[Fic] Untitled
Title: Untitled
Author: creepy_crawly
Characters/Pairings: KakaIru
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mansex. RAWR
Disclaimer: No own. No money. No shame.
Summary: Written for chibinecco’s birthday in July of 2006.
Iruka sat down on the couch. He had papers to grade in one hand and a tub of Chubby Hubby ice cream in the other. Sighing contentedly, he propped his bandaged leg on the low coffee table while he turned the telly on. He hit ‘play’ on the DVD player, opened the ice cream, and got to work, grading papers while RENT played on the screen.
Tsunade had asked him to instruct some of the advanced classes while he was off on sick leave, and he hadn’t been able to tell her no. As it turned out, the advanced classes were all good classes, and the people in them were quite intelligent. Teaching them was as fun as his old special op training missions, minus the blood and guts. And speaking of blood and guts…
“Oekari, Kakashi,” he smiled, not even bothering to look up. “Go upstairs and shower. Put that uniform in the hamper; there’re clean clothes on the bed.”
“Tadaima,” Kakashi murmured wearily, going upstairs. His steps were slow, as if he ached. Iruka soon heard the rush of the hot water running through the pipes. Kakashi remained under the rushing fall for quite some time, washing away the bloody signs of his sins. As the water shut off, Iruka made a mental note to do the laundry first thing in the morning. He had always made a point of having a clean uniform ready for Kakashi whenever he got home, and Kakashi always came home before turning in his mission reports on days Iruka wasn’t in the office.
Kakashi came down the stairs slowly. Iruka shifted slightly, moving the ice cream and papers. As he started to move his foot, Kakashi set a hand on his leg.
“Don’t,” he said, voice creaky and rough around the edges. Carefully, he lifted Iruka’s bandaged leg gently along with the other, and then sat down. Once seated, he gently draped his lover’s legs over his lap. Iruka wriggled around a little, getting comfortable without disturbing Kakashi. He offered him the ice cream, spoon jutting from the corner of his mouth as he worked on grading his papers.
Kakashi smiled exhaustedly. Tugging the spoon out of Iruka’s mouth, he plunged it into the ice cream and ate some.
Iruka watched the older man carefully over the edge of his papers. He looked tired and worn around the edges.
“Tough mission, Kakashi?” he asked softly.
The jounin nodded slightly, putting down the ice cream. Gently, he shifted Iruka’s legs and stretched out on the couch next to Iruka. He wrapped his arms tightly around the little chuunin, tucking the dark head under his chin. “It was awful,” he whimpered.
Slowly, Iruka set the papers down and wrapped his arms around his lover. He snuggled against Kakashi, letting the older man cuddle closely to him for warmth and comfort. Iruka moved bonelessly, shifting carefully so that he didn’t jar his still-somewhat-sore leg. Kakashi grasped him tightly, clutching him close like a child who fears the darkness under his bed.
“Oh, Kakashi,” Iruka whispered helplessly. He pressed a gentle line of kisses on his lover’s forehead, comforting him as best he knew how. “Oh, Kakashi,” he repeated softly. “What went wrong?”
Kakashi began to cry softly into Iruka’s shoulder. They were wrenching, broken sobs, and Iruka felt his chest squeeze so hard it hurt. He buried his face in Kakashi’s thick hair, whispering meaningless words of comfort to him.
“Shh, shh, shh,” he whispered. “It’s okay, Kakashi. It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not,” Kakashi choked out. “I…I had to kill you,” he wailed painfully.
The cage of Iruka’s arms slammed tight about Kakashi. “H-how?”
Kakashi whimpered slightly. “I-I hade that picture-that one of us,” he whispered. “I fought the guy once, and I think it fell out of my pocket when I pulled out a shuriken, because that night-that night…”
“What happened?” Iruka asked, sliding open-mouthed kisses along Kakashi’s neck.
“You…you came to me,” Kakashi whispered. “It was late at night. I thought I was dreaming. He-he wore your face,” he continued, trailing his hands over Iruka’s torso. “He wore your skin.” He pulled the teacher’s face down to meet his own and kissed him, pulling him close as his tongue dove into his mouth.
Iruka moaned and pulled away slightly for breath. “What-what happened?”
Kakashi sank his hands beneath Iruka’s shirt, playing along the soft skin beneath it. Iruka pulled him into another deep kiss, tacitly accepting his lover’s avoidance of the issue. Kakashi tugged him close, plundering his mouth with a desperate passion.
“He-he kissed me,” Kakashi panted, fingers working over the soft ridges of Iruka’s abs.
“Like this?” Iruka hissed, kissing Kakashi forcefully.
“Yes!” the silver-haired nin moaned. He wove his hands through Iruka’s soft, dark hair. Kakashi moaned into the kiss again as Iruka deepened it, as if though attempting to wipe all of the enemy’s taint from Kakashi’s lips and mouth. Soon, however, air became a pressing need.
“What else did he do?” Iruka demanded, pulling away roughly.
Kakashi sighed. “He-he touched me,” he gasped as Iruka’s hands slid up under his shirt. “His-his hands-they touched my chest,” he panted roughly as Iruka’s hands moved over his skin. “Please,” he pleaded. “Please!”
Iruka toyed with his lover’s nipples, feeling them rise and harden beneath his fingertips. Kakashi moaned wantonly beneath his tough, arching in pleasure. Iruka leant over and captured his pale mouth in a deep kiss, sucking on his tongue. Iruka tugged away suddenly, sitting up. His left hand kept toying with Kakashi as his right worked on unzipping the uniform vest he was wearing. Kakashi’s rough moans only spurred him on.
The silver-haired man yanked him down suddenly, kissing him fiercely. Iruka moaned into the kiss, wrapping his tongue around Kakashi’s and sucking. The jounin arched up against him, and Iruka let his fingers trickle down his sides before breaking the kiss.
“Let’s…take this back to the…the bedroom, eh?” he panted, barely able to drag his lips away from Kakashi’s for the length of time necessary to speak.
“Yeah, okay,” Kakashi panted, letting his lover pull him to his feet. His hands slid down under Iruka’s pants, caressing the chuunin’s ass as he walked.
“Stop that,” Iruka gasped, closing the bedroom door behind them. “‘Smy turn to take care of you.”
“Oh, really?”
“Mmm hmmm,” Iruka purred. His hands slid up around Kakashi’s strong arms, caressing and massaging as they reached his shoulders. Quickly, Iruka looped his fingers under the other man’s vest and drew it off, tossing it to the far reaches of the room. He smiled, fingers now tracing nonsense patterns over the fabric on his lover’s back.
Kakashi’s hands ran gently over Iruka’s chest, fingertips mapping out the texture of his skin. They ran teasingly over the gentle rise and fall of his abs, making the skin twitch and jump expectantly. Up to his pecs, Kakashi’s thin fingers finding every pale scar that marked his lover’s skin. He traced them lovingly before smirking and letting his hands run up to the shorter man’s nipples.
Iruka whimpered slightly as Kakashi ran rings around his nipple with a blunt fingernail. The whimper quickly became a harsh gasp as Kakashi leant forward and placed his mouth on the sensitive nub of flesh, tongue swirling wickedly.
“Oh…oh god,” he gasped. “God, Kakashi!”
Kakashi laughed slightly before trailing his mouth across Iruka’s chest to the other nipple. Iruka keened, hands clenching and unclenching fitfully as Kakashi repeated his ministrations on it. The jounin grinned wickedly as he watched his lover squeeze his eyes shut, head thrown back in pleasure.
“Like that?” he rasped, drawing his mouth away. With one hand he cupped the chuunin’s ass and drew their hips closer. The other went to the falling ponytail, tugging at the band. Finally, Kakashi had it out. He threw it on the floor, running his hands through Iruka’s soft, loose hair.
“God,” Iruka hissed, eyes still closed. “How ‘bout I show you?”
Kakashi smirked, watching Iruka’s dark eyes flash as they snapped open. The chuunin smirked back and began trailing his hands along the soft cotton of the other man’s shirt. Once he reached the hem, he gently grasped it and began to draw the soft fabric up and over Kakashi’s head, mouth following his hands.
Moaning, Kakashi let his lover pull his shirt up, raising his arms to assist him in getting it off of him while he watched Iruka swirling his tongue in his bellybutton. Those dark eyes opened slowly, watching Kakashi watch him. Teasingly, the chuunin traced tattoo that decorated Kakashi’s hips, tongue running over the lines that disappeared beneath the hem of his pants. The jounin moaned, remembering suddenly that Iruka had served three years in Covert Ops and therefore knew more about sex than anyone else alive.
And god, but that look promised some very glorious sex.
One strong, tan hand planted itself in the middle of his chest, fingers splayed. Without even lifting his head from the twitching muscles of Kakashi’s stomach, Iruka pushed him backwards. Half surprised, Kakashi fell back onto the bed. Iruka slid between his legs, mouth wickedly close to Kakashi’s throbbing erection. Grinning, the chuunin mouthed the bulge in his pants gently before he pushed himself to his feet and climbed on the bed. Straddling Kakashi’s hips, he continued his assault on the man’s abdomen.
Soft lips trailed up Kakashi’s ribs, lingering over the scars that sliced through the pale skin. Iruka’s tongue flitted out and quickly flitted over each of the ridges in his skin, all a shade or two paler than the rest of Kakashi’s flesh. Just as quickly, he darted up along his lover’s body, tongue laving the other man’s nipples.
“Oh, god, Iruka,” Kakashi hissed, fingers clamping down on the other’s hips. There would probably be bruises the next morning, but he really, really didn’t care, so long as Iruka kept on doing what he was doing.
But Iruka pulled his mouth from Kakashi’s chest and smirked. “Pants off,” he declared, hand snaking down to work on the loose jeans that were already half falling off of the other nin.
Kakashi groaned and bucked his hips up into Iruka’s grasp. Laughing slightly at his desperation, Iruka quickly undid the button. The zip he drew down slowly, teasingly, wickedly. Once that was done, he seized the edge of the denim and quickly yanked the barrier away from Kakashi’s skin. Said nin wriggled helpfully, eager to feel Iruka’s skin against his own.
“You’re overdressed, love,” he panted.
“So I am,” Iruka observed. Carefully, he balanced against the edge of the bed and twisted his body into a position Kakashi was entirely sure no one but contortionists and former covert ops members could attain. He wasn’t complaining, mind, because Iruka’s flexibility had led to several very interesting experiences over the years. He watched silently as Iruka pushed himself into a half-handstand, toes catching the end of one of the pant legs of his soft sleep pants. Then, twisting into yet another wicked position, he drew them off, fabric sliding slowly up, up and away, leaving his smooth, tan skin in its place.
“How’s…that?” Iruka panted, smirking upside-down at Kakashi as he used his feet to toss his pants in the general direction of the closet.
“Fucking hot,” the older man purred, sitting up and catching Iruka’s slim hips in the cage of his hands once more. “How long do you think you can hold that position?”
“Long enough for anything you’ve got, old man,” Iruka teased. The red tinting his face lessened slowly as he pushed chakra into maintaining a natural blood flow.
“Mmm,” Kakashi remarked, eyeing the hard length that was at forehead height. Thoughtfully, he extended his tongue, pushed himself up, and traced the throbbing vein that was presented from that angle.
Iruka gasped suddenly, arms trembling violently as he almost lost control of the position. “Fuck!” he yelped.
“Have I ever mentioned how much I love your covert training?” Kakashi asked. “I mean, seriously, you are one of the few people I know more comfortable not wearing underwear…besides myself, of course.” His tongue darted along Iruka’s cock once more, leaving another wet stripe in its wake. “But I must say, I think your training is slipping. I remember a time when you could hang upside down from the rafters for two hours.”
“Yeah, well, I wasn’t exactly getting my dick sucked at the time,” Iruka grunted. Slowly, he lowered himself so that his shoulders were taking most of his weight, head tucked chin to chest. The move brought his erection closer to Kakashi’s mouth, as well as bringing his mouth closer to Kakashi’s.
The copy-nin took the invitation for what it was and quickly brought Iruka into his mouth. He sucked wickedly, mouth tight and hot around the teacher’s throbbing length. Teasingly, he pulled away and let his tongue trace along him before sucking him back into his mouth and starting in earnest.
Iruka moaned lightly as he watched his cock disappear into Kakashi’s hot mouth and reappear again before disappearing a second time. The other man raised an inquisitive eyebrow, and Iruka got the message. Quickly, he began to return the favor. He began by licking wet stripes along the older man’s length. He then quickly flicked his tongue along the tip, licking up the clear bead of fluid dripping from the tip. He moaned slightly; he loved the taste of Kakashi.
The teacher could feel the heat coiling low (or was it high? In this position, he had no clue) in his belly. That prompted him to latch his lips around Kakashi’s length and begin sucking. He let his tongue to continue its wicked dance as he did so. Iruka was pleased to see the look on Kakashi’s face; a history of being a slut-spy certainly did pay off for some things.
Suddenly, Kakashi moaned, and Iruka couldn’t help but join him. The vibrations along Iruka’s cock were just so…so…so…
“Gah!” Iruka all but screamed, coming violently in Kakashi’s mouth.
Kakashi swallowed quickly, almost desperately, and then pushed Iruka’s hips away, forcing the chuunin to flip slightly to the side. He landed awkwardly, but quickly righted himself.
“The…hell?” Iruka panted, still hazy from his orgasm.
“Didn’t…want to…to choke you,” Kakashi laughed by way of explanation, achingly hard.
Iruka eyed him for a fraction of a second before accepting the position change and diving upon him, sucking him in all the way to the root. Then he swallowed.
Kakashi came, screaming something that could have been anything, but was most likely Iruka’s name.
The chuunin swallowed, then continued suckling lightly until Kakashi tugged him away and pulled him up for a kiss. He moaned slightly; he could taste himself on Kakashi’s tongue, and knew that the jounin could do the same.
“Mmm,” Kakashi purred, laying back slowly. “That was nice.”
Iruka chuckled tiredly. “Yeah, it was,” he agreed, tugging the blanket up over their hips. “Sleep?” he added hopefully.
“Like I have a choice after that,” Kakashi laughed, yawning slightly. He wrapped his arms around the chuunin and pulled him close, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.
“Love you, ‘Kashi,” Iruka murmured, cuddling against his lover’s pale chest as he began to drift into sleep.
“And I love you,” Kakashi answered, smiling possessively and curling up, too.
Author: creepy_crawly
Characters/Pairings: KakaIru
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mansex. RAWR
Disclaimer: No own. No money. No shame.
Summary: Written for chibinecco’s birthday in July of 2006.
Iruka sat down on the couch. He had papers to grade in one hand and a tub of Chubby Hubby ice cream in the other. Sighing contentedly, he propped his bandaged leg on the low coffee table while he turned the telly on. He hit ‘play’ on the DVD player, opened the ice cream, and got to work, grading papers while RENT played on the screen.
Tsunade had asked him to instruct some of the advanced classes while he was off on sick leave, and he hadn’t been able to tell her no. As it turned out, the advanced classes were all good classes, and the people in them were quite intelligent. Teaching them was as fun as his old special op training missions, minus the blood and guts. And speaking of blood and guts…
“Oekari, Kakashi,” he smiled, not even bothering to look up. “Go upstairs and shower. Put that uniform in the hamper; there’re clean clothes on the bed.”
“Tadaima,” Kakashi murmured wearily, going upstairs. His steps were slow, as if he ached. Iruka soon heard the rush of the hot water running through the pipes. Kakashi remained under the rushing fall for quite some time, washing away the bloody signs of his sins. As the water shut off, Iruka made a mental note to do the laundry first thing in the morning. He had always made a point of having a clean uniform ready for Kakashi whenever he got home, and Kakashi always came home before turning in his mission reports on days Iruka wasn’t in the office.
Kakashi came down the stairs slowly. Iruka shifted slightly, moving the ice cream and papers. As he started to move his foot, Kakashi set a hand on his leg.
“Don’t,” he said, voice creaky and rough around the edges. Carefully, he lifted Iruka’s bandaged leg gently along with the other, and then sat down. Once seated, he gently draped his lover’s legs over his lap. Iruka wriggled around a little, getting comfortable without disturbing Kakashi. He offered him the ice cream, spoon jutting from the corner of his mouth as he worked on grading his papers.
Kakashi smiled exhaustedly. Tugging the spoon out of Iruka’s mouth, he plunged it into the ice cream and ate some.
Iruka watched the older man carefully over the edge of his papers. He looked tired and worn around the edges.
“Tough mission, Kakashi?” he asked softly.
The jounin nodded slightly, putting down the ice cream. Gently, he shifted Iruka’s legs and stretched out on the couch next to Iruka. He wrapped his arms tightly around the little chuunin, tucking the dark head under his chin. “It was awful,” he whimpered.
Slowly, Iruka set the papers down and wrapped his arms around his lover. He snuggled against Kakashi, letting the older man cuddle closely to him for warmth and comfort. Iruka moved bonelessly, shifting carefully so that he didn’t jar his still-somewhat-sore leg. Kakashi grasped him tightly, clutching him close like a child who fears the darkness under his bed.
“Oh, Kakashi,” Iruka whispered helplessly. He pressed a gentle line of kisses on his lover’s forehead, comforting him as best he knew how. “Oh, Kakashi,” he repeated softly. “What went wrong?”
Kakashi began to cry softly into Iruka’s shoulder. They were wrenching, broken sobs, and Iruka felt his chest squeeze so hard it hurt. He buried his face in Kakashi’s thick hair, whispering meaningless words of comfort to him.
“Shh, shh, shh,” he whispered. “It’s okay, Kakashi. It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not,” Kakashi choked out. “I…I had to kill you,” he wailed painfully.
The cage of Iruka’s arms slammed tight about Kakashi. “H-how?”
Kakashi whimpered slightly. “I-I hade that picture-that one of us,” he whispered. “I fought the guy once, and I think it fell out of my pocket when I pulled out a shuriken, because that night-that night…”
“What happened?” Iruka asked, sliding open-mouthed kisses along Kakashi’s neck.
“You…you came to me,” Kakashi whispered. “It was late at night. I thought I was dreaming. He-he wore your face,” he continued, trailing his hands over Iruka’s torso. “He wore your skin.” He pulled the teacher’s face down to meet his own and kissed him, pulling him close as his tongue dove into his mouth.
Iruka moaned and pulled away slightly for breath. “What-what happened?”
Kakashi sank his hands beneath Iruka’s shirt, playing along the soft skin beneath it. Iruka pulled him into another deep kiss, tacitly accepting his lover’s avoidance of the issue. Kakashi tugged him close, plundering his mouth with a desperate passion.
“He-he kissed me,” Kakashi panted, fingers working over the soft ridges of Iruka’s abs.
“Like this?” Iruka hissed, kissing Kakashi forcefully.
“Yes!” the silver-haired nin moaned. He wove his hands through Iruka’s soft, dark hair. Kakashi moaned into the kiss again as Iruka deepened it, as if though attempting to wipe all of the enemy’s taint from Kakashi’s lips and mouth. Soon, however, air became a pressing need.
“What else did he do?” Iruka demanded, pulling away roughly.
Kakashi sighed. “He-he touched me,” he gasped as Iruka’s hands slid up under his shirt. “His-his hands-they touched my chest,” he panted roughly as Iruka’s hands moved over his skin. “Please,” he pleaded. “Please!”
Iruka toyed with his lover’s nipples, feeling them rise and harden beneath his fingertips. Kakashi moaned wantonly beneath his tough, arching in pleasure. Iruka leant over and captured his pale mouth in a deep kiss, sucking on his tongue. Iruka tugged away suddenly, sitting up. His left hand kept toying with Kakashi as his right worked on unzipping the uniform vest he was wearing. Kakashi’s rough moans only spurred him on.
The silver-haired man yanked him down suddenly, kissing him fiercely. Iruka moaned into the kiss, wrapping his tongue around Kakashi’s and sucking. The jounin arched up against him, and Iruka let his fingers trickle down his sides before breaking the kiss.
“Let’s…take this back to the…the bedroom, eh?” he panted, barely able to drag his lips away from Kakashi’s for the length of time necessary to speak.
“Yeah, okay,” Kakashi panted, letting his lover pull him to his feet. His hands slid down under Iruka’s pants, caressing the chuunin’s ass as he walked.
“Stop that,” Iruka gasped, closing the bedroom door behind them. “‘Smy turn to take care of you.”
“Oh, really?”
“Mmm hmmm,” Iruka purred. His hands slid up around Kakashi’s strong arms, caressing and massaging as they reached his shoulders. Quickly, Iruka looped his fingers under the other man’s vest and drew it off, tossing it to the far reaches of the room. He smiled, fingers now tracing nonsense patterns over the fabric on his lover’s back.
Kakashi’s hands ran gently over Iruka’s chest, fingertips mapping out the texture of his skin. They ran teasingly over the gentle rise and fall of his abs, making the skin twitch and jump expectantly. Up to his pecs, Kakashi’s thin fingers finding every pale scar that marked his lover’s skin. He traced them lovingly before smirking and letting his hands run up to the shorter man’s nipples.
Iruka whimpered slightly as Kakashi ran rings around his nipple with a blunt fingernail. The whimper quickly became a harsh gasp as Kakashi leant forward and placed his mouth on the sensitive nub of flesh, tongue swirling wickedly.
“Oh…oh god,” he gasped. “God, Kakashi!”
Kakashi laughed slightly before trailing his mouth across Iruka’s chest to the other nipple. Iruka keened, hands clenching and unclenching fitfully as Kakashi repeated his ministrations on it. The jounin grinned wickedly as he watched his lover squeeze his eyes shut, head thrown back in pleasure.
“Like that?” he rasped, drawing his mouth away. With one hand he cupped the chuunin’s ass and drew their hips closer. The other went to the falling ponytail, tugging at the band. Finally, Kakashi had it out. He threw it on the floor, running his hands through Iruka’s soft, loose hair.
“God,” Iruka hissed, eyes still closed. “How ‘bout I show you?”
Kakashi smirked, watching Iruka’s dark eyes flash as they snapped open. The chuunin smirked back and began trailing his hands along the soft cotton of the other man’s shirt. Once he reached the hem, he gently grasped it and began to draw the soft fabric up and over Kakashi’s head, mouth following his hands.
Moaning, Kakashi let his lover pull his shirt up, raising his arms to assist him in getting it off of him while he watched Iruka swirling his tongue in his bellybutton. Those dark eyes opened slowly, watching Kakashi watch him. Teasingly, the chuunin traced tattoo that decorated Kakashi’s hips, tongue running over the lines that disappeared beneath the hem of his pants. The jounin moaned, remembering suddenly that Iruka had served three years in Covert Ops and therefore knew more about sex than anyone else alive.
And god, but that look promised some very glorious sex.
One strong, tan hand planted itself in the middle of his chest, fingers splayed. Without even lifting his head from the twitching muscles of Kakashi’s stomach, Iruka pushed him backwards. Half surprised, Kakashi fell back onto the bed. Iruka slid between his legs, mouth wickedly close to Kakashi’s throbbing erection. Grinning, the chuunin mouthed the bulge in his pants gently before he pushed himself to his feet and climbed on the bed. Straddling Kakashi’s hips, he continued his assault on the man’s abdomen.
Soft lips trailed up Kakashi’s ribs, lingering over the scars that sliced through the pale skin. Iruka’s tongue flitted out and quickly flitted over each of the ridges in his skin, all a shade or two paler than the rest of Kakashi’s flesh. Just as quickly, he darted up along his lover’s body, tongue laving the other man’s nipples.
“Oh, god, Iruka,” Kakashi hissed, fingers clamping down on the other’s hips. There would probably be bruises the next morning, but he really, really didn’t care, so long as Iruka kept on doing what he was doing.
But Iruka pulled his mouth from Kakashi’s chest and smirked. “Pants off,” he declared, hand snaking down to work on the loose jeans that were already half falling off of the other nin.
Kakashi groaned and bucked his hips up into Iruka’s grasp. Laughing slightly at his desperation, Iruka quickly undid the button. The zip he drew down slowly, teasingly, wickedly. Once that was done, he seized the edge of the denim and quickly yanked the barrier away from Kakashi’s skin. Said nin wriggled helpfully, eager to feel Iruka’s skin against his own.
“You’re overdressed, love,” he panted.
“So I am,” Iruka observed. Carefully, he balanced against the edge of the bed and twisted his body into a position Kakashi was entirely sure no one but contortionists and former covert ops members could attain. He wasn’t complaining, mind, because Iruka’s flexibility had led to several very interesting experiences over the years. He watched silently as Iruka pushed himself into a half-handstand, toes catching the end of one of the pant legs of his soft sleep pants. Then, twisting into yet another wicked position, he drew them off, fabric sliding slowly up, up and away, leaving his smooth, tan skin in its place.
“How’s…that?” Iruka panted, smirking upside-down at Kakashi as he used his feet to toss his pants in the general direction of the closet.
“Fucking hot,” the older man purred, sitting up and catching Iruka’s slim hips in the cage of his hands once more. “How long do you think you can hold that position?”
“Long enough for anything you’ve got, old man,” Iruka teased. The red tinting his face lessened slowly as he pushed chakra into maintaining a natural blood flow.
“Mmm,” Kakashi remarked, eyeing the hard length that was at forehead height. Thoughtfully, he extended his tongue, pushed himself up, and traced the throbbing vein that was presented from that angle.
Iruka gasped suddenly, arms trembling violently as he almost lost control of the position. “Fuck!” he yelped.
“Have I ever mentioned how much I love your covert training?” Kakashi asked. “I mean, seriously, you are one of the few people I know more comfortable not wearing underwear…besides myself, of course.” His tongue darted along Iruka’s cock once more, leaving another wet stripe in its wake. “But I must say, I think your training is slipping. I remember a time when you could hang upside down from the rafters for two hours.”
“Yeah, well, I wasn’t exactly getting my dick sucked at the time,” Iruka grunted. Slowly, he lowered himself so that his shoulders were taking most of his weight, head tucked chin to chest. The move brought his erection closer to Kakashi’s mouth, as well as bringing his mouth closer to Kakashi’s.
The copy-nin took the invitation for what it was and quickly brought Iruka into his mouth. He sucked wickedly, mouth tight and hot around the teacher’s throbbing length. Teasingly, he pulled away and let his tongue trace along him before sucking him back into his mouth and starting in earnest.
Iruka moaned lightly as he watched his cock disappear into Kakashi’s hot mouth and reappear again before disappearing a second time. The other man raised an inquisitive eyebrow, and Iruka got the message. Quickly, he began to return the favor. He began by licking wet stripes along the older man’s length. He then quickly flicked his tongue along the tip, licking up the clear bead of fluid dripping from the tip. He moaned slightly; he loved the taste of Kakashi.
The teacher could feel the heat coiling low (or was it high? In this position, he had no clue) in his belly. That prompted him to latch his lips around Kakashi’s length and begin sucking. He let his tongue to continue its wicked dance as he did so. Iruka was pleased to see the look on Kakashi’s face; a history of being a slut-spy certainly did pay off for some things.
Suddenly, Kakashi moaned, and Iruka couldn’t help but join him. The vibrations along Iruka’s cock were just so…so…so…
“Gah!” Iruka all but screamed, coming violently in Kakashi’s mouth.
Kakashi swallowed quickly, almost desperately, and then pushed Iruka’s hips away, forcing the chuunin to flip slightly to the side. He landed awkwardly, but quickly righted himself.
“The…hell?” Iruka panted, still hazy from his orgasm.
“Didn’t…want to…to choke you,” Kakashi laughed by way of explanation, achingly hard.
Iruka eyed him for a fraction of a second before accepting the position change and diving upon him, sucking him in all the way to the root. Then he swallowed.
Kakashi came, screaming something that could have been anything, but was most likely Iruka’s name.
The chuunin swallowed, then continued suckling lightly until Kakashi tugged him away and pulled him up for a kiss. He moaned slightly; he could taste himself on Kakashi’s tongue, and knew that the jounin could do the same.
“Mmm,” Kakashi purred, laying back slowly. “That was nice.”
Iruka chuckled tiredly. “Yeah, it was,” he agreed, tugging the blanket up over their hips. “Sleep?” he added hopefully.
“Like I have a choice after that,” Kakashi laughed, yawning slightly. He wrapped his arms around the chuunin and pulled him close, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.
“Love you, ‘Kashi,” Iruka murmured, cuddling against his lover’s pale chest as he began to drift into sleep.
“And I love you,” Kakashi answered, smiling possessively and curling up, too.