InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Little by Little ❯ A Little Fumbling ( Chapter 8 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: LittleKnownArtist 
A night of firsts.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 04.03.2016 | Pages: 10 | Words: 6.9K | Visits: 516 | Status: Work In Progress
A night of firsts.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 04.03.2016 | Pages: 10 | Words: 6.9K | Visits: 516 | Status: Work In Progress
Inuyasha blinked down at Kagome for a second, before she began
plucking at the ties to his clothing. An awkward, crooked smile
graced his lips as he asked what she was doing.
“What’s it look like?” she playfully replied. He offered zero resistance when she pulled his robes open and ran her hand over his chest and around his ribs.
“It looks like you need out of this,” he replied, laying his hands on her shoulders, and pushing her slightly back. With no hesitation, he went straight to the ties on her hakama, letting them drop around her feet. She giggled when he pulled the other ties open and his brows scrunched at the sight of her modern day sarashi. She wasn’t wearing this the last time. He tried to pull on the bow at the front, but Kagome reached up to his hand to still it.
“Inuyasha, that’s—”
She was cut off by a quiet growl as clawed hands that shifted to her hips drug her against her husband’s body. She pushed against his shoulders.
“Stop that,” she commanded, a playful smirk on her lips.
“Stop what?” he returned, a knowing tone evident in his voice.
“You’ve already had a good look at me, I think it’s my turn.”
Inuyasha swallowed down a bit of nervousness that rose into his throat, and gave her a chuckled ‘nah’. He raised his hands to her shoulder, ducked them under the hem of her clothes drawing it down her arm as the cloth fell away, making her tense and blush. The skin on her arms was soft and smooth until his fingers ran over one, two, three and four raised lines on her right arm. His face fell at the reminder of how she had gotten those scars. He dropped one hand and traced the edges of the scars with one fingertip as a quiet apology fell from his lips.
“I’ve got other scars; it’s nothing to worry about. This one isn’t even from then,” she twisted her arm to show that one of the pale scars was at a different angle from the other three, “I think this one was from Kohaku.” She looked up to see that his face hadn’t changed any and continued, bringing her hands up. She pointed to another white scar on a knuckle.
“And this one was from home-ec last year. I think I was trying to make crepes—which is food—so it was completely unrelated to anything,” she looked away for a second in thought before returning it and reaching out to touch Inuyasha’s belly.
“You still have that scar from when Sessho…” she paused as she finally took the time to look over Inuyasha’s chest and belly. This was not what she remembered. Last time she checked, over three years ago, he had the skinny body of a fifteen-year-old boy. Hadn’t he stopped growing years ago? Isn’t that how demons aged? They got to a certain point and stopped growing, right? And Inuyasha had been alive a lot longer than fifteen—‘Wait. Maybe that’s wrong. I never have asked him how old he was. What if he hadn’t stopped growing yet?’
The slightly more visible muscles on his belly when he exhaled weren’t the most noticeable part, but the line of darker silver hair up his belly certainly hadn’t been there in all the times she had bandaged him up. Well, obviously he had had some hair, just not this high. A second had passed and Kagome flushed bright red, looking back up to her husband’s face. Did even his face look a little older, and she just hadn’t noticed? Were his shoulders a little broader, his arms a little stronger, his jaw a little squarer? He had definitely aged in the three years they spent separated, just as she had.
“Yeah, I don’t think it’s ever going to heal,” he said, drawing Kagome from her thoughts. She blinked, trying to remember what they were talking about. Why were they talking about anything given that they were both more or less half naked? Kagome shook her head and tried getting her thoughts back to square one.
“Because he used so much poison I don—”
Kagome pulled him into a kiss, grabbing him by the back of the neck. She squeezed the skin of his neck and roughly pressed into the kiss, which became more heated with a muffled growl and calloused hands digging into her back and pressing her against the hanyou man as much as possible. She could still taste the sweetness of the treat on his lips.
They accidentally chinked teeth when she shifted her grip around his back. Inuyasha pulled away, breathing heavily and asking if her teeth were okay—fragile as human teeth were—but her response was to move against his neck, kissing, nipping and intermittedly panting against his skin. He coughed and tilted his head to the side, looking down at her with half-lidded eyes. He rubbed against her back, then bringing his hands around the front. Met with her upper undergarment he just slipped his hands under, pushing the garment up and out of the way to cup and play with her breasts properly. Of course, this earned a snicker from Kagome who pushed away from him and dislocated their hands. She reached around and undid the bra quickly, haphazardly tossing it away. She came back to him, but didn’t let him return to groping her, coming to kiss his chest instead. She kissed up and nipped his collarbone, her hands roaming his chest and sides. When she felt his nipples beneath her fingertips she drug her fingertips over them. She ran her hands back down his ribs, kissing down his breastbone before moving over to his left nipple. She pulled it into her mouth just as he did hers, but a pair of hands on her shoulders and a questioning “Kagome?” drew her away from the activity to see a pair of golden eyes gleaming down to her.
He raised an eyebrow with his confused expression. Kagome flashed her own confused expression for a second.
“Don’t.”
‘Don’t what?...wait, is he one of those guys that isn’t sensitive?’ What a pity. However, she knew there were other places he was very sensitive. She flashed him a smile before looking down between their bodies to tug on the ties of his lower garments. He flushed and pulled the Tessaiga away before his hakama fell. Inuyasha quickly kicked those away, muttered ‘hold on,’ set the Tessaiga against the wall, loosened his last garment and yanked it away.
He was less than surprised when a small hand found its way around his most intimate bits of flesh. Kagome encroached on him, leaning her head against his chest and looking down between their bodies at her hand. She could hear his breath catch from just her leaning further into him. She moved her hand just slightly and heard him gasp then huff into her hair. She was just curious, looking down where her hand was and started slowly moving, watching how the skin rolled in her hands. She could stroke down to uncover the head, and push the skin back up to cover it. She smiled, hearing the quiet huffs and sounds before Inuyasha firmly gripped her shoulders and told her she had to stop doing that. She looked back up to meet her husband’s nervous eyes, smirked, and added a second hand.
Inuyasha squinted and added, “I’m serious,” to his argument, though the hands on her shoulders made no move to push her away. If he really wanted her to stop, he could very well make her stop. Kagome stilled her hands temporarily and kissed his chest. She kissed lower on his chest and when she passed his ribcage, he shuddered. She adjusted her hands to hold him more comfortably. She kissed partway down his belly before coming to stand on her knees.
“Kagome?”
The young woman looked up her husband’s body with a questioning gaze. Inuyasha seemed startled for a second, seeing the way she was looking at him—and with her chin just above the level her hands were at. He glanced away from her eyes and in various spots in the room before returning with a flustered,
“W…well, I’m not gonna stop you.” That would make him a complete idiot.
Kagome nodded, turning back down. She moved one hand away to place on his hip. She tested the waters with just a soft kiss to the very tip. Her tongue poked out to press her tongue into the same stop. She felt him shudder. She nearly glanced up, but quickly drew her gaze back down to his belly. She knew he was watching, and she would just lose her nerve if she met his eyes right now. She took a breath and slid her tongue around the head, hearing his breath hitch and a quiet grunt from his throat. She kissed it again, open-mouthed and with her tongue accompanying. She teased the rim of his foreskin before wrapping her lips around the entire head. She didn’t have a clue if she was doing this right, technically, but she’d try what she’d heard of or read of, and go from there. She washed the sides of her tongue below the head and brought that small portion into her mouth too, with a little sucking motion.
‘She’s actually doing it.’ Inuyasha tilted his head up to stare for a second before more moist heat enveloped him. He looked back down, and she had moved again and…
‘Shit, is that her ton—why is she—keep doing that!’
He had the strongest urge to move his hips, or grab onto something, but he would rather not do that to Kagome. He’d never get her to agree to this again—not that he’d ever ask it. He found his claws dangerously close to digging into the wooden wall, another thing he’d rather not gouge out, so all he could do with his hands was ball them into fists at his sides.
He opened one eye to look down at her and found with watching her, the urge was much stronger, but… he still didn’t wish to stare off elsewhere. He gasped when she clawed into his hip and brought her mouth a bit further than she had previously. His legs were bunching up terribly, standing stock still like that. He would make sure to sit down or lay the next time she decided to do this—because he would never ask it. Never.
He really had to at least stand in a more comfortable position. He slowly repositioned one leg.
Something hit the ground with a loud CLACK and both Inuyasha and Kagome jumped at the sound. She had pulled away with the startle, but Inuyasha was suddenly very aware that Kagome owned a set of semi-sharp incisors, that thought having jumped to the forefront of his mind.
“What was that?” Kagome asked, her hand still wrapped around him.
“That was—” he looked down in the direction of the sound, Tessaiga lying on its side.
“I kicked over Tessaiga.”
Kagome nodded once, and stroked down once with her hand. Inuyasha hissed at the sensation despite himself.
“H-hey you don’t gotta keep doin’ that you know. You can stop if—”
Kagome licked over the tip, interrupting him.
“I’m good,” she said, twisting her tongue about the edge of the foreskin again. She brought her second hand away from his hip to gently fondle his testes. Inuyasha hunched his shoulders and gasped over her. He made the stupidest sounds, he knew he did, but Kagome was doing that thing with her tongue again—and the way she was rolling and squeezing him with that added hand—why was he worried about her teeth? She was being careful, and she was doing wonderf—
He found his fingers had wormed into her hair though he told himself he wouldn’t pull her hair. When had he done that? He opened one eye and pried his hands out of the strands. She didn’t seem surprised when he set one hand on her head; she just slowly looked up at him. Meeting those lovely brown eyes kickstarted the inklings of his pending orgasm.
He was ready to just enjoy it when the thought that Kagome might not want him to had him gritting his teeth.
“Kago—stop,” he gasped.
“Mnn?” She hummed, both hands and mouth still occupied. But she didn’t stop what she was doing, breathing through her nose onto moist flesh as she swirled her tongue about the tip. It was involuntary that his body locked up when she moved back down.
Of course Kagome knew what was happening, and she stayed put, trying to swallow. She coughed when she pulled away—it was not the most pleasant taste in the world, as much as she liked bitter coffee, the coffee wasn’t salty. She collected some of the fluid on her chin, and looked down at her chest, where more had spilled. She grimaced before shaking her head she started to get up when she noticed how her panting husband slid down the wall, looking completely out of it for a moment before blinking his eyes open. His eyes widened slightly when their gaze fell on Kagome.
“Shit, Kagome, sorry.”
He grabbed the sleeve of his discarded suikan and leaned closer to her. She flinched away as he brought the cloth up to her face, but relaxed when she realized what he was doing. He wiped over her chin and when he got to her chest, he muttered; “I’ll warn you better the next time.”
His eyes opened wide in realization of how thoughtless that sounded. That was implying there would be a next time. When Kagome looked up at his surprised expression he averted his eyes, and Kagome saw one of the guiltiest expressions cross his features. She sighed and piped up with a shrug, trying to sound as casual as possible.
“Eh, I pretty much knew what was going on…” Her last words were quieter, “and when.”
His ears flicked forward once at her words before pulling against his head again. He pulled his hand back and scanned her face. Her cheeks had turned pink from his scrutiny, but she didn’t seem mad or that embarrassed. He flashed a sheepish smile. After which, he immediately tackled her with a kiss, making sure to tuck his hand under her head so she didn’t bonk it on the floor through what little padding her strewn-out clothes provided. He pulled away from her, smiling down at her surprised expression. An expression that quickly changed with a smirk and a hand on the side of his face. She led his face back down to hers. She opened her mouth and, obligingly, he slipped his tongue inside—only for her to shove him away seconds later, not attempting to contain her sudden fit of giggles.
“Eh? What’s so funny?”
She covered her mouth when she snorted accidently. She giggled a second more before replying.
“You still taste like food.”
He let out a bark of laughter before shaking his head and leaning his forehead against hers.
“Yeah?” Inuyasha chuckled.
“Yeah.”
She grabbed his hair and pulled his lips right back. The sweet taste of the treat from earlier was quickly helping her over the taste she’d been worried about.
When they finally broke for breath, Inuyasha mentioned that she should let him have his mouth back at some point.
“I’ll need my tongue for later,” he said.
Before Kagome could send a playful question his way, he was nuzzling his face into her neck again. She busied her hands with stroking his ears while he moved to her chest. From what Kagome felt, he really enjoyed playing with the flesh there, leaning awkwardly on his elbows to cup both breasts, squeezing and fondling—measuring their weight and watching the pliant skin shape around his fingers.
“Oh yes, he’s male all right,” she thought whimsically.
She shifted under him when he brushed his thumbs over pebbled flash, and squeaked when he replaced one thumb with his tongue and lips. Her attentions to his ears ceased when he did the same to the other, kissing and sucking firmly. He drug his tongue down from there, to her ribcage, kissing her at the very tip of her breastbone. Kagome bit her lip when he continued down. He dipped his tongue into her naval and she squirmed away from him, exhaling in a sharp note. He smirked and continued down her belly when she squeezed his shoulder to stop him.
“Wait! What are you…”
He looked back to her flushed face, embarrassed and nervous. Despite her question, she knew exactly what her silvery-haired hanyou was doing. He squeezed his palms against her hip.
“You’ll like it,” he assured her with a false confidence that did little to conceal his sudden embarrassment.
“Hey, I wanna do that to you, too,” he looked away for a second, rubbing the pads of his thumbs over her hips more to soothe himself than the lovely Miko below him. His eyes drifted down to where she clamped her legs shut, her hips twisted awkwardly away from him. He breathed a little deeper and caught her nervous brown eyes once again. His eyes were soft, unconsciously conveying to Kagome his desire to at least see her opened up to him.
Kagome swallowed, her only reply was the way she dropped her head back and bit her lip. Inuyasha nodded to himself. He slid both hands to her knees, guiding them open. Of course, he had seen her—and even Sango—naked many times, mostly unintentional glimpses that ended with him face down in the dirt, so he knew what a woman looked like, overall, but this was certainly new. Kagome had allowed—even encouraged—him to look more recently, but this was actually the first time he had seen her fully, in this vulnerable state. He knew what she felt like—the thought reminded his body that a separate piece of himself that was quickly readying to feel her again—knew this part as well as the hand skimming down the soft skin of her inner thigh. His heart was racing as he bent one of her knees to kiss the inside of it.
She exhaled sharply when his opposite hand’s fingertips brushed down through dark curls to the moist center. Inuyasha’s eyes shot back to Kagome’s upturned face at the sound. He had barely touched her, but it was enough to remind him of an odd problem he had. He pulled his hand away to stare at the sharp talons attached to the end of each finger. He tapped the claws against his hand. Would that bother her if he only got to use his fingers once a month..? It would bother the hell out of him, that was for sure. It was his intention to pleasure her with his mouth, but he definitely wanted to see…
A possible solution smacked him over the head when Kagome shifted slightly, obviously starting to feel uncomfortable. He kissed her leg as he mulled over the solution he’d thought of. He had never tried that before, and with good reason.
Kagome’s eyes snapped open at a horrifying cracking sound. It was followed immediately by a series of crunches, like a dog gnawing on a bone. She sat up halfway, staring wide-eyed at her husband—the obvious source of the sound.
“What. Are. You. Doing?!”
Inuyasha echoed her horrified expression as he pulled his fingers away from his mouth. An odd squawk came out of his open mouth as he tried to explain.
“Uh—I—uh, uhh…” he held his hand back up looking from his hand and back to her several times, hoping she would get the gist and he would have to explain aloud. The thumb and first two claws on his right hand were missing the majority of the claw past his fingertips. When she started blankly back, he swallowed down what he could of his distress and continued trying to spell it out for her.
“I… c-claws are—I didn’t think that...they’re not the best idea for—I know I said I wanted to—but first I wanted to see...what—uh—when I…dammit…” He stared back at his hand. That was it. He’d made a complete fool of himself. He ruined the moment. Why didn’t he realize how weird it was for him to be fucking chewing on his claws during something like this?
“Since you’ve got most of them off already…i-it’s okay for right now…but you don’t have to.”
“Uh…” was all he could manage as Kagome flopped onto her back, covering her face with her hands. He gulped and stuck the last two claws between his teeth just to be safe. He saw her whole body cringe at the sound.
“Sorry about that,” he apologized, kissing her knee.
“Don’t say sorry,” she said, lifting her hands from her face, “you’ve said it like three times in the past five minutes, it’s not like you.”
When she saw that his ears were flattened down, she sent a smile his way and reached out to poke his knee with her toe. He looked down bewilderedly at her foot for a second. The slightest of smiles perched itself on his mouth and he grasped her ankle, pushing it back to bend at the knee like the other leg. He scooted a bit further and kissed her belly again, hands on her legs for leverage. He dipped his tongue into her navel excepting her to gasp and squirm, but this she giggled and squirmed away from him.
“You really like that, huh?” he asked with a smirk. He wrapped his clawed hand around her thigh.
“No,” she replied, trying not to smile.
“Liar.”
She was ticklish, that could be fun. He decided to try and remember that. His clawless hand slipped between the two of them, rubbing circles and feeling around before sliding one finger inside her. He sat up so he could look at her properly, pushing one leg further open with his left hand. She bit her lip but didn’t lift her gaze from his face. His own gaze was focused entirely on where his hand was as he pushed a second finger inside. He spread his fingers within her before drawing them out. He smirked, kissing her knee. He then drew his fingers over the length of her intimate flesh. She shuddered. He had allowed enough time for the moisture to cool a bit. He pushed those two fingers back inside, curling and spreading them, making his wife squirm. He probably wouldn’t show so much interest if he’d been raised around adult magazines and videos like the boys from her era.
He pressed his left hand to her belly when she jerked a bit more violently with his play. He pulled his right hand away, leaning down to replace that hand with his mouth. He felt her legs tense and he tightened his grip around them before tentatively testing the waters as she had done with one hesitant lick. He curled his tongue in his mouth for a moment, then drew it over her again. She didn’t taste like candy, but it wasn’t terrible either. He wondered what to do for a second, before deciding it didn’t matter, so long as he was doing something to try and get a rise out of her. She had done this to him really well, and she didn’t know what she was doing, right?
If it weren’t for Inuyasha holding her legs in place, she would be squirming under him quite a bit. The weirdness factor was still there, but she actually liked the feel of his tongue more than his fingers. He was just teasing the outer flesh, at first. He pushed his tongue inside once, and that made her try to arch her back—if it weren’t for her husband’s hand holding her hips down. His tongue wouldn’t reach far, so he went back to leaving open kisses and licking her. He pressed his tongue a little higher once, and Kagome couldn’t help herself.
“Stay there,” she said with loud exhale. Inuyasha’s ears twitched at the sound. He pressed his tongue firmly as he drew it over all of her, including the top—which made the little Miko’s body tense. He pulled away for a second and a surprisingly unhappy noise from his wife was directed down to him. Of course, he had every intention of coming back there and with two clawless fingers; he replaced his tongue, rubbing in circles. Kagome let out a shaky breath. He glanced up at her—not missing the way her hands had begun to twist into the hakama under her. She was looking away from him, but the flush of her skin and the way her body moved when she breathed…
He blinked the sudden blur from his eyes. He returned to using his mouth. He did feel a little something under his tongue that made her excited, so he focused his attention there, intermittedly, sucking and lapping at that little whatever the hell it was. He raked his clawless fingers through her hair. She had used both hands on him after all; he might as well try to give her as much stimulation as he could offer with just the one clawless hand.
“Let go…” she panted. “Please…”
Inuyasha realized just how much pressure he’d been using to hold her down with her request. The last thing he wanted was to leave marks on her skin from keeping her still. He was preventing her from moving entirely, and while he had remained still for her, he also knew that was unpleasant. At least he wouldn’t risk choking if she moved. His hand remained on her right hip, but just barely.
And she was moving, just barely. Her slight squirming didn’t throw him off that much. He would pause briefly, then continue on with quicker lapping. She lifted herself off the floor slightly once when he suckled the little thing, and Inuyasha heard the words ‘oh my god,’ leave her lips in a breathy whisper. That was interesting.
He lapped at her a bit more, and pushed his fingers within her a bit deeper. She rose up a second time, this time repeating those words a bit louder. She did this a third time, repeating the words several times over. Inuyasha’s ears flicked when those words broke into random syllables and he heard bits of his name thrown in. Her body tensed and she lifted up again, this time nothing more than a high pitched moan that got cut off when she slapped a hand over her mouth. Inuyasha wanted to look at her face—part of him throbbing and begging to for him to look—but it was hard from this angle, and he certainly didn’t want to risk stopping. Her body was quivering for several seconds.
“St—op!” She gasped when the quivering had only just begun to lessen. Inuyasha pulled back to look at her again. Her breathing was ragged as Inuyasha pulled himself over top of her. His body barely made contact with hers as he let her catch her breath. She looked so cute with glassy eyes and hair beginning to stick to her face.
‘That was definitely—’Kagome began to think.
“I have goosebumps,” she casually relayed. Inuyasha rubbed a hand over her arm. She certainly shouldn’t be cold so…
“You do,” he agreed with the slightest of smirks.
Kagome giggled. She reached up to cross lace her fingers behind her husband’s neck. He chuckled. Kagome’s eyes trailed down his body until…how could he be ready? It couldn’t have been five minutes…was that a demon thing, or was the twenty minutes recovery time she’d been told about just something that had been averaged out?
Well, it wasn’t something she was going to complain about. With her grip secure, she lifted one leg to rub over his, encouraging him to get started. He looked away from her for a second, his gaze naturally falling on her breasts, before returning to her face.
“You said something about…being on top?”
Kagome blinked.
“Ah, I did, didn’t I? You remembered that?”
“Of course I did,” Inuyasha replied without thinking. He immediately regretted his eager tone, he didn’t want her to think he was a total pervert—even if that thought crossed his mind about a hundred times since she’d said it.
“So you want to…”
“Do I just lay on my back or—” his tone was even more excited now.
‘Fuck,’ he swore. He’d just said he wasn’t a pervert. Why did he have to sound so damned enthusiastic?!
Kagome looked away embarrassedly. She nodded. Inuyasha swallowed, and slowly—not overzealously—lifted himself off his wife. He lay beside her, and she sat up to lean over him. She looked nervous, though. She chewed her lip and it was starting to make Inuyasha nervous as well, though he couldn’t determine why she was nervous in the first place. Hadn’t she been the one to declare she’d be on top for their next time? That wouldn’t do.
He reached under her arms and drug her closer to his body.
“I wanna kiss you,” he said. He didn’t know why he was saying that. It wasn’t a lie but it wasn’t exactly a normal thing for him to say either. It did have the desired effect, however, bringing a smile to the lovely girl’s lips. She leaned over the rest of the way and kissed him sweetly. She went to pull away and Inuyasha licked her lip in play, earning a stupid-sounding—adorable—laugh from her. She raised an eyebrow at him before shaking her head. She then stood on her knees and threw a leg over him, coming to straddle his belly. She kissed his forehead, his cheek, his nose and…not that he didn’t like being kissed, but she was sitting directly above a little piece of him begging to—
What the hell was wrong with him? Screw that. He had a gorgeous young woman sitting on him, showing him that she loved him, kissing his face and letting him stroke through her soft hair and fondle her breast and—when had he started doing that?
Kagome giggled when she sat up, tapping Inuyasha’s hand for him to release her hair. She let the hand on her breast stay a few seconds more, squeezing her own hand over his until she gently pulled it away. She took a deep breath and moved lower on his body—taking note of the groan when she passed over the stiff bit of him. She stood on her knees and tried to get her body positioned properly. She set he hands on his chest and—
—She looked up at Inuyasha, and that only embarrassed her more. He held a somewhat confused expression. She squeaked, looking down to the ‘intended target’. She tried to calm herself, gently gripping him, and raising herself up again. This time she made sure she was aligned and slowly came down over him.
She felt his hands on her ribs and she looked up to him looking back at her. Just looking at her. She couldn’t tell from his face what he was thinking, he was just staring. Kagome blushed brightly. She began to tremble from embarrassment.
“I can’t do this,” she whined and curled over him, “I don’t actually know what to do.”
Taking this as a serious concern, Inuyasha slid his hands down her sides to rest under her rump.
“I think I do,” he muttered, more to himself. Kagome exhaled sharply when he slowly lifted her up and she squeaked when he lowered her back down. She stared down to him to find that he was no longer meeting her gaze, but instead tipping his head to look between their bodies. Kagome pinched her eyes shut when he repeated the action.
“Okay, Okay! I know what to do, just let me—” she shifted her legs a bit, “get into a more comfortable position or something.”
He blinked, vocalizing a resounding “huh?” when he met her eyes, as if he hadn’t heard a word. Her face couldn’t be redder as she adjusted her legs and hesitantly laid her hands on the center of his chest. She copied the motions Inuyasha had tried, slowly, trying to figure it out for herself. Slowly she figured out the if she leaned and moved just right—and Inuyasha seemed to enjoy that too, his breath hitching just before hers would catch as well.
Inuyasha’s hands rubbed down her legs to grip her knees. He raised himself up often, biting his cheek and watching her through squinted eyes. Every time, it threw her equilibrium off, leaning most of her weight onto her hands, but it also made her gasp.
“You can’t keep going that slow,” he said at one point, with his voice raspy from breathing heavily for so long. Kagome wasn’t entirely sure she either heard him over the pulse in her ears or read his lips through squinted eyes, but she knew what he’d said. She tried shifting herself into a better position, but she didn’t get enough time as Inuyasha lifted one hand to the back of her neck and pulled her against his chest. He wrapped the other around her back and rolled them over.
“Next time, for sure,” The hanyou man promised when she opened her mouth to protest. A mouth that was soon engaged in a fierce kiss with Inuyasha’s. He pulled away from the breathless woman and untucked his arms from under her.
“At least…” she panted, reaching up to grip his neck and shoulder, “give me a chance.”
He cleared his throat and nodded with an affirmative, “I will.”
Kagome bit her lip with a loud whine when Inuyasha found it easy to start up again. She started to tip her hips up as she had the last time, digging her heels in. Inuyasha found great pleasure in how she tilted her head back when she arched against him. When she tilted her head down again her eyes stayed open. She had no idea how much he enjoyed having her eyes on him in their current engagement. He’d tell himself it wasn’t just this, and he’d hope after what she’d done for him that he wouldn’t act skittish without his clothes.
He splayed his clawless hand over her belly, pressing into it. She did like that, but he had a feeling she might like something else, as well. He pressed his fingertips down just above where they were connected, rubbing circles and trying to find that little bit of firm flesh. He paused when he had trouble, feeling like an idiot. A small hand ghosted over his to assist just as he figured out how to rub it in this position and her hand flew up to her chest, balling into a fist as Kagome’s eyes squeezed shut.
It was awkward, leaning all his weight onto one arm, but not difficult, and definitely not annoying as a barely audible ‘oh my god’ changed into a louder moan on the last syllable. What was annoying was when the little Miko slapped a hand over her mouth to muffle the following sounds. He lifted his body more upright and grabbed ahold of her wrist, pushing it down above her head and leaning back over her. When he caught her surprised gaze, he whispered to her.
“Oi, don’t cover your mouth.” He released her arm and rested his hand back beside her ribs. Her surprise had dulled some of the pleasure, so she put more effort into her own motions, gripping her husband’s arm. She raised herself onto her toes and heard Inuyasha growl. She jerked and gasped when she felt herself getting closer to her peak again. Inuyasha’s ears flicked when he heard the quiet start to the string of ‘oh my god’s and broken bits of his name.
He changed nothing about what he was doing, trying to get her off before him. Third time’s the charm, it would seem, as it counts for outlasting his wife. She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut, digging her nails into Inuyasha’s arm and twisting her fingers in his hair. Inuyasha realized that her entire body that was tensing up, not just the grip of her hands. She was so tight! He would never think of himself as a masochist, but he loved the way her blunt human nails dug into his skin hard enough to hurt.
“Inuya—” she was cut off by her own orgasm, the last syllable ending in a sharp squeak, and a silent scream as she twisted her head to the side.
“Damn,” Inuyasha breathed. The most intense of sensations almost surprised him a second later his own body tensed and his pace faltered with a growl until he went completely still. All the strength—demonic or no—seemed to drain from his left arm. He quickly pulled his right hand from between he and his wife to slap it down before he had the chance to fall on her. His arms quivered, and his breath was ragged, but hearing the same roughness to Kagome’s breath brought a smile to his face. He opened his eyes to peer down at her when her hand slid limply away from his shoulder. He chuckled, seeing how even with half opened eyes it took her a second to notice his gaze. She returned his chuckle.
Satisfied with the pleasant acknowledgements, and with his arms quivering dangerously, he tipped his body to one side coming to rest on his stomach beside her. He rubbed his thumb over her arm.
“You got goosebumps again.”
“I did,” she acknowledged. They lay there for about a minute more, catching their breath. Kagome then pulled into a long stretch, waking the muscles that had gone limp. She wiped the moisture from an eye—difficult with Inuyasha’s arm still thrown over her. Somehow, she didn’t feel as tired as she thought she might. A very odd concern found the core of her thoughts suddenly.
“What’s it look like?” she playfully replied. He offered zero resistance when she pulled his robes open and ran her hand over his chest and around his ribs.
“It looks like you need out of this,” he replied, laying his hands on her shoulders, and pushing her slightly back. With no hesitation, he went straight to the ties on her hakama, letting them drop around her feet. She giggled when he pulled the other ties open and his brows scrunched at the sight of her modern day sarashi. She wasn’t wearing this the last time. He tried to pull on the bow at the front, but Kagome reached up to his hand to still it.
“Inuyasha, that’s—”
She was cut off by a quiet growl as clawed hands that shifted to her hips drug her against her husband’s body. She pushed against his shoulders.
“Stop that,” she commanded, a playful smirk on her lips.
“Stop what?” he returned, a knowing tone evident in his voice.
“You’ve already had a good look at me, I think it’s my turn.”
Inuyasha swallowed down a bit of nervousness that rose into his throat, and gave her a chuckled ‘nah’. He raised his hands to her shoulder, ducked them under the hem of her clothes drawing it down her arm as the cloth fell away, making her tense and blush. The skin on her arms was soft and smooth until his fingers ran over one, two, three and four raised lines on her right arm. His face fell at the reminder of how she had gotten those scars. He dropped one hand and traced the edges of the scars with one fingertip as a quiet apology fell from his lips.
“I’ve got other scars; it’s nothing to worry about. This one isn’t even from then,” she twisted her arm to show that one of the pale scars was at a different angle from the other three, “I think this one was from Kohaku.” She looked up to see that his face hadn’t changed any and continued, bringing her hands up. She pointed to another white scar on a knuckle.
“And this one was from home-ec last year. I think I was trying to make crepes—which is food—so it was completely unrelated to anything,” she looked away for a second in thought before returning it and reaching out to touch Inuyasha’s belly.
“You still have that scar from when Sessho…” she paused as she finally took the time to look over Inuyasha’s chest and belly. This was not what she remembered. Last time she checked, over three years ago, he had the skinny body of a fifteen-year-old boy. Hadn’t he stopped growing years ago? Isn’t that how demons aged? They got to a certain point and stopped growing, right? And Inuyasha had been alive a lot longer than fifteen—‘Wait. Maybe that’s wrong. I never have asked him how old he was. What if he hadn’t stopped growing yet?’
The slightly more visible muscles on his belly when he exhaled weren’t the most noticeable part, but the line of darker silver hair up his belly certainly hadn’t been there in all the times she had bandaged him up. Well, obviously he had had some hair, just not this high. A second had passed and Kagome flushed bright red, looking back up to her husband’s face. Did even his face look a little older, and she just hadn’t noticed? Were his shoulders a little broader, his arms a little stronger, his jaw a little squarer? He had definitely aged in the three years they spent separated, just as she had.
“Yeah, I don’t think it’s ever going to heal,” he said, drawing Kagome from her thoughts. She blinked, trying to remember what they were talking about. Why were they talking about anything given that they were both more or less half naked? Kagome shook her head and tried getting her thoughts back to square one.
“Because he used so much poison I don—”
Kagome pulled him into a kiss, grabbing him by the back of the neck. She squeezed the skin of his neck and roughly pressed into the kiss, which became more heated with a muffled growl and calloused hands digging into her back and pressing her against the hanyou man as much as possible. She could still taste the sweetness of the treat on his lips.
They accidentally chinked teeth when she shifted her grip around his back. Inuyasha pulled away, breathing heavily and asking if her teeth were okay—fragile as human teeth were—but her response was to move against his neck, kissing, nipping and intermittedly panting against his skin. He coughed and tilted his head to the side, looking down at her with half-lidded eyes. He rubbed against her back, then bringing his hands around the front. Met with her upper undergarment he just slipped his hands under, pushing the garment up and out of the way to cup and play with her breasts properly. Of course, this earned a snicker from Kagome who pushed away from him and dislocated their hands. She reached around and undid the bra quickly, haphazardly tossing it away. She came back to him, but didn’t let him return to groping her, coming to kiss his chest instead. She kissed up and nipped his collarbone, her hands roaming his chest and sides. When she felt his nipples beneath her fingertips she drug her fingertips over them. She ran her hands back down his ribs, kissing down his breastbone before moving over to his left nipple. She pulled it into her mouth just as he did hers, but a pair of hands on her shoulders and a questioning “Kagome?” drew her away from the activity to see a pair of golden eyes gleaming down to her.
He raised an eyebrow with his confused expression. Kagome flashed her own confused expression for a second.
“Don’t.”
‘Don’t what?...wait, is he one of those guys that isn’t sensitive?’ What a pity. However, she knew there were other places he was very sensitive. She flashed him a smile before looking down between their bodies to tug on the ties of his lower garments. He flushed and pulled the Tessaiga away before his hakama fell. Inuyasha quickly kicked those away, muttered ‘hold on,’ set the Tessaiga against the wall, loosened his last garment and yanked it away.
He was less than surprised when a small hand found its way around his most intimate bits of flesh. Kagome encroached on him, leaning her head against his chest and looking down between their bodies at her hand. She could hear his breath catch from just her leaning further into him. She moved her hand just slightly and heard him gasp then huff into her hair. She was just curious, looking down where her hand was and started slowly moving, watching how the skin rolled in her hands. She could stroke down to uncover the head, and push the skin back up to cover it. She smiled, hearing the quiet huffs and sounds before Inuyasha firmly gripped her shoulders and told her she had to stop doing that. She looked back up to meet her husband’s nervous eyes, smirked, and added a second hand.
Inuyasha squinted and added, “I’m serious,” to his argument, though the hands on her shoulders made no move to push her away. If he really wanted her to stop, he could very well make her stop. Kagome stilled her hands temporarily and kissed his chest. She kissed lower on his chest and when she passed his ribcage, he shuddered. She adjusted her hands to hold him more comfortably. She kissed partway down his belly before coming to stand on her knees.
“Kagome?”
The young woman looked up her husband’s body with a questioning gaze. Inuyasha seemed startled for a second, seeing the way she was looking at him—and with her chin just above the level her hands were at. He glanced away from her eyes and in various spots in the room before returning with a flustered,
“W…well, I’m not gonna stop you.” That would make him a complete idiot.
Kagome nodded, turning back down. She moved one hand away to place on his hip. She tested the waters with just a soft kiss to the very tip. Her tongue poked out to press her tongue into the same stop. She felt him shudder. She nearly glanced up, but quickly drew her gaze back down to his belly. She knew he was watching, and she would just lose her nerve if she met his eyes right now. She took a breath and slid her tongue around the head, hearing his breath hitch and a quiet grunt from his throat. She kissed it again, open-mouthed and with her tongue accompanying. She teased the rim of his foreskin before wrapping her lips around the entire head. She didn’t have a clue if she was doing this right, technically, but she’d try what she’d heard of or read of, and go from there. She washed the sides of her tongue below the head and brought that small portion into her mouth too, with a little sucking motion.
‘She’s actually doing it.’ Inuyasha tilted his head up to stare for a second before more moist heat enveloped him. He looked back down, and she had moved again and…
‘Shit, is that her ton—why is she—keep doing that!’
He had the strongest urge to move his hips, or grab onto something, but he would rather not do that to Kagome. He’d never get her to agree to this again—not that he’d ever ask it. He found his claws dangerously close to digging into the wooden wall, another thing he’d rather not gouge out, so all he could do with his hands was ball them into fists at his sides.
He opened one eye to look down at her and found with watching her, the urge was much stronger, but… he still didn’t wish to stare off elsewhere. He gasped when she clawed into his hip and brought her mouth a bit further than she had previously. His legs were bunching up terribly, standing stock still like that. He would make sure to sit down or lay the next time she decided to do this—because he would never ask it. Never.
He really had to at least stand in a more comfortable position. He slowly repositioned one leg.
Something hit the ground with a loud CLACK and both Inuyasha and Kagome jumped at the sound. She had pulled away with the startle, but Inuyasha was suddenly very aware that Kagome owned a set of semi-sharp incisors, that thought having jumped to the forefront of his mind.
“What was that?” Kagome asked, her hand still wrapped around him.
“That was—” he looked down in the direction of the sound, Tessaiga lying on its side.
“I kicked over Tessaiga.”
Kagome nodded once, and stroked down once with her hand. Inuyasha hissed at the sensation despite himself.
“H-hey you don’t gotta keep doin’ that you know. You can stop if—”
Kagome licked over the tip, interrupting him.
“I’m good,” she said, twisting her tongue about the edge of the foreskin again. She brought her second hand away from his hip to gently fondle his testes. Inuyasha hunched his shoulders and gasped over her. He made the stupidest sounds, he knew he did, but Kagome was doing that thing with her tongue again—and the way she was rolling and squeezing him with that added hand—why was he worried about her teeth? She was being careful, and she was doing wonderf—
He found his fingers had wormed into her hair though he told himself he wouldn’t pull her hair. When had he done that? He opened one eye and pried his hands out of the strands. She didn’t seem surprised when he set one hand on her head; she just slowly looked up at him. Meeting those lovely brown eyes kickstarted the inklings of his pending orgasm.
He was ready to just enjoy it when the thought that Kagome might not want him to had him gritting his teeth.
“Kago—stop,” he gasped.
“Mnn?” She hummed, both hands and mouth still occupied. But she didn’t stop what she was doing, breathing through her nose onto moist flesh as she swirled her tongue about the tip. It was involuntary that his body locked up when she moved back down.
Of course Kagome knew what was happening, and she stayed put, trying to swallow. She coughed when she pulled away—it was not the most pleasant taste in the world, as much as she liked bitter coffee, the coffee wasn’t salty. She collected some of the fluid on her chin, and looked down at her chest, where more had spilled. She grimaced before shaking her head she started to get up when she noticed how her panting husband slid down the wall, looking completely out of it for a moment before blinking his eyes open. His eyes widened slightly when their gaze fell on Kagome.
“Shit, Kagome, sorry.”
He grabbed the sleeve of his discarded suikan and leaned closer to her. She flinched away as he brought the cloth up to her face, but relaxed when she realized what he was doing. He wiped over her chin and when he got to her chest, he muttered; “I’ll warn you better the next time.”
His eyes opened wide in realization of how thoughtless that sounded. That was implying there would be a next time. When Kagome looked up at his surprised expression he averted his eyes, and Kagome saw one of the guiltiest expressions cross his features. She sighed and piped up with a shrug, trying to sound as casual as possible.
“Eh, I pretty much knew what was going on…” Her last words were quieter, “and when.”
His ears flicked forward once at her words before pulling against his head again. He pulled his hand back and scanned her face. Her cheeks had turned pink from his scrutiny, but she didn’t seem mad or that embarrassed. He flashed a sheepish smile. After which, he immediately tackled her with a kiss, making sure to tuck his hand under her head so she didn’t bonk it on the floor through what little padding her strewn-out clothes provided. He pulled away from her, smiling down at her surprised expression. An expression that quickly changed with a smirk and a hand on the side of his face. She led his face back down to hers. She opened her mouth and, obligingly, he slipped his tongue inside—only for her to shove him away seconds later, not attempting to contain her sudden fit of giggles.
“Eh? What’s so funny?”
She covered her mouth when she snorted accidently. She giggled a second more before replying.
“You still taste like food.”
He let out a bark of laughter before shaking his head and leaning his forehead against hers.
“Yeah?” Inuyasha chuckled.
“Yeah.”
She grabbed his hair and pulled his lips right back. The sweet taste of the treat from earlier was quickly helping her over the taste she’d been worried about.
When they finally broke for breath, Inuyasha mentioned that she should let him have his mouth back at some point.
“I’ll need my tongue for later,” he said.
Before Kagome could send a playful question his way, he was nuzzling his face into her neck again. She busied her hands with stroking his ears while he moved to her chest. From what Kagome felt, he really enjoyed playing with the flesh there, leaning awkwardly on his elbows to cup both breasts, squeezing and fondling—measuring their weight and watching the pliant skin shape around his fingers.
“Oh yes, he’s male all right,” she thought whimsically.
She shifted under him when he brushed his thumbs over pebbled flash, and squeaked when he replaced one thumb with his tongue and lips. Her attentions to his ears ceased when he did the same to the other, kissing and sucking firmly. He drug his tongue down from there, to her ribcage, kissing her at the very tip of her breastbone. Kagome bit her lip when he continued down. He dipped his tongue into her naval and she squirmed away from him, exhaling in a sharp note. He smirked and continued down her belly when she squeezed his shoulder to stop him.
“Wait! What are you…”
He looked back to her flushed face, embarrassed and nervous. Despite her question, she knew exactly what her silvery-haired hanyou was doing. He squeezed his palms against her hip.
“You’ll like it,” he assured her with a false confidence that did little to conceal his sudden embarrassment.
“Hey, I wanna do that to you, too,” he looked away for a second, rubbing the pads of his thumbs over her hips more to soothe himself than the lovely Miko below him. His eyes drifted down to where she clamped her legs shut, her hips twisted awkwardly away from him. He breathed a little deeper and caught her nervous brown eyes once again. His eyes were soft, unconsciously conveying to Kagome his desire to at least see her opened up to him.
Kagome swallowed, her only reply was the way she dropped her head back and bit her lip. Inuyasha nodded to himself. He slid both hands to her knees, guiding them open. Of course, he had seen her—and even Sango—naked many times, mostly unintentional glimpses that ended with him face down in the dirt, so he knew what a woman looked like, overall, but this was certainly new. Kagome had allowed—even encouraged—him to look more recently, but this was actually the first time he had seen her fully, in this vulnerable state. He knew what she felt like—the thought reminded his body that a separate piece of himself that was quickly readying to feel her again—knew this part as well as the hand skimming down the soft skin of her inner thigh. His heart was racing as he bent one of her knees to kiss the inside of it.
She exhaled sharply when his opposite hand’s fingertips brushed down through dark curls to the moist center. Inuyasha’s eyes shot back to Kagome’s upturned face at the sound. He had barely touched her, but it was enough to remind him of an odd problem he had. He pulled his hand away to stare at the sharp talons attached to the end of each finger. He tapped the claws against his hand. Would that bother her if he only got to use his fingers once a month..? It would bother the hell out of him, that was for sure. It was his intention to pleasure her with his mouth, but he definitely wanted to see…
A possible solution smacked him over the head when Kagome shifted slightly, obviously starting to feel uncomfortable. He kissed her leg as he mulled over the solution he’d thought of. He had never tried that before, and with good reason.
Kagome’s eyes snapped open at a horrifying cracking sound. It was followed immediately by a series of crunches, like a dog gnawing on a bone. She sat up halfway, staring wide-eyed at her husband—the obvious source of the sound.
“What. Are. You. Doing?!”
Inuyasha echoed her horrified expression as he pulled his fingers away from his mouth. An odd squawk came out of his open mouth as he tried to explain.
“Uh—I—uh, uhh…” he held his hand back up looking from his hand and back to her several times, hoping she would get the gist and he would have to explain aloud. The thumb and first two claws on his right hand were missing the majority of the claw past his fingertips. When she started blankly back, he swallowed down what he could of his distress and continued trying to spell it out for her.
“I… c-claws are—I didn’t think that...they’re not the best idea for—I know I said I wanted to—but first I wanted to see...what—uh—when I…dammit…” He stared back at his hand. That was it. He’d made a complete fool of himself. He ruined the moment. Why didn’t he realize how weird it was for him to be fucking chewing on his claws during something like this?
“Since you’ve got most of them off already…i-it’s okay for right now…but you don’t have to.”
“Uh…” was all he could manage as Kagome flopped onto her back, covering her face with her hands. He gulped and stuck the last two claws between his teeth just to be safe. He saw her whole body cringe at the sound.
“Sorry about that,” he apologized, kissing her knee.
“Don’t say sorry,” she said, lifting her hands from her face, “you’ve said it like three times in the past five minutes, it’s not like you.”
When she saw that his ears were flattened down, she sent a smile his way and reached out to poke his knee with her toe. He looked down bewilderedly at her foot for a second. The slightest of smiles perched itself on his mouth and he grasped her ankle, pushing it back to bend at the knee like the other leg. He scooted a bit further and kissed her belly again, hands on her legs for leverage. He dipped his tongue into her navel excepting her to gasp and squirm, but this she giggled and squirmed away from him.
“You really like that, huh?” he asked with a smirk. He wrapped his clawed hand around her thigh.
“No,” she replied, trying not to smile.
“Liar.”
She was ticklish, that could be fun. He decided to try and remember that. His clawless hand slipped between the two of them, rubbing circles and feeling around before sliding one finger inside her. He sat up so he could look at her properly, pushing one leg further open with his left hand. She bit her lip but didn’t lift her gaze from his face. His own gaze was focused entirely on where his hand was as he pushed a second finger inside. He spread his fingers within her before drawing them out. He smirked, kissing her knee. He then drew his fingers over the length of her intimate flesh. She shuddered. He had allowed enough time for the moisture to cool a bit. He pushed those two fingers back inside, curling and spreading them, making his wife squirm. He probably wouldn’t show so much interest if he’d been raised around adult magazines and videos like the boys from her era.
He pressed his left hand to her belly when she jerked a bit more violently with his play. He pulled his right hand away, leaning down to replace that hand with his mouth. He felt her legs tense and he tightened his grip around them before tentatively testing the waters as she had done with one hesitant lick. He curled his tongue in his mouth for a moment, then drew it over her again. She didn’t taste like candy, but it wasn’t terrible either. He wondered what to do for a second, before deciding it didn’t matter, so long as he was doing something to try and get a rise out of her. She had done this to him really well, and she didn’t know what she was doing, right?
If it weren’t for Inuyasha holding her legs in place, she would be squirming under him quite a bit. The weirdness factor was still there, but she actually liked the feel of his tongue more than his fingers. He was just teasing the outer flesh, at first. He pushed his tongue inside once, and that made her try to arch her back—if it weren’t for her husband’s hand holding her hips down. His tongue wouldn’t reach far, so he went back to leaving open kisses and licking her. He pressed his tongue a little higher once, and Kagome couldn’t help herself.
“Stay there,” she said with loud exhale. Inuyasha’s ears twitched at the sound. He pressed his tongue firmly as he drew it over all of her, including the top—which made the little Miko’s body tense. He pulled away for a second and a surprisingly unhappy noise from his wife was directed down to him. Of course, he had every intention of coming back there and with two clawless fingers; he replaced his tongue, rubbing in circles. Kagome let out a shaky breath. He glanced up at her—not missing the way her hands had begun to twist into the hakama under her. She was looking away from him, but the flush of her skin and the way her body moved when she breathed…
He blinked the sudden blur from his eyes. He returned to using his mouth. He did feel a little something under his tongue that made her excited, so he focused his attention there, intermittedly, sucking and lapping at that little whatever the hell it was. He raked his clawless fingers through her hair. She had used both hands on him after all; he might as well try to give her as much stimulation as he could offer with just the one clawless hand.
“Let go…” she panted. “Please…”
Inuyasha realized just how much pressure he’d been using to hold her down with her request. The last thing he wanted was to leave marks on her skin from keeping her still. He was preventing her from moving entirely, and while he had remained still for her, he also knew that was unpleasant. At least he wouldn’t risk choking if she moved. His hand remained on her right hip, but just barely.
And she was moving, just barely. Her slight squirming didn’t throw him off that much. He would pause briefly, then continue on with quicker lapping. She lifted herself off the floor slightly once when he suckled the little thing, and Inuyasha heard the words ‘oh my god,’ leave her lips in a breathy whisper. That was interesting.
He lapped at her a bit more, and pushed his fingers within her a bit deeper. She rose up a second time, this time repeating those words a bit louder. She did this a third time, repeating the words several times over. Inuyasha’s ears flicked when those words broke into random syllables and he heard bits of his name thrown in. Her body tensed and she lifted up again, this time nothing more than a high pitched moan that got cut off when she slapped a hand over her mouth. Inuyasha wanted to look at her face—part of him throbbing and begging to for him to look—but it was hard from this angle, and he certainly didn’t want to risk stopping. Her body was quivering for several seconds.
“St—op!” She gasped when the quivering had only just begun to lessen. Inuyasha pulled back to look at her again. Her breathing was ragged as Inuyasha pulled himself over top of her. His body barely made contact with hers as he let her catch her breath. She looked so cute with glassy eyes and hair beginning to stick to her face.
‘That was definitely—’Kagome began to think.
“I have goosebumps,” she casually relayed. Inuyasha rubbed a hand over her arm. She certainly shouldn’t be cold so…
“You do,” he agreed with the slightest of smirks.
Kagome giggled. She reached up to cross lace her fingers behind her husband’s neck. He chuckled. Kagome’s eyes trailed down his body until…how could he be ready? It couldn’t have been five minutes…was that a demon thing, or was the twenty minutes recovery time she’d been told about just something that had been averaged out?
Well, it wasn’t something she was going to complain about. With her grip secure, she lifted one leg to rub over his, encouraging him to get started. He looked away from her for a second, his gaze naturally falling on her breasts, before returning to her face.
“You said something about…being on top?”
Kagome blinked.
“Ah, I did, didn’t I? You remembered that?”
“Of course I did,” Inuyasha replied without thinking. He immediately regretted his eager tone, he didn’t want her to think he was a total pervert—even if that thought crossed his mind about a hundred times since she’d said it.
“So you want to…”
“Do I just lay on my back or—” his tone was even more excited now.
‘Fuck,’ he swore. He’d just said he wasn’t a pervert. Why did he have to sound so damned enthusiastic?!
Kagome looked away embarrassedly. She nodded. Inuyasha swallowed, and slowly—not overzealously—lifted himself off his wife. He lay beside her, and she sat up to lean over him. She looked nervous, though. She chewed her lip and it was starting to make Inuyasha nervous as well, though he couldn’t determine why she was nervous in the first place. Hadn’t she been the one to declare she’d be on top for their next time? That wouldn’t do.
He reached under her arms and drug her closer to his body.
“I wanna kiss you,” he said. He didn’t know why he was saying that. It wasn’t a lie but it wasn’t exactly a normal thing for him to say either. It did have the desired effect, however, bringing a smile to the lovely girl’s lips. She leaned over the rest of the way and kissed him sweetly. She went to pull away and Inuyasha licked her lip in play, earning a stupid-sounding—adorable—laugh from her. She raised an eyebrow at him before shaking her head. She then stood on her knees and threw a leg over him, coming to straddle his belly. She kissed his forehead, his cheek, his nose and…not that he didn’t like being kissed, but she was sitting directly above a little piece of him begging to—
What the hell was wrong with him? Screw that. He had a gorgeous young woman sitting on him, showing him that she loved him, kissing his face and letting him stroke through her soft hair and fondle her breast and—when had he started doing that?
Kagome giggled when she sat up, tapping Inuyasha’s hand for him to release her hair. She let the hand on her breast stay a few seconds more, squeezing her own hand over his until she gently pulled it away. She took a deep breath and moved lower on his body—taking note of the groan when she passed over the stiff bit of him. She stood on her knees and tried to get her body positioned properly. She set he hands on his chest and—
—She looked up at Inuyasha, and that only embarrassed her more. He held a somewhat confused expression. She squeaked, looking down to the ‘intended target’. She tried to calm herself, gently gripping him, and raising herself up again. This time she made sure she was aligned and slowly came down over him.
She felt his hands on her ribs and she looked up to him looking back at her. Just looking at her. She couldn’t tell from his face what he was thinking, he was just staring. Kagome blushed brightly. She began to tremble from embarrassment.
“I can’t do this,” she whined and curled over him, “I don’t actually know what to do.”
Taking this as a serious concern, Inuyasha slid his hands down her sides to rest under her rump.
“I think I do,” he muttered, more to himself. Kagome exhaled sharply when he slowly lifted her up and she squeaked when he lowered her back down. She stared down to him to find that he was no longer meeting her gaze, but instead tipping his head to look between their bodies. Kagome pinched her eyes shut when he repeated the action.
“Okay, Okay! I know what to do, just let me—” she shifted her legs a bit, “get into a more comfortable position or something.”
He blinked, vocalizing a resounding “huh?” when he met her eyes, as if he hadn’t heard a word. Her face couldn’t be redder as she adjusted her legs and hesitantly laid her hands on the center of his chest. She copied the motions Inuyasha had tried, slowly, trying to figure it out for herself. Slowly she figured out the if she leaned and moved just right—and Inuyasha seemed to enjoy that too, his breath hitching just before hers would catch as well.
Inuyasha’s hands rubbed down her legs to grip her knees. He raised himself up often, biting his cheek and watching her through squinted eyes. Every time, it threw her equilibrium off, leaning most of her weight onto her hands, but it also made her gasp.
“You can’t keep going that slow,” he said at one point, with his voice raspy from breathing heavily for so long. Kagome wasn’t entirely sure she either heard him over the pulse in her ears or read his lips through squinted eyes, but she knew what he’d said. She tried shifting herself into a better position, but she didn’t get enough time as Inuyasha lifted one hand to the back of her neck and pulled her against his chest. He wrapped the other around her back and rolled them over.
“Next time, for sure,” The hanyou man promised when she opened her mouth to protest. A mouth that was soon engaged in a fierce kiss with Inuyasha’s. He pulled away from the breathless woman and untucked his arms from under her.
“At least…” she panted, reaching up to grip his neck and shoulder, “give me a chance.”
He cleared his throat and nodded with an affirmative, “I will.”
Kagome bit her lip with a loud whine when Inuyasha found it easy to start up again. She started to tip her hips up as she had the last time, digging her heels in. Inuyasha found great pleasure in how she tilted her head back when she arched against him. When she tilted her head down again her eyes stayed open. She had no idea how much he enjoyed having her eyes on him in their current engagement. He’d tell himself it wasn’t just this, and he’d hope after what she’d done for him that he wouldn’t act skittish without his clothes.
He splayed his clawless hand over her belly, pressing into it. She did like that, but he had a feeling she might like something else, as well. He pressed his fingertips down just above where they were connected, rubbing circles and trying to find that little bit of firm flesh. He paused when he had trouble, feeling like an idiot. A small hand ghosted over his to assist just as he figured out how to rub it in this position and her hand flew up to her chest, balling into a fist as Kagome’s eyes squeezed shut.
It was awkward, leaning all his weight onto one arm, but not difficult, and definitely not annoying as a barely audible ‘oh my god’ changed into a louder moan on the last syllable. What was annoying was when the little Miko slapped a hand over her mouth to muffle the following sounds. He lifted his body more upright and grabbed ahold of her wrist, pushing it down above her head and leaning back over her. When he caught her surprised gaze, he whispered to her.
“Oi, don’t cover your mouth.” He released her arm and rested his hand back beside her ribs. Her surprise had dulled some of the pleasure, so she put more effort into her own motions, gripping her husband’s arm. She raised herself onto her toes and heard Inuyasha growl. She jerked and gasped when she felt herself getting closer to her peak again. Inuyasha’s ears flicked when he heard the quiet start to the string of ‘oh my god’s and broken bits of his name.
He changed nothing about what he was doing, trying to get her off before him. Third time’s the charm, it would seem, as it counts for outlasting his wife. She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut, digging her nails into Inuyasha’s arm and twisting her fingers in his hair. Inuyasha realized that her entire body that was tensing up, not just the grip of her hands. She was so tight! He would never think of himself as a masochist, but he loved the way her blunt human nails dug into his skin hard enough to hurt.
“Inuya—” she was cut off by her own orgasm, the last syllable ending in a sharp squeak, and a silent scream as she twisted her head to the side.
“Damn,” Inuyasha breathed. The most intense of sensations almost surprised him a second later his own body tensed and his pace faltered with a growl until he went completely still. All the strength—demonic or no—seemed to drain from his left arm. He quickly pulled his right hand from between he and his wife to slap it down before he had the chance to fall on her. His arms quivered, and his breath was ragged, but hearing the same roughness to Kagome’s breath brought a smile to his face. He opened his eyes to peer down at her when her hand slid limply away from his shoulder. He chuckled, seeing how even with half opened eyes it took her a second to notice his gaze. She returned his chuckle.
Satisfied with the pleasant acknowledgements, and with his arms quivering dangerously, he tipped his body to one side coming to rest on his stomach beside her. He rubbed his thumb over her arm.
“You got goosebumps again.”
“I did,” she acknowledged. They lay there for about a minute more, catching their breath. Kagome then pulled into a long stretch, waking the muscles that had gone limp. She wiped the moisture from an eye—difficult with Inuyasha’s arm still thrown over her. Somehow, she didn’t feel as tired as she thought she might. A very odd concern found the core of her thoughts suddenly.