His raised eyebrow told her how much he'd expected anything in return, but he didn't push her away, so she latched onto his curiosity and pulled him closer. "Can I touch you?" she asked, steeling herself as she slid off the boulder. She gripped him through his hakama, the silk not allowing for much friction.

"You have done so already," he stated.

Kagome let out a breathy laugh, then slowly spun them around. "Not like you did."

Realization finally took hold, amber eyes widening, and he stared down at her hand. He still hadn't refused, so she tugged at his pants, pushing them over his hips. His erection sprung free, and she was once again reminded that she was the cause of his reaction.

It was a heavy thought, one that had her chest swelling and her head spinning. Sesshoumaru was a warrior, first and foremost; he never let anything get to him, never let anything touch him.

Except her.

Face flushed, she ran her fingers down the underside of him, tracing the twin stripes. "I want to taste you, too," she said, her other hand finding the marks on his hip. He jerked at the touch, a hiss escaping his lips, and she sunk to her knees.

She could feel his trepidation, eyes never leaving her, so she nuzzled his skin, attempting to reassure him. Flicking her tongue out, she gave attention to the stripes on his hip, nipping when she got to the pointed tip.

He hissed again, leaning back against the boulder. "Is this a common practice for humans?"

She chuckled, gripping him firmly before looking up at him. "Sometimes. Is it not for youkai?" His pupils had dilated, the amber receding to a thin ring, and she bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smirking, then flicked her tongue out at the stripes on his length.

He grabbed her hair, yanking her away from the pulsing appendage. "Youkai males are very aware of the damage a female could do if given the chance," he bit out.

Back slightly arched, she held his gaze, sliding a hand up his stomach in what she hoped was a soothing caress. "I prefer to keep that part of you attached. For later." His hold loosened, but he didn't release her, and she dragged her nails back down until she gripped him again. "I want to see if you taste as good as you smell," she taunted. She was rewarded with a growl, and he finally let go.

Humming softly, she nuzzled the base of his length, flicking her tongue out again before sliding it down the underside. He kept himself still, and she wondered if he was nervous or just trying to make it seem like he wasn't affected.

She'd show him.

She swirled her tongue around the head, smirking at his gasp before taking as much as she could into her mouth. Digging her nails into his skin, she kept him pinned against the rock, bobbing her head back and forth. He tasted delightful, though slightly salty from his training, and she curled her tongue around the head as she pulled back.

He looked positively feral, and Kagome found she enjoyed him that way. He was always so put together, and she wanted to see what he looked like when he wasn't that way—when he let go.

She pumped the base, encircling the tip as she looked up at him, humming against his sensitized flesh. He jerked, youki pulsing, and she pulled back again, continuing to pump him. "Come for me, Sesshoumaru. I'm on my knees in front of you." She wasn't sure if he was into talking—though knowing him and the fact he hadn't known a female could climax more than once spoke volumes—but she wanted his first blowjob to be memorable.

He'd given her so much already, considering there'd been no connection between them when they'd first started this journey. All he cared about was finding Rin. Hell, all she'd cared about was finding Rin, which somehow led to him offering to help.

And then offering to help.

The only reason she hadn't felt more guilty was his apparent interest in the act. She'd initially laughed at his 'curiosity' but couldn't deny its potency now. It had brought her into his company on more than one account, and gauging by his reaction to this particular act, it would continue to do so until she'd had her fill.

Which wouldn't be any time soon. Besides, it did help with her exams, which was why she'd sought him out in the first place.

The stripes on his skin turned jagged, though his eyes remained clear, and she felt him swell in her hand. Gripping him firmly, she pulled him into his mouth again, switching between licks and sucks before he jerked again. She pulled away just in time, his release spilling over her hands and chest.

She let him revel in the high, his body slumping back against the boulder, and she sat back on her heels. "See? It can be fun for you, too." She patted his thigh, then adjusted his pants before getting to her feet, holding a sleeve over her chest. "Thanks for the 'massage'. I'll go clean up, and we can—"

His arm shot out before she could turn away, preventing her from leaving. She gave him a questioning look, slightly distracted by his still-flushed face. "There is a spring nearby."

She tried to wave him off. "It's fine. There's a creek on the way back." She should've thought to bring the rest of her clothes, but she'd been more focused on finding him than anything else.

"It is not," he argued, grabbing Bakusaiga and the rest of his armour. "You have provided a service and should not be forced to wash off in a mere creek."

She raised an eyebrow as they rose into the air. "A 'service'? Is that what we're calling it now?"

He sniffed, holding her close as they floated over trees. "Perhaps not."

She chuckled, patting his chest. "I'll forgive you on the grounds that it was your first time."

The muscles along his jaw clenched, and he finally gave her a sideways glance. "But not the last."

Her smile widened, more so than it should've, but she found his willingness endearing. "Definitely not the last." They fell into content silence, wind whipping through their hair as he slowly descended. The scent of the spring wafted past her nose, and she leaned over his cloud, eager to see how big it was.

Sesshoumaru's arm tightened around her waist, keeping her from going further. She glanced at him over her shoulder, brows raised in question. "There is no need to rush to your death."

She rolled her eyes. "I'd fall in the water. I might be sore, possibly break a bone, but it wouldn't kill me."

His eyes narrowed as their feet touched the ground. "Have you experienced this in the past?"

"Not personally, but I've studied injuries in school. It takes a lot for a fall in water to do damage." She immediately approached the edge of the water and started stripping. Kneeling down in her undergarments, she scrubbed her clothes clean, doing the same to her bra and underwear without thinking twice.

It wasn't until she'd laid her clothing out on the grass nearby that she realized she was walking around completely naked. She turned around, arms going to cover herself, but the heated expression on Sesshoumaru's face stayed her hands.

He was already in the spring, the water lapping around his ribs, clothes folded neatly on the bank. But his eyes were on her, sliding over her curves as if there were more between them than just this.

Even her shorter flings had never heated her skin like his gaze did. It boosted her confidence, and she strode into the spring, purposely sitting on the opposite side as she lounged against the edge, chin raised as she splashed water over her arms and neck.

Let him look.