Love Potion

Chapter 4

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.