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“Shit. Kakashi, are you okay?” Obito asks, ducking under a fallen branch as he jogs into the clearing where Kakashi is crouched. Smoke still lingers in the air from the explosion that shook the forest a minute earlier.
Kakashi doesn’t look up, his eyes scanning the terrain where the ground had burst open. Chunks of scorched earth and bark are scattered everywhere, but the remains of the trap shimmers faintly.
“Yeah,” Kakashi replies, his voice tight. “Just a little surprised.”
Obito gives a sharp nod and kneels beside him, brushing aside loose soil. Beneath the disturbed earth is a half-buried seal tag, burnt around the edges. Nearby, a strange golden plant—half fungus, half flower—lies split open, leaking something iridescent.
“Enemy trap?” Obito mutters, frowning. He glances at Kakashi. “You didn’t see it when we passed through here the first time?”
“It wasn’t there.” Kakashi stands, brushing dirt off his gloves. “It had to have been placed after. Maybe they’re tracking our movement somehow.”
Obito rises beside him. “Pretty smart to bait us with a delay.”
Kakashi doesn’t respond and moves a few steps toward the remnants of the plant, pausing when he hears a wet crunch under his feet. He looks down.
“Shit,” he curses softly.
There, crushed beneath his foot, is a cluster of glowing, golden… spores? Eggs? Strange chakra-infused mushrooms? He’s never seen anything like it. A shimmering mist curls up from the shell, drifting lazily at first before it suddenly shoots forward, too fast.
Obito flinches back at the same time Kakashi does, but they’re too slow and the mist darts around them like it’s sentient. Kakashi sneezes and the mist tightens down like a snake, except he can’t feel it at all even as it settles across his skin and clothes. Obito is equally covered in the golden shimmer, unable to brush it off no matter what he does.
“What the hell is this?” Obito says, sounding oddly panicked as he tries to get it off.
Kakashi tries as well, but the shimmer doesn’t budge. Worse, it seems to be sinking in, fading slowly like it’s being absorbed. He doesn’t feel any different, but that just makes it more unnerving.
A new voice breaks in. “What did you two get yourselves into this time?”
They both turn to see Rin standing a few feet away, arms crossed, already looking done with them. Her gaze sweeps over the area and lands on the broken plant near their feet.
“We didn’t do it,” Kakashi answers defensively.
Rin doesn’t answer. She walks over, activates a scanning jutsu, and frowns even harder. “It doesn’t seem to be spreading, but I don’t want to take any chances.”
“I feel fine,” Obito responds, giving his sleeves one last half-hearted swipe. “This’ll probably wear off in a few—”
“No,” Rin interrupts him. “You’re going into quarantine. Both of you. Together.”
Kakashi stares at her. “What?”
“I need you to stay together. Keep an eye on each other in case this dust has dangerous side effects,” Rin explains, then says with an expression that leaves no room for argument, “Obito, take you and Kakashi back to your place. Now. I’ll let Minato sensei know.”
Obito groans, but he doesn’t argue and neither does Kakashi. That’s definitely the best plan of action, even if Kakashi doesn’t want to get locked in a room with Obito. Well, he does, but no one needs to know that and no one should know that and he’d never thought about it actually happening.
“Go. Now,” Rin says, already turning back to examine the plant again.
Obito grumbles under his breath, grabs Kakashi’s arm, and activates Kamui.
They rematerialize in Obito’s room a few seconds later. Kakashi exhales slowly, the sound almost shaky.
Trapped. With Obito. In his bedroom. For who knows how long.
If the dust doesn’t kill him, this definitely might.
Obito runs a hand through his hair and sighs. “I’ll shower first. Try not to break anything.”
Kakashi nods wordlessly, too busy keeping his thoughts in check to muster up a retort. He watches Obito disappear into the bathroom, listens to the water start running, and tries to convince himself that none of this is a big deal. His skin still prickles faintly where the shimmer had sunk in, though it could just be his imagination. Or anxiety. Or both.
When Obito finally steps out fifteen minutes later, there’s steam clinging to him and his hair is still dripping a little, his skin flushed from the heat. He tosses a folded set of clothes toward Kakashi.
“These should fit close enough.”
Kakashi catches them with a quiet murmur, “Thanks.”
Obito just shrugs, already moving toward the bed. “Figured you wouldn’t want to stay in dirty clothes longer than necessary,” he says as he flops down onto the mattress, arms folded behind his head.
Kakashi hesitates for a moment, clutching the folded clothes to his chest, before he turns and walks to the bathroom, letting the door click shut behind him.
He takes his time in the shower. The water is warm, and it feels good to wash off the dirt and smoke, even if the shimmer doesn’t come off. When he dries off and pulls on the clothes, they hang a little loose on him, not ridiculously so, but enough to make it clear they aren’t his. He tries not to dwell on the fact that the clothes belong to Obito and smell faintly like him.
He pads back into the bedroom, towel working through his hair. Obito is still sprawled across the bed, arms behind his head, looking like he hadn’t moved.
“You’re alive. Good,” Obito says without looking up. Then he glances over, his gaze sliding from Kakashi’s face down to the way the shirt hangs off his frame and back up again. “Not bad,” he adds, the corner of his mouth tugging upward just slightly.
Kakashi rolls his eyes, trying to smother the sudden warmth crawling up the back of his neck, and mumbles, “Shut up.”
He hesitates in the middle of the room and then sits in the desk chair, tipping his head back on a sigh and staring at the ceiling.
Obito just smirks, still not looking away. Kakashi can’t help but long for the familiar comfort of his mask right now. He tries his best not to let his thoughts and wants get away from him, not when they’re confined to a small space together and Obito doesn’t even like him.
“Think it was a sensor trap?” Obito asks after a stretch of silence.
“Possibly,” Kakashi replies. “Or something meant to tag chakra signatures for tracking.”
Obito nods slowly, thoughtful. “Could’ve been worse. Could’ve been poison.”
Kakashi doesn’t respond. The room slips back into quiet, and it only leaves Kakashi with more time to contemplate all the things he told himself not to think about. The more he tells himself to stop thinking about it, the more he thinks about them. All those secret fantasies he’s had in the dark of his room rise to the surface, colored by knowing Obito’s stretched out on his bed just feet away, casual and completely unaware of how much space he takes up in Kakashi’s head without even trying.
Kakashi doesn’t know exactly when it started. But something inside him began to change after the Kannabi Bridge mission. Obito had said something then, something that cracked through the shell Kakashi had built around himself. He had spoken with conviction, not just about the value of comrades over rules, but about something much more personal. For the first time in Kakashi’s life, someone had spoken about his father without disdain or discomfort. Obito had called him a hero, and not with hesitation or pity, but because he meant it.
Back then, Obito was still hot-headed and reckless, always rushing headfirst into everything. But even then, he stood up for what mattered. And somewhere between the mission and everything after, that same loud, reckless teammate turned into someone brave. Someone dependable. Someone good. And Kakashi never figured out how to stop falling after that.
Now, sitting in this quiet room, all he can do is wonder how it got this bad. How he ended up falling so hard for someone who, more often than not, seemed to barely tolerate him.
It’s not like Kakashi isn’t used to being disliked. He knows he’s not the friendliest person. He’s lived with that for years. But now, with Obito so close and yet so out of reach, he can’t stop thinking about what it would be like if things were different. If he were someone better, someone easier to love. Someone Obito could actually want.
A restless tension stirs under his skin. He fidgets in the chair, suddenly aware of how Obito’s borrowed shirt clings to him. The fabric feels rougher than it should, irritating against his back and arms. He tugs at it, frowning when it sticks to him. The room feels too hot, and sweat beads on his forehead. He wipes it off, confused. The sun set about an hour ago, there’s no way it should be getting hotter. If anything, it should be getting colder, but he’s definitely starting to overheat. He shifts in the chair, uncomfortable but unable to go anywhere else.
Arousal is building in him despite his best efforts, settling deep in his muscles and he tries to adjust himself surreptitiously to hide how hard he is. He shouldn’t be this turned on, he should have better control over himself, but apparently being trapped in a room with Obito is doing him in at long last.
“I can’t believe this,” Obito mutters.
Kakashi spins his chair around, grateful for the distraction from his spiraling thoughts. He regrets it immediately. Obito’s still stretched out, he hasn’t moved, but his shirt is dark with sweat and sticking to his broad chest even more than before. He’s shifting slightly on the bed, seemingly as uncomfortable as Kakashi is for no clear reason. Kakashi gets stuck watching his bare arm move as Obito wipes his forehead.
Kakashi tries not to think about it. He fails. He wants that flushed look to be from him, he wants to be on top of Obito, he wants to know what it’d feel like to have Obito over him, bare skin shiny with sweat and eyes as dark as they are now. His heart is racing, pulse too strong and too hot and he struggles to keep his eyes above Obito’s waist. It doesn’t really help, not when his shirt is still pulled up and barring that stretch of his stomach.
He shifts in the chair, need making his skin nearly ache. He tries to swallow, but his mouth is dry. This isn’t good, he needs to get himself under control before he makes this super awkward, before he stares too much and gives himself away and makes Obito hate him even more.
Kakashi spins his chair back around, scrabbling for any sense of self-control, any thoughts other than how badly he wants Obito, how badly he wants any one of his myriad guilty fantasies to be real.
He studiously ignores the sounds of Obito shifting on the bed behind him, does his best not to fill in blanks with his own made-up colorful thoughts, and fails miserably. The rasp of a zipper and the slight groan has him turning around before he thinks. He stares, unable not to.
Obito has his cock out, already half-hard, stroking it slowly. He’s completely unashamed of doing this with Kakashi just across the room, he doesn’t even seem to care.
“What are you doing?” Kakashi chokes out.
“I think that dust did something,” Obito says, and the shortness of his breathing only adds to Kakashi’s delusional wants. “You can stop looking if it bothers you.”
Kakashi can’t stop looking. He’s more aware than ever of his own arousal now. He should have realized it was unnaturally strong, but he’d been so focused trying to not think about it he’d ignored even that. His shorts are too tight over his cock, his shirt drags on his skin, he needs to be fucked so badly he can barely even breathe. He’s just stuck with his pulse too strong and eyes locked onto the way Obito’s hand moves over himself.
Obito’s hand stops moving and Kakashi blinks, guilt rising. He drags his eyes away and up to Obito’s face, not even sure what he’s expecting to see. Obito’s eyes are blown dark, his lips are parted on panting breaths, his cheeks flushed and shiny with sweat, all the things Kakashi’s imagined and wanted to be responsible for. Obito doesn’t seem to care that Kakashi’s staring, if anything he seems to like it with the way he moves his hand so slowly over himself.
Kakashi hears himself whine. Obito’s eyes narrow and run over Kakashi, slow and hot and Kakashi fidgets, so exposed even through his clothes. His eyes are drawn back down by the movement of Obito’s arm, back to staring at the way his hand is wrapped around his cock. Obito pushes it up slowly, away from his stomach, until it’s as good as an invitation. Kakashi looks at his face just once more and there’s only heat in Obito’s eyes as he stares at Kakashi in a way that’s unfamiliar, but not necessarily unsettling.
“Come here.”
Kakashi’s across the room before he’s even registered the words. He drops to his knees on the floor as Obito stands and towers over him. Obito smirks down at him, running one rough finger under Kakashi’s chin and tipping his face up. Kakashi looks up at him desperately, begging with his eyes and hoping this isn’t just a dream.
Obito drags his thumb across Kakashi’s lower lip and Kakashi’s mouth opens automatically. The finger dips inside and Kakashi runs his tongue over it, thrilled with the way Obito’s eyes darken even more. Obito takes his cock in his other hand. It’s hard, big, and Kakashi’s mouth waters with need.
Obito arches an eyebrow. Kakashi leans forward hesitantly and Obito smiles approvingly. That’s all Kakashi needs to take him into his mouth with a hungry moan. He takes Obito all the way down his throat, whining desperately at the musky scent. It’s perfect, he needs more.
He works Obito frantically, getting into the rhythm of bobbing his head and taking Obito’s cock, hollowing his cheeks and sucking hard. Kakashi immediately decides that he likes sucking Obito off just as much as he always imagined he would, likes the heavy weight of Obito on his tongue, likes the salty taste of him in his mouth, likes the way Obito is looking at him. Drool runs down his chin around Obito as he maintains their eye contact.
“Aren’t you a sight,” Obito marvels, and Kakashi whimpers around him, opening his throat to make more room for Obito, trying his best to give him the best pleasure he can.
Obito lets out another noise as Kakashi swirls his tongue around his head on an upstroke and sinks back down again.
“Fuck.” He curses under his breath. “Off.”
Kakashi pulls off his cock with a desperate whimper, panting and entirely under Obito’s control.
“Bend over the bed,” Obito says after a long pause broken only by Kakashi’s heavy breathing.
Kakashi isn’t even ashamed by how fast he scrambles to obey, flattening his chest to the bed and shivering with need. Obito’s hand runs over his side and over the curve of his hip, frustratingly distant over Kakashi’s shorts. He’s rewarded and Obito tugs them down his thighs, baring Kakashi’s ass to him and the room.
He’s never been exposed like this, never had anyone pulling him open and stroking a rough finger across his hole. He bites his lip, but it doesn’t hold in his embarrassingly needy whimper.
Kakashi hears more than sees what can only be a bottle of lube being popped open, and his entire body shivers with anticipation. Then the lube is set on the night stand and his shorts are being pulled all the way down, past his knees, and pooling at his ankles.
“Have you ever done this before?” Obito asks, slick fingers stroking Kakashi’s sensitive skin and teasing just under his hole.
“What?” Kakashi reponds distractedly, gasping as Obito’s finger turns a little, and an edge digs into his hole. It’s just barely moving, just barely nudging in, and it takes everything in him to not push back into it.
“Put something—inside yourself.”
Kakashi had tried it a few times experimentally during some late night private sessions of thinking about Obito, something he never thought he’d admit out loud, but here Obito is pulling secrets from him like it’s easy.
“I—“ Kakashi flushes bright red. “Just my fingers.”
Obito’s hand on his hip tightens briefly, and a desperate please escapes Kakashi’s lips before he can stop it, breaking out into a particularly loud moan when Obito finally pushes one slick finger into his hole. It’s long and intruding, pressing deep inside him on the initial slide, and Kakashi instinctively clenches around it as he rolls his hips to adjust.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Obito hisses behind him. He moves his finger in and out, in and out, and soon enough, his finger is moving at a relentless pace, stretching him just enough to slide in another.
Little gasps and whines fall from Kakashi’s lips despite him biting his bottom lip to try and muffle them. He could probably be stretched more, could probably take some more time to get used to the intrusion, but his mind is so clouded with desire that he just doesn’t care. He revels in the burn that accompanies the drag of Obito’s fingers, too turned on to let anything other than pleasure consume him.
“More,” Kakashi says breathlessly, rolling his hips to fuck himself on Obito’s fingers.
Obito chuckles in amazement. “You should see yourself right now,” he responds, but he complies, sliding a third lubed-up finger next to the first two.
The stretch is delicious, igniting a flame inside of Kakashi, making itself known in every part of his body, and then Obito’s fingers find his prostate. Kakashi yelps, pleasure erupting under his skin. It ripples through him, and Kakashi nearly collapses right there on the bed. His arms shake violently as he tries to hold himself up, squeezing his eyes shut as he moans with no remorse.
“Fuck, you really like this,” Obito muses roughly. “Being full. Being fucked.”
And Obito’s voice, low and gravelly and saying such obscene things, it shouldn’t be allowed, because Kakashi is desperately close to cumming already and he still hasn’t gotten Obito off.
“Have you thought about this before?” Obito asks. “Me fucking you with my fingers?” To punctuate, he presses his fingers hard against Kakashi’s prostate.
“Yes,” Kakashi admits, breaking off into a keening moan as Obito’s fingers thrust and twist faster, harder. It would be mortifying if he weren’t distracted by the unrelenting, building pleasure, the feeling of Obito carving out a space inside him with his fingers so intimate and devastatingly good.
“Yeah? You fucked yourself open on your own fingers and thought about me?”
Kakashi tries to respond, but he trips over his own tongue as the coiling sensation in his stomach comes to a boil.
“Did you imagine how good I’d make you feel buried inside of you?” Obito says, speeding up the motion of his wrist. “How good it’d be when it was my cock slamming into this spot instead of my fingers?”
Kakashi doesn’t manage to bite back his desperate whine, and the noise Obito makes behind him is possessive and hungry. His fingers thrust in hard and Kakashi’s suddenly tumbling over the edge. He cums with a sob in hot spurts, painting the floor white, his thighs trembling and mind blanking out as he shudders through his orgasm.
He hears Obito groan out a curse as he fucks him through it, keeps thrusting his fingers until Kakashi is through his climax, and keeps going while Kakashi is sensitive and overstimulated. It’s like Obito doesn’t want to remove his hand, wants to keep stretching and pulling and prying Kakashi open.
It’s when Kakashi’s voice takes on a pained, desperate edge that Obito finally slows and slips out of him.
The emptiness, the gaping hole where Obito used to be, feels strange and uncomfortable now, and Kakashi has to adjust to the feeling as his hole clenches around air.
But Obito doesn’t withdraw completely even as Kakashi straightens up, his slick fingertips dragging on Kakashi’s hip.
Kakashi is a little unstable from being bent over for so long, legs weakened by the ruthless attention Obito’s been lavishing on his insides. Obito presses closer behind him, wraps his arms around his middle, squeezing at his lower stomach as he presses kisses up and down Kakashi’s neck and shoulders.
“Want to return the favor?” Obito murmurs in his ear, and Kakashi feels him nudging up against the crease of his ass. Kakashi lets out a preemptive moan just imagining it. If his fingers had felt so good, he can’t imagine how much better Obito’s cock will feel. He arches into Obito and hastily reaches behind to guide his cock toward his hole, feeling the head catch against his entrance and gasping.
“Please,” he whimpers, urging Obito to shift his hips forward, to do it already.
Obito huffs a chuckle behind him. “Naked, on the bed.” He orders as he pulls back. “I want you to ride me. Show me how much you want my cock.”
Kakashi’s out of his clothes in seconds, and he lets Obito manhandle him into his lap at the edge of the bed. He’s already had his release but it’s not enough, he needs more. He needs Obito’s cock inside him. He’s so far beyond shame, too far into desperation and half-drunk with desire. His body hurts and his entire focus is narrowed to the way Obito’s cock drags across him. It feels huge and too hot against his hole, making Kakashi even more desperate to have it inside him.
Kakashi throws his head back as Obito’s head finally breaches him, mouth open in a silent scream. His eyelids flutter shut as Obito guides him down, inch by thick hard inch, until he’s completely full of him, completely stretched and filled with his cock and it’s possibly the best thing he’s ever felt.
It feels so much better than anything Kakashi had been able to imagine, the pleasure-pain of Obito filling him so thoroughly that Kakashi can’t even take a breath without feeling his cock driving deeper and deeper into his guts. Obito lets him catch his breath, leaning closer to press his lips softly against Kakashi’s neck, the gentle touch a stark contrast from the way his cock pulses inside Kakashi.
Once he gets used to the feeling of having Obito inside him, Kakashi takes in a deep, shuddering breath and lifts himself slowly, legs quivering slightly, until only the very tip of Obito’s cock is still in him, before dropping himself and letting gravity slam him back down. Within a minute he’s bouncing in Obito’s lap, lifting himself only a couple inches before slamming himself onto Obito’s cock over and over. Obito’s big enough that he couldn’t avoid Kakashi’s prostate if he wanted to and each movement has sparks of pleasure rocketing through Kakashi’s body.
Obito rasps something that barely registers in Kakashi’s mind, something that sounds terribly hot and possessive and Kakashi’s in heaven. It’s one of his fantasies come true, having Obito looking up at him like he’s never been more pleased by anything than having Kakashi over him. His fingers dig into Kakashi’s legs tighter and Kakashi rolls his hips desperately, needing to feel Obito as deep as possible inside him.
He lets out a garbled wail as Obito suddenly starts fucking up into him, slamming Kakashi down even harder onto his cock with every thrust. Kakashi moans, falling forward slightly and pressing his hands against Obito’s chest as his thighs tremble. His eyes threaten to roll back, and he can’t really form any coherent sounds except for letting out cries and gasps as Obito manhandles him on and off his cock, fucking into him with short but sharp thrusts.
He’s already on edge again, the combination of how badly he’s wanted this to happen for years with whatever the hell that dust did to him driving him insane. Obito growls something low and Kakashi shakes as he comes apart, tensing all over as stars explode behind his eyelids, a few tears escaping down his face at how sharp his second climax is.
Obito feels even bigger when Kakashi’s involuntary clenching down around him in the throes of his orgasm. He groans and fucks into him a few more times and Kakashi tries not to pass out at how hot it is to have Obito cumming inside him like this, to feel the way he’s trying to bury himself inside Kakashi, the way his hands are probably bruising Kakashi’s hips, the way his eyes are dark and so hot they burn him.
The pain had receded briefly while they’d been fucking, but it rises again and Kakashi winces at the stinging along his skin. Obito suddenly drags him down and Kakashi makes an embarrassing squeak as he’s rolled onto his back, Obito settling between his thighs. He wishes Obito wasn’t wearing clothes still, wishes he could feel Obito’s skin but he’s distracted when Obito slides back into him with a satisfied groan.
He’s even more thoroughly distracted when Obito pushes his thighs up and somehow gets deeper inside him it’s all Kakashi can feel. He’d thought about this too, he’s thought about any number of ways Obito could fuck him but he’d never thought it’d ever actually happen.
Obito flattens him into the bed, nudges their noses together and Kakashi can’t help but arch into it, almost expecting and desperately wanting to be kissed, but Obito doesn’t. He only drags his lips toward Kakashi’s neck and mouths down the column of it, leaving a wet streak, biting at the juncture of neck and shoulder, showering kisses onto his neck and chest. Kakashi whines and melts under him.
“You feel so good, Kakashi,” Obito breathes. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
Kakashi isn’t sure he’s ever been more ready for anything in his entire life when he nods, dazed by all the overwhelming feelings of having Obito touch him like this, having Obito talk to him like this, having Obito inside him like this.
Obito cants his hips back with a slow drag that has Kakashi’s inhale catching in his throat, and then thrusts all the way back in. Hard.
“Oh—oh, fuck, Obito,” Kakashi gaps, his toes curling and his hands scrambling to find purchase against anything grounding. Obito grabs them, lacing their fingers together as he picks up his pace, and Kakashi can only gasp brokenly when Obito nails that little spot inside him again.
It’s even more intense now, even more immediate and constant as Obito keeps him pinned and fucks him until there’s tears coursing down Kakashi’s face from the overwhelming everything. He cries out from overstimulation, his abused walls sore as anything and the lingering tingle of his last orgasm still fizzling out of his bones, but all the same it feels so good to be taken apart again.
“Look so fucking pretty under me like this. I wish I could see you like this all the time,” Obito grates, fucking Kakashi even harder if it’s possible to, and keeping his cock buried in at the hilt after every animalistic thrust.
Kakashi should be more concerned about what that gold dust was and how it’s making Obito into him, but he can’t care right now, not when the only way his skin stops hurting is when Obito is inside him. They can deal with the mess afterwards. He only hopes Obito won’t hate him too much more after fucking him through the mattress like there’s nothing he’d rather be doing.
Obito releases his hand and cups his cheek, firm and commanding. Kakashi only gets a split second to mull over it before Obito’s leaning down and kissing him, and Kakashi falls apart for the hundredth time. He moans as Obito licks into his mouth and nips at his lip, stealing his breath with the sheer amount of want in the kiss.
Obito sits up again, pulling away from the kiss to let Kakashi’s whining moans fall openly into the room, accompanied by the slapping of their skin together. His eyes burn as he roughly grabs both of Kakashi’s thighs, sliding his hands up to his knees and hooking his legs over his shoulders. He draws his cock out, pushing his torso down until Kakashi is bent in half, thighs pressed between their chests.
“You’re driving me crazy,” Obito says, so low and hungry it’s almost a growl, and starts railing into Kakashi with enough force to shake the bed frame.
Arousal scours through Kakashi veins, throbbing deep within his groin. He claws at Obito’s back but he only gets shirt and whines in frustration. He wants bare skin, he knows he’s already getting far more than he should be, but he wants more. He’s already lost his mind, Obito’s obviously lost his too with the way he’s pulling Kakashi’s head back to bare his throat again and bite along it. Kakashi struggles to breathe, struggles to do anything but just take it all as sharp, burning pleasure-pain rushes through his bloodstream in waves.
His entire body trembles, nearly convulsing under Obito’s weight as he throws his head back. It’s almost too much, the brutal pleasure, the loud, obscene sounds of their skin smacking together. Kakashi feels so completely taken, can’t comprehend anything except Obito inside and on top of him, his name falling from his lips like a prayer as he’s pushed closer to the edge with every one of Obito’s aggressive thrusts.
It almost hurts when he cums between them. His voice breaks on Obito’s name, beyond embarrassment or anything but floating in the afterglow as he clenches helplessly around Obito’s cock. He doesn't know how long his orgasm lasts. It feels like an eternity passes before he falls limp against Obito, whimpering with overstimulation as Obito chases his own orgasm in Kakashi, releasing with another satisfied groan deep inside him.
Obito lets go of him and sits back after a few moments, pulling out of Kakashi slowly. Kakashi fails to keep his whine in. He’s not sure if it’s a pathetic one or a demanding one but whatever it is, Obito looks pleased by the noise.
“I could keep fucking you in my bed,” Obito says, running possessive hands down the inside of Kakashi’s thighs, “but why when there are other places to fuck you too?”
Kakashi’s pulse is too strong but now he doesn’t know if it’s the dust or just sheer natural arousal at the way Obito’s looking at him and the way he’s saying those things with such a raspy, gravelly voice.
“Come on. Get on my desk,” he says.
Kakashi’s nearly too weak to make it out of the bed, legs shaky but he absolutely wants to get onto that desk as fast as possible. A rustle of fabric behind him is his only warning before Obito’s pushing his chest onto the desk. Kakashi whimpers and dips his back immediately.
“Second thought,” Obito murmurs, low and intent. “I need to see you bent over the desk for me.”
Kakashi spreads his legs more and stretches out across the desk, breathing short and catching as he waits. He’s rewarded with a low, hungry growl and Obito sliding back into him. He’s doubly rewarded by bare skin against the back of his legs and he makes another weak, pathetic sound of want at the knowledge that Obito’s naked behind him, naked and holding his hips and fucking him onto the desk.
Obito’s relentless, his cock punching the air out of Kakashi’s lungs as he pounds into him. More tears leak from Kakashi’s eyes, his mouth dropping open to let out a series of high, desperate moans. He’s on the verge of cumming again when Obito stops and pulls out.
“Now I want you on the desk,” he rasps.
Kakashi starts to push himself up but goes limp when Obito circles his hole with a finger.
“Such a mess from me,” Obito muses, pushing some of his cum back into Kakashi. “I knew you would look good like this.”
Kakashi shivers and tries not to take those words seriously, it’s just the weird dust making Obito talk like that. Part of him insists there’s no reason for the strange substance to make him say things like that, it’s clearly some sort of aphrodisiac, but it shouldn’t make him lie. It’s still too much like the things Kakashi’s wanted him to say, the things Kakashi’s imagined him saying in the dark of his room.
Obito squeezes his ass and Kakashi startles, turning over and dragging himself onto the desk. He pauses, sitting on the edge, shamelessly staring at Obito who’s watching him just as intently. He’d known Obito was ripped with the way his shirts fit and the way they pulled across his back. Not that Kakashi had been watching. Too closely. He definitely hadn’t been looking at his bare arms all the time with the way Obito likes to have his sleeves rolled up.
“Back,” Obito says. “Show me what you want.”
Kakashi tips back easily, panting and pulling his feet up to the edge of the desk. He tries to scoot down more and nearly falls off, but Obito catches his legs and pushes them back up. Kakashi lets them fall wide, absolutely mesmerized by the way Obito’s pulling them over his arms and leaning across him until Kakashi’s open to him. He’s already so messy and so well fucked it’s easy for Obito to shove back into him, dark eyes fixing Kakashi even more in place.
“Thought about this too,” Obito pants, keeping Kakashi’s legs up. “Throwing you onto a desk and fucking you until you can only beg for me.”
Kakashi moans and arches, trying to work himself down more onto Obito no matter how trapped he is. The words burn through him, sinking deep inside and he knows he’ll never forget them, not them or the half-predatory look Obito’s giving him. He wishes Obito would fold him in half and bite his lip again, lick into his mouth and claim his breath but Obito seems satisfied keeping Kakashi trapped and held open. He holds Kakashi’s legs up to the perfect angle to constantly drag his cock on his oversensitive prostate.
Kakashi blinks dazedly up at the ceiling, mouth opening and closing uselessly as he feels a small trickle of drool drips down his cheek. And then Obito leans down and his teeth close around a nipple, his tongue hot and wet as he licks across it before tugging at it with his teeth. Kakashi gasps at the dual sensation and his body goes taut with it. He can’t hold it back as his orgasm rips through him, lighting every one of his nerves on fire in the most delicious way.
Obito doesn’t allow him any respite, pulling out and ramming back in before Kakashi can even come down from his high. He draws out choked-off whimpers and stuttered moans with every punishingly hard thrust, holds down Kakashi’s shuddering thigh with a bruising grip.
Pleasure and pain wash over Kakashi together, but Kakashi can’t do anything but take it, muscles twitching with every movement of Obito’s hips. He’s sensitive, legs shaking and body trembling from the overstimulation but he doesn’t want to move, greedy even in the throes of his climax, so utterly excessive. Obito doesn’t let him move, yanking him further over the edge to get deep enough to make Kakashi’s voice break.
“Tell me what you want,” Obito demands. “Or have I fucked all of your words out of you?”
“Anything,” Kakashi gasps, struggling to speak under Obito’s incessant use of him. “Anything.”
Kakashi can’t say anything else, he’d give too much away if he kept talking and he really does want anything as long as Obito doesn’t stop. Something in the desperation in his one word apparently does something for Obito and he cums suddenly, stilling again deep in Kakashi.
“Anything,” Kakashi pants again, uselessly.
“Anything,” Obito echoes, eyeing him. “You will do what I tell you?”
Kakashi nods.
“How novel,” Obito says with a tiny quirk of his mouth. “I never knew you liked being told what to do, at least not outside of missions. And by me, no less.”
Kakashi has no idea how Obito can still talk so easily, his mind had fuzzed out early on and this is only making it worse. Obito drums his fingers against Kakashi’s legs idly, looking around his room. Kakashi swallows, somewhere between nervous and anticipation, but still just painfully aroused and even more painfully pathetic to enjoy this brief time of Obito seemingly liking him.
“I think…” Obito starts.
He pulls out of Kakashi, lets his legs down gently and steps back, surveying the room. Kakashi lies there, uncomfortable with the way the desk digs into his legs but unwilling to move. He watches Obito turn slowly, his back shiny with sweat and the muscles shifting distractingly.
Kakashi slides off the desk, wincing at the soreness already in his legs. His feet barely touch the floor before Obito’s grabbing him and reeling him in, capturing his mouth the way Kakashi had been wishing for.
He leans into Obito instantly, opening for him, letting him bend him back and take over. Obito’s hands dig into his sides, stroke the small of his back and Kakashi’s not sure how much longer he can stay upright under this kind of want. Obito finally lets him go with a smug look, breath as short as Kakashi’s. He pulls him gently towards the other side of his room and pushes him against something hard and cold.
Kakashi lifts his head up, trying to catch his breath, only to feel a rush of heat flood to his cheeks when he notices the mirror in front of him.
He takes in his own appearance, hardly recognizing the person staring back at him. He looks absolutely debauched — his hair is a mess, silver strands sticking out in places where they’re not supposed to, some falling in his eyes. His pupils are blown out and hazy, drying tear tracks trailing down his face. His lips are swollen and parted as he takes shaky, wet breaths. His usually pale skin is flushed dark, slowly darkening hickies scattered across his neck and chest.
Obito presses against him from behind, draping over him and pushing his still hard length against Kakashi’s ass. “Don’t you look perfect,” he murmurs softly, wrapping an arm around Kakashi’s waist and drops a kiss onto his shoulder. “I want you to watch while I fuck you. Can you do that for me?”
Kakashi swallows and nods wordlessly, meeting Obito’s eyes in the mirror.
“Good boy.” Obito praises, the corner of his mouth tugging into a smirk.
Kakashi whimpers and shivers, both at the words and the way Obito’s arms are around him and his hands are roaming his chest, like he’s mapping all of Kakashi’s body. The hands finally stop at his bruised waist to steady him, then Obito slowly pushes forward, watching Kakashi’s face in the mirror the whole time. Kakashi’s mouth widens with a silent moan, too breathless to let the noise out as he braces himself against the cold surface of the mirror.
The pace is brutal immediately, overcome with arousal and ecstasy that makes them both groan, and it’s getting to Kakashi far quicker than it gets to Obito, his lips becoming loose once again as he lets loud moans slip through, unable to do anything but take it and revel in the way Obito’s practically remaking him from the inside, rearranging his guts with every push.
And then Obito slides one hand down Kakashi’s hip, his thigh, stopping at the back of his knee, and then he’s hauling Kakashi’s leg up, his legs spread even more at this angle. Kakashi can’t help but whimper at the way he’s on display for them both, hole visible now and stretched so wide and shiny around Obito’s cock. It’s absolutely lewd and he mewls when he clenches around Obito instinctively.
“You have no idea, do you?” Obito says, his tone a little rougher now, right against Kakashi’s ear as he resumes his maddening rhythm. “The things you do to me.”
Kakashi thinks he has a very good idea, if the full view of their reflection in the mirror is anything to go by. He catches the way Obito’s eyes are locked onto his through the glass, dark and devouring, tracking every shift in his expression. He sees how Obito is draped over him almost possessively, one hand lazily toying with his chest, fingers circling a nipple until Kakashi quivers against him. The other clamps around his thigh, keeping his leg raised, holding him exactly where Obito wants him – pliant and exposed.
They look so good, so perfectly fused together, and Obito feels so good inside him Kakashi feels himself get even harder, precum pulsing out of the tip of his cock and dripping messily onto the floor. He looks even more wrecked than before. His flushed cheeks are slick with tears once again, a bit of drool escaping the corner of his mouth as Obito’s cock drills into him over and over, pressing against his prostate with every thrust.
“That’s it. Keep watching yourself,” Obito pants as he continues fucking Kakashi in reckless abandon, gathering all the leverage he can in this position to give it to him good.
Kakashi is shaking, struggling to breathe as Obito fucks the oxygen out of him. He’s still staring at the mirror, but he’s barely able to register anything beyond the insistent brush of Obito’s cock against his prostate. His jaw goes slack and he melts against Obito’s chest, his mind blissfully empty for once. He loses himself in the physical sensations, loses his mind under the way Obito’s practically flat to his back, like he wants to get closer than physically possible, even though he’s already deeper into Kakashi than anyone else has ever been.
Kakashi loses himself to it all, the world fading away until there is nothing but the pleasure and molten heat rising deliciously in his belly. His moan turns to a whine and he tries to push back to meet Obito’s thrusts, no longer caring how slutty he looks in the mirror, all spread out and needy. Obito is a line of heat behind him, and Kakashi’s cock throbs, flushed and close to bursting.
“You look so good like this,” Obito grunts, his breathing loud against Kakashi’s ear. “Should I fuck you against the window next? Let the entire village watch you come apart on my cock?”
Kakashi’s eyes fly open, a choked gasp tearing out of his throat as Obito maintains his unforgiving pace. He didn’t know he could get more aroused, but Obito’s words are doing it, his blood getting hotter at the thought of being seen like this.
“What do you say, Kakashi?” Obito practically purrs against Kakashi’s neck “You like being good for me, don’t you?”
“Y-yeah,” Kakashi replies breathlessly, his words slurring. He clutches at Obito’s arm, needing to hold on to something lest he float away. His stomach tenses and his toes curl, warning him that he’s almost there.
“They can look, but you are mine,” Obito rasps against him. “No one touches you except me.”
“Yes,” Kakashi gasps, weak to the possessiveness, weak to everything, too weak to keep his mouth shut. “Gods, yes.”
“Say it,” Obito pants, even lower. “Tell me you’re mine. Tell me you’ll never let anyone else have this.”
“Yes,” Kakashi chokes out. “I’m yours. I’m yours—“
He doesn’t care about hiding it anymore, he can’t care when Obito’s saying things like that. Somewhere, lost in the fog of want and need in his head, there’s part of him clamoring for him to shut up and stop giving all of himself away like this when it’s just induced want, when there’s no way Obito in his right mind would want Kakashi like that, but he ignores it.
He stops thinking, for once, he stops and just feels. He would be cumming right now, but he wants to be so good for Obito, and he wants to stay in this fantasy world for as long as he can—
“So good to me.” Obito rumbles a groan behind him. “I will never get over how fucking beautiful you look right now, and all for me. Fuck, look at you. Do you want to cum? You can cum now, cum for me, you’ve been so good—”
And it hits him all at once. Kakashi lets out a half-shout, half-scream as his vision goes completely white, a devastating wave of pleasure sweeping through his whole body as he cums hard, white splattering against the glass in front of him. His leg gives out and he slumps against Obito’s chest, held up entirely by his strength while his body trembles uncontrollably. Obito curses lowly, thrusting wildly once, twice, three times more and then he’s cumming too, spilling into Kakashi with a drawn out groan.
Kakashi’s wrecked and empty and leaking cum down his shaking legs by the time Obitp’s cock leaves him. It should be gross. But it really, really isn’t, and Kakashi wants to beg for it again already. And beg he does.
He loses track of time after that, more than content to let Obito manhandle him around the room to new, inventive positions as long as he keeps touching him like this. Obito doesn’t let up, he’s nearly constantly in contact with Kakashi now no matter where they are or what he’s doing to him. The stinging pain that’d been building under his skin is either gone or completely overwhelmed by the rest of this, and Kakashi’s unable to tell the difference between the unnatural heat of before from the way he’s on fire from Obito’s hands and words.
Kakashi vaguely returns to reality after an unknown amount of time, completely fucked out and glad to find he’s in the bed. He still can’t quite focus his thoughts, exhaustion setting in alongside the overwhelming lassitude in his bones until he’s half-asleep in seconds. The last thing he registers is the heat of Obito along his back, his arm a comfortable weight across his waist and leg thrown across his.
It takes Kakashi a long time to realize he’s awake when it feels so much like one of his dreams. They seemingly haven’t moved at all in the night, Obito still wrapped around Kakashi’s back and arm over his body, keeping him close. The hardness against his ass is new, as is the slight grind Obito’s doing against him. Kakashi hesitates and then pushes back a little, testing but too desperate to not. He wants to get as much of this as he can before they leave the room, even if he’s not sure he’ll be able to maintain any sort of shield after this.
Obito murmurs something against his shoulder, his voice rough with sleep, the sound of it against his skin is enough to make him shiver with want. Obito presses harder against him, his hand shifting up to the middle of Kakashi’s chest to hold him in place. Kakashi’s so turned on, he wants this so badly, and it seems like Obito’s equally interested in fucking him again.
He pulls his leg up, rolling slightly to give Obito more access. He’s sore, he’s a mess, but he wants nothing more than to have Obito back inside him one more time before reality intrudes again. Obito nips at his shoulder and his hand slips around to test Kakashi’s hole, making an approving noise when Kakashi moans and tries to get himself more open.
Obito growls and shoves into him, working deep into Kakashi and digging his fingers into his hip. Kakashi gasps and pushes back, enjoying the ache and the way he’s nearly too well-fucked to take it again. Obito doesn’t seem interested in rough, the way most of their sex had been the day before. He’s keeping it slow and maybe far too close but Kakashi stores it all away for remembering later, in private, when he doesn’t get to be held so possessively anymore.
He pushes back, arches weakly under Obito’s hand, moaning his name. He’s almost too vulnerable for this, he’s spent so long shoving all these feelings down, so many years of knowing they’re impossible and unrequited and he knows he’ll never be able to lock them away fully after this. He just hopes it won’t be too obvious to everyone else in the village, and he doubly hopes it won’t be obvious to Obito once they leave this room. Hopefully they’re not obvious now, but Kakashi knows he’s transparent when he’s so open to Obito’s hands and mouth and baring himself like this.
He doesn’t want this to end but he can’t hold on forever, and somehow Obito knows just the right angle to grind into him until Kakashi’s gasping as he cums around him, reveling in the way Obito’s finishing inside him shortly after. He’s weak, even more than before, but he tries to keep pressing back against Obito’s chest, stealing as much time and warmth as he can before Obito moves away and Kakashi doesn’t get this again.
Obito doesn’t pull out right away. Instead, his arm curls more tightly around Kakashi’s waist, and he shifts with a quiet exhale, like he’s trying to keep them connected just a little longer. Kakashi closes his eyes, heart thudding, mind full of questions he doesn’t dare voice: what if there is more, what if he’s not the only one who wanted this, what if—
A knock on the door slices through the quiet.
Obito exhales slowly and pulls back, groaning quietly as he straightens. Kakashi flinches at the loss, already missing the weight, the heat, the contact. He doesn’t move at first, half-curled on the mattress, debating whether pretending to be asleep would save him the humiliation of this moment.
But he decides against it and pushes himself up, carefully, limbs sluggish and sore in that sweet, aching way that reminds him of everything they’d done.
Obito crosses the room without a hint of shame, completely unconcerned about his nudity. There are bruises scattered along his upper arms and shoulders from Kakashi’s hands, and his back is scored red from Kakashi’s nails. Kakashi cheeks heat but he also likes the way he’s put a temporary mark on Obito as surely as Obito’s done to him. He winces a little when Obito shifts and he can see a blatant mark of his teeth on the base of his neck. He wonders just how many he has.
“It’s Rin,” Obito says, voice calm.
Kakashi freezes, instinctively straightening.
“Obito? Kakashi?” Rin’s voice is brisk but concerned. “You both alright?”
“We’re fine,” Obito replies, steady as ever. “Do we need to stay in here longer?”
Kakashi frowns, trying not to assign too much weight to the phrasing. He tells himself it doesn’t mean anything.
“I’ve analyzed the dust,” Rin informs from the other side of the door. “It’s a short-lived compound. The exact effects are still unclear, but it should’ve cleared your systems within a few hours. You can come out now.”
Obito gives a quiet hum of acknowledgment and glances back at Kakashi, his expression unreadable. Kakashi doesn’t meet his eyes. There’d definitely been a strong effect on them both, but if it’d only lasted a few hours, he can’t quite account for the rest of the time they’d spent fucking. Maybe it lasts longer in a human system.
“So,” Obito says suddenly, his voice low but clear. It startles Kakashi into looking up. Obito is leaning against his desk now, arms crossed, watching him. “The stuff wore off hours ago.”
Kakashi looks away, a heavy weight pressing on his chest. “That’s good… right?”
“Sure,” Obito replies. “Except it wore off, and we kept going.”
Kakashi doesn’t respond right away. His fingers twist tightly in the sheets, searching for something—an excuse, a distraction.
“Maybe it lingers in the body longer,” he offers weakly, still avoiding Obito’s gaze.
Obito doesn’t let him off the hook. “You don’t actually believe that.”
Kakashi’s shoulders tense. “What do you want me to say?”
Obito’s voice softens, but his words land like a blow. “I want you to tell me you wanted it.”
Kakashi’s heart stutters. He looks up in surprise, unsure if he’s reading Obito’s expression right.
“I want you to tell me why you seemed so pleased to be in my bed when, as far as I know, you don’t even like me,” Obito says into the silence.
Kakashi’s throat tightens. His mouth opens, then closes again. The truth sits heavy on his tongue, words he’s tried to bury for years finally clawing their way out.
“I… I did want it,” he confesses at last, barely audible. His gaze drops, shame flooding through him. “Even before the… whatever the stuff was. I wanted you.”
Obito’s eyes flicker, but his expression stays unreadable. “Then why did you never act like it?”
Kakashi’s lips press into a thin line.
“You never acted like someone who liked me,” Obito continues, voice quieter now. “You barely looked at me when we were in the same room. I honestly thought you hated me.”
Kakashi swallows. Then, without warning, the words tumble out of him. “I think I’ve liked you since we came back from the Kannabi Bridge mission.”
Obito blinks. He straightens a little, startled. “Since then?”
Kakashi nods, staring down at his hands. Obito’s silent for a beat, long enough that Kakashi starts to fold in on himself.
“You weren’t supposed to find out,” he mutters. “But it doesn’t matter. I know you don’t like me.”
There’s a pause, then a slow exhale from Obito.
“You could’ve told me,” he whispers. “You should’ve told me.”
“I didn’t know how,” Kakashi admits, his voice tight. “You never liked me since we were kids. I thought you hated me. Especially after I…” He hesitates. “After I chose the mission over Rin. I didn’t think I had the right to say anything after that.”
Obito steps closer, and Kakashi instinctively draws back slightly, unsure. Still, Obito doesn’t hesitate. He reaches out and cups Kakashi’s face in his hand, thumb brushing lightly along his cheek.
“You were wrong,” Obito replies, quiet but firm. “I never hated you.”
Kakashi stares at him, wide-eyed.
“You were stupid,” Obito adds, lips quirking. “And annoying. But you came back for us. You saved us. That was what mattered.”
Kakashi swallows hard. Obito’s so close—too close—and the look in his eyes makes something inside Kakashi ache.
“I’ve liked you for a while, too,” Obito confesses. “I thought we would grow closer after that mission, but you just—pulled away. You wouldn’t even let me and Rin come over anymore. If I’d known you didn’t actually hate me, I would’ve been more persistent.”
Kakashi’s eyes sting. “I didn’t hate you,” he whispers. “I just… felt guilty. And I didn’t know how to be near you without giving myself away.”
Obito’s quiet for a moment, then leans in and kisses him with surprising gentleness—firm but lingering, like he doesn’t want to stop. Kakashi melts into it, hands curling weakly in Obito’s arms.
“I meant what I said yesterday,” Obito murmurs against his lips. “I liked seeing you like that, even if it was drug-induced.”
Kakashi turns scarlet, words slipping out before he can stop them. “I’d do that again. For you.”
Obito grins. “Oh? Good. I want to see it.”
“Okay,” Kakashi says without thinking, smile blooming.
“Not right now.” Obito chuckles and looks toward the bathroom. “We need to shower. Rin is probably waiting to make sure we are actually alive.”
Kakashi sighs with regret even if he’s probably too tired to do anything.
Obito watches him for a beat, then steps forward again and scoops Kakashi into his arms in one smooth motion.
Kakashi lets out a startled noise. “What—Obito—?”
“You’re probably not going to be walking straight after all that,” Obito says with a smirk. “Let me save you the trouble.”
Kakashi goes red instantly, the heat flooding his face. He doesn’t argue, just buries his face against Obito’s shoulder in embarrassment, his smile hidden in the curve of his neck.
“Shut up,” he mutters, voice muffled.
Obito laughs quietly, holding him a little closer. “You’re welcome.”
“Did you get into a fight?” Rin asks as soon as they step into the living room. Her arms are crossed, but her lips twitch like she’s fighting a smile. Minato stands beside her, arms folded, wearing that calm but quietly disapproving look that somehow makes Kakashi feel thirteen again.
Kakashi immediately looks away, tugging half-heartedly at the collar of his shirt. Obito, unbothered and borderline smug, just lets his shirt hang open like it’s a badge of honor.
“We didn’t fight,” Obito replies casually.
“Really?” Rin raises a brow and gestures at the very obvious bruises scattered across both of them. “You look like you wrestled a wild animal.”
Minato clears his throat gently. “Rin asked me to take a look at the substance. We still don’t know exactly what it is, but we’ve narrowed it down. It seems to have strong physiological effects. A stimulant of some kind.”
“It was an aphrodisiac,” Obito supplies helpfully.
Kakashi scrunches his eyes shut as the room goes silent.
“It was what?” Rin asks, eyebrows raised disbelievingly.
Kakashi decides if he doesn’t speak, Obito’s going to make this worse. “It caused heightened arousal,” he says quickly, trying to get it over with. “Raised body temperature, made it painful to… not act on it. But it also didn’t last long. Just enough to trigger, um, reactions.”
“You were forced to have sex by this substance?” Minato asks carefully, watching their body language.
“Yes,” Obito replies. “But not unwillingly. It just… accelerated things.” He adds with a smirk, then slides his arm around Kakashi’s waist and yanks him close.
Kakashi makes a very undignified sound as his balance shifts and his face heats up again. He still can’t quite believe this is real, and having it all out in front of Rin and Minato is nerve-wracking after hiding it for so long.
“It only acted as a trigger,” Obito says smoothly. “Everything that followed was very mutual.” He pauses, then yanks Kakashi’s collar to the side with zero shame, revealing a cluster of dark marks blooming along the pale skin of his neck. “These are mine.”
“Obito—!” Kakashi protests, tugging his shirt back up. He tries not to turn even redder. It’s not even all embarrassment, and that’s more embarrassing.
“It’s true.” Obito shrugs, entirely unapologetic.
“Well, look who finally figured it out.” Rin snickers from where she’s standing. “I was starting to think you two were going to pine yourselves to the grave before one of you made a move.”
Kakashi blinks. “You knew?”
“Of course I did,” Rin says, rolling her eyes fondly. “You’ve both been tragically obvious ever since the Kannabi Bridge mission. I’m amazed no one else said anything”
Obito just shrugs again, arm sliding around Kakashi’s waist to pull him closer. “Then this worked out perfectly.”
“As long as it was consensual,” Minato says, stepping in with a pointed glance that somehow manages to be both awkward and kind. “Then all I care about is that you’re okay. Still, keep an eye out for any lingering symptoms.”
“Will do,” Obito says easily.
Kakashi doesn’t think he’d mind encountering it again, not if it means he could get railed so thoroughly by Obito again, but that’s probably not the best way to go about it. Besides, it seems he doesn’t need any excuses at all for this, not when Obito’s hand is already sliding down his hip and his thumb is hooked over his waistband.
Kakashi isn’t sure which part of this is more overwhelming—the lingering memory of Obito’s hands on him, or the fact that Obito’s still touching him, in front of their former sensei and teammate. He’s warm and slightly dizzy, not entirely from embarrassment.
Obito leans in close and murmurs low into his ear, “You look like you’re thinking of a hundred things and none of them is appropriate. Want to tell me?”
Kakashi chokes and turns crimson in a second flat.
“Obito,” he says, strangled.
“Mmh,” Obito hums, satisfied. “There it is.”
Kakashi tries to glare, but Obito only chuckles and lowers himself into one of his armchairs, taking Kakashi with him.
“Hey—” Kakashi starts, but Obito just shifts him easily, settling Kakashi on his lap like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
“You’ve been on your feet long enough,” Obito says, resting his chin on Kakashi’s shoulder with a satisfied sigh. “Sit still for once.”
“You’re—“ Kakashi tries, his voice pitching higher. “We’re in front of other people.”
“And?” Obito says, tightening his grip around Kakashi’s waist. “They’ve already seen everything that matters.”
Kakashi huffs, resisting the urge to bury his face in Obito’s neck. He doesn’t have the energy to pretend not to want this. He’s wanted it for years, and it’s still surreal to have it.
“You two are ridiculous,” Rin says, but there’s a smirk tugging at her mouth now.
Minato just shakes his head. “We’ll check in later. For now, take care of each other.”
“Thanks, sensei,” Obito says, not bothering to look up as they turn and walk out.
The door clicks shut, leaving only silence in its wake.
Obito’s arms loop lazily around his waist. “So. Want to tell me?”
“No,” Kakashi replies flatly, but the effect is ruined by the way his voice jumps halfway through.
“Hmm.” Obito trails a finger lazily down Kakashi’s arm. “You know, when you begged for me earlier—”
“Obito,” Kakashi says sharply, his hands twitching like he’s considering covering Obito’s mouth. Or maybe his own ears.
“—I kept thinking I’d imagined it,” Obito continues, undeterred. “You sounded so pretty. All breathy and needy. I didn’t think you’d ever look at me like that.”
Kakashi goes very still.
“But you did,” Obito adds, nuzzling the side of his neck. “And you still are.”
Kakashi gives an exasperated sigh, but it melts into something closer to contentment when Obito rests his chin lightly on his shoulder. He bleats half-heartedly, “Stop playing with me.”
“But I like the way you react when I do,” Obito murmurs back, his voice deep, warm, and entirely too pleased with himself. “Like this. Right here.”
“Unfair,” Kakashi tries for a grumble, but it comes out too fond to be convincing. “Tease.”
He still doesn’t know if he’ll ever get used to this, the ease of being wanted back, but Obito doesn’t seem to mind showing him how.