Balance: A drabble in about 20 minutes
Day awoke, sleepy and warm. It was the hour of birds and bakers and the occasional ambitious newspaper delivery boy. The morning light over Konoha was filtered and hazy as the air painted dew on the smallest insect and the largest building alike, and the hush of night still lingered in the shadowed streets.
One place the "hush of night" had already been chased far away, however, was Iruka's apartment.
"What part of 'fuck me harder' aren't you getting?!"
Kakashi growled as he slid a hand up Iruka's back and wound it in his hair, pulling back sharply. "I don't give a shit what you want."
Iruka gritted his teeth and hissed, exhaling with something that sounded like "hell, yeah".
"C'mon, Iruka," Kakashi taunted, his voice all velvet and sex, "put your back into it." With that, he ground his elbow into Iruka's spine and the hand twisted in his hair. Iruka buckled under the pressure, his hips pushed sharply into the air. It sent shocks of pain through his body, chased by waves of euphoria as the cock buried in his ass found another inch at the base, thick and hot and straining against his opening.
"Good boy, good boy," Kakashi whispered in his ear, grinding slowly. "Here's the part where I make you come," he explained cooly, clicking his tongue, "but I'm afraid I've been playing with you for so long that it's gonna be a loud, messy one." He sighed and ignored Iruka, pinned under him, gasping and panting desperately. "You have such a beautiful voice, too, when you cry out, but the neighbours are still asleep..."
Iruka only had a second to look back at him warily before his arms, firmly planted into the mattress, were taken out from under him and pinned against the small of his back. The hand in his hair now served to push his face into the bed, muffling his growled protests. Kakashi drove into Iruka mercilessly and his stifled cries rose and rose until he let out a long, harsh cry. Iruka's body arched and bowed against Kakashi, the undulations triggering his own release and he bit back his own cry.
It was a more reasonable hour that found Kakashi walking through the streets of Konoha, whistling merrily with an armful of clothes. People were bustling in and out of shops, the smell of food began to waft through the air as he checked off his errand list.
"Dropping off Iruka's dry cleaning again? You shouldn't let him push you around like that!"
Kakashi smiled sweetly. "It's all about balance."