The drier burst into action with the push of a button, a mild hum lightly vibrating as the machine jostled against the wall. Eager to finally be out of his steam-dampened attire, Sesshoumaru swiftly curled his fingers beneath the hem and peeled his shirt off his toned, slightly sticky upper body, before tossing it in the empty bin to his side.
The long-sleeved button up he'd chosen was still warm as he threw it on, spinning simultaneously to face the full-length mirror at his back. A single, graceful sweep pulled his hair out from behind his collar; he ran his fingers through as he eyed his new clothing for anything the wash might have missed.
As he stood before his reflection, the open part revealing his lean, muscular chest, washboard stomach and the very pronounced V that disappeared into his slacks. He pressed out the wrinkles, and mulled ironing the shirt after all, before dismissing the impulse for good and set to work fastening the first couple of buttons.
"Everything alright?" he asked, barely sparing a look through his periphery at the woman lingering in the open doorway.
She'd only been there a moment, and entered immediately at his address, approaching him as he fussed with his collar.
"You forgot something."
He forced an exasperated sigh past his lips, but didn't deign to turn.
"Steak sauce is in the fridge," he informed her resentfully, leaning closer to the mirror, "but know that I consider it sacrilege-"
Cold hands grabbed him suddenly at the shoulders and yanked him down to her level, but the lips crashing to his were very warm. Despite catching him off guard, they found their way easily, guiding him seamlessly as if by magnet's pull.
His eyelids lowered as strong arms encircled her waist instantly, helping to keep her upright as his enthusiastic response nearly had her stumbling. Forcing her backward, a soft groan reverberated deep in his chest, while small hands eagerly got to work nulling his efforts and wrested his top buttons back open.
Not allowing the kiss to end, he chased it fiercely as she wrenched the shirt off his shoulders. Undressing him was not an easy task, though not for lack of motivation – he was simply quite reluctant to relinquish her long enough to untangle. But with her help, he ripped an arm free, turning the sleeve inside out in the process.
Their progress was hampered however, when her back hit the drier suddenly. He grabbed her hips, and with nowhere left to go, trapped her with his own, pressing himself into her even as his shirt still dangled off one arm.
Lithe arms slid around his bare shoulders as she continued kissing him passionately, earning a low, approving growl. She squeaked against his lips when he effortlessly hoisted her up behind the thighs, pulling her tightly against him as long legs went naturally around his waist. The drier was warm when her cheeks touched down, and the vibrations only added to her pleasure.
He finally broke the kiss to remove his shirt the rest of the way, tossing it at their feet before taking hers by the hem. She aided him by lifting her arms as he ripped it violently over her head, and then his lips were back with a vengeance, on hers again the instant she was free.
Arms and legs both wrapped around him like a python's coil, fingers weaving through his hair as he locked her in his iron hold. She was panting as he nibbled a path down to her chest, a feverish flurry of tongue and teeth that earned him a throaty sigh.
"Mm, you tire of waiting," he rumbled into her neck, right before biting down hard enough to bruise.
A sharp gasp stole the air from her lungs as he forced her legs aside and roughly tore his boxers down the length of them. She thrilled, leaning back on her palms, and lifted her ass to aid him in removing the final article. Her nipples hardened immediately at the bite of the cold, but his weighty, lustful stare caused a flush of heat to surge through every part of her.
He looked like a dangerous predator closing in, a wild gleam in his eye forcing a tremor through her bare frame. Still, she opened herself to him, parting her legs wide for him to settle between once more, and the groan left his lips even before colliding with hers yet again.
His skin on hers was too good; she needed more. Moaning, she arched against him when he leaned over her, tilting her head back as a warm set of lips traveled down her jaw and throat. Her whole body was on fire, needy and willing as gooseflesh rose all over her skin, and she sighed in relief at his every touch.
His rigid cock made her gasp as he ground it into her clit, and frustration snapped her out of her surrender. He seemed unwilling to stop devouring her; but she was impatient, and anxious fingers fumbled at his waistband to unfasten the button quickly.
Though sitting up forced him back some, it did not impede him one bit as he continued lavishing attention on her with his wicked mouth. It did not make things easy, but only slowed her down before she finally was taking down his zipper.
At the first graze against his throbbing member, strong, sturdy hands commanded control; gladly relinquishing, she shifted, sitting straighter as his hungry gaze locked on hers. She shivered as she read every promise he bore into her eyes, fingers scraping against the top of the drier in anxious anticipation as he pulled his boxer briefs down with his slacks.
He stepped out of them; and when he rose, in all his powerful, naked glory, Kagome grabbed for him. He charged forward quickly, barely letting her register his ravenous gaze through messy, disheveled bangs to encase her in his hold. They relished the contact with a shared groan as they finally embraced with no barriers left between them. Skin on bare skin felt amazing as he pressed them flush, leaning in for another toe-curling kiss.
The hard press of his thick manhood against her abdomen had her bucking for friction. She was already panting when he rolled his hips, the strength and pressure displayed in just that one small movement had her quivering in need.
She stilled, however, as he slid through her outer lips, stiffening in his grasp as he ground himself harshly into her sensitive pearl. Her cries drowned out his own pleasured grunt, but she felt the evidence of it ghost the hairs on her neck, and his nails biting into her upper thighs.
He grabbed himself at the base, inciting another deep gasp as he traced her opening, testing her readiness with the smooth tip of his cock. Forehead falling into her saliva-slickened shoulder, he shuddered, prodding her only teasingly with the slightest of thrusts.
Head lulled back limply; she felt his heated breath tickling her ear as a tingle raced down her spine.
Her lids slammed shut at just the barest of intrusions; and though she averted her face to the side, she pulled him to her, bucking greedily as she whimpered her protest.
He ground his forehead into her temple, rubbing his cock along her entrance more firmly.
"Gods," he breathed shakily, "you are so wet."
Proving his claim, he wrapped his fist around his head and slid down to the base for two long, decadent pumps, and it was more than enough to coat his entire impressive arousal in hers.
He bit at her jaw more gently than before while he continued to stroke along her slit. It seemed like he was testing both of their restraint, though his measured rocking was beginning to grow forceful.
He tasted the salty skin below her ear as her head fell weakly to the side - a stark contrast to the tight fistfuls of his hair in her grasp. Even from there, his cruel tongue made her nipples painfully hard.
After failing to lift her heavy lashes from her cheeks, she sighed in surrender.
"Mn," she finally responded distantly, "It's from the shower."
"Lies," heaccused sharply, and at the same moment entered her with a single, powerful thrust.
She screamed, blood beading on his back where her nails had dug in. It was he, though, stroking her back soothingly, stilling as he waited for her trembling to subside; breathing heavily while her inner walls quivered around him, straining to acclimate to the massive invasion.
Her husband was by no means lacking in that department. He had a dick that even porn stars could envy, and made walking very uncomfortable in the beginning of their relationship.
But Sesshoumaru was circus freak territory: half animal, all man. The first time she saw his beautiful cock stiff with desire, she was certain the pain vs pleasure ratio would not be worth her trouble - but how wrong she had been. It might have been the case in less capable hands, but he used his power responsibly, and with such finesse that ensured she would enjoy every second of the experience. Every hour.
It probably helped that he was not discernibly thicker than his brother, but those last few inches of nerve endings deep inside her sung at his return, at the attention no man but him could ever give.
As her core molded around him and jogged her muscle memory, the shock subsided, and she relaxed. Now he was nearly trembling in her arms as he forced himself motionless, ignoring the overwhelming desire to drive wildly into the heat choking his thick cock so mercilessly.
Hot breath brushed her collarbone with each labored pant.
"It's true," she whined breathlessly, squeezing lean hips between her thighs. "You were all I could think about... for all the good it did."
"Hn, you should have called," he murmured against her skin. Reading her silent cues, he finally drew back his hips. Though her eyes were closed, he watched intently as the friction appeared to send her to another plane.
"Wasn't sure you had anything left for me," she managed, half-dazed.
"Jealous?" he asked as he speared into her again, burying himself to the hilt, and she screamed in the affirmative.
His hand slid down her thigh, pinning it against his hip as he slid out of her smoothly, before pounding back inside to a chorus of pleasured sobbing.
Grinding harder into her temple, his lips brushed her ear. "There is always more for you," they told her. "Always."
His voice was rough, but it offered all the loving affirmation she could ever need in one moment.
His kiss was delivered with bruising force, but he cradled the back of her head so tenderly to receive it.
He whispered the sweetest things as he ravaged her brutally. He was full of contradictions like that.
And she latched on for dear life.
He wasn't gentle, but she didn't want him to be. She needed him not to be. She needed to forget, needed to feel anything else, and it would take something powerful to override something so substantial.
He thrust into her recklessly, sturdy hips colliding into her with so much force she'd be shocked if she didn't bruise. His teeth were sharp, and their evidence around her body ensured she was present for every second, minute, hour of his attention, which was unfailingly and undividedly on only her.
Each time, it took more and more from him, but he didn't seem to mind. Knowing him, he likely saw it as a challenge. He liked a challenge. Craved it.
And he'd more than met it, she realized, screaming herself hoarse until his name echoed off the laundry room walls.
She was still catching her breath when he scooped her gently into his arms and carried her to his bedroom. This time, when the drier buzzed in completion, neither of them noticed.
A/A: Well, I went 3 words over my quota, but I think I can live with that lol.
I know, this is later than I said it would be, but trust me, this version is way better than what I had this weekend XD