He finishes with his face still in her neck.

She's holding him when it happens. His breath, hot against her neck, begins to come too fast and too sharp. The muscle in his abdomen contracts where he's pressed to her arm, and her hand, clutching at his back, feels the too-quick rise of his lungs' desperate pull for air.

Suddenly, he cries out, the sound stifled against her skin. He pulses in her hand, his body going rigid as the wet warmth of him spills onto her stomach.

Kagome softens her touch. And when he's spent, she pulls him close.