|Talon (talonsage) wrote in puppy_and_monk,|
@ 2008-03-28 01:46:00
|Entry tags:||la, modern day miroku and inuyasha, role play|
Continuing...a little more snippet...
He needs sake now. His sake and his pipe. Not the ganja pipe. No, it clashed with the taste of sake. He wanted his tobacco pipe. He picked up the habit and the piece about a hundred years previous and he found he liked it. Almost as much as sake. Not as much as sex. Oh. He had a horrible realization. "You hid my tobacco, too. Didn't you?"
He gives him a very innocent puppy look. "Now why would you think that of me...Daddy?"
"Maybe those nicotine patches gave you away?" Those damnable things. He points at them, "I know it's because you love me, and as thrilling as that is, I am not quitting."
He does his best to keep his innocent, wide eyed look, but he can't help it, and he snickers. "You should see your face when you say nicotine patches. You look like you ate rancid grease."
"I would rather eat rancid cheese. As you know, 'Yasha." He huffs and puts his hands on his hips. Then he notices something very, er, noticeable. He grins. "I will not do anything for you- down there- until I get my sake and pipe."
He pouts. "You are no fun. I told you, I hid them so you could make me find them. Not by threatening my poor erection. What did he ever do to you?" He folds his arms. "The sake I hid for fun, the pipe out of self defense. You gonna ask me to fetch your slippers next?"
"Only if you bend over." He slaps his ass as he walks around looking. "So you want to find them?" He grins lecherously. By all means my love." He nips his ear. "By all means..."
He yelps slightly, bending a little at the waist. "You're gonna have to do better 'n that..." He smirks a little. "I'm a bad puppy. Very disobedient. Very willful. Besides, it's six in the morning. What kind of drunk needs sake at six am?" He knows exactly what kind of drunk.
"The kind that needs a good..." He leers. "You want to make me do it, don't you? You can't help it. You have to drive me to it." He grabs him by the hair and sit so he can put him over his knee. "Beg for it." He puts his tongue on his middle finger and rubs his ass. Inuyasha's cock is caught between Miroku's thighs and the beads wrapped around his wrist turn over his skin. "Beg, boy..."
He groans. He didn't need to wear the beads anymore, but he does, frequently. As he reminds Inuyasha frequently, he's still a monk. And he's still a dog. Well half a dog anyway. And a son. And lover and...um...cock between bare thighs. He swallows. "Please...I did a bad thing...Daddy..."
"Yes... you did!" He nearly doe sit, nearly spanks him. But no. He stops and rubs his butt, right where he always imagined his tail might be, at the bone. "How bad?" He rubs and rubs. "Tell Daddy what a bad boy you are. Tell him everything, too." He learned it from Kouga. "You need to be honest with your Daddy so he can give you what you need."
He pants, pushing into the rubbing just a little bit. "I took something that wasn't mine and I hid it. For a joke. I took your sake." That I bought you...very expensive, very fine sake...gods only for you Miroku..."I hid it. So you couldn't find it. So you'd make me find it. Like..." He shifts a bit, blushing. It was so embarrassing. He never...and never means NEVER ever shared this with another lover. Not even his brother. Only Daddy knew...only Daddy knew how he liked the collar and leash and being a naughty puppy sometimes. In five or so hundred years you get a bit...freer with your personal kinks.
"Like...?" Oh. He chuckles. "I know what you mean." He gives his rump one loud SMACK and pushes him up. "I know what my boy needs." He grins. "Fetch your collar and leash so you can go for a walk!"
He gets up, still blushing, and the hand print blushing on his ass. The collar and leash wasn't in their playroom, but in the bedroom...on Miroku's side of the bed, in the drawer of his table. The collar was leather and thick, wide with an engraved nameplate in it and the leash was braided leather from the same cow. Specially made. A gift. He carries them over to Miroku and kneels down again, hands planted on the floor, between his spread knees, ears at roughly half mast.
"You will be a good boy, right Inuyasha?" He puts his collar around his neck. "Be a good puppy. Speak for me." He whistles and snaps his fingers.
He makes a soft, yipping sound. With anyone else...it would be degrading. Not with Miroku. Never.
"Oh, what a GOOD BOY!" He scratches his ears and pets his head. "You aren't one of those dogs who sniffs at people's crotches, are you?"
He looks up and grins, pushing his nose into Miroku's crotch and snuffling.
"Ooooohh! That's a naughty puppy! But I can let that slide, just once." He steps aside and snaps is fingers again. "Does my puppy know where my sake and pipe are?"
He flicks his ears and shakes his head slightly, but acts as though it's an itchy ear, scratching with his hind foot and whining slightly.
"Oh, boy. You have to focus." He whistles. "Where's the booze. Speak, boy!" He clicks and whistles. "Is it in the living room?"
He licks his hand and nudges the leash, whining. You promised a walk. You said the word that you said...I got the leash...leash put it on put it on put it on...
"Oh." He smacks himself in the forehead and puts the leash on. "Let's go for a walk, boy. You deserve it." He moves briskly around the room. "Come on, boy. Come on!"
That's better and he follows on all fours, nipping once in awhile and poking his now cold nose into Miroku's butt as soon as the opportunity presents itself.
Oh! He really is like a puppy when he does this. A sexy, slinky boy-dog who needs to have his ass... Oh wait. Not yet. He clears his throat. "You are such a good, good boy." He runs his hand down his back, loving the way his spine moves as if he is wagging a tail.
He arches into the petting. After five centuries the scars and wounds that plagued him for more than half of one century are little more than silver lines. Some thicker and deeper, and they itch from time to time, sometimes as much as aching, but right now he feels nothing but the warm touch of his...okay...yes...right now his...fuck he blushes to even think it...master. He looks up with big, adoring puppy eyes.
"You are such a beautiful puppy." He lingers on the base of his "tail." "My perfect puppy. I love to show you off." He can't get over how lithe he is. Oh, gods, he moves so beautifully. He can't wait to... he really can't..... "Puppy, sit for me?"
Obediently he plants his butt on the floor, crouching like he can, hands in front of his feet. Damn he wished he had a tail. Instead he flicks his ears for...him.