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This ficlet was written for SessKagu Week 2022. The prompt for Day 4 was 'Childhood Friends to Lovers'. Cover art by Tumblr user alum131.
Trigger warning: implied/referenced child abuse and smut.
WHERE SHOOTING STARS GO
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"Come in."
Balancing this term's academic papers under his arm, Sesshoumaru turns the doorknob and steps into the chancellor's private study. Kagura's fingers dart across the keyboard as she types, like miniature ballerinas leaping around a stage. She only stops when he deposits the pile of papers onto her desk without asking for permission to do so. Her burgundy eyes lift to regard him with scrutiny, but he stands his ground and waits for her to address him first.
"You're late," she grumbles. "I told you to come at four, not quarter past."
"A student had a question about this week's assignment," he replies with a shrug. "I lost track of the time."
"Of course you did." Rising from her seat, she glides out from behind the desk and reaches out to smooth the lapels on his jacket. "I've never met anyone as passionate about the laws of physics as you are. Don't you get bored of droning on and on about atoms all day?"
"Not at all. I find it immensely stimulating, actually."
She shoots him a heated look. "Is that right?"
He keeps his expression neutral as she leans forwards and brushes her lips against his.
"Well?" she asks tauntingly. "Was that stimulating enough for you? Or would you rather be delivering a lecture on planetary orbits?"
"The latter is awfully tempting."
She rolls her eyes. "You can be a real ass sometimes, you know."
Sesshoumaru chuckles. "You ought to be used to it by now."
He and Kagura have known each other for most of their lives. They supposedly met in a tortoise-shaped sandpit during kindergarten, but neither of them can remember what they'd talked about. They've been inseparable ever since.
"Do you remember the first time we saw this place?"
The question catches him off guard. "What do you mean?"
She smiles nostalgically. "We were seven, I think. Your stepmother took us and your brother onto campus to meet your father for lunch. He was the acting chancellor at the time. I still remember the look on your face when the observatory came into view. The roof was open that day, so the main telescope was sticking out. You said it was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen."
His eyes widen slightly. "That was over twenty years ago."
"What's your point?"
"I'm surprised that you remember such a trivial moment from so long ago."
"It wasn't trivial to me."
"Why?"
"You know why."
He clenches his jaw. She's right. He does know why. When they were young, Kagura had spent more time at his house than at her own. Whilst Sesshoumaru doesn't have the best relationship with his father, it is nothing compared to what Kagura went through as a child. Her late father had been malicious, cruel and vindictive. He was controlling in every sense of the word. She'd hated going home to him. Not that anyone could really blame her.
After the man had suffered an unexpected heart attack, no one had mourned his passing for long. His funeral had been a grim affair; however, it had brought a sense of peace to Kagura and her adopted siblings.
Sesshoumaru wraps her in his arms and sighs. "I love you," he whispers, repeating it into her hair like a mantra.
He feels her smile against his neck. "I know, dummy. Now kiss me."
He answers her command with his tongue. She melts into him, winding her arms around his neck and contributing to his display of passion. It doesn't take long for the air between them to thicken. He is grateful that the blinds are closed when she ushers him into a chair and takes off his jacket. His chest heaves as her pianist's fingers travel lower and undo the heavy clasp on his belt.
Dropping to her knees, she pulls his cock out of his trousers and strokes until it hardens. Pre-cum beads at the tip like a shimmering pearl, until she wipes it away with her thumb. He grunts softly as she lowers her head and takes him into her mouth, bobbing up and down on his shaft enthusiastically. The sight of her lips wrapped around his manhood makes his eyes roll back into his head, and he bites his tongue to prevent himself from moaning too loudly. He buries a hand in her hair in an attempt to guide her movements, but she ignores him and carries on at her own pace. Glancing downwards, he sees that she has shoved a hand into her slacks and is working herself with her fingers.
"Kagura," he rasps suddenly, prompting her to look up at him through lowered lashes.
She understands what he is trying to convey and releases his manhood with a wet-sounding pop. His pulse races as she removes her hand from inside her trousers and quickly shucks them off. She wastes no time peeling her lacy underwear down her legs and tossing them onto the carpet alongside her discarded slacks.
"Tell me you want me," she says, unbuttoning her blouse.
"You know I do," he responds hoarsely.
"So tell me anyway."
His eyes darken. "You are playing a dangerous game."
"No, I'm not," she replies with a sly smile. "But you are."
Before he can ask what she means by that, she climbs on top of him and aligns the tip of his member with her entrance.
"Try again," she says, rubbing herself against him sensuously.
"Or what?" he hisses through gritted teeth.
"Or you can say goodbye to pound town." He chuckles at the unmistakable glee on her face. "I'm in charge here," she continues breathlessly. "Not you. So you can either suck it up and tell me what you want, or you can finish yourself off like a little bitch. The choice is yours, Sesshoumaru."
He considers his options. Being with her has taught him that there is no shame in surrendering every once in a while. He isn't above begging, although he tries not to make a habit of it.
Needless to say, it is usually worth it in the end.
"I want you," he confesses, palming her hips hard. "I want you to fuck me until I hallucinate stars on the ceiling."
She shivers with anticipation. "How will you know they're not real?"
"Because real stars have better things to do than show up to watch us mere mortals having sex."
"They don't seem to mind when people are going at it out in the open. Kind of kills the mood when you realise you've got an audience of billions watching from above. They're perverts through and through."
"Don't be absurd. They're far too busy to be interested in—"
A gasp escapes his throat as she takes his cock in her hand and sinks down on it slowly, derailing his train of thought. Her inner walls constrict around him deliciously, and he groans as she rolls her hips in a circular motion.
"You were saying?"
He can't help but laugh at her casual tone. "Never mind, you damnable woman."
"Professor!" she gasps, feigning offence. "Is that any way to talk to your boss?"
His laughter doubles. Grinning, she braces her hands on top of his and uses them as leverage. Her breasts bounce as she rides him mercilessly, tempting him to latch onto one with his mouth and swirl his tongue around the aching peak. The inside of her vagina clenches in response to his ministrations, and his thrusts become increasingly more frenzied as his control begins to wane.
Kagura moans and reaches down to play with her clit. She's close. He can feel her orgasm building with every motion. One particularly rough upward thrust finally launches her over the edge, and she climaxes with a scream which rivals that of a banshee. Shoving his face between her breasts, Sesshoumaru's own orgasm ricochets through him like an exploding star.
They sit for a while with their bodies still joined, basking in the afterglow of their fierce lovemaking.
"Same time tomorrow?" she asks eagerly.
He smirks against her chest. "If you insist."
"Don't you dare be late again."
"I shall try not to be."
Their gazes meet. Sesshoumaru takes in her dishevelled appearance. Her cheeks are flushed with post-coital bliss, and her jet-black hair is badly tousled, but she is still the most beautiful woman he's ever seen.
He will try to arrive early next time.
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