"Go on," Sesshomaru urged Rin, almost daring her. "See where my hands are? Touch me at your own pace, I won't interfere. But do something soon," he went on, "before the heat coming from your eyes burns through the silk." He was teasing her, but this was more frustrating than he once imagined. Anticipation and the ache of desire were beginning to turn into despair.
Rin really wanted to see him naked. She understood there was little sense in continuing to hide this want behind her modesty.
—it's just Sesshomaru didn't expect her to tug at the drawstrings so suddenly, pulling over his hips until freeing his cock—which was rock-stiff and jutting out of a white background.
Rin learned it wasn't hair but fur, and that also, as her small hand sifted through it, long enough to catch between the webs of her fingers.
Sesshomaru's dying of frustration and Rin decides she rather play in fur than firmly grasp it. Bless her heart. (If you can't tell, I'm having way too much fun with this).
