For the third time today, Miroku finds himself pinned against a hard surface but this time it's flat on his back with a hot mouth and warm lips pressed to his. He didn't hesitate to grab the other man's collar, trying to pull him in even closer, if it were possible. With a moan he licked his tongue against the other's bottom lip, sucking it softly into nibbling it, eliciting a moan from Inuyasha.
Wanting some relief, Inuyasha wasted no time smoothing his hands down Miroku's thigh pulling himself closer to buck and rock his hips against his own. Miroku broke the kiss with his head arched back to hiss and pant.
"Is pinning me against surfaces a kink of yours, Inuyasha?", the monk breathed.
"If you're asking if I've thought fucking you on about every possible surface, then yes."
Inuyasha sealed his lips onto Miroku's again, not seeming to get enough of the taste of the man below him. It was becoming addicting. From the way his fingers pressed against his neck to pull him even closer to his legs being wrapped around his waist to grind up on him. And fuck, Miroku's moans made his body hot and his cock ache. The cave's acoustics didn't help in that department either, only amplifying them. The sound bounced off the walls straight to his ears and down his spine. Fuck, Miroku was addicting.
Neither man wanted to break away, even to breathe. Miroku had a hand tangled into the other man's silver locks and his other pushed in the white obi, trying to feel the feverish skin of his back. But it wasn't enough, he needed more. He rolled them over so he could be on top before pulling away to sit up.
"Too many layers," was all he said before untying his robe with quick fingers and pulling it over his head.
Inuyasha barely got his own obi off his shoulder before having to pause because Miroku wouldn't stop grinding his ass against his very hard erection. Inuyasha grabbed at his thighs, grinding up with a deep moan. He doesn't think he could ever remember being harder than he was now. Wanting nothing more to bury his cock over and over into the addicting being above him. He feels too hot, even possessed but can't think of any reason for an exorcism.
"Fuck! …..if you'd… nngh..give me a cha-chance, you'd get to feel the real thing." Quickly pressing kisses into his lips and neck, a distraction for the both of them so he could flip their positions, standing quickly before Miroku could get his hands on him again. Though he didn't have to. Inuyasha tried to get his pants before Miroku locked eyes and started to slowly crawl towards him. The very naked man gave him a lust-filled look, red eyes heavy with it. The red webbing on his iris glowed heavily, the burning fire casting shadows off his face. Miroku's very presence was powerful enough to push him back with his back against the cave wall, his hand frozen above the tie on his pants. Inuyasha was hypnotized.
Great.
Just another to add to the growing list of things addicting about the vixen of man currently rubbing his hands up and down his legs. His hot breath burned through the fabric of his pants as he rubbed his face against the growing bulge. Inuyasha wanted so badly to have his cock in that sinful mouth but he didn't dare move, he couldn't. Miroku was still pinning him still with his heavy lear as he teased him, mouthing at his clothed cock.
"You know, I've only seen it 'accidentally' when we would take baths together. But so far from what I'm feeling I don't think I'll be disappointed," he said with a sweet smile. Inuyasha gently rolled his hips forward, returning his smile.
"Take it out and see for yourself."
Miroku eyes snapped and zeroed in on the tie holding the red pants before dragging his hands up to untie it. Inuyasha's head snapped up to the ceiling, finally being released from the monk's hold. Miroku pulled the tie loose, making the pants slip down muscular legs and his cock sprang free. His leg twitches and he hisses feeling the cool air against the red, almost purple, flushed skin of his cock. Inuyasha refused to look down, not sure of what to expect from the other man kneeling before him. All he can hear is the loud beat of his heart in his ears and his own panting.
A very warm hand wrapped itself around the girth of his dick as he gasped feeling an appendage licking his balls into a wet and heated mouth before he started sucking.
"Mmmm fuck," he droned as Miroku started to stroke his cock
"Inuyasha, look at me." the monk demanded. His head fell forward at the command to watch the other man drag his tongue up the underside of his cock and press a kiss against the swollen mushroom tip. He all but gasped and grunted, the sensation sending shocks to his system making it harder to maintain eye contact.
"I want you to put your fat cock in my mouth and fuck my throat. Am I clear?"
"Crystal," he moaned in response. Miroku's eyes flashed as he smiled up at him.
"Good boy." He pulled his right hand away from the wall and put it on his head. Inuyasha could feel Miroku take his own right hand, wrapped tightly and securely with prayer beads, to massage it gently against his balls. His other hand disappeared below him, wrapping around his own length, relieving some pressure. Wrapping his right around the base of the shaft, he guided it to his mouth.
The man on his knees licked his lips before opening his jaws revealing a very hot, wet mouth, his lolled out tongue bringing a trail of spit down his chin, while he looked up expectantly.
"I've imagined this so many times but this is-", he paused in talking to wrap his right around the base of the shaft, he guided it to his mouth to rub the tip of his cock against the eager tongue. It licked the precum that began to dribble from the tip, Miroku swallowed before opening his wet mouth again.
Inuyasha gripped the back of his head with his fist to steady him. Miroku watched the other man's eyes flash before he spoke again.
"Have you thought about sucking my cock, Miroku? Hmm?" He said, rubbing the underside of the tip against his lolled out tongue. Inuyasha's voice had changed, Desire surfacing and wanting to take control.
"Guess I should give you what you want, huh?" Inuyasha's red eyes glowed brighter and sharp canines gleamed with a slightly crazed smile before pushing his cock in and down the eager throat to the base. He listened for a choke and gag before pulling out completely to rub it along his tongue. He was testing him before he lost himself, gauging the other man's limits. Only to be delightfully surprised by the monk's ability to take him, swallowing around him whole.
"Oh, is that what you wanted to show me? Hn?" He said pushing the shaft in and out again. " How you can take all of me? Wanted to show me that, cockslut?"
Miroku had been moaning, amongst his gagging and gawking. His body even hotter than before while Inuyasha fucked his throat. His own cock jumped at the degrading names, egging him on to meet his steady thrusts half way. Inuyasha's hips moved faster. With every snap of his hips, he was so close. So close to shooting his load down his needy throat. Looking down, he can see the tears running down the sides of his face, his eyes glittering and wet.
"Fuck, you're so pretty like this. So nnghhh fucking good," he babbled.
Miroku's eyes rolled to the back of his head. Feeling he may cum from this, he wrapped his hand around the base to stop his impending orgasm. Inuyasha wasn't helping either. The image of his panting chest, sweaty abs and the look he was giving him wasn't helping at all. So he sucked harder, contracting his throat around his girth to try to make the god of a man cum faster. He knew was close with the way he babbles on, a mix of praise and degradation with his voice flipping between his and his morphed one.
"Miroku….. Miroku…I'mgonna-", his hips snapped forward one last time and both of his hands fisted into Miroku's hair holding him still while he came down his throat. Miroku tried really hard not to choke, feeling the man's cock pulse and pushing his load down his throat.
When Inuyasha finally pulled his length from his mouth, it stood at attention, still hard, imposing and covered in spit. Miroku gasped and swallowed, licking his lips of spit, trying to catch his breath. He could already feel the telltale signs of bruising but it was worth fleeing and tasting the other man.
His chin was grabbed, pulling him into a soft slow kiss, completely different from the roughness he experienced a minute ago. Before Miroku could properly return it, Inuyasha pulled away and pressed a bottle to the side of his face.
"Drink." He was kneeling in front him now, his face still close enough to feel his hot breath fan his lips. Miroku took the bottle, sipping the water with a captivated audience. Amber eyes surveyed his face, as if searching for something. And for as long he has known the cautious half demon, he probably was.
"What's wrong?" he asked, his voice a bit raspy.
"...you're really okay with this?" the half demon inquires.
"So temperamental," he rolls eyes, almost in disbelief.
"Miroku-"
"You really want to ask this after I just choked on your dick?"
"Look…. It's not like you gave me any indication- "
"I can say the same for you," he retorted quickly, holding his stare as he finishes the bottle. Not swayed by the other man's attempt at intimidation and taking notice of the way the amber of his eyes glittered and sparkled. It was here he realized he was mainly talking to one of Inuyasha's bigger emotions.
'3. Subject said to have multiples personalities; all subject reported that it felt like their emotion were fighting for dominance'
"...Had enough?" Inuyasha asked with a sigh, cocking his head to the side. His fingers twitching at his side, still aching to touch the very naked man but preventing himself from doing just that. Sure, he understood what the spell was doing to them, revealing a hidden attraction and amplifying it between the both of them but he needed to know this is really what Miroku wants.
The monk noticed his hesitation as the air around them quickly got tense. Inuyasha was still holding back.
'5. Subject only found relief with being accepted by partner'
Miroku turned to face him and cupped his cheek in this wrapped hand with a sigh. "...I can't live my life with regrets, Inuyasha. At some point in my future, I might be swallowed up by my right hand. So, I meant what I said earlier about wanting to be here with you. And I mean it when I say 'No, I have not had enough.' My desire is just as real as yours." Miroku tries to be sincere and hopes his feelings are translated into his words.
The half demon surprises him when he starts to giggle, using his cursed hand to hide his smile as he nuzzles the beads. "The water," he chuckled. " I meant the water, you greedy monk."
"I wasn't talking about the water." he responds with a pout. He thinks Inuyasha finally gives in when he feels his hand come up to cup his jaw.
"Good, that's all I needed to hear."Inuyasha said sweetly. Almost feeling too sweet to match the lust- filled gaze, the glittering amber fading to glowing red. Miroku barely had a chance to respond as he had to quickly wrap his arms around the other neck to steady himself because Inuyasha pulled him into his lap by his legs. Feeling his own neglected shaft rub against the other man's stomach made him gasp and whimper.
" Inuyasha ," his voice rasped, not recovered from the abuse but morphing to indicate desire rising again.
Inuyasha was doing sinful things with his mouth. He could feel him kiss, lick and suck hickeys down the column of his throat and on his shoulders as he laid him down on the quilt. The hand on his ass was massaging the meaty flesh while he kept him close to him before his hips started moving, rubbing their cocks against each other. Miroku couldn't stop his hip from canting upwards to meet the delicious friction as he gave a surprised moan.
"Fuck!"
"Mmm? That's a first. I don't think I've ever heard you swear like that, Miroku. Need to make you do that more now."Inuyasha chuckled, making his way down his chest to flick his tongue flat against his pebbled nipple. It was Miroku's turn to be flushed and heated, his breathing becoming labored from the half demon sucking around the sensitive skin. Every part of him burned where the other man touched, grabbed or caressed. Everything felt more intense now that the half demon was in control.
All Miroku could do was whimper in agonizing pleasure against Inuyasha's mouth while the other man's hand made a descent to wrap around his dick. Slowly stroking his hand up and down the shaft above his own, causing it to weep and dribble precum down the other's hand and his stomach. It was a sweet torture. It made his legs shake and twitch as he gasped and pushed against the stronger man. Miroku managed to pull away, his head turned to the side with tears from overstimulation sliding down his face.
"Inu-Inuyasha, please! Please!" Miroku's eyes pressed shut, trying hard to push against the wave of pleasure racking through his body. "I want you i-inside of me w-w-when I c-c-c-cum."
He felt Inuyasha's hand move away from his weeping cock to move to the side before pressing his mouth against his ear. Miroku's eyes flew open after feeling tips of fingers massaging his entrance. The other man's voice dropped an octave as he growled against his ear.
"You keep giving me delightful surprises," he mumbled, more to himself. "Fine. Since you begged so nicely we'll give you what you want. But can you answer our question, Miroku?"
A shiver racked up his body, the energy sharp and hot, only to thunder down when he felt the other man's two fingers push past the ring of muscles.
"You mind telling us what else you were doing before coming here?"
Miroku panted and gasped against the fabric of his cursed hand through clenched teeth. Trying to find some sense of sanity to hold onto while trying hard not to cum. He couldn't stop moaning, the new sensation of the other man's thicker longer fingers inside him was overpowering as they moved steadily back and forth.
"Because… we could smell you the second you stepped past the barrier. Yeah, we can always smell it on you whenever you'd think everyone was asleep and no one would see you leave the campsite."
Miroku was going to lose his mind here. The other man's thick fingers were truly better than his own. And now he's sure he won't be able to get himself off the same way again. How has he already ruined him?
"So honestly, it pissed us off for a lil bit. You see, we thought that this little slut was really out here fucking around but that didn't make sense cause we couldn't smell anyone else on you, Miroku. Just the essence of your arousal and a bit of massaging oil."
Miroku felt a third thick finger push its way in to join the other two. It went straight to his cock making it weep even more onto his stomach. More tears of overstimulation were streaming down his face and his body wouldn't stop shaking. He couldn't stop the shivers running down his spine to his toes and back up to his core.
"So tell us, Miroku. Did you finger your hole for us? Hm? Did you prep yourself for us like a good whore?"
It hadn't been easy, actually. Miroku had managed to get himself alone long enough inside the village bathhouse to truly make use of the oil 'prescribed' to him.
"Wanted us that bad, Miroku? Couldn't wait to jump on my cock, huh? Answer me."
Miroku hadn't realized he closed his eyes till he snapped them open. Saliva dribbled out the sides of his mouth as he unclenched his teeth from the fabric, trying to open his mouth to form the words to answer. It came out as a stuttered whisper but he knew Inuyasha would hear him.
"Y-y-yes I…nngh fingered myself. Wanted- wanted to be r-r-r-ready for you. Only you….please Inuyasha."
"Fuck Fuck Fuck." The next second Miroku felt empty and a little cold, Inuyasha's hot body no longer pressed him in favour of sitting up. Miroku watched him take the oil and slather his cock with it.
"We can't let your hard work go to waste. Being so good for us."
Miroku thought he'd be ready. Thought he could handle the man above him physically, mentally and even emotionally. He has thought about it so many times, way before stepping to the cave's entrance. But he was wrong.
Miroku felt his entrance stretch to accommodate the girthy cock as Inuyasha's pushed against the ring of muscles. And he kept slowly pushing in, filling him up till his hip pressed against his ass. Tight, deep and good. Everything felt good, too good, uncontrollably good. So good Miroku toes curled and his muscles clenched. It was here Miroku realized he was cumming. His back arched off the ground and his hand gripped and clawed at the quilt. He could feel his own cum squirt and drip against his stomach and chest. The orgasm racked through him harshly. He hadn't realized cried out saying Inuyasha's name.
But Inuyasha watched him absolutely captured and enamored by the steady climb of pleasure on his face the second he pushed himself inside to the hilt. It's taking everything out of him to keep still till Miroku is done. Having to bite his tongue till it bled in his mouth against the ungodly grip the other man had around his cock. But he didn't look away, silently adding another to the growing list of this to be addicted to when it came to this man. So surprise when Miroku, still clearly coming down locked eyes with his, both glowing back at each other, and whimpered the words 'Move. Please'.
Inuyasha snapped his hips back and thrusted forward to meet the other's. His hands gripped the other sweaty thighs under his knee to support him while he kept his pace steady.
"Fuckyou feel so fucking good, Miroku. So good to me. Wanna make you come just like that again."
Miroku decided he could die right here and go. His body still hadn't come down from the high of his first orgasm and he can already feel another creeping its head as he felt the other man's increase his pace.
"Want you….to come….in-side, please…p-please," he moans.
Inuyasha growled as he pushed his body against Miroku's, his arm pushed under the other man's back pulling him closer and he laced fingers with his cursed hand. He pushed his face against his neck sucking hickeys and marks on his shoulder. He didn't care about the cum that slipped between them, having every intention to make him make a mess of himself repeatedly after this. He was being hypnotized again, not by his eyes this time. But by the sounds he was making. It wasn't just his moans and whimpers that bounced off the wall but the way his name left his lips. Whether it grunted, groaned or stuttered out, if he could bottle it, he would. His name never sounded so good leaving someone's mouth before, like a mantra, a plea. Inuyasha realised he couldn't live without it. Does Miroku know what he's doing to him?
Inuyasha can hear it now. Miroku was close. He can hear his moans and whimper hit a higher octave and his body clenched even tighter around him. His gaze glued the other's tearful face, needing to see the other man unravel from cumming again. The need made his hips push harder and harder against his.
"Come for us, Miroku . Let us see you come on our cock again."
Miroku's legs wrapped around his waist, Inuyasha felt his back arch and watched his eyes roll to the back of his head before his walls clenched tightly around him again. This time Miroku sobbed and it was the way he sobbed his name that brought on his own orgasm. His hips snapped forward, pushing his load deep inside, groaning against his lover's neck feeling his own orgasm rack through him for a second time.