I Would Never Have Asked 7
Warnings: Umm, smut.
The first kiss led to another, the taste of sweet smooth chocolate shared between them, until Iruka pulled back and gave a little laugh. “Surely you don’t think I’m the kind of guy to put out on the first date, Kakashi-san,” he teased, as Kakashi’s body pressed against his own, one pale hand saving the precious box and moving it to the nightstand before it could be forgotten.
Kakashi smirked, running a hand through Iruka’s unbound hair. “Sure, and that’s why you got us a room, not just any room, but one with a nice big bed. And that’s why the owner, whom you spoke to in whispers even my ears couldn’t’ pick up, brought us a nice little package that included…” Kakashi reached back toward the nightstand for the little bag, raising an eyebrow. “Massage oil?”
Iruka blushed. “Was going to pamper you a little…” he muttered.
The jounin shook his head, smiling at his lover. “Nope. My turn to pamper you, Iru-chan. At least… pamper you first.” He tugged a bit at Iruka’s robe. “Why don’t you get this off, and I’ll give you a little massage?”
Raising en eyebrow, Iruka shrugged and shifted on the bed, untying his robe and sliding it off, the fabric sliding comfortably against his skin, and then slipping over the edge onto the floor. He stretched, his tan skin rippling over muscle, and then smirked. “So, how do you want me?”
Kakashi’s mouth ran dry for a second, and he had to force himself to remember what he’d intended to do. He pushed a bit at Iruka’s shoulder. “Lie on your stomach for me.”
Iruka’s eyes had a mischievous glint in them as he positioned himself, lying on the bed, and then wiggling his hips a little as if to get comfortable, aware of the way his ass was flexing, the temptation he was offering. He looked back over his shoulder at the copy-nin, grinning.
“Like this?”
A hand came down on his ass playfully, a single smack, and Kakashi stuck out his tongue. “Behave, Iru-chan.”
Iruka shivered a bit. He was reminded just how long it had been since he’d given up control, but… that wasn’t what this was, not now. Just Kakashi and Iruka, not a scene, not some role-reversal thing. Just himself and his new lover, his old friend, alone in this place.
He watched over his shoulder as Kakashi slid his own robe off, watched the light skin coming into view, the strong muscle, the map of scars across his lover’s body. He continued to watch as the older man took the bottle of massage oil, poured some into his palm, warmed it between his hands. Then Kakashi rolled his eyes and said, “Just relax, silly, don’t hurt your neck, you’ve seen me before.”
“Want to see you again, and again, and more and more,” Iruka muttered, but turned his head anyway, resting it against the pillow and letting Kakashi work unwatched. The first touch of a warm slick hand on his back made him realize how long it had been since anyone had given him a massage, and he was really grateful that Kakashi wanted to take care of him as well.
The large scar on Iruka’s back was something Kakashi had given a lot of thought to. He tried to think now, as he ran a hand over it, if he’d ever even really seen it. His mind ran back through their previous sexual encounters, but the one time he’d really taken Iruka from behind, they hadn’t even bothered to get undressed, had stumbled drunk into his apartment, pulled down pants just enough and gone at it on the floor.
I can’t believe, now, that we did those things. That we really thought we could just have sex once in a while and be friends… and now, as soon as we admitted it was something more, things just feel right.
Kakashi lavished attention over the tan skin, his strong hands working the muscle beneath, his sharp ears taking in every little comfortable relaxation sound Iruka made. He smiled softly, enjoying himself immensely, the feel of Iruka’s body under his hands.
He kneeled to one side of Iruka, stretching and leaning rather than moving to straddle the younger man, because he wanted to be sure he got through a good massage before thinking of anything else. And the way Iruka affected him, he somehow doubted that would happen with that well-shaped body beneath his own. Once again he admired Iruka’s self-control, remembering how the man had brought him to climax without allowing himself any release.
The copper skin gleamed with the oil on it. Kakashi found himself spellbound, fingers tracing random lines on Iruka’s body, and then realized his hands had drifted down and were playing over the pretty round ass. He’d been there, before, had been inside Iruka, and yet..
Not like this.
He smiled and gave one rounded cheek a firm grope.
Iruka let out a moan, and his head came up from the pillow, eyes focusing back on Kakashi again. “A massage, huh?” he asked playfully, but he was pressing down against the bed, a growing erection trapped between his body and the sheet.
“Yup,” agreed Kakashi, smiling innocently, and then moved past the very tempting butt, on to work at Iruka’s legs, both hands wrapped around one strong thigh.
The sensei made a soft little sound that might have been a sigh of disappointment, but what Kakashi was doing to his leg did feel good, so he let his head fall to the pillow again and relaxed into it.
By the time Kakashi was done with his legs and feet, Iruka was pretty sure he was never going to move again. Kakashi pulled at his shoulder, and he managed to roll over at the cue, but then he simply lay there looking up fuzzily, with a rather lazy smile on his face.
Kakashi shifted a bit on the bed, reaching past his lover to the box of truffles and snagging one, taking a bite before pressing the rest of the treat to Iruka’s lips.
It was indeed very good chocolate. Not that chocolate was really Kakashi’s thing, but he’d asked for the best, and apparently the shopkeeper knew his chocolate, because the jounin could see eating this stuff more often. If it weren’t so expensive, anyway.
The little sound of delight that Iruka made as he finished his own piece was even more delicious, and Kakashi wanted to hear more. But first, he had a question that was plaguing him. “Hey, Iru-chan… umm… you’re eventually going to.. fuck me in a scene, right?”
The sudden change of topic was tough for Iruka’s mind to handle, and he had to scramble for a second as he swallowed the last of the chocolate. “Well, yeah, eventually. You didn’t state that as one of your boundaries, and you seemed to be wondering why I didn’t, so I thought that was what you wanted.” He paused, licked his lips, looked up at his lover, scanning the slightly vulnerable-looking face. “Though I’d like our first time that way to not be in a scene,” he added, his voice soft.
Kakashi blushed and gave a little nod, then poured more of the massage oil onto his hands, warming it, and then starting to rub it into Iruka’s chest, marveling in the gleam of it against skin, the way it clung to the little hairs that spread across the broad chest. “I want that too,” he admitted. “For the first time not to be… while we’re doing that.”
He wasn’t going to go as far as to say that he wanted the first time to be tonight, but he didn’t meant to have to say it. In fact, he intended to make it entirely clear without using words at all. For now, he rubbed his way over Iruka’s chest, down over his belly.
“I’m glad we see it the same way,” Iruka replied, mildly. “Doesn’t have to be tonight though, I’m pretty relaxed.” He let his eyes close, enjoying the touch, and thus didn’t see the smile that crossed Kakashi’s face.
He also didn’t see as Kakashi ran his other hand behind his own body, the oil on his fingers making it easy to slide a finger into himself. He kept the moan he wanted to make silent, determined to keep his actions secret, a playful sort of lust swirling through him.
His own touches didn’t change, avoiding Iruka’s groin and moving on to massage his thigh, continuing to simply work the muscles as his free hand worked his own, stretching and sliding and making room.
He carefully avoided his own sweet spot, knowing he wouldn’t be able to keep silent if he brushed there, and as it was the feel of fingers opening him up for his lover was itself almost too much. It reminded him too much of the other night, the state of mind he’d been in, so foreign, a kind of freedom he didn’t quite understand yet.
Iruka cracked his eyes a little, looked up at Kakashi’s face. There was a strange expression there, and he hazily wondered about it as he whispered, “Mmm, this is nice, Kashi.”
The jounin’s hand was currently working at his leg, and Iruka was starting to wonder if maybe this was just a very nice massage after all. As much as the idea impressed him, he wanted more, and he made a little questioning sound.
At first Kakashi thought he had been found out, but Iruka’s eyes were on his face, and he smiled reassuringly and moved his hand up to wrap around his lover’s cock, stroking at it gently. “Shh, it’s okay, Iru-chan, going to take care of you. You can just close your eyes again and relax.”
Iruka smiled, decided that was indeed some good advice. He wiggled his hips and then pressed up a bit into the hand on him, enjoying the tender touch, and then gave a little whine when the hand stilled, wrapped around the base.
The whine turned into a very different noise as Kakashi’s weight shifted on the bed, and suddenly there was something pressing against Iruka’s erection. Something that felt very much like…
His eyes flew open to see Kakashi on his knees, straddling his body, one hand holding Iruka’s cock steady while he pressed his slick entrance against it. “Kashi?” he asked in surprise, but the word was all he got out, as the other man inched downwards, slowly. His eyes watched the slow descent, feasting on the view of their bodies joining, and then flew up to Kakashi’s face as he came to rest against Iruka’s hips.
“Told you I was going to take care of you,” said the jounin with a smirk, clenching his muscles tight around Iruka. The slight worried look that made itself known through Iruka’s surprise and desire caused his smile to soften a little. “It’s fine, I was careful.”
Iruka gave a small nod, realizing that had to be the case, or things wouldn’t have gone so well. He smiled back up at Kakashi, and then gave a low moan as the copy-nin worked his muscles again. “Certainly taking care of me,” he muttered, and then winked up at his lover and thrust his hips.
The playful banter fell away as Kakashi gave a little gasp and then moved as well, his strong legs pulling him up Iruka’s length and then down again. The movements themselves seemed playful though, as if the whole thing were a dance, each partner advancing and then retreating again, Iruka giving a small thrust followed by movements from Kakashi as well, both parties fully engaged in the activity.
After a few minutes of this, Iruka reached up to take Kakashi’s neglected member in his hand, adding a slow stroke to the stimulation, and Kakashi’s movements became less measured as he raced toward orgasm. Both their bodies shook as Iruka gave a single harder thrust, taking Kakashi over the edge. His release sprayed over Iruka’s hand, and then he found himself slumping a bit, gladly letting Iruka take over for the next few thrusts before finishing as well.
Afterward, they lay panting, Kakashi’s body sprawled over Iruka’s, his shaking overexerted legs tangled with the darker ones that still glinted of oil. Soft words of affection and gratitude were whispered between them, for their own ears only, and then two lovers drifted toward sleep, for the moment nothing more than that, lovers.
The first kiss led to another, the taste of sweet smooth chocolate shared between them, until Iruka pulled back and gave a little laugh. “Surely you don’t think I’m the kind of guy to put out on the first date, Kakashi-san,” he teased, as Kakashi’s body pressed against his own, one pale hand saving the precious box and moving it to the nightstand before it could be forgotten.
Kakashi smirked, running a hand through Iruka’s unbound hair. “Sure, and that’s why you got us a room, not just any room, but one with a nice big bed. And that’s why the owner, whom you spoke to in whispers even my ears couldn’t’ pick up, brought us a nice little package that included…” Kakashi reached back toward the nightstand for the little bag, raising an eyebrow. “Massage oil?”
Iruka blushed. “Was going to pamper you a little…” he muttered.
The jounin shook his head, smiling at his lover. “Nope. My turn to pamper you, Iru-chan. At least… pamper you first.” He tugged a bit at Iruka’s robe. “Why don’t you get this off, and I’ll give you a little massage?”
Raising en eyebrow, Iruka shrugged and shifted on the bed, untying his robe and sliding it off, the fabric sliding comfortably against his skin, and then slipping over the edge onto the floor. He stretched, his tan skin rippling over muscle, and then smirked. “So, how do you want me?”
Kakashi’s mouth ran dry for a second, and he had to force himself to remember what he’d intended to do. He pushed a bit at Iruka’s shoulder. “Lie on your stomach for me.”
Iruka’s eyes had a mischievous glint in them as he positioned himself, lying on the bed, and then wiggling his hips a little as if to get comfortable, aware of the way his ass was flexing, the temptation he was offering. He looked back over his shoulder at the copy-nin, grinning.
“Like this?”
A hand came down on his ass playfully, a single smack, and Kakashi stuck out his tongue. “Behave, Iru-chan.”
Iruka shivered a bit. He was reminded just how long it had been since he’d given up control, but… that wasn’t what this was, not now. Just Kakashi and Iruka, not a scene, not some role-reversal thing. Just himself and his new lover, his old friend, alone in this place.
He watched over his shoulder as Kakashi slid his own robe off, watched the light skin coming into view, the strong muscle, the map of scars across his lover’s body. He continued to watch as the older man took the bottle of massage oil, poured some into his palm, warmed it between his hands. Then Kakashi rolled his eyes and said, “Just relax, silly, don’t hurt your neck, you’ve seen me before.”
“Want to see you again, and again, and more and more,” Iruka muttered, but turned his head anyway, resting it against the pillow and letting Kakashi work unwatched. The first touch of a warm slick hand on his back made him realize how long it had been since anyone had given him a massage, and he was really grateful that Kakashi wanted to take care of him as well.
The large scar on Iruka’s back was something Kakashi had given a lot of thought to. He tried to think now, as he ran a hand over it, if he’d ever even really seen it. His mind ran back through their previous sexual encounters, but the one time he’d really taken Iruka from behind, they hadn’t even bothered to get undressed, had stumbled drunk into his apartment, pulled down pants just enough and gone at it on the floor.
I can’t believe, now, that we did those things. That we really thought we could just have sex once in a while and be friends… and now, as soon as we admitted it was something more, things just feel right.
Kakashi lavished attention over the tan skin, his strong hands working the muscle beneath, his sharp ears taking in every little comfortable relaxation sound Iruka made. He smiled softly, enjoying himself immensely, the feel of Iruka’s body under his hands.
He kneeled to one side of Iruka, stretching and leaning rather than moving to straddle the younger man, because he wanted to be sure he got through a good massage before thinking of anything else. And the way Iruka affected him, he somehow doubted that would happen with that well-shaped body beneath his own. Once again he admired Iruka’s self-control, remembering how the man had brought him to climax without allowing himself any release.
The copper skin gleamed with the oil on it. Kakashi found himself spellbound, fingers tracing random lines on Iruka’s body, and then realized his hands had drifted down and were playing over the pretty round ass. He’d been there, before, had been inside Iruka, and yet..
Not like this.
He smiled and gave one rounded cheek a firm grope.
Iruka let out a moan, and his head came up from the pillow, eyes focusing back on Kakashi again. “A massage, huh?” he asked playfully, but he was pressing down against the bed, a growing erection trapped between his body and the sheet.
“Yup,” agreed Kakashi, smiling innocently, and then moved past the very tempting butt, on to work at Iruka’s legs, both hands wrapped around one strong thigh.
The sensei made a soft little sound that might have been a sigh of disappointment, but what Kakashi was doing to his leg did feel good, so he let his head fall to the pillow again and relaxed into it.
By the time Kakashi was done with his legs and feet, Iruka was pretty sure he was never going to move again. Kakashi pulled at his shoulder, and he managed to roll over at the cue, but then he simply lay there looking up fuzzily, with a rather lazy smile on his face.
Kakashi shifted a bit on the bed, reaching past his lover to the box of truffles and snagging one, taking a bite before pressing the rest of the treat to Iruka’s lips.
It was indeed very good chocolate. Not that chocolate was really Kakashi’s thing, but he’d asked for the best, and apparently the shopkeeper knew his chocolate, because the jounin could see eating this stuff more often. If it weren’t so expensive, anyway.
The little sound of delight that Iruka made as he finished his own piece was even more delicious, and Kakashi wanted to hear more. But first, he had a question that was plaguing him. “Hey, Iru-chan… umm… you’re eventually going to.. fuck me in a scene, right?”
The sudden change of topic was tough for Iruka’s mind to handle, and he had to scramble for a second as he swallowed the last of the chocolate. “Well, yeah, eventually. You didn’t state that as one of your boundaries, and you seemed to be wondering why I didn’t, so I thought that was what you wanted.” He paused, licked his lips, looked up at his lover, scanning the slightly vulnerable-looking face. “Though I’d like our first time that way to not be in a scene,” he added, his voice soft.
Kakashi blushed and gave a little nod, then poured more of the massage oil onto his hands, warming it, and then starting to rub it into Iruka’s chest, marveling in the gleam of it against skin, the way it clung to the little hairs that spread across the broad chest. “I want that too,” he admitted. “For the first time not to be… while we’re doing that.”
He wasn’t going to go as far as to say that he wanted the first time to be tonight, but he didn’t meant to have to say it. In fact, he intended to make it entirely clear without using words at all. For now, he rubbed his way over Iruka’s chest, down over his belly.
“I’m glad we see it the same way,” Iruka replied, mildly. “Doesn’t have to be tonight though, I’m pretty relaxed.” He let his eyes close, enjoying the touch, and thus didn’t see the smile that crossed Kakashi’s face.
He also didn’t see as Kakashi ran his other hand behind his own body, the oil on his fingers making it easy to slide a finger into himself. He kept the moan he wanted to make silent, determined to keep his actions secret, a playful sort of lust swirling through him.
His own touches didn’t change, avoiding Iruka’s groin and moving on to massage his thigh, continuing to simply work the muscles as his free hand worked his own, stretching and sliding and making room.
He carefully avoided his own sweet spot, knowing he wouldn’t be able to keep silent if he brushed there, and as it was the feel of fingers opening him up for his lover was itself almost too much. It reminded him too much of the other night, the state of mind he’d been in, so foreign, a kind of freedom he didn’t quite understand yet.
Iruka cracked his eyes a little, looked up at Kakashi’s face. There was a strange expression there, and he hazily wondered about it as he whispered, “Mmm, this is nice, Kashi.”
The jounin’s hand was currently working at his leg, and Iruka was starting to wonder if maybe this was just a very nice massage after all. As much as the idea impressed him, he wanted more, and he made a little questioning sound.
At first Kakashi thought he had been found out, but Iruka’s eyes were on his face, and he smiled reassuringly and moved his hand up to wrap around his lover’s cock, stroking at it gently. “Shh, it’s okay, Iru-chan, going to take care of you. You can just close your eyes again and relax.”
Iruka smiled, decided that was indeed some good advice. He wiggled his hips and then pressed up a bit into the hand on him, enjoying the tender touch, and then gave a little whine when the hand stilled, wrapped around the base.
The whine turned into a very different noise as Kakashi’s weight shifted on the bed, and suddenly there was something pressing against Iruka’s erection. Something that felt very much like…
His eyes flew open to see Kakashi on his knees, straddling his body, one hand holding Iruka’s cock steady while he pressed his slick entrance against it. “Kashi?” he asked in surprise, but the word was all he got out, as the other man inched downwards, slowly. His eyes watched the slow descent, feasting on the view of their bodies joining, and then flew up to Kakashi’s face as he came to rest against Iruka’s hips.
“Told you I was going to take care of you,” said the jounin with a smirk, clenching his muscles tight around Iruka. The slight worried look that made itself known through Iruka’s surprise and desire caused his smile to soften a little. “It’s fine, I was careful.”
Iruka gave a small nod, realizing that had to be the case, or things wouldn’t have gone so well. He smiled back up at Kakashi, and then gave a low moan as the copy-nin worked his muscles again. “Certainly taking care of me,” he muttered, and then winked up at his lover and thrust his hips.
The playful banter fell away as Kakashi gave a little gasp and then moved as well, his strong legs pulling him up Iruka’s length and then down again. The movements themselves seemed playful though, as if the whole thing were a dance, each partner advancing and then retreating again, Iruka giving a small thrust followed by movements from Kakashi as well, both parties fully engaged in the activity.
After a few minutes of this, Iruka reached up to take Kakashi’s neglected member in his hand, adding a slow stroke to the stimulation, and Kakashi’s movements became less measured as he raced toward orgasm. Both their bodies shook as Iruka gave a single harder thrust, taking Kakashi over the edge. His release sprayed over Iruka’s hand, and then he found himself slumping a bit, gladly letting Iruka take over for the next few thrusts before finishing as well.
Afterward, they lay panting, Kakashi’s body sprawled over Iruka’s, his shaking overexerted legs tangled with the darker ones that still glinted of oil. Soft words of affection and gratitude were whispered between them, for their own ears only, and then two lovers drifted toward sleep, for the moment nothing more than that, lovers.