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A healthy body has needs that can’t always be satisfied alone. It doesn’t happen often, but sometimes the need gets strong enough to be distracting. Iruka knows the best way to deal with it is to just get laid, but it’s still hard to work the time into his busy life. His deliberately busy life.
There are three bars in Konoha where unattached shinobi can go to find others with which to relieve that kind of need. ANBU keep a close eye on these places, because seduction is an ancient and time-honored infiltration technique. Only chuunin-rank or higher Konoha shinobi are allowed entry. No civilians. No visiting nin. They’re not whore-houses, just pick-up joints.
Iruka hasn’t been to the Sleepy Owl in more than a year. Not since before Naruto went off with Jiraiya-sama for training. But one night in the middle of the week, Iruka finds himself seated at the scuffed bar, a big foamy mug of beer in front of him and his head bent over it. He’s feeling nervous and a little ashamed. He doesn’t like casual sex much. It sates the body’s need, yes, but the loneliness is always that much harder to bear later.
The place is half-full of shinobi even at this early hour. He recognizes quite a few faces, though, to his relief, he doesn’t see anyone he knows personally. Yet. He does work the Mission Room, after all. It’s vaguely embarrassing to see these people out of context even though he knows they have the same kinds of needs as he has. It’s just… well… it’s hard to admit you’re so alone you have to come to this place to do something about it. Hard for him, anyway.
Iruka takes a sip of beer. He’s only been here about ten minutes, but already he wonders if he should just go home as soon as he finishes his drink. This isn’t really where he wants to be, he tells himself. Class starts early in the morning after all. He has lesson scrolls to grade. And a pop quiz to plan, he adds to the argument with his body’s need. He’s almost ready to stand and just leave his beer behind when someone takes the stool next to his. He glances at the other person and bites back a surge of annoyance.
Hatake Kakashi.
“Master, sake please,” the jounin says quietly to the bar owner, a battered old ninja missing his left ear whose close-cropped scalp is covered with what look like bite marks. The man nods in acknowledgement of the order and turns to his stock. He has three fingers on his left hand, but he’s still deft with the bottles and it’s rumored he wields a wicked bar-towel when things get out of hand in his place. Iruka would rather not find out.
“Interesting to find you in here this evening, sensei,” Kakashi says to Iruka with a glance his way.
Iruka lifts his beer, controlling a brief urge to pour it over the jounin’s head, and takes another gulp.
“Everyone has needs, Kakashi-san,” he says after he’s swallowed. He’s never felt at ease around the other man. Not since the chuunin nominations. Not even when Kakashi started giving him news of Naruto as he turned in mission reports.
“True,” the other man says, nodding his thanks to the bartender as a cup and bottle are set before him. Kakashi pours his own sake. “But for some reason I thought the Bird might be more your kind of place.”
Iruka doesn’t flush, though his annoyance rises more. The Singing Bird is the bar for those who prefer only the opposite sex. The Dancing Mouse is for ones who prefer the same only. The Owl is for those who don’t have a strong preference either way. It is widely understood that the Owl is the more popular of the three. Life is short as shinobi, and most are fairly adaptable after all.
“Strange. I thought the same of you,” Iruka says before taking a deeper draft of his beer. He’s more than halfway through it now. When he finishes it, he’ll go home, he promises himself. He’s really not in the mood to be here anymore now.
Kakashi has turned and is looking at him though, and Iruka meets his one-eyed examination steadily.
“Did you now?” Kakashi says, sounding faintly amused. Iruka just shrugs. Honestly, he hadn’t given the jounin’s preferences any thought before now, but Kakashi’s assumption had rankled a bit for its implications. He well knows most jounin think he’s a pain in the ass because he insists that their mission reports be legible and complete before he will accept them – and they don’t get paid until he accepts them –, but that doesn’t mean he’s completely predictable and inflexible in the rest of his life too.
“But you’re here and so am I,” Kakashi says mildly, lifting his sake cup. Iruka wonders for a moment if he intends to drink through his mask, but the other man reaches up and slips the mask down to his chin as he lifts the cup to his mouth. His skin is pale because of the mask, but his face is nothing remarkable. A little lean, but just a regular face. Iruka is briefly amused for Naruto’s sake. A few years back, he’d listened to more than a week of Naruto’s endless frustrated complaints about how he and his team had uselessly tried to get a look at their jounin-sensei’s face after all. Iruka turns back to his beer, a rueful smile on his lips. Poor Naruto. He’ll be so disappointed to find out Kakashi doesn’t have those rabbit-teeth he thought he had.
“That’s amusing?” Kakashi says, and Iruka gives a short laugh at his own thoughts. He takes another drink of beer. Feels a slight spin in his head and wonders if he should have had some dinner before coming here first.
“No, just thinking about something else,” Iruka says, fond smile lingering on his lips.
Kakashi’s visible brow lifts at once and Iruka realizes with a little pulse of embarrassment that he’s just admitted he’s not really paying attention to the other man. Who may actually be trying to pick him up, he realizes in another sudden flash.
“Oh, well, yes this is that kind of place isn’t it?” he says to his beer, then looks directly at the other man. “I prefer to bottom, but I will top if you want.”
Kakashi actually blinks, his eye a little wider than normal. Iruka turns away and drains the rest of his beer in one pull. He’s feeling decidedly light-headed now. Did he even have lunch today? Hm. No, that’s right he missed it. He’d spent it lecturing three of his worst students about their piss-poor performance on the last test. Thus why he really needs to get home and write out a pop quiz. And maybe find some food too. His stomach is swimming with beer.
Kakashi is still watching him, his sake cup half-empty and dangling loosely between his fingers. Iruka looks over at him, gives a shrug for the jounin’s continued silence, and slides off his stool.
“Well, I guess I’ll go home now,” he says, digging into his pocket for the coins to cover the price of his beer. He places them on the bar and moves away after nodding at the bartender. “Have a pleasant evening, Kakashi-san.” Then he walks out of the bar.
On the way home, he picks up a few sticks of yakitori from a street cart. He devours them on the spot. It doesn’t make his head stop spinning, but at least his stomach feels less sloshy. He’s sort of enjoying the light buzz he has at the moment. He rarely lets himself drink on school nights anymore. The cart owner smiles at him, a pretty young woman with a cheerful yellow kerchief over her dark hair and a wedding ring on her finger, and asks him if he wants more. He has one more stick because her smile is so bright, then leaves with a wave and a genuine thank you.
Iruka drops into a convenience store and picks up a tub of cherry yogurt and some edamame. He needs to do some real shopping for the rest of the week, he knows, but he’s not in the mood at the moment. He climbs the stairs to his apartment slowly, letting himself enjoy the night air for a change while digging his key out of his pocket. When he reaches his door he lifts his head to look at the far corner of the balcony that wraps around the top of the building.
“Ah, Kakashi-san,” he says eyeing the other shinobi cautiously. The mask is up again, of course, and he has both hands deep in his pockets as he leans against the railing. The single eye is fixed on Iruka intently. Waiting for him? Had he insulted the other man that much?
But “So that wasn’t an invitation?” Kakashi says quietly and Iruka flushes a little but doesn’t look away. Well, he had rather dropped his preferences like a bomb and then left without saying much else hadn’t he? He supposes that could be construed as an invitation. No, it pretty much had been an invitation. He just hadn’t thought the other would actually take him up on it. He eyes the other man thoughtfully as his flush fades and his pulse starts to run just a little bit faster.
“Yes, it was,” he says at last and opens his apartment door. He leaves it standing open and kicks off his sandals in the genkan. Then he steps up and pads across the floor to the small kitchen and puts the yogurt and edamame in the refrigerator. He hears the front door click closed and the lock turn. He turns around to find the jounin standing at the edge of the genkan, already barefoot.
It’s then that he remembers the other man is a big fan of Jiraiya-sama’s porn books. He frowns slightly.
“I’m really not into anything too wild, just so you know,” Iruka says a little defensively. Kakashi’s eye curves in a smile and his mouth shifts correspondingly beneath his mask. He has his hands in his pockets still and he’s slouched slightly, but all his attention, Iruka can sense, is fixed on him.
“Ah now, my only request is full nudity, sensei. Will that be too wild for you?”
Iruka barely hides his relief as he shakes his head. It’s a common request. It’s much harder to hide weapons on bare skin after all. Most shinobi prefer these kinds of encounters that way because of that very fact.
“And I would like to top you, sensei,” the other man continues, his voice lowering slightly. There’s an edge to his tone now that makes Iruka’s pulse leap again. His body is starting to heat, his nerves tingle with anticipation. “Since you prefer it that way.”
“Al-alright,” he agrees, his head spinning a little again even though his alcohol buzz has already started to fade. Kakashi takes a single step toward him and Iruka flushes, suddenly uneasy. He turns toward the bathroom, hand on the zipper of his vest, his head lowered a bit to hide his heated face.
“Let me…” he gestures toward the bathroom and Kakashi nods. “I won’t be long. Please make yourself at home.”
He shuts himself into the bathroom and leans his hands against the cool of the sink for a moment. He looks up into his own eyes in the spotted mirror and recognizes the signs of lust in his widened pupils, his flushed skin, his parted lips. It’s equal parts fear and need though right now. This is a jounin he’s going to sleep with in a few minutes. A famous genius. One he’s been less than cordial with over the years. It’s both flattering and daunting. He shakes his head and scolds himself firmly. He’s just a man too. Who may turn out to be a crappy lay - rank is no guarantee of skill here, as Iruka well knows. He snorts at himself for the unkind thought and starts to strip.
Once he’s naked, he gives himself a quick cleaning. Then he puts on his yukata and opens the door again.
Iruka is mildly surprised to find that Kakashi is still standing almost where he left him, with his hands in his pockets. He’s removed his vest, the weapon wrap from his right thigh and the bindings from his shins, but that’s all.
Kakashi’s gaze fixes on Iruka as soon as he emerges from the bathroom. Then with one hand, he strips his mask over his head, somehow leaving his forehead protector in place. His visible eye is a mild gray, Iruka discovers as he moves over to stand in front of the other man, not brown like his own. And his lips, Iruka notices, are neither too full, nor too thin, but they are a bit pale from lack of sun. There is the end of a deep vertical scar on the cheek beneath his covered eye. It must run right through the eye socket itself, Iruka thinks.
His gaze drifts back to the other’s mouth. Lingers. He wonders if the other man will still taste of sake. He wonders if he’ll find out. Some shinobi don’t like to kiss, though Iruka does. It’s been a long time since he’s kissed anyone. He misses it.
“Take your hair down,” Kakashi says quietly. Iruka glances away from his mouth and into his eye again.
Iruka’s pulse is throbbing in his throat now, his cock is starting to tent out his yukata and his breathing is no longer steady. He lifts his hands slowly, after a moment’s hesitation, and dares to trail the fingertips of one hand over Kakashi’s mouth in silent invitation as they rise past. The other’s lips twitch slightly at the touch but he doesn’t otherwise react. Iruka moves his hand away and reaches both of them back to release his hair from confinement. It falls around his face and he just lets the elastic band that held it fall to the ground behind him.
Before he can lower his arms, Kakashi’s gloved hands are cupping his face and smooth lips are nipping at his, urging them to open. Iruka makes a sound in his throat and opens his mouth eagerly to the sweep of Kakashi’s tongue. The kiss is warm and easy and skilled. The best he’s had in far too long. He groans slightly and lets his hands rest on the other man’s shoulders as he closes his eyes the better to feel Kakashi’s mouth against his own. He does taste of sake, but only faintly.
Iruka is ready to lean in and make this last, but Kakashi pulls back despite Iruka’s sound of protest. “Where’s the bed?” he asks quietly as he lets Iruka’s face go with a last nip at his lower lip and Iruka blinks his eyes open slowly against heavy lids.
“This way,” he says and turns to lead the way, letting a hand trail down across Kakashi’s chest. The jounin’s muscles are firm, but not bulging and overly hard. Kakashi clears his throat before he gets more than a few steps away and Iruka looks back at him. Kakashi strips off his gloves and drops them on the neat pile of bandages beside his vest. His shirt follows. Iruka swallows as he examines the lean, pale body revealed. Kakashi is scarred, but not excessively. Wounds are inevitable even for jounin, after all. But most are cleanly healed and seem to give him no trouble, Iruka can see. His muscles ripple easily beneath his skin.
Kakashi is pale though. Much paler than he is. It’s an interesting contrast to contemplate. Light on dark.
Iruka swallows a little harder than normal this time as his mouth seems dry. Maybe because he’s panting a bit. And the one eye watches him try to get his breathing under control for a moment before narrowing as Iruka’s hands go to the sash of his yukata. “Leave it,” Kakashi says, his voice low.
“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice hoarse, and Kakashi nods even as the jounin’s hands go to the waist of his own pants.
He strips himself naked in a few seconds, stepping out of his pants and underwear easily. Iruka’s gaze fastens on the jut of Kakashi’s hard cock. It is flushed and already glistening at the tip. He licks his lips and swallows again. It’s a nice cock. Not too long or too thin or otherwise strange in any way. He wants to get his hands on it. Very badly. But Kakashi is folding his pants and leaning down to set them beside the rest of his clothes. And then the jounin is straightening up and walking toward him, his cock bobbing between his thighs, while Iruka’s pulse is throbbing hard in his veins. He looks up when the other man draws close. Kakashi has only the one eye visible, but the intent look in it is enough to make his pulse stutter and then race.
He knows it’s some kind of statement, that the jounin is letting him stay clothed while the other is naked but he’s damned if it matters right now. Kakashi is all lean muscle and lithe motion. He’s dangerous and deliciously hot and Iruka can barely breathe through his need now. He closes his hands into fists at his sides to keep them from shaking. It’s been so long. And he’s never been very good at these kinds of casual encounters. He’s pretty sure he’s leaving a mess on the inside of his yukata from his own pre-come. But he doesn’t dare touch the other man. Not yet anyway, or he’ll embarrass himself.
With a soft groan, he turns and leads the way through the open door to his small bedroom. The room is dimly lit by the glow of the streetlight from the street below shining behind the closed blinds. He’s mildly amused when Kakashi slides the door closed behind them. His bedroom isn’t visible from the window of the main room, so the precaution seems a bit much.
But that amusement quickly fades into something far more eager and urgent again as Kakashi’s arm slides around his waist, pulling him back against the other’s body. Kakashi is warm and solid and his hand splays firmly across Iruka’s lower belly. Iruka is distracted by that rigid cock pressing tight against his butt, and the other hand now sliding between the folds of his yukata to find his own cock. He turns his head toward the other man’s face and his lips brush against a stubble-free cheek.
“Fast or slow?” he says a little breathlessly as Kakashi grips him.
“Slow,” Kakashi replies. “Very slow.” And the stroke he gives him is just that. Firm and easy from base to tip, and Iruka gasps, letting his eyes close again. Well, he did ask. He can’t complain now, even though his blood is racing in his veins and his lungs ache from his stilted breathing. He shifts himself against the other man, enjoying the feel of warmth and hardness and enveloping arms. And shifting his cock in Kakashi’s grasp too as the other keeps stroking him, slow and easy.
He slides his hands back and explores the other man’s thighs and butt. Finds firm muscle and sleek skin. Savors the feel of both. Kakashi doesn’t have much hair on his body, but then neither does Iruka.
Kakashi is still stroking his cock. Holding him close by the hand spread over his jerking belly. His hips are pushing against Iruka’s gently in time with his slow strokes, fanning the heat in Iruka higher with each slide of cock against his ass, the shift of the thin cotton of his yukata against his skin. He hears the low, eager sounds he’s making and doesn’t try to hold them back. He just grips Kakashi’s butt with both hands, pressing him in tighter on each push. It’s been far too long, his dazed mind notes. This feels much too good. And while he didn’t expect this kind of slow pace and obvious restraint from the jounin, he’s certainly not going to complain. Not when the other man’s hand seems to know just exactly how to stroke him. Not when the other man’s body feels so damn good rubbing against his back.
Kakashi’s mouth is working on his neck too. Lips and tongue stroking up beneath his ear and sucking on the lobe, making him quiver with the sensations. Moist heat and warm breath. His only complaint is that his own mouth is empty. He thinks he’d like to suck Kakashi’s cock. He says so.
Kakashi chuckles, the sound a rumble below Iruka’s ear. “Not yet, sensei,” he answers, his voice a low murmur as his thumb flicks across the slick slit of Iruka’s cock making him shudder and tremble. “Maybe later. After I’m done fucking you.”
Iruka moans and bites his lip to hold back a more desperate sound. Apparently when Kakashi says ‘top’ he means it. If he was feeling less needy that arrogance might annoy him, but right now it seems to be exactly what he wants.
“You have something handy?” Kakashi asks, lips against Iruka’s jaw. Iruka swallows hard.
“In the nightstand,” he says breathlessly, his knees threatening to give out. His cock is aching and taut from the slow strokes, leaking slickness all over Kakashi’s hand. And the sound of Kakashi stroking him is wet now. Hot and sticky and obscenely arousing. Oh yes. He moans softly. There’s lube next to the bed. Where he really wants to be right now. Kakashi smiles against his skin and he suddenly realizes he said that part out loud too.
“Whatever you say, sensei.” And Kakashi walks them forward a few steps until Iruka’s knee brushes the edge of the bed.
He’s expecting a push forward onto the mattress, or something like that, not the slow turn and the easing away of the warmth from behind him. There are lots of lingering touches and brushing fingertips as Kakashi shifts around and sits down on the bed. He puts Iruka between his spread knees, his hands framing Iruka’s hips in front of him.
The light-haired head tilts back. Iruka braces himself with his hands on Kakashi’s shoulders, feeling dazed and a little bereft. His cock jerks impatiently under his yukata. He looks down into the half-shrouded face and frowns.
“Do you have to wear that?” he asks quietly, his gaze skipping to the tilted headband. He’s not sure if it’s a taboo subject or not, but it’s been bothering him since the other man took his mask off. It seems out of place.
Kakashi’s mouth quirks wryly and he manages to look faintly sheepish. “It’s the Sharingan. It copies chakra and I can’t turn it off.”
Iruka shakes his head slightly. “Pervert,” he says with a small smile. “Well, this won’t have much to do with chakra.” He lets his smile fade, his voice go quiet. “Take it off?”
“Whatever you say, sensei,” Kakashi says again, bending his head forward so Iruka can reach the knot in the back. Iruka unties the headband and lets it fall to the floor by his feet. Kakashi tips his head back, both eyes meeting Iruka’s curious stare blandly. The scar on his cheek does go all the way up through the eye socket and the brow above. It splits the eyelid as well. The wound must have destroyed his original eye utterly. But it was obviously sealed by a powerful healing chakra as the scar is smooth and even and his eyelid functions normally.
Beneath half-lowered lids, the iris of the left eye he has now is obviously darker than his right. That’s all Iruka can see of the famous Sharingan in the half-light. But he really doesn’t care about the other man’s eyes right now.
“Mmm, that’s better,” Iruka murmurs and bends down to press his mouth to Kakashi’s. The jounin opens his mouth slightly and kisses him back, with slow sweeps of his tongue and plenty of easy motion. They just kiss for long minutes, until Iruka’s blood feels like fire and his body is trembling.
He’s in a daze again when Kakashi finally pushes him upright. The firm hands slide down from his shoulders to his waist. His yukata falls open as the sash is loosened with a few quick tugs and then his hard cock is enveloped in warm, wet heat.
He gives a shocked cry and clutches at Kakashi’s head, his fingers winding deep in the wiry hair as the other man takes him deep. There’s a tongue lapping at the bottom ridge of his cock. And the press of a sharp nose against his lower belly. He can feel the back of Kakashi’s throat with the head of his cock and groans loudly, leaning forward over the other man’s bent head. Kakashi draws back, lips tight around his width and Iruka has to fight the urge to push back in hard. He thrusts slowly, groans again, his legs quivering slightly with the effort of restraint as Kakashi takes him deep again.
Hot and wet and sleek, Kakashi’s tongue swirls around him as he works him. Over and over. His lips tight. Movements slow and sure. Until Iruka’s sure he’s going to explode.
It’s then that Kakashi makes a low noise in his throat, the vibration against his cock making Iruka hiss and quiver. Fingertips tease down the seam of his groin to his balls. They’re taut and aching. He jerks as Kakashi rolls them gently with his palm and cries out a warning that the other man ignores.
He’s coming then, hot light bursting behind closed eyes, the release rolling through him like fire, sparking his chakra pathways and making his body bow with the force of it. His hips jerk helplessly between Kakashi’s hands as his balls draw up tight and he empties himself down the jounin’s throat. And the very idea of that is nearly enough to fell him, much less the reality of it.
Kakashi gives his cock a last lick as he lets it slip out of his mouth. He makes a low sound of approval but Iruka’s gasping and sweating and shaking too hard to care much as he leans over the other man, one hand clenched on the other’s shoulder.
Iruka doesn’t object as he’s lifted bodily by the hips and turned with little effort to be laid down flat on his bed. Maybe his yukata disappears somewhere along the way too. He’s not sure and doesn’t really care. All he knows is that he couldn’t stand on his own much longer anyway. His knees feel like water. And he already knows the jounin is strong. Pretending otherwise is pointless.
Iruka pries his eyes open after what he hopes is only a few moments of heady mental and physical blankness to find Kakashi lying braced beside him on one elbow, watching him with a distinctly smug look on his face.
“Seven minutes is all,” Kakashi tells him quietly. Iruka winces, a touch dismayed, but Kakashi doesn’t seem upset by his lapse into unconsciousness.
“Sorry to make you wait,” Iruka says anyway, his voice husky with relaxation as he shifts beside the other man to better face him. He feels good though. Languid and yet oddly energized too. He’d needed that more than he realized.
Kakashi just laughs softly and shakes his head, eyes hooded. “Don’t be.”
He glances at the man beside him, sprawled with negligent ease on his bed. Iruka’s bed is a double, but he’s used to sleeping in it alone. Kakashi fills it up with his lean presence. He’s still hard too, Iruka notices with a touch of guilt. He’s been patiently waiting for him to wake up it seems.
The bedside lamp has been turned on low, he realizes. It’s the source of the glow falling over his shoulder and onto Kakashi’s face. By it, he can see the Sharingan better now. The iris of it is dark red. Like blood. And three small points of darkness whirl around the pupil. Interesting, he thinks, but not important right now. More important is the fact that Kakashi still hasn’t come yet and he’s feeling like a selfish pig because of it.
He lifts a hand and rubs his thumb over Kakashi’s slightly reddened lips. He can still barely believe the jounin sucked him off. He figures it’s only fair he return the favor. But it’s almost as if Kakashi reads his mind... or maybe he’s just that good of a jounin and read his intent instead.
“No, I want to do you,” Kakashi says intently, lipping at Iruka’s thumb. He lifts his hand and shows he’s holding the jar of slippery salve that Iruka usually keeps in the nightstand. Proving he hasn’t been idle while Iruka was passed out recovering from the best orgasm he’s had in a long time.
Iruka gives him a slow grin. Leans closer and puts his lips where his thumb was, letting his hand slide down to a shoulder to brace himself. “Okay,” he says against the other man’s mouth. He’s ravenous for Kakashi’s kisses now. Takes them for himself, indulging his own preference shamelessly. And Kakashi makes no objection. Opening his mouth to Iruka’s. Lips moving relaxed and seeking against his. Using enough tongue, but not too much.
Kakashi’s free hand touches Iruka’s hip. Pulls them closer together. A knee nudges between his. A firm thigh slides up. He arches into the motion, rubbing on Kakashi’s leg. Feeling the surge of renewing arousal.
After a moment Kakashi rises up, pressing him back. He keeps their mouths together, still kissing as he shifts an arm beneath him to move him more into the center of the bed. Iruka’s ridiculously pleased by the effort, reaching up his hands to hold onto the jounin’s shoulders and back. Savoring the ripple of muscle as the other man moves, adjusting.
Kakashi braces himself over him on his elbows, between his legs now. He lifts his head, breaking the kiss to Iruka’s mewled protest. He blushes at the sound, a little surprised by how needy he is. Hooded eyes watch him closely, a small smile on the other man’s mouth. Iruka lets his hands fall down beside him on the bed and closes his eyes. His mind is whirling from the kisses. The feel of the other over him. He’s somehow rock hard again already and the blood that takes is making his mind spin. That must be it. He grips at the bedding, trying to steady himself.
“Touch all you like,” Kakashi says, his voice a husky murmur.
Iruka opens his eyes again and looks down. Swallows hard. Kakashi is lean and pale over him, his hard cock rubbing against Iruka’s with each unsteady breath he draws. They’re pressed close. Heated and firm. He shifts his own legs, lifting his knees so that his darker skin frames that lean strength, rolling his hips back in invitation. He puts his hands on Kakashi’s hips, pulling them closer.
“Like this?” Iruka asks, his voice breathless. Cock to cock is good too. Hot and hard and slightly slick with Kakashi’s pre-come.
“Mm, not exactly,” Kakashi says, bending down to put his mouth against Iruka’s throat. Iruka shudders and slides one hand down between them, gripping both their cocks in his hand. He squeezes lightly and Kakashi groans.
“Okay, that’s good, yeah,” Kakashi says against his skin. The jounin’s muscles are quivering now too. His back arching to let Iruka get a better grip on them both. He slides his hand over them a few times, savoring the small gasps the jounin releases. Then Kakashi pushes himself up until he’s kneeling between Iruka’s legs, reaches down and moves Iruka’s hand away from them both as he moves.
“Too good, sensei,” he says, his half-lidded gaze catching his. There’s heat and restrained need in that look. His other hand has the jar of lube in it. He twists off the lid and scoops out a generous amount before lunging forward to set the jar on the nightstand beside Iruka’s head.
Iruka bites his lower lip in anticipation as Kakashi leans back. The first place he puts the salve is on his own cock, to Iruka’s surprise. Slicking himself quickly and expertly. Then, with the remainder gleaming on his fingers, he braces himself with the other hand, leans forward and drops his hand between Iruka’s legs.
There’s no hesitation. No fumbling. His fingertips find Iruka’s hole instantly. Pressing gently against the pucker for a trio of heartbeats that make Iruka’s ears ache from the sudden hot surge of his blood through his veins. His breath catches in his lungs and he arches his hips back as, slick and searing, Kakashi pulls his fingers back and circles them around his hole. Watching him. Teasing him. Sliding over and around his goal until Iruka is pushing back against his touch. Measuring his readiness.
He looks down to where his hand is, pausing over the entrance once more and Iruka moans. “In,” he says, mouth falling open as he has to pant suddenly for breath. “Go in.”
Kakashi smiles then but it’s a wicked expression. Full of heat and savage need. Iruka’s cock jumps in response.
“Whatever you say, sensei,” Kakashi says, and presses a finger slowly into Iruka. He gasps at the gentle, slick slide. At the steady penetration. His body quivers, tightens against the intrusion, but eases a little at the slow, steady twists as Kakashi works the salve into him.
“Tight,” Kakashi murmurs with concern, gaze flicking back up to Iruka’s face.
“Been a while,” Iruka answers breathlessly, gripping the blankets beneath him as he fights to keep his body from tensing too much. He’s afraid this might be harder than he thought. It never seemed this hard to relax when he was younger… “It’s okay. Keep going.”
Kakashi adds another finger, pushing it in slowly beside the first, watching Iruka’s face the while. He’s panting openly, unable to stop himself as Kakashi’s fingers twist inside him carefully. Thinking only that it’s been far too long. He feels far too full already and these are only fingers. He knows a cock is much thicker. But he wants it. It’s been far too long. And it can feel so good. Kakashi’s patience so far promises that it will be with him too. If only he can get over this small hurdle and finally relax.
“That’s good enough,” Iruka says, spreading his legs wider. Using just a trickle of chakra to help himself relax.
“Sensei, don’t,” Kakashi murmurs, the look he gives him part heated need and part concern. The red eye is spinning slightly, he can see. He shouldn’t need chakra to do this. He knows it. And it’s strange but it’s the comforting feeling that Kakashi is worried about hurting him that lets him release that small amount of chakra and relax honestly so Kakashi’s fingers can slide deeper into him with less resistance.
“See?” he pants, his gaze imploring Kakashi to continue now. He wants to go on with it. Needs to before he thinks about it too hard and ruins this at the end. “Go ahead. I’m getting used to it again.”
After a moment more probing his level of relaxation, Kakashi finally pulls his fingers out. Slowly. Crooking them at the end so Iruka gasps and jerks slightly, his own cock bouncing against his stomach. He’s still hard at least. He doesn’t have that shame to eat at him too.
Kakashi leans back and wipes his hand on a piece of cloth from near the end of the bed. He’d really gotten prepared while he slept, Iruka thinks. But all other thoughts scatter as Kakashi leans forward, one hand braced beside Iruka as he moves firmly between his legs again. He has an intent look on his face. His shaggy hair falls around his face, briefly shading the mismatched eyes. His lips are parted as he takes easy breaths.
Iruka can feel Kakashi’s warmth with his thighs. His fingertips dig deeper into the bed. He rolls his hips back slightly, knowing it will help some. But it’s the feel of Kakashi’s knuckles against his innermost thigh, the blunt head pushing against his hole that makes him tremble.
Then, the one hand holding himself steady, Kakashi presses forward into his resistance.
It hurts. It’s been too long and it hurts. With a stinging ache that makes him tense despite his best intentions and suck in a hissing breath. Iruka freezes, and the head of Kakashi’s cock is trapped in the tight ring of muscle of his anus.
“Stop,” he gasps, and Kakashi does, looking down at him with strained concern. He raises his hand and holds on to the other man’s shoulders tightly, fingers digging deep into taut muscle, even as he tries to make himself relax.
It’s always like this. Even slicked and prepared. Even though he knows what’s coming. Knows how much he likes it. And he does. He very much likes having a cock inside him. It’s just these first moments with a new partner are always the same. The very first penetration is hard. The wondering if he will wait for him to adjust or not. Or if he will push too far too fast and turn pleasure to ashes with the kind of pain Iruka’ll have to use chakra to control, breaking him out of his sensual haze…
But Kakashi isn’t like that. He’s aware and waiting, his uncovered eye looking down between them, watching as Iruka’s belly trembles with deep breaths as he works at relaxing himself. At letting the other man in. After half a dozen heartbeats he takes a freer breath. His body easing finally, muscles unclenching slowly around the other man’s cock. And then he’s ready.
He nods slightly and Kakashi flexes his hips gently again. The head pops through the ring of muscle and Iruka quivers, letting out a relieved breath as the discomfort eases. Why it’s easier to relax after that part, he’s never sure. But the initial penetration is always like that. Until his body remembers the pleasure that follows. He opens his eyes wider and looks at Kakashi. Grateful and relieved. He smiles slightly at the other man.
“It won’t be that difficult again,” Iruka says, his voice husky with leftover strain.
Kakashi’s gaze is dark. Intent. The marks in the red eye whirl. He licks his lips once and nods.
Then Iruka is flat on his back and crying out as in one, long hard slide Kakashi is all the way inside him. Right to the balls. No longer patient or restrained. And it’s good that Iruka’s already relaxed around him. Has let him in.
And then Kakashi is thrusting in so deep, filing him utterly, pulling back to the ring again, before pushing in all the way again. His cock striking the perfect spot every time for the first few heady thrusts. And it is good. So good. Just like he thought it would be. Better.
Iruka groans. Rolls his head. He finds his hands are pinned above his head, one by the wrist, the other by entwined fingers. Kakashi’s mouth is on his in the next instant, his agile tongue already mimicking the motion of his hips. Driving. Pushing. Stroking. Devouring him. He sucks on that tongue eagerly.
They won’t last long, he thinks. Not like this. But then the strikes are every other time. Or every second time. The pattern becomes erratic. His upward spiral stalls.
He gasps and groans around Kakashi’s tongue on each accurate strike, pants wildly and squirms for the misses.
It’s on purpose. He knows it suddenly. Still he can’t stop himself from trying to coax the right motion out of the other man. Guide the deep slide. The firm withdrawal. So slick and hot. His knees are spread wide, his feet planted on the bed. His hips move into each thrust eagerly, urgently.
Sounds are coming from deep in his throat. Embarrassingly greedy sounds. He’s blinded himself with his own eyelids. All he can feel is the lean body above his, taut between his raised thighs. The points of contact between them burn like fire. Hands. Mouth. The skin of his thighs. Inside his ass. The motion. The strike. The hot pressure. He’s shifting beneath the other man. His rock-hard cock is bouncing against his own belly with damp slaps. He’s fucking himself even as the other fucks him. Rising into the motion. So close to the edge it’s almost pain, but not. He’s never been so open before. So eager.
The mouth breaks away and moves to his neck, over his racing pulse, Kakashi’s hot breath gusting across his sweat-damp skin as teeth nip, lips caress. He sucks in deep, gasping breaths himself. Greedy for air. Greedier for Kakashi.
“The sounds you make… those are good,” Kakashi says into his throat, his voice a hoarse whisper. “Make more of them.” He drives in, deep. Holds there for a long moment as Iruka writhes helplessly under his weight, pinned. Then he starts moving again. Thrusts tight and controlled, missing and hitting again. He’s driving Iruka wild with this pattern. But not over the edge. Not yet. It’s definitely on purpose. He groans and begins to protest – maybe even beg –, but Kakashi just lifts his mouth back to Iruka’s and swallows the sounds down. As if he’d been waiting just for that.
One hand is fisted above Kakashi’s grip. He twists it free to bury it in the other man’s wiry hair. The other flexes against fingers, clenches tight and relaxes in turn.
Iruka wrenches his mouth away from Kakashi’s and curses him. Blind. Lost in sensation. Desperate. And the other man just laughs softly against his shoulder. Sucks on his skin. Marks him as he fucks him. Iruka’s thighs quiver around Kakashi’s ribs as the hand Iruka freed skims over his heaving chest and down across his belly to his cock.
Kakashi grips him and Iruka arches up, keening wordlessly.
“Perfect,” Kakashi says as Iruka comes again, spurting all over Kakashi’s hand and their bellies with a hoarse cry. And Kakashi is driving into him as he does, against that clench and fire, until the jounin is shuddering and gasping over him too, driving in and freezing deep as his hips jerk erratically.
Kakashi collapses on top of him suddenly, a slack weight that makes Iruka grunt and shift their hip bones out of conflict but otherwise accept for the moment. He’s too sated and exhausted and warm to do anything else.
He stirs when Kakashi pulls out of him. Grumbles sleepily as the jounin shifts them both around until there’s enough bed. Turns into the other man’s chest when he finally settles back beside him and burrows his head under his chin.
“Stay still,” Iruka murmurs, draping his arm over Kakashi’s ribs, tangling their ankles and shins together. An arm circles his back. Pulls them closer together. Warm breath stirs his hair as the other man laughs softly.
The words are barely heard before Iruka falls into sleep. “Whatever you say, sensei.”
When his alarm wakes him the next morning he’s not surprised to be alone in the bed. He shifts back beneath the blanket and groans after slapping the clock silent. He can scarcely believe last night happened. But he aches in places he hasn’t ached in a long time so it couldn’t have been just a particularly vivid dream.
He’s a little disconcerted that he managed to sleep through the other man’s leaving entirely though. His guard must have dropped completely because of his relaxation. Not a good sign. He’d definitely gone too long without.
For once he doesn’t have morning wood. But he does have to piss. Rather urgently. He climbs out of bed and finds that his guest has at least cleaned up a bit for him. His yukata is draped over the hook near the closet and the jar of lube is lidded and set on his nightstand. The old tee shirt of Iruka’s he used to wipe up with is on the floor by the door, but Iruka can’t blame him for that one. He’d have tossed the sticky thing there too.
He snags the creased yukata and ties it around himself before he shuffles out to the bathroom. After relieving himself, he peers into the mirror as he brushes his teeth. There’s a bright mark at the join of his neck and his shoulder. A few more on his chest. He pokes one and grimaces. His uniform will cover them completely he knows. He checks his face. He doesn’t have beard-burn at least, though his mouth does look a little puffier than usual. But he might just be feeling a little too critical right now to judge properly.
A shower and shave later and he feels mostly himself again.
After he dresses, he ties up his damp hair and rummages through the refrigerator. Eats the whole tub of yogurt he bought last night with a spoon while standing beside the sink. He stares through the window at the empty balcony outside his kitchen as he does and wonders if he can get the jounin back in his bed again some time soon.
It’s when he sits on the step down to the genkan to put his sandals on that he finds the note. The small slip of paper had been tucked under the strap of the left one. He unfolds it warily. But there’s just a date and time written on it in normal ink. For an evening more than a week and a half away. A henohenomoheji is scrawled beneath as the signature.
Iruka crumples the paper between his fingers, flushes a bit and smiles.
Okay, he thinks with a surge of anticipation. That will work.
--owari--