Second session.
There were only a few times in which he had dedicated himself to recreate the image of one person while being inside another. He recalled the time it had happened during the last year of high school, and that it had been the start of the maelstrom he'd been suffering for almost ten years, a fact he understood and didn't like to talk about, precisely because he already understood it.
InuYasha heard the panting of his companion, and the way it mixed with his own. Both were at the point of perfect sex in which they could enjoy each other without thinking about limits for their caress, or their verbal expressions of pleasure. He felt the warmth inside Kaguya, who was always there, available for sex when he called her. They weren't a couple, much less friends, they simple looked for each other when one of them needed to unload some energy or that moment's frustration. He even thought she had the same kind of addiction, but that was something they never talked about; Actually, they never talked more than was necessary at all.
"Look at me" He heard her say, as he pushed himself inside her in the most traditional position possible.
He opened his eyes and faced her emerald colored, half-closed out of the excitation and pleasure her body was going through. InuYasha tried to keep his interest in the face in front of him, however he became distracted with her pink nipples which he soon imagined were hers, Kagome's. He took a deep breath when he achieved a hint of such a fantasy in his mind.
He got to know her name when Kibou, the therapist, asked the listeners to introduce themselves, and from that moment it began to resound in his mind. He couldn't stop looking at her through the corner of his eyes for the forty-five minutes the meeting lasted, in which three of the presents told part of their story and how they faced their addictions. He then tried to take a while to put on his shoes, waiting for her to do the same, but for some reason she seemed to want to stay to live in that room. So, he limited himself to recall her details he'd found attractive, and more than anything the way she'd looked directly at him during the therapy, as if challenging him to try to do something.
"Look at me." Insisted Kaguya, and he only wanted to keep the brown eyes of that woman in his mind, Kagome, and the memory of those heels and the way they made her hip sway.
He bent towards his companion and sank his nose in her neck, leaving a kiss destined to slightly calm her demand, while he traced her legs with his full hand, from her thigh, to her calf, in search of the heels he wouldn't find.
It was absurd, he knew it, but as soon as he opened the door of Kaguya's apartment, he asked if she had heels with a strap, to which she lifted her eyebrow in search of information he wouldn't give. So, he resigned himself to pull them out of his imagination, yet such a thing was quite complex while in such a compromised moment like that one, in which his potency and energy were put to achieve an orgasm strong enough to erase his thoughts, worries and that deep emptiness he didn't like to look at.
He heard himself panting faster every time, as Kaguya let escape some suggestive moans. He lifted her by her gluteus, to sink himself better, as she wrapped herself around him with her nails seeking flesh in his back, leaving traces of pain he could not care less about, yet later would burn like love itself.
He pushed himself hard. In his mind the bodies of the woman he was with, mixed with the one he desired to be with. He saw her for an instant, with her eyes half-closed, her skin pearled by her sweat, nipples marked by his insistent sucking, and her wetness being invaded by him.
He felt the potent discharge of his sex, and the trembling that came along with the orgasm. He pushed himself even harder inside Kaguya, to give her the chance to reach her own climax, but despite his attempt he failed to achieve it during this first round, so he'd stay for the second; She was a sure companion he didn't want to give up on for now, after all.
He pulled out as soon as he finished, and took his condom out to tie it into a knot and leave aside as it was his custom. Next, he looked at his companion only to see her agitated, with her cheeks and body still fired up.
"Turn around, I'll compensate you." He told her, without losing his threating glance he knew she was expecting.
Kaguya was well aware that such a threat, coming from InuYasha, was something he'd always fulfill, and with interest. She smiled at him, and immediately turned around and softly lifted her hips. They knew each other quite well, after all.
Kagome was looking at the pale pink shoes that laid in front of her bed, as the only partners who could give her some kind of explanation about everything that happened the past afternoon during the therapy she had gone to. Since she left that place she noticed the way in which anxiety had made a nest in her gut like a wild beast trying to eat her from inside. She just couldn't erase from her mind the intensity of that man's gaze, and it wasn't like it was the first time someone had looked at her with such strength, but until then she had known how to handle them; it was the color of those eyes what had shaken her, not the usual one, and the silver shine of his hair gave even more potency to his expression.
InuYasha, that was his name, or at least the name he had given to the therapist when he asked. That name played in her mind for the two next hours. It repeated itself as she strolled down the streets on her way back through the same route, looking for that young man she had crossed gazes with; Luck wasn't on her side though, the youth wasn't there anymore. However, it wasn't hard to contact someone else through an app and meet at a hotel. The name InuYasha followed her all the way as she rode the body of the companion she chose, and served as an escape. She made an effort, a real effort to feel something more than just an unfinished pleasure, to no avail. Not always luck was on her side, and not always the partner's skills were up to her demands.
She didn't want to call Kōga. She needed something more detached still.
By taking a deep breath, she tried to calm her mind and not fall to her obsession, for she knew she could be a terrible coworker in a busy day like today. She stood and went to the shower. She tried to focus only on the feel of the water and the way the soap's lather caressed her skin on the way down; there were only a few things she liked more than the smell of soap and its lather. A psychiatrist could probably name the mental deviation behind her love for it.
She exited the bathroom once she felt clean enough, and walked to her clothes rack which contained all the pieces she needed to move around the world: two worn-out jeans, one black suit pants, two skirts, three blouses, and a couple of shirts in one of the drawers of the only dresser in the room. Kagome knew she lived with little, but she didn't need much, moreover in that way she could keep everything tidy and clean, without any issue. When she finished dressing, before putting on the coat, she adjusted her chosen blouse for that day over her left clavicle.
That adjustment lasted in place the same hours she took to program a midday rendezvous with Kōga in his study, and even allowed him to kiss her a few times, in a semi-romantic way, before starting with the heat of sex. The study was a comfortable place, given that Kōga usually unfolded a futon on the ground and the space to maneuver was already there. She'd known him for a couple years, and their meetings had always been a bit as friend, a bit as sexmaniacs. She felt at ease with the way in which he took the silence she submerged him in, sometimes during entire weeks, while always being available when she called him. They only stopped for two months when he tried something more serious with a girl, only to finally fail: Kagome didn't ask about it, and he didn't bother explaining either.
She had her eyes closed as she felt the mouth of her companion stroll from one of her nipples to another, leaving wet traces on the way it formed over her skin, while his fingers massaged her between the legs, preparing her to receive him. Surely, Kōga was one of her recurrent visits because of how good he was to find her exact point that made her moan in just a few minutes, even more when she had a hard time setting aside her rational mind and letting go.
"Yes, just like that" She heard herself, prey to her senses.
"You like it?" The sardonic tone of her companion earned a dagger-like stare from her, as she barely held back a new moan. "You like it." He said confidently, and the blue of his eyes intensified.
Kagome didn't want to stop at the reply she still had to think, and preferred to dedicate herself to feel and benefit from that moment of keen excitation she was going through. She closed her eyes and bent her head back, conscious at all times of the place her companion's hands where, just like his mouth, his body's graze and the way his dark ponytail caressed her sides.
She heard herself moan, pant and curse, when the caresses stimulated her enough to bring her to the doors of an orgasm; it was in that instant when the golden eyes which had not stopped obsessing her suddenly invaded her mind, with an evident desire.
"Crap!"
She didn't know if she said it out loud or not, but the truth was that Kōga laughed when he felt her squirt over his hand.
… and since then, I think I just wasn't able to stop working.
The voice of the man faded, and ended his phrase while his right leg moved non-stop, making constant little jumps which were like trembling. The dark bags under his eyes were the most obvious evidence of the truth in his words.
"Thank you for sharing, Taro." Spoke the therapist, "You've found a starting point to try to manage your problem."
Taro nodded, his leg still moving constantly.
"Do you want to tell us something more?" The question was the same for everyone who shared their story.
The man shook his head with a low gaze, a usual reaction in those who confess their most obscure secrets.
"Good. We have enough time for someone else to tell us about their condition." The man encouraged.
Silence fell over the room. InuYasha couldn't stop thinking about the girl with the heels, who didn't seem to bring them with her today because he didn't see them at the entrance. She, Kagome, hadn't even glanced in his direction the entire time they'd been there, and he had a strange feeling of unsatisfaction, something he wasn't used to allow himself since long ago. Maybe if he were to talk, she would will herself to pay him some attention, at least to a part of what he'd shown her during the last half-an hour, looking at her every two minutes.
"Me." He raised his hand. Kagome turned towards him, and immediately turned back, almost reprehending herself for her reaction. InuYasha couldn't help feeling like he won something.
"InuYasha, thanks. Tell us."
He had clear that one of the reasons the therapies hadn't given him any positive results was because the compromise with his rehabilitation hadn't been entirely made, and, of course, it wasn't in his plans to do so now. He noticed in his gut the same predatory anxiety which accompanied him when he began desiring someone, it was like a live creature trying to consume his will and even though a rational part of him reminded him of his wish to heal, the creature was stronger.
He bent forward, resting his elbows on his thighs to intertwine his fingers. He made sure that the angle in which he looked at the ground, as if searching inside himself, allowed him to get a glimpse of her, his point of obsession, Kagome.
"I'm Inuyasha, and I addicted to sex." He began. He felt satisfied when his words capture her attention. "Go ahead, laugh if you want." A smile full of irony curved his mouth. "I do so often, of myself, when I walk through the streets and I can't stop thinking about the positions which the woman in front of me likes the most, or when I'm in the middle of... you know, and I want to scream a name, but then I can't remember how my companion is called."
Kagome couldn't stop looking at him. The truth was that when he'd let out the first sentence of his confession, she thought she'd hear a detailed description of how much he liked sex or what kind of people he liked to score with; however, he was actually talking about how difficult that was to live through, despite the thick layer of sarcasm with which he tried to hide his lack of comfort.
"When did it start? I don't really know." He did. It was crystal clear to him, and if he dedicated it enough time, he could find the reason, the name and the surname for that addiction. But realizing it was her didn't mean he could leave her. "I'm here to try to find the answer."
When he finished talking, he lifted his gaze directly towards Kagome's eyes, who apparently had felt secure during his talk, reason for which she didn't stop looking at him.
She felt surprised at the golden of those eyes which seemed even more intense than in her memory. She wasn't able to turn away immediately, but an instant after, and right before being hooked and becoming incapable of not admiring him.
"Thank you for sharing, InuYasha." Said the therapist, "You are here to find your answers."
InuYasha nodded, with all the courtesy he expected.
N/A
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