Fic: Bound- a Birthday present for ookami_kasumi
“A sculpture of flesh and bone, a demon of desire held earthbound by only the thinnest of ropes.”
A brown eye, cloudy with bliss, rolled. “Spare me the fucking Icha Icha lines, asshole.”
“Now that’s no way to talk to the man who just gave you one of the best blow-jobs of your life.” Pale fingers smoothed across tanned skin, pausing to pluck at the silk ropes that crisscrossed it. “If the moans and impassioned shouts were any measure to go by, that is. Has anyone ever told you you’re damned loud in bed, sensei?”
“Fuck off!”
“Such language. Do you speak to your students with that mouth, sensei?”
“You know damn well I don’t. Get your rocks off and get the hell off of me. And stop calling me sensei like that!” Being bound didn’t stop Iruka from twisting around enough to get a knee under him and shove hard.
Kakashi fell to the bed with a surprised ‘whoof.’
Iruka snarled and began to work one hand free of the knots that held him. Despite the afterglow still thrumming in his blood, his anger gave him the concentration needed to work his way out of the torturous web of knots. He muttered under his breath, a long litany of profanities all directed at the man sprawled beside him.
Kakashi rubbed his chest with one hand and chuckled. “If I’d known you wanted to play rough tonight I’d have brought out the other fun toys I found in that box under your bed.”
“Ass.” Iruka shot him a glare. “I think you’ve had enough fun for the night. Get your shit and get out.”
Suddenly, that hand was on his throat, not pressing, but implying that it could.
“I’m not done yet, sensei.” Kakashi’s visible eye burned with feral hunger. His other hand grabbed the lattice of ropes across Iruka’s chest and tugged.
Hissing, Iruka arched up as the silk tightened against his nipples. “Fuck!” Raw desire lashed through him from just that subtle manipulation, but he wasn’t about to let the asshole pinning him to the bed have his way. He used the motion to test the bindings he had loosened.
But the movement wasn’t subtle enough.
In a blinding display of speed, Kakashi straddled him, caught his wrist, and with a deft twist, re-secured it. “Not that easy, sensei.”
Iruka growled low under his breath. “Bastard.”
Kakashi grinned ferally at him. His hand skimmed up under the hem of Iruka’s patterned haori.
There was a second, thinner silk cord tied in intricate patterns around Iruka’s cock and balls, running up the crack of his ass to join with the other rope around his waist. There were several carefully placed knots, one of which was pressing on his perineum and sending jolts of white-hot need up his spine.
Iruka came up off the bed with a strangled yowl that would have been embarrassing in other circumstances.
Panting, he twisted in his bonds, driving his hips up. His bound erection slid up the cleft of Kakashi’s ass and he hissed at the additional stimulation.
“Ah-ah,” Kakashi scolded. He adroitly pinned Iruka’s hips to the bed, “I’m the one on top, here.”
That smug remark cut right through the haze of arousal that had dulled Iruka’s ire.
“Get. The. Hell. Off!”
A wiser man would have sensed the impending explosion and gotten the hell out of there. Or at least made sure his dangly bits weren’t in range.
Kakashi did neither. “I’m trying to.” He purred.
Iruka’s breath hissed through his teeth and he lifted his head to glare at the man straddling his waist. “You,” he said clearly, “are an idiot.”
He didn’t give Kakashi time to wonder how he had gotten his legs free before he scissored them tightly around the copy-nin’s waist and reversed their positions. He freed his other hand and pinned Kakashi’s wrists to the bed.
Kakashi looked surprised for a moment, but his uncovered eye quickly regained the predatory heat. “I thought you looked good before, but you look fuck-off awesome now.” His gaze traced the ropes still binding Iruka’s chest before dropping lower.
“Compliments will get you nowhere at this point.” Iruka growled.
Kakashi’s eye darted down to where the flared head of Iruka’s cock peeked out from under the haori and he licked his lips. “I don’t know…” He began.
Iruka tightened his thigh muscles around Kakashi in a punishing hold. “Whatever you’re thinking, don’t.” He relaxed his legs. “This lost all amusement when I woke up with a senbon puncture in my neck and tied up like your own personal playtoy.” He hissed.
Kakashi had evidently figured out that he was in the wrong. “But I thought you liked being tied up.”
“When I choose, and when I’m not knocked out like some enemy nin!”
Kakashi flinched.
Iruka reined in his temper and settled back, his ass-cheeks cradling Kakashi’s erection, which showed no signs of waning.
“Uh…”
Iruka freed a hand to leisurely trail down Kakashi’s chest. He pinched a nipple hard, just shy of actual pain.
“Pay attention.” He scolded.
Kakashi’s gray eye snapped back up to his face. “Meh?”
Iruka bared his teeth. It wasn’t a smile. “I’m willing to put up with a lot. I let you try out this and that scene from Jiraiya’s books. I have no objection to occasionally getting fucked up against an alley wall where anyone might walk by and see. I don’t even mind when you come in still bloody from a mission and fuck me so rough that I have to heal myself before I can move. But…”
“But what?”
“I won’t put up with broken promises. You promised last time, that this time you were the one getting tied up.”
Smiling, Iruka ran a length of rope through his fingers and let the end of it lick over Kakashi’s stomach.
Kakashi’s eyes widened. “Oh, shit…”
“Time for your punishment.” Iruka grinned. “Hope you have no plans for tomorrow, because you’re not getting out of this bed.”
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A brown eye, cloudy with bliss, rolled. “Spare me the fucking Icha Icha lines, asshole.”
“Now that’s no way to talk to the man who just gave you one of the best blow-jobs of your life.” Pale fingers smoothed across tanned skin, pausing to pluck at the silk ropes that crisscrossed it. “If the moans and impassioned shouts were any measure to go by, that is. Has anyone ever told you you’re damned loud in bed, sensei?”
“Fuck off!”
“Such language. Do you speak to your students with that mouth, sensei?”
“You know damn well I don’t. Get your rocks off and get the hell off of me. And stop calling me sensei like that!” Being bound didn’t stop Iruka from twisting around enough to get a knee under him and shove hard.
Kakashi fell to the bed with a surprised ‘whoof.’
Iruka snarled and began to work one hand free of the knots that held him. Despite the afterglow still thrumming in his blood, his anger gave him the concentration needed to work his way out of the torturous web of knots. He muttered under his breath, a long litany of profanities all directed at the man sprawled beside him.
Kakashi rubbed his chest with one hand and chuckled. “If I’d known you wanted to play rough tonight I’d have brought out the other fun toys I found in that box under your bed.”
“Ass.” Iruka shot him a glare. “I think you’ve had enough fun for the night. Get your shit and get out.”
Suddenly, that hand was on his throat, not pressing, but implying that it could.
“I’m not done yet, sensei.” Kakashi’s visible eye burned with feral hunger. His other hand grabbed the lattice of ropes across Iruka’s chest and tugged.
Hissing, Iruka arched up as the silk tightened against his nipples. “Fuck!” Raw desire lashed through him from just that subtle manipulation, but he wasn’t about to let the asshole pinning him to the bed have his way. He used the motion to test the bindings he had loosened.
But the movement wasn’t subtle enough.
In a blinding display of speed, Kakashi straddled him, caught his wrist, and with a deft twist, re-secured it. “Not that easy, sensei.”
Iruka growled low under his breath. “Bastard.”
Kakashi grinned ferally at him. His hand skimmed up under the hem of Iruka’s patterned haori.
There was a second, thinner silk cord tied in intricate patterns around Iruka’s cock and balls, running up the crack of his ass to join with the other rope around his waist. There were several carefully placed knots, one of which was pressing on his perineum and sending jolts of white-hot need up his spine.
Iruka came up off the bed with a strangled yowl that would have been embarrassing in other circumstances.
Panting, he twisted in his bonds, driving his hips up. His bound erection slid up the cleft of Kakashi’s ass and he hissed at the additional stimulation.
“Ah-ah,” Kakashi scolded. He adroitly pinned Iruka’s hips to the bed, “I’m the one on top, here.”
That smug remark cut right through the haze of arousal that had dulled Iruka’s ire.
“Get. The. Hell. Off!”
A wiser man would have sensed the impending explosion and gotten the hell out of there. Or at least made sure his dangly bits weren’t in range.
Kakashi did neither. “I’m trying to.” He purred.
Iruka’s breath hissed through his teeth and he lifted his head to glare at the man straddling his waist. “You,” he said clearly, “are an idiot.”
He didn’t give Kakashi time to wonder how he had gotten his legs free before he scissored them tightly around the copy-nin’s waist and reversed their positions. He freed his other hand and pinned Kakashi’s wrists to the bed.
Kakashi looked surprised for a moment, but his uncovered eye quickly regained the predatory heat. “I thought you looked good before, but you look fuck-off awesome now.” His gaze traced the ropes still binding Iruka’s chest before dropping lower.
“Compliments will get you nowhere at this point.” Iruka growled.
Kakashi’s eye darted down to where the flared head of Iruka’s cock peeked out from under the haori and he licked his lips. “I don’t know…” He began.
Iruka tightened his thigh muscles around Kakashi in a punishing hold. “Whatever you’re thinking, don’t.” He relaxed his legs. “This lost all amusement when I woke up with a senbon puncture in my neck and tied up like your own personal playtoy.” He hissed.
Kakashi had evidently figured out that he was in the wrong. “But I thought you liked being tied up.”
“When I choose, and when I’m not knocked out like some enemy nin!”
Kakashi flinched.
Iruka reined in his temper and settled back, his ass-cheeks cradling Kakashi’s erection, which showed no signs of waning.
“Uh…”
Iruka freed a hand to leisurely trail down Kakashi’s chest. He pinched a nipple hard, just shy of actual pain.
“Pay attention.” He scolded.
Kakashi’s gray eye snapped back up to his face. “Meh?”
Iruka bared his teeth. It wasn’t a smile. “I’m willing to put up with a lot. I let you try out this and that scene from Jiraiya’s books. I have no objection to occasionally getting fucked up against an alley wall where anyone might walk by and see. I don’t even mind when you come in still bloody from a mission and fuck me so rough that I have to heal myself before I can move. But…”
“But what?”
“I won’t put up with broken promises. You promised last time, that this time you were the one getting tied up.”
Smiling, Iruka ran a length of rope through his fingers and let the end of it lick over Kakashi’s stomach.
Kakashi’s eyes widened. “Oh, shit…”
“Time for your punishment.” Iruka grinned. “Hope you have no plans for tomorrow, because you’re not getting out of this bed.”
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