Naruto, "Penance," Iruka/Kakashi, NC-17
I started this about two weeks back, but with the stress of finals and applying for teaching jobs this summer, I didn't get a chance to finish it until now. It's NC-17 for porn, porn, and more porn, and it's dedicated with love to midori_ryu, who is in Japan right now, and to osuwari00 who is honestly just awesome.
Penance
by Mistr3ss Quickly
"GAH! Stop that!"
Kakashi tightened his legs around Iruka's waist and shook his head, digging the tips of his fingers into the tense, ticklish muscles just under the man's ribs. Iruka howled and jerked, struggling helplessly against the torture.
"'Take, quit it, I'm going to hurt-gah!-hurt you!"
Kakashi cocked his head, his unruly hair scrubbing against his pillow, and blinked at his lover. "Maa, it's okay, Iruka-sensei," he said. "You prepared me well enough, I can handle a bit of rough treatment."
Then he dug his fingers into Iruka's ribs, once again.
Iruka shrieked. "Stop it stop it stop it stop it!" he begged breathlessly, writhing in the prison of Kakashi's strong thighs, scrabbling for purchase on the smooth sheets of the bed.
Kakashi moaned softly, licking his lips as he tickled his lover again. Each of Iruka's desperate attempts at escape pulled him out, almost all the way, and each tug of the older man's thighs against his hipbones, preventing him from escaping, drove his erection back into Kakashi's body, hard and hot and deep. The pace was torturously slow, compared to the usual frenzy of their coupling, and the rhythm was irregular and erratic, nothing like Iruka's usual smooth, steady in-and-out.
Kakashi loved it.
Iruka, however, did not.
Panting and squirming, he'd given up on words and was simply howling in protest of Kakashi's tickling hands, cheeks flushed a delicious pink and eyes wide, cock as hard as ever inside his lover's body. He twisted away from Kakashi's left hand and lost his balance, pitching forward with a yelp, eyes wide as Kakashi caught him, reflexes as sharp in bed as they were in battle.
"Careful, Iruka-sensei, don't hurt yourself," said Kakashi, mildly.
Iruka glared at him, then quick-as-a-cat grabbed both of his lover's wrists and pinned them with his full weight against the soft cotton of the mattress, arguing them into immobility as he tugged his hairtie free of his unruly hair. "Impossible jounin," he panted, snapping the tie tightly around his lover's wrists.
"Probably," said Kakashi, tugging lightly at the elastic around his wrists and wiggling his hips, rubbing Iruka's erection against the muscles of his entrance, just enough to burn. "I didn't know you were ticklish."
"Oh yeah," said Iruka, "I'm ticklish. Know what else I am?"
Kakashi shook his head.
His lover leant close, warm breath tickling over Kakashi's lips.
"I'm really," said Iruka, thrusting his hips forward, hard, "not a big fan of-" another thrust "-being tickled." He paused, buried completely in Kakashi's body, dark eyes glittering in the low light of the bedroom as he watched his lover squirm beneath him. "And I don't forgive tickling very easily."
"Is that so?" said Kakashi. He wiggled his hips a little, precome dripping from the tip of his erection, pooling in the fine, pale hair beneath his navel. "Maa, then I'll have to beg for your forgiveness?"
Iruka snorted and rolled his hips, pulling out only a fraction before sinking back in, all the way. "You'll have to beg an awful lot to get me to forgive you for that, 'Take," he said. "I’m pretty upset, you know."
Kakashi wiggled his hips again. "I'm quite sorry," he said.
Iruka shook his head and thrust shallowly a few times. "Nowhere near good enough, 'Take," he said.
Kakashi bit his lower lip and gave his lover what Iruka suspected was intended to look like puppy-eyes. "I'm really sorry?"
"Not a chance," said Iruka, drawing his erection almost all the way out of his lover's body and pausing, humming softly as he sunk back in, slow and even.
Kakashi shivered. "I'm very sorry I tickled you, please do continue as you were, before?"
He'd not expected Iruka to laugh, but that's what was happening, the man's body shaking with mirth, his erection moving in frustrating little tremors, the friction maddeningly good and not nearly enough to satisfy. Kakashi whined.
"Maa, that's quite nice, Iruka-sensei," he said. "Please, do it some more, and a bit harder."
"You want it harder, 'Take?" said Iruka, arching an eyebrow.
Kakashi nodded, giving his lover a hopeful look.
His lover grinned. "Too bad," he said.
Kakashi tightened his legs around Iruka's waist.
Iruka allowed it, sinking in fully. "Now what?" he said.
"Hmm?"
"You've got me in," said Iruka. "How do you plan to get me back out again, 'Take?"
Kakashi blinked at him. Then he smiled. "Maa, eventually you'll get tired of waiting as well, Iruka-sensei."
"Don't call me that," said Iruka, automatically. "And what's to stop me from taking you as hard as I want, coming in you, then not letting you come, hmm?" He cocked his head. "I could do that, you know."
"But you won't," said Kakashi.
"Oh? And why not?"
Kakashi smiled and arched up, kissing Iruka on the lips before the younger man could pull out of range. "Because you're kind-hearted, especially towards me, and that sort of torture would hurt you worse than it would me," he said.
Iruka sighed. "Smartass jounin," he said.
"Probably," said Kakashi. He wiggled a little under his lover's weight. "Please, Iruka-sensei?"
"I told you to stop calling me that," said Iruka.
"Please, Iruka?" said Kakashi.
Iruka's eyes narrowed. "Are you sorry?"
Kakashi nodded.
"Won't do it ever again?"
Kakashi shook his head.
"Oh, all right then."
With a warm, genuine smile, Iruka leant down and kissed him, sliding both hands up Kakashi's strong arms, freeing his wrists from their flimsy bond, hips pumping his erection carefully in and out of his lover's body, far more slowly than necessary, Kakashi's body slick and stretched around him, warm and trembling with arousal. He moaned when he felt Kakashi's fingers thread through his hair, the older man's strong, talented hands cupping the back of his head, holding him still as they kissed, their bodies too close for Iruka to reach between to pleasure him. But all the same, it was good, the rub of Kakashi's body around his cock as he slid in and out, the warmth of Kakashi's breath, coming faster as they made love, all strength and power and tenderness and care.
"'Take," whispered Iruka, after a long moment of heavy breathing, thrusting harder into Kakashi's body, his rhythm faltering a little as he held himself up, just enough to speak. "'Take, I'm close ... I'm close ... going to come ..."
Kakashi groaned and lifted his hips, feet pressed flat against the mattress. "Come, then," he said, tightening around Iruka's cock, slipping one hand down to his own erection, stroking the head with quick little jerks of his hand. "Please."
The word was soft and barely audible, little more than a breath, but it was enough to make Iruka moan, head falling forward as he thrust into his lover, hard and fast and rough, far more brutal than he was ever willing to be, any other time. Kakashi groaned and shuddered, stroking himself in earnest, savoring the burn of Iruka's erection slamming into his body, enjoying the sight of the younger man, Iruka's body tight and muscular over him, controlled even in his passion.
When orgasm came, Iruka arched, eyes closed and brow furrowed as though the sensations were too intense, too sharp to be pleasurable, even as he cried Kakashi's name over and over, hips thrusting erratically, his cock flooding Kakashi's body with his semen. He shivered, once he'd finished, slumping forward bonelessly to take Kakashi's mouth in a sloppy, loving kiss, murmuring something against Kakashi's soft, slightly swollen lips.
Kakashi hummed happily into his lover's mouth and stroked himself harder, his anus tightening around Iruka's softening cock as he neared orgasm, balls drawing up tight under his stroking hand.
"Wait," said Iruka, breaking the kiss and pulling out, the burn of his cock sliding out of Kakashi's body dragging a throaty moan from the older man. "Let me suck you, 'Take. Don't come yet, I'll suck you."
"Maa, too close ..." Kakashi whispered, vision blurring as his lover's words sent sparks of arousal, sharp and hot, shivering through his body. "Just a little-aah!"
The feel of Iruka's fingers, calloused and strong, pushing into his body, rubbing his prostate on the first try, caught Kakashi by surprise, so much so that he gave up and arched helplessly, muscles clenching tightly around Iruka's fingers as he striped semen across his chest, thick and copious and warm. He stroked himself until he'd coaxed the final dribbles of semen from his cock, then fell back onto the mattress with an "oof" and a sigh as the muscles of his legs gave out, his lover watching him from between his spread thighs.
Iruka chuckled, dark eyes bright and chest heaving, aroused even in the afterglow of his own orgasm, and withdrew his fingers, prowling up Kakashi's body like a smirking panther. "I hope you learned your lesson, Hatake-kun," he said, softly, brushing his lips over Kakashi's.
"Most certainly, sensei," said Kakashi.
Iruka arched an eyebrow at him. "What will you never do, ever again?"
Kakashi grinned. "Pass up the opportunity to tickle you, sensei," he said. "Most certainly."
"You're impossible," said Iruka, "did you know that?"
"Most certainly," said Kakashi. He cupped Iruka's cheek in his dry hand and drew the man down for a kiss. "Do I get another punishment?"
Iruka laughed. "Later," he said. "Just 'Take?"
"Hmm?"
"Don't do anything to earn it, this time?"
Kakashi grinned. "No promises," he said.
Penance
by Mistr3ss Quickly
"GAH! Stop that!"
Kakashi tightened his legs around Iruka's waist and shook his head, digging the tips of his fingers into the tense, ticklish muscles just under the man's ribs. Iruka howled and jerked, struggling helplessly against the torture.
"'Take, quit it, I'm going to hurt-gah!-hurt you!"
Kakashi cocked his head, his unruly hair scrubbing against his pillow, and blinked at his lover. "Maa, it's okay, Iruka-sensei," he said. "You prepared me well enough, I can handle a bit of rough treatment."
Then he dug his fingers into Iruka's ribs, once again.
Iruka shrieked. "Stop it stop it stop it stop it!" he begged breathlessly, writhing in the prison of Kakashi's strong thighs, scrabbling for purchase on the smooth sheets of the bed.
Kakashi moaned softly, licking his lips as he tickled his lover again. Each of Iruka's desperate attempts at escape pulled him out, almost all the way, and each tug of the older man's thighs against his hipbones, preventing him from escaping, drove his erection back into Kakashi's body, hard and hot and deep. The pace was torturously slow, compared to the usual frenzy of their coupling, and the rhythm was irregular and erratic, nothing like Iruka's usual smooth, steady in-and-out.
Kakashi loved it.
Iruka, however, did not.
Panting and squirming, he'd given up on words and was simply howling in protest of Kakashi's tickling hands, cheeks flushed a delicious pink and eyes wide, cock as hard as ever inside his lover's body. He twisted away from Kakashi's left hand and lost his balance, pitching forward with a yelp, eyes wide as Kakashi caught him, reflexes as sharp in bed as they were in battle.
"Careful, Iruka-sensei, don't hurt yourself," said Kakashi, mildly.
Iruka glared at him, then quick-as-a-cat grabbed both of his lover's wrists and pinned them with his full weight against the soft cotton of the mattress, arguing them into immobility as he tugged his hairtie free of his unruly hair. "Impossible jounin," he panted, snapping the tie tightly around his lover's wrists.
"Probably," said Kakashi, tugging lightly at the elastic around his wrists and wiggling his hips, rubbing Iruka's erection against the muscles of his entrance, just enough to burn. "I didn't know you were ticklish."
"Oh yeah," said Iruka, "I'm ticklish. Know what else I am?"
Kakashi shook his head.
His lover leant close, warm breath tickling over Kakashi's lips.
"I'm really," said Iruka, thrusting his hips forward, hard, "not a big fan of-" another thrust "-being tickled." He paused, buried completely in Kakashi's body, dark eyes glittering in the low light of the bedroom as he watched his lover squirm beneath him. "And I don't forgive tickling very easily."
"Is that so?" said Kakashi. He wiggled his hips a little, precome dripping from the tip of his erection, pooling in the fine, pale hair beneath his navel. "Maa, then I'll have to beg for your forgiveness?"
Iruka snorted and rolled his hips, pulling out only a fraction before sinking back in, all the way. "You'll have to beg an awful lot to get me to forgive you for that, 'Take," he said. "I’m pretty upset, you know."
Kakashi wiggled his hips again. "I'm quite sorry," he said.
Iruka shook his head and thrust shallowly a few times. "Nowhere near good enough, 'Take," he said.
Kakashi bit his lower lip and gave his lover what Iruka suspected was intended to look like puppy-eyes. "I'm really sorry?"
"Not a chance," said Iruka, drawing his erection almost all the way out of his lover's body and pausing, humming softly as he sunk back in, slow and even.
Kakashi shivered. "I'm very sorry I tickled you, please do continue as you were, before?"
He'd not expected Iruka to laugh, but that's what was happening, the man's body shaking with mirth, his erection moving in frustrating little tremors, the friction maddeningly good and not nearly enough to satisfy. Kakashi whined.
"Maa, that's quite nice, Iruka-sensei," he said. "Please, do it some more, and a bit harder."
"You want it harder, 'Take?" said Iruka, arching an eyebrow.
Kakashi nodded, giving his lover a hopeful look.
His lover grinned. "Too bad," he said.
Kakashi tightened his legs around Iruka's waist.
Iruka allowed it, sinking in fully. "Now what?" he said.
"Hmm?"
"You've got me in," said Iruka. "How do you plan to get me back out again, 'Take?"
Kakashi blinked at him. Then he smiled. "Maa, eventually you'll get tired of waiting as well, Iruka-sensei."
"Don't call me that," said Iruka, automatically. "And what's to stop me from taking you as hard as I want, coming in you, then not letting you come, hmm?" He cocked his head. "I could do that, you know."
"But you won't," said Kakashi.
"Oh? And why not?"
Kakashi smiled and arched up, kissing Iruka on the lips before the younger man could pull out of range. "Because you're kind-hearted, especially towards me, and that sort of torture would hurt you worse than it would me," he said.
Iruka sighed. "Smartass jounin," he said.
"Probably," said Kakashi. He wiggled a little under his lover's weight. "Please, Iruka-sensei?"
"I told you to stop calling me that," said Iruka.
"Please, Iruka?" said Kakashi.
Iruka's eyes narrowed. "Are you sorry?"
Kakashi nodded.
"Won't do it ever again?"
Kakashi shook his head.
"Oh, all right then."
With a warm, genuine smile, Iruka leant down and kissed him, sliding both hands up Kakashi's strong arms, freeing his wrists from their flimsy bond, hips pumping his erection carefully in and out of his lover's body, far more slowly than necessary, Kakashi's body slick and stretched around him, warm and trembling with arousal. He moaned when he felt Kakashi's fingers thread through his hair, the older man's strong, talented hands cupping the back of his head, holding him still as they kissed, their bodies too close for Iruka to reach between to pleasure him. But all the same, it was good, the rub of Kakashi's body around his cock as he slid in and out, the warmth of Kakashi's breath, coming faster as they made love, all strength and power and tenderness and care.
"'Take," whispered Iruka, after a long moment of heavy breathing, thrusting harder into Kakashi's body, his rhythm faltering a little as he held himself up, just enough to speak. "'Take, I'm close ... I'm close ... going to come ..."
Kakashi groaned and lifted his hips, feet pressed flat against the mattress. "Come, then," he said, tightening around Iruka's cock, slipping one hand down to his own erection, stroking the head with quick little jerks of his hand. "Please."
The word was soft and barely audible, little more than a breath, but it was enough to make Iruka moan, head falling forward as he thrust into his lover, hard and fast and rough, far more brutal than he was ever willing to be, any other time. Kakashi groaned and shuddered, stroking himself in earnest, savoring the burn of Iruka's erection slamming into his body, enjoying the sight of the younger man, Iruka's body tight and muscular over him, controlled even in his passion.
When orgasm came, Iruka arched, eyes closed and brow furrowed as though the sensations were too intense, too sharp to be pleasurable, even as he cried Kakashi's name over and over, hips thrusting erratically, his cock flooding Kakashi's body with his semen. He shivered, once he'd finished, slumping forward bonelessly to take Kakashi's mouth in a sloppy, loving kiss, murmuring something against Kakashi's soft, slightly swollen lips.
Kakashi hummed happily into his lover's mouth and stroked himself harder, his anus tightening around Iruka's softening cock as he neared orgasm, balls drawing up tight under his stroking hand.
"Wait," said Iruka, breaking the kiss and pulling out, the burn of his cock sliding out of Kakashi's body dragging a throaty moan from the older man. "Let me suck you, 'Take. Don't come yet, I'll suck you."
"Maa, too close ..." Kakashi whispered, vision blurring as his lover's words sent sparks of arousal, sharp and hot, shivering through his body. "Just a little-aah!"
The feel of Iruka's fingers, calloused and strong, pushing into his body, rubbing his prostate on the first try, caught Kakashi by surprise, so much so that he gave up and arched helplessly, muscles clenching tightly around Iruka's fingers as he striped semen across his chest, thick and copious and warm. He stroked himself until he'd coaxed the final dribbles of semen from his cock, then fell back onto the mattress with an "oof" and a sigh as the muscles of his legs gave out, his lover watching him from between his spread thighs.
Iruka chuckled, dark eyes bright and chest heaving, aroused even in the afterglow of his own orgasm, and withdrew his fingers, prowling up Kakashi's body like a smirking panther. "I hope you learned your lesson, Hatake-kun," he said, softly, brushing his lips over Kakashi's.
"Most certainly, sensei," said Kakashi.
Iruka arched an eyebrow at him. "What will you never do, ever again?"
Kakashi grinned. "Pass up the opportunity to tickle you, sensei," he said. "Most certainly."
"You're impossible," said Iruka, "did you know that?"
"Most certainly," said Kakashi. He cupped Iruka's cheek in his dry hand and drew the man down for a kiss. "Do I get another punishment?"
Iruka laughed. "Later," he said. "Just 'Take?"
"Hmm?"
"Don't do anything to earn it, this time?"
Kakashi grinned. "No promises," he said.