prompt: a kiss on the 'v'.
Sesshoumaru was stretching- taut muscles shifting and coiling with a lean predatory grace, his eyes closed, sated after another round of 'casual' lovemaking, a content rumble purring from his chest- when Kagome got the impulse to do it. Leaning down from her position beside him on the throw of furs, she planted a kiss to the chiselled line sliding down from his hip-bone area. The abdominal v line jolted against her mouth as his contented noise sputtered out like he'd chocked on saliva.
Kagome lifted her head and tucked some dark strands behind her ear innocently.
He usually pinned her down and did most of the teasing, but she'd been reciprocating more and more lately. His blunt honesty had the bizarre effect of emboldening her, for if he didn't like something she did, Sesshoumaru would never be the type to spare her feelings. So when she peppered kisses over the lean muscles and he lay still, albeit panting slightly, a rush of power and confidence pumped through her veins.
Her hands ran over sensitive striped hips, grazing them with her thumbs and delighting in the answering hiss he gave. Blue eyes remained looked with hooded gold. Her tongue slid out to run a wet trail over his hard, defined abdomen. Drawing upwards, Kagome closed her mouth over an unmarked area of his chest to leave a hickey, before finding his nipple- sucking and flicking her tongue against it. The demon stiffened and groaned beneath her, claws unfurling and toes curling. She could feel him already hot and ready, pressing against her thigh.
"You are-" he cut himself off and grunted when she wrapped her hand around his shaft, "insatiable."
Kagome giggled, aura practically glowing. "It's a good thing I have a demon to keep up with me then," she hummed.
His pale body glistened with a faint sheen of sweat the more she continued, exotic stripes emboldening. Long fingered hands slid into her hair and gripped tight. If he stopped her now, it would be like admitting he couldn't handle the ministrations of a mortal woman. So his lips thinned and he fought against every moan, hiss and sharp inhale he gave, expression tight and pained.
Kagome licked her lips and felt him harden further within her hand, stroking the straining length of him a few times while littering kisses and hickeys over his body like it were her own personal map, and she the conqueror. When he tugged on the strands a little too hard, she'd stop and give a low growl of warning. Sesshoumaru growled in response, regenerated fangs on full display and hips slightly twitching upward.
With a huff, the miko nipped the 'v' line. Hard.
Sesshoumaru gasped and rutted upwards into her hand, tipping his head back as golden eyes bled crimson. Claws lightly scraped her scalp. Youki cracked in the air. His control hung by a hairsbreadth. Kagome knew this and only stroked the fires higher, scraping blunt teeth lower and lower.
Ducking her head, she finally ended the prolonged torture and wrapped her lips around him.
The Daiyoukai's control snapped.