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Sesshomaru walked through the forest, this time alone. He had left Lin and Jaken sheltered while he investigated the small trail of Naraku he had managed to detect.
"Damn," he muttered. He had to admit it, the son of a bitch knew how to go unnoticed. Even with his keen sense of smell, he couldn't find the dark-haired man, and his patience was running out. More than a month had passed since the day Naraku mocked him and hurt his pride. He clenched his fists as he remembered that fight; he couldn't understand how Inuyasha had become so strong.
A strange noise interrupted his thoughts, and that evil scent he knew so well intensified, paralyzing him. Why would Naraku let himself be found so easily? Could it be that he had fallen into a trap?
Slowly, he approached what looked like a small lake, and there he was, sitting on the edge with his feet in the water. It was the first time I'd seen him so calm, so I took the opportunity to observe him better. His pale complexion seemed to glow under the full moon, his long hair danced in the silky wind, and the black kimono he was wearing fell to his elbows, exposing the spider-shaped scar.
Sesshomaru's heart began to race. He wanted to see more, he wanted to bury his nose in that neck and inhale that fragrance that seemed aphrodisiac.
"What's wrong, Sesshomaru? Aren't you going to attack me?" he said loudly so he could hear. He turned his head and glared at him haughtily.
"Shit..." He was so stupid. It took him a long time to act, and they found him. Reluctantly, he came out of hiding without lowering his guard. He didn't know what trick Naraku might use to catch him.
"Why so stiff? I know I tried to absorb you and all, but we have to leave the past behind, don't you think?" he whispered seductively, lowering the sleeves of his kimono even further, which now rested on his wrists, exposing a waist where his hands would fit perfectly.
"So you lured me here, what do you want from me?" With great speed, he positioned himself next to the half-demon but didn't attack him. he had to admit that Naraku kneeling between his legs was an image that ignited something in his body.
"I've had my eyes on you for a while, and I think you know it." As he spoke, he shifted more comfortably beneath the demon. His face was right in front of that pelvis that called him. The gray-haired man didn't take his eyes off him, and his breathing became ragged. "I know I misbehaved with you, Sesshomaru. Let me reward you." he placed his hands on his long legs, waiting for an answer.
The demon was confused. On the one hand, this was the perfect opportunity to complete his revenge once and for all. However, contradicting his mental commands, he untied his armor and threw it to the ground. He also discarded his obi (kimono belt) along with his swords, ready for what was about to happen. He nodded, and Naraku took that cue to begin. He finished opening the white kimono and caressed the firm abdomen as he pulled down the pants. Sesshomaru's member bounced upon release, just as the dark-haired man had fantasized. It was large and long, the tip was bright pink, and it was already dripping slightly.
Naraku rejoiced. Not just anyone could arouse someone as cold and aloof as Sesshomaru. He started slowly, rubbing up and down, trying to get some reaction, but it wasn't until he caught the glans between his lips that the demon made a sound, a hoarse moan that encouraged him to continue. He began to swallow it slowly, only reaching halfway before pulling out. The gray-haired man grew desperate, taking the strands of black hair in his hand and pushing his head down so that he could take it completely. Naraku didn't complain; on the contrary, he let Sesshomaru fuck his mouth however he wanted. He knew the man was dominant, but he liked it.
The movement of Sesshomaru's hips accelerated with time, giving him no respite. The head hit his throat, and the demon's nails dug into his scalp. Naraku moved his tongue in circles as if he wanted to memorize every vein. His mouth ached from the thrusts, but his moans sent vibrations through Sesshomaru's member. In an act of mercy, the gray-haired man pulled out for a moment so the raven-haired man could breathe, but not for long. A minute later, he thrusted back in, harder and more desperate. To hasten his climax, Naraku massaged his heavy testicles with one hand, using the other to scratch his inner thigh.
"Shit, Naraku, almost there, ahh~" His legs trembled, and with one last moan, he came into the half-demon's throat, who swallowed every last drop.
Naraku gasped in a desperate breath, raised his head, and saw the mess that was Sesshomaru: sweaty, flushed, and with eyes full of lust. "You see, Sesshomaru? I can be very good when I want to." The hand pulling his hair withdrew only to push him off his shoulders and lie him down on the floor. The demon threw himself at him to kiss him. For a second, he thought he was going to devour him, from the way his sharp teeth grazed his lips, drawing a little blood. Then he focused on running his tongue along the inside of his mouth, while Naraku took the opportunity to touch his back.
Slowly, Sesshomaru's kisses descended over his jaw, his neck, and reached his nipples, leaving marks wherever they passed. Each touch was violent; the way he bit and sucked his skin created a pleasurable pain. His hand went to the dark-haired man's throat, where he squeezed hard enough to make it difficult for him to breathe, making the boy dizzy.
"God, Sesshomaru," Naraku moaned. He felt a raspy tongue pass over his abdomen to reach his pelvis. However, the demon wanted to torture him a little, so he skipped that area and settled on the raven-haired man's thighs, where he kneaded and kissed.
"Sesshomaru, please..." the man begged, the rough tongue wetting the juncture between his thigh and his crotch. He wanted to hear him beg for the pleasure he could give him. The raven-haired man was going to take advantage of this opportunity for a little revenge.
"Come on, Sesshomaru, please, I can't take it anymore!" he whimpered, rocking his hips to get some friction.
"Calm down," the demon murmured, giving in to the raven-haired man. He licked along the length of his member until he reached the tip and watched the look of pleasure he made on his face. He repeated the action a couple of times as Naraku's moans intensified. He used his knees to further separate the half-demon's legs, stretching the skin with his hand while his tongue slid over Naraku's entrance.
"Oh god! Sesshomaru, more please!" Sesshomaru applied pressure and slid his tongue into that tight hole, mimicking thrusts as he pulled it out and thrust back in. Aware it wouldn't be enough to fit his member, but he knew Naraku and how much he enjoyed pain.
Thanks to his supernatural strength, Sesshomaru flipped Naraku over, leaving him face down. The dark-haired man lifted his hips, inviting the demon. "Come on, Sesshomaru, hurry up," he said, shaking his butt. "Are you that desperate?" A mocking smile spread across his face. Who would have thought the feared demon Naraku would be so submissive in bed?
"Relax... or it's going to hurt more than necessary," he warned. Naraku trembled in anticipation, taking a deep breath as he felt Sesshomaru's penis press against his anus, stretching him. "sh-shit..." He tried to stifle his moans, but it was in vain. The demon entered him slowly, inch by inch. Naraku's vision blurred with pleasure, combined with the burning sensation inside him due to the lack of lubricant.
"Damn Naraku... you're so tight." Sesshomaru lost control and thrust hard, drawing a cry from the half-demon. Blinded by lust, he began to move, not giving him a chance to adjust, his rhythm fast and strong, going deeper each time he penetrated.
“It hurts... you are so big," suddenly the pain turned into pleasure when Sesshomaru hit his g-spot preventing him from forming a coherent sentence. "Ah ah se-sessho," he couldn't even pronounce his name, feeling so full.
"What's wrong? Too much for you?" He loved watching Naraku writhe in pleasure. He took the hand he had on his waist to grab strands of black hair again and pull them back. He could see Naraku's expression: his eyes were rolled back, his face completely red, his mouth open to release those obscene sounds along with saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth, and a layer of sweat covered his face. "God, I wish I had my other arm to grab his ass," Sesshomaru thought.
Sesshomaru felt the heat in his body increase. Naraku was squeezing him so tightly it drove him crazy. His movements became clumsy due to his desperation to realese himself. The half-demon was the same, so he began to masturbate, seeking climax.
"I'm here, ah ah, close, Naraku, ahh," he announced between moans.
"Ah-ah-inside p-please," he begged, speeding up his hand.
With a strong and precise thrust that hit the pleasurable spot, Naraku achieved his long-awaited orgasm with a cry. "Ahh! Sesshomaru, my god! Ohh!" As he contracted, he squeezed Sesshomaru's member, pushing him to his climax, who unloaded inside him.
"N-Naraku... shit."
They both stood there for a few minutes catching their breath, before Sesshomaru finally pulled out of him and collapsed beside him. Naraku didn't know what to do; knowing the demon, he thought he was going to leave and pretend this never happened, which was why he was surprised when he felt a hand caress his face. He opened his eyes to see the gray-haired man extend his kimono to cover them, then leaned even closer, so close that their arms were touching. Naraku decided to try his luck and rested his head on Sesshomaru's shoulder.
"Who would have thought you were so affectionate?" he said with a laugh, placing his hand on the demon's chest. "Don't get used to it," he replied, but he knew it wasn't true; this was going to happen again.