Fanfic: Two Ways to Comfort a Shinobi part 5- IrukaxKakashi rated M
Title: Two Ways to Comfort a Shinobi
Chapter 5
Author: StarbearerTM
Word count: approx 3000
Fandom: Naruto Shippuden
Pairing: IrukaxKakashi
Rating: M for m/m sex
Warnings: as listed. Lemon
Summary: Iruka continues his visit to Kakashi’s small apartment for a relaxing evening.
Disclaimer: Masashi Kishimoto created and owns Naruto Shippuden, I don’t. The anime and manga is licensed by Shonen Jump. I make no money for the writing of this story.
Shortly after he saw Naruto run off with Shikamaru the academy instructor grabbed his case and waved goodbye to Teuchi and Ayame once again. Glimpsing between the distinctive buildings with their water towers on top and various apartments in strange places he saw the brilliant orange reds and yellows of a Konoha sunset. Sometimes because of the unique chemistry between trees and the sky such sunsets were common to the Land of Fire, helping maintain reason for its name.
Iruka began his usual walk back towards his home. He felt in no particular hurry. After all Naruto was back and things would get a lot noisier at the mission table when he knew the blonde would start complaining about getting anything lower than A and S rank assignments. Knowing Tsunade she would assign Naruto a B or C while Shizune would insist on a D rank mission.
Yes, it was going to get a lot noisier in Konoha. Iruka didn’t mind at all. Naruto was back home at long last. An empty spot in his life for 2½ years was now about to be filled once more. Inside his stomach he felt the warm glow of fondness kindling. Not quite what Guy would call the ‘flames of youth’ but still it warranted a fire metaphor.
“Well you’re one happy shinobi, Iruka sensei,” commented a familiar voice from right beside him.
Now Iruka’s heart started to skip beats though he managed to hide his excitement glimpsing the masked copy nin suddenly walking at his side. “Kakashi sensei, you’re right. Have you seen how much he’s grown?”
“Only a glimpse. I’m saving it for when I give him and Sakura a test once more tomorrow,” Kakashi answered, showing a crease of a smile under his visible left eye.
Iruka laughed and shook his head in the negative. “Not the bell test again, Kakashi. Haven’t they already learned enough from that?”
The once closed eye opened. “Why not? The method’s tried and true, I’m just going to put a new spin on it, Iruka.”
“I don’t know Kakashi. He looks and feels a great deal more grown up, not just because he put on a few inches of height but his chakra...”
They turned the corner where Iruka’s street bisected the main one, but kept on walking past his residence. Kakashi still looked straight ahead during their stroll. “I know you’re not a sensor but you are a reasonably good judge of chakra when you stand close enough to someone,”
“Which is one of the many reasons I’m an academy instructor in addition to my transforming abilities,” Iruka proudly added, tapping his hitai-ate with one finger.
Kakashi came to a dead stop and glanced around them. He cast Iruka a slightly confused glance murmuring, “Not your place this time?”
“Mine was last time, it’s your turn today,” Iruka reminded him, giving him a smile as he rested a hand on Kakashi’s arm.
“But we decided to alternate in sets of three? Three at my place, three at yours...” the copy nin insisted, moving his finger to make an invisible tally.
Seizing the Jonin’s upper arm and tugging Iruka tossed his head in the direction of the building where Kakashi lived. “No, you’re not getting out of it this time.”
“But your bathtub is smaller, which means...”
Iruka continued to half drag the copy nin behind him, making sure nobody was watching their antics. “I need to return a few books to you. That makes it even.”
“Ulp, wait a moment,” Kakashi murmured, standing firmly so Iruka really had to pull to get him to budge. He grabbed Iruka’s hand and tugged him behind a building so they both pressed flat against the wall.
While Kakashi peered around the corner, Iruka gave him an awkward smile. “Whoops. Close call this time?”
“About three or four people close. Those two ladies always eat dango this time of the night at this week. Which we wouldn’t have to worry about going by your place Iruka...”
Glancing up at the sky beginning to darken enough to see a few stars Iruka sighed. “Don’t start with that again. I forgot to clean the kitchen and I’m not going to have you do it and cut into...”
A gloved hand clapping over Iruka’s mouth stopped his complaint while Kakashi tugged him close to his side. Irritated Iruka was about to struggle when he heard the sounds of people chattering. Figures that Kakashi would use an excuse to pull him into a secret embrace when public displays of affection could be distractions. Chunins and Jonins could date, but sometimes being seen with the legendary copy nin had its disadvantages.
Mischief twinkled in Iruka’s eyes. Slowly he parted his lips and ran his tongue along the palm pressed to his mouth. His other hand slid down and gave the copy nin’s backside a slow pinch before it rose up and slipped down his pants waistband.
“Iruka,” Kakashi hissed under his breath, not surprised by the innocent look the instructor was giving him with those soft brown eyes.
“Mmmm,” Iruka answered licking Kakashi’s palm invitingly. Head pressed against Kakashi’s jonin vest he felt the warmth of the copy nin very potently. There was something fun and forbidden about sneaking around like this. Few people knew how deep the relationship between them ran. Further down Kakashi’s pants roamed Iruka’s hand so his fingers touched bare skin and pinched.
The fast snatch of an advanced body flicker next interrupted them. Iruka clung tightly to the jonin while they moved at a pace far greater than his chunin teaching allowed, but a subject he knew well enough about at the normal level. All shinobi knew this art, but only jonin and ANBU could take it to the next level and use it to move at a quicker speed and not just as a distraction technique.
Moments later Iruka and Kakashi held onto one another by arms around their respective waists. Kakashi reached to free the latch on his window and slide it open while Iruka stood on the side of the building and waited. The copy nin hardly ever used doors in all the time that Iruka had known him.
“Well, come on in, Iruka kun,” Kakashi urged, letting the academy instructor step over the ledge. He dropped down into the small but neatly arranged apartment just next to where Kakashi had his bed. Promptly he sat down on the shuriken patterned bedspread to wait for Kakashi to enter behind him.
Walls were lined with bookcases and a small plant sat on the windowsill. A door led to a private bathroom, and another doorway led to a kitchen alcove. One of the first things Kakashi did besides removing his sandals was check around the apartment. He set down his pouch and other tools before removing his vest. Seated on the bed Iruka pulled off his own sandals and watched the jonin move about the apartment.
“You need to dust,” Iruka commented, hearing the clink of dishes on the counter and the sound of liquid being poured from one vessel to another.
“Anything else you notice, Sensei?” Kakashi said, sticking his head around the door frame so Iruka could see him. Iruka smiled a bit and rolled off the bed, standing up once more. Fetching some matches from the upper dresser drawer, he lit a candle sitting there and set it where it wouldn’t catch fire. The scent of light sandalwood mingled with the smell of soap and shower.
“Plenty of things. You still haven’t used the evergreen candle I gave you on our anniversary,” said Iruka, turning to smile at the jonin that slowly sauntered into the apartment.
Kakashi only stopped to slip a tape into the boom box sitting on a shelf of one of the bookcases, and pressed play.
**
As Kakashi nosed his way into Iruka’s neck he left soft puffs of air along it. Iruka leaned his head back in delight so he could savor the attention. at the same time the ex ANBU’s hands roamed all over the teacher’s body.
Usually Kakashi didn’t remove his mask by that point. Instead Iruka’s lips met the copy nin’s through the barrier of black stretchy fabric. the teacher could feel the shape of the other’s mouth even though he couldn’t see their curve. Curtains drawn over the windows dimmed the room to twilight hues.
Stealthily the copy nin stole up Iruka’s body. The instructor heard and felt his jacket being unzipped with a slow steady pull. Reaching up Kakashi undid the knot in his companion’s bandanna. Always it was tight enough to show the proper way to wear in front of Iruka’s students. Carefully he folded it and set it next to his own on the shelf near the bed, next to his potted plant.
Iruka caught Kakashi in his arms by sliding them down around the copy nin’s waist. Compared to the cheetalike body of Kakashi Iruka imagined himself a mountain lion, sturdy but all around strong without huge bulging muscles.
“Iruka,” Kakashi breathed into his ear. Remarkable how much emotion carried through his voice and upper face.
“Kakashi,” mumbled Iruka back. he teased a finger into his lover’s silver mass of hair. Sliding down his hands he grasped the copy nin’s toned backside. Giving it a pinch he lifted the jonin in his arms, spun around and dropped him on the bed. Rank had no meaning here.
With a confident chuckle, Iruka spun Kakashi around and scooped him up before dropping him on the bed. Then he sat down on the edge of the bed and crawled hands and knees up towards Kakashi who playfully backed away till he scrunched against the head. Off came the black pants followed by Kakashi’s black shirt.
Climbing over him, Iruka grabbed his lover’s wrists and pinned them behind his head. He pulled the copy nin’s legs down a bit so he could sit down and straddle the other. Without the headband Iruka looked a good deal younger yet his loose hairs slipped free from his topknot flared cutely over his forehead.
“What have we here,” he murmured, bending down to sniff Kakashi’s neck. “Slightly sweaty jonin, my favorite smell.”
“Heh,” Kakashi chuckled from where he was pinned down. “Then it’s the best aphrodisiac. Next to freshly showered Chunin.”
Chuckling Iruka said, “You’re always a tease like that sometimes taking a shower when I come here to visit. You might even think I wanted to come in and interrupt.”
“It’s not my fault you didn’t come and join me that last time,” Kakashi mock sighed, rolling his eyes up in the back of his head playfully.
Moving off him to kneel to the side, Iruka then reached into the nearby drawer and pulled out a black silk rope. He tied Kakashi’s hands together and then tied either end of the rope to two small loops that screwed into the wall since there were no posts on the bed. They’d been there ever since Iruka could remember coming to this apartment. He then kissed the flesh above the wrists and slid down kissing Kakashi’s cheek, the hollow of his neck, and along his collarbone.
Kami, how Kakashi needed this. Iruka felt the copy nin arch his back and sigh with his head turned to one side. Still the mask concealed his face and Iruka didn’t bother to remove it. At least not yet. Over one nipple he dragged his tongue while he gently pinched the other in between thumb and forefinger. His other hand slid down the clean belly over the bellybutton to the top of Kakashi’s underpants. The low moan coming from Kakashi was music to his ears as he dipped his tongue into the copy nin’s belly button. He kissed around it in a circle before he pulled at the waistband of Kakashi’s boxers lightly with one hand. However the undergarment remained where it was and Iruka kissed back up between Kakashi’s pectoral muscles.
“Iruka,” Kakashi breathed out once Iruka’s face bobbed into his. Very softly he dipped his head to kiss the edge of Kakashi’s mask. He busied himself massaging the other’s chest and legs while he gripped the edge of the fabric between his teeth. Silently the material slipped down revealing the distinctive chin and nose that few people saw except maybe Ayame and himself. That small smirk twitching Kakashi’s shapely mouth up gladdened him so Iruka let the cloth drop to the side of his head.
“See anything you like?” Kakashi asked again, licking his lips.
“You kidding me?” Iruka whispered, bending down to kiss the scar on Kakashi’s left eye. He sprinkled kisses softly all over the copy nin’s face except on the mouth.
Kakashi bit his lower lip and used his best impression of his puppy dog eyes at his lover. “I’d really like to have a taste of you though. Your breath smells like that lovely yakisoba on special at...”
From kissing a path down Kakashi’s chest Iruka hummed, “What was that?”
“Tease," mumbled Kakashi, but he after all knew that from the playful tone in the instructor’s voice it was deliberate.
“You taste good yourself,” murmured Iruka, licking along Kakashi’s bare flesh. Once he reached the boxers he tugged them down to reveal his objective underneath. Light licks along the inner thigh came tantalizingly close but avoided the place Kakashi most desired it. Yet he wouldn’t want this any other way.
Glancing down between his legs propped up on Iruka’s shoulders Kakashi could see the brown hair still half in its ponytail. The flyaway bits tickled his sensitive inner thighs along with the soft kisses Iruka bestowed there. Kakashi’s groans soon filled the space of the apartment already masked with the soft music playing on his tape recorder.
The way that Kakashi said his name compelled the academy instructor to seek more. Reaching into the bedside table drawer he pulled out a small container and slicked his fingers with it. Then he slid his hand down and teased along the crease of that perfect set of buttocks. Several sharp thrusts of his fingers inside loosened the ring of muscle that the jonin kept just as toned as all other parts of his body.
Kakashi arched his back, knees bent and head thrown back on his pillow. Iruka then added a third finger to the first two. Cool slick lubricant worked its way into the hot interior of the jonin that felt scalding to the instructor’s fingers. The smell of sweat, arousal and sandalwood all combined together into a tantalizing aphrodisiac. Not that Iruka needed any encouragement now his pants felt tight and confining.
Then Iruka lowered Kakashi’s ankles and slid back. Kakashi looked up at him with both his sharigan eye and black eye smoldering with that same desire he remembered each time.
“Please Iruka,” he whispered.
“What was that?” asked Iruka, smirking as he poised his hands on his pants button. He slowly undid it before he reached for the tab of his fly.
“I need you Iruka,’ Kakashi said in a low voice. “Now would be nice…”
Seeing that lazy grin on his lover’s face Iruka took his time undoing his pants and let the loose garment slide down his hips. He then stepped out of his pants altogether and draped them over the end of the bed. Next came the black shirt hiked up and over his head which he tossed over by Kakashi’s discarded pile of clothes. Pale blue boxers were the only garment hiding all of Iruka from the copy nin’s admiring gaze.
Iruka rested one knee on the edge of the bed. He smiled, extending one hand to reach out and run along the length of his lover’s body. Weight shifted again on the bed as Iruka climbed on it and straddled Kakashi’s lower thighs a minute. Then he climbed off and knelt between the jonin’s knees. Brown eyes met black and red at that second Iruka pulled his boxers off. He slowly stroked his erection with one hand and caressed Kakashi’s abdomen with his other.
He leaned closer, grabbing Kakashi’s ankles to raise them. However instead of pushing into the jonin in this position he flipped him over so Kakashi’s face was buried in the pillow and the ropes were twisted. He then bent Kakashi’s knees and took hold of his hips so the pale perfect backside rose up. So handsome that Iruka swatted it playfully a few times.
Along the arch of Kakashi’s spine he ran his hand and seized a handful of silver soft hair. Iruka sighed after he thrust deeply into incredible warmth. His eyes squeezed shut to enhance the sensation of his member digging deeply inside the jonin’s tight opening. Multiple times he fell into the tempo that his hips couldn’t stop moving to. In unison Kakashi’s hips danced backwards to meet Iruka’s so their flesh slapped together All too soon Iruka felt the buildup in his pounding heart and heaving lungs propelling him to the height he desired.
Later when Iruka’s heart slowed and he lay his head on Kakashi’s back, he savored the warm glow still tingling his body. Stretched out on top of the copy nin he caught his breath, still intimately connected. Pungent scent of his climax and the other’s had soaked into the thick blanket Kakashi had thrown over his bedspread. Under him he felt Kakashi’s chest rise and fall, and tried to shift off. Untangling himself from Kakashi, Iruka reached up to untie the ropes so they could lay facing one another’s soaked and sweaty bodies. Both sets of arms twined around one another to press sticky flesh to sticky flesh. Kakashi’s lips met the instructor’s and they shared a warm lazy kiss.
“You’re staying,” Kakashi said after a time. It was more of a statement then a question.
“Hmmm,” Iruka mumbled, half asleep with a satisfied smile on his face equaling Kakashi’s own.
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Chapter 5
Author: StarbearerTM
Word count: approx 3000
Fandom: Naruto Shippuden
Pairing: IrukaxKakashi
Rating: M for m/m sex
Warnings: as listed. Lemon
Summary: Iruka continues his visit to Kakashi’s small apartment for a relaxing evening.
Disclaimer: Masashi Kishimoto created and owns Naruto Shippuden, I don’t. The anime and manga is licensed by Shonen Jump. I make no money for the writing of this story.
Shortly after he saw Naruto run off with Shikamaru the academy instructor grabbed his case and waved goodbye to Teuchi and Ayame once again. Glimpsing between the distinctive buildings with their water towers on top and various apartments in strange places he saw the brilliant orange reds and yellows of a Konoha sunset. Sometimes because of the unique chemistry between trees and the sky such sunsets were common to the Land of Fire, helping maintain reason for its name.
Iruka began his usual walk back towards his home. He felt in no particular hurry. After all Naruto was back and things would get a lot noisier at the mission table when he knew the blonde would start complaining about getting anything lower than A and S rank assignments. Knowing Tsunade she would assign Naruto a B or C while Shizune would insist on a D rank mission.
Yes, it was going to get a lot noisier in Konoha. Iruka didn’t mind at all. Naruto was back home at long last. An empty spot in his life for 2½ years was now about to be filled once more. Inside his stomach he felt the warm glow of fondness kindling. Not quite what Guy would call the ‘flames of youth’ but still it warranted a fire metaphor.
“Well you’re one happy shinobi, Iruka sensei,” commented a familiar voice from right beside him.
Now Iruka’s heart started to skip beats though he managed to hide his excitement glimpsing the masked copy nin suddenly walking at his side. “Kakashi sensei, you’re right. Have you seen how much he’s grown?”
“Only a glimpse. I’m saving it for when I give him and Sakura a test once more tomorrow,” Kakashi answered, showing a crease of a smile under his visible left eye.
Iruka laughed and shook his head in the negative. “Not the bell test again, Kakashi. Haven’t they already learned enough from that?”
The once closed eye opened. “Why not? The method’s tried and true, I’m just going to put a new spin on it, Iruka.”
“I don’t know Kakashi. He looks and feels a great deal more grown up, not just because he put on a few inches of height but his chakra...”
They turned the corner where Iruka’s street bisected the main one, but kept on walking past his residence. Kakashi still looked straight ahead during their stroll. “I know you’re not a sensor but you are a reasonably good judge of chakra when you stand close enough to someone,”
“Which is one of the many reasons I’m an academy instructor in addition to my transforming abilities,” Iruka proudly added, tapping his hitai-ate with one finger.
Kakashi came to a dead stop and glanced around them. He cast Iruka a slightly confused glance murmuring, “Not your place this time?”
“Mine was last time, it’s your turn today,” Iruka reminded him, giving him a smile as he rested a hand on Kakashi’s arm.
“But we decided to alternate in sets of three? Three at my place, three at yours...” the copy nin insisted, moving his finger to make an invisible tally.
Seizing the Jonin’s upper arm and tugging Iruka tossed his head in the direction of the building where Kakashi lived. “No, you’re not getting out of it this time.”
“But your bathtub is smaller, which means...”
Iruka continued to half drag the copy nin behind him, making sure nobody was watching their antics. “I need to return a few books to you. That makes it even.”
“Ulp, wait a moment,” Kakashi murmured, standing firmly so Iruka really had to pull to get him to budge. He grabbed Iruka’s hand and tugged him behind a building so they both pressed flat against the wall.
While Kakashi peered around the corner, Iruka gave him an awkward smile. “Whoops. Close call this time?”
“About three or four people close. Those two ladies always eat dango this time of the night at this week. Which we wouldn’t have to worry about going by your place Iruka...”
Glancing up at the sky beginning to darken enough to see a few stars Iruka sighed. “Don’t start with that again. I forgot to clean the kitchen and I’m not going to have you do it and cut into...”
A gloved hand clapping over Iruka’s mouth stopped his complaint while Kakashi tugged him close to his side. Irritated Iruka was about to struggle when he heard the sounds of people chattering. Figures that Kakashi would use an excuse to pull him into a secret embrace when public displays of affection could be distractions. Chunins and Jonins could date, but sometimes being seen with the legendary copy nin had its disadvantages.
Mischief twinkled in Iruka’s eyes. Slowly he parted his lips and ran his tongue along the palm pressed to his mouth. His other hand slid down and gave the copy nin’s backside a slow pinch before it rose up and slipped down his pants waistband.
“Iruka,” Kakashi hissed under his breath, not surprised by the innocent look the instructor was giving him with those soft brown eyes.
“Mmmm,” Iruka answered licking Kakashi’s palm invitingly. Head pressed against Kakashi’s jonin vest he felt the warmth of the copy nin very potently. There was something fun and forbidden about sneaking around like this. Few people knew how deep the relationship between them ran. Further down Kakashi’s pants roamed Iruka’s hand so his fingers touched bare skin and pinched.
The fast snatch of an advanced body flicker next interrupted them. Iruka clung tightly to the jonin while they moved at a pace far greater than his chunin teaching allowed, but a subject he knew well enough about at the normal level. All shinobi knew this art, but only jonin and ANBU could take it to the next level and use it to move at a quicker speed and not just as a distraction technique.
Moments later Iruka and Kakashi held onto one another by arms around their respective waists. Kakashi reached to free the latch on his window and slide it open while Iruka stood on the side of the building and waited. The copy nin hardly ever used doors in all the time that Iruka had known him.
“Well, come on in, Iruka kun,” Kakashi urged, letting the academy instructor step over the ledge. He dropped down into the small but neatly arranged apartment just next to where Kakashi had his bed. Promptly he sat down on the shuriken patterned bedspread to wait for Kakashi to enter behind him.
Walls were lined with bookcases and a small plant sat on the windowsill. A door led to a private bathroom, and another doorway led to a kitchen alcove. One of the first things Kakashi did besides removing his sandals was check around the apartment. He set down his pouch and other tools before removing his vest. Seated on the bed Iruka pulled off his own sandals and watched the jonin move about the apartment.
“You need to dust,” Iruka commented, hearing the clink of dishes on the counter and the sound of liquid being poured from one vessel to another.
“Anything else you notice, Sensei?” Kakashi said, sticking his head around the door frame so Iruka could see him. Iruka smiled a bit and rolled off the bed, standing up once more. Fetching some matches from the upper dresser drawer, he lit a candle sitting there and set it where it wouldn’t catch fire. The scent of light sandalwood mingled with the smell of soap and shower.
“Plenty of things. You still haven’t used the evergreen candle I gave you on our anniversary,” said Iruka, turning to smile at the jonin that slowly sauntered into the apartment.
Kakashi only stopped to slip a tape into the boom box sitting on a shelf of one of the bookcases, and pressed play.
**
As Kakashi nosed his way into Iruka’s neck he left soft puffs of air along it. Iruka leaned his head back in delight so he could savor the attention. at the same time the ex ANBU’s hands roamed all over the teacher’s body.
Usually Kakashi didn’t remove his mask by that point. Instead Iruka’s lips met the copy nin’s through the barrier of black stretchy fabric. the teacher could feel the shape of the other’s mouth even though he couldn’t see their curve. Curtains drawn over the windows dimmed the room to twilight hues.
Stealthily the copy nin stole up Iruka’s body. The instructor heard and felt his jacket being unzipped with a slow steady pull. Reaching up Kakashi undid the knot in his companion’s bandanna. Always it was tight enough to show the proper way to wear in front of Iruka’s students. Carefully he folded it and set it next to his own on the shelf near the bed, next to his potted plant.
Iruka caught Kakashi in his arms by sliding them down around the copy nin’s waist. Compared to the cheetalike body of Kakashi Iruka imagined himself a mountain lion, sturdy but all around strong without huge bulging muscles.
“Iruka,” Kakashi breathed into his ear. Remarkable how much emotion carried through his voice and upper face.
“Kakashi,” mumbled Iruka back. he teased a finger into his lover’s silver mass of hair. Sliding down his hands he grasped the copy nin’s toned backside. Giving it a pinch he lifted the jonin in his arms, spun around and dropped him on the bed. Rank had no meaning here.
With a confident chuckle, Iruka spun Kakashi around and scooped him up before dropping him on the bed. Then he sat down on the edge of the bed and crawled hands and knees up towards Kakashi who playfully backed away till he scrunched against the head. Off came the black pants followed by Kakashi’s black shirt.
Climbing over him, Iruka grabbed his lover’s wrists and pinned them behind his head. He pulled the copy nin’s legs down a bit so he could sit down and straddle the other. Without the headband Iruka looked a good deal younger yet his loose hairs slipped free from his topknot flared cutely over his forehead.
“What have we here,” he murmured, bending down to sniff Kakashi’s neck. “Slightly sweaty jonin, my favorite smell.”
“Heh,” Kakashi chuckled from where he was pinned down. “Then it’s the best aphrodisiac. Next to freshly showered Chunin.”
Chuckling Iruka said, “You’re always a tease like that sometimes taking a shower when I come here to visit. You might even think I wanted to come in and interrupt.”
“It’s not my fault you didn’t come and join me that last time,” Kakashi mock sighed, rolling his eyes up in the back of his head playfully.
Moving off him to kneel to the side, Iruka then reached into the nearby drawer and pulled out a black silk rope. He tied Kakashi’s hands together and then tied either end of the rope to two small loops that screwed into the wall since there were no posts on the bed. They’d been there ever since Iruka could remember coming to this apartment. He then kissed the flesh above the wrists and slid down kissing Kakashi’s cheek, the hollow of his neck, and along his collarbone.
Kami, how Kakashi needed this. Iruka felt the copy nin arch his back and sigh with his head turned to one side. Still the mask concealed his face and Iruka didn’t bother to remove it. At least not yet. Over one nipple he dragged his tongue while he gently pinched the other in between thumb and forefinger. His other hand slid down the clean belly over the bellybutton to the top of Kakashi’s underpants. The low moan coming from Kakashi was music to his ears as he dipped his tongue into the copy nin’s belly button. He kissed around it in a circle before he pulled at the waistband of Kakashi’s boxers lightly with one hand. However the undergarment remained where it was and Iruka kissed back up between Kakashi’s pectoral muscles.
“Iruka,” Kakashi breathed out once Iruka’s face bobbed into his. Very softly he dipped his head to kiss the edge of Kakashi’s mask. He busied himself massaging the other’s chest and legs while he gripped the edge of the fabric between his teeth. Silently the material slipped down revealing the distinctive chin and nose that few people saw except maybe Ayame and himself. That small smirk twitching Kakashi’s shapely mouth up gladdened him so Iruka let the cloth drop to the side of his head.
“See anything you like?” Kakashi asked again, licking his lips.
“You kidding me?” Iruka whispered, bending down to kiss the scar on Kakashi’s left eye. He sprinkled kisses softly all over the copy nin’s face except on the mouth.
Kakashi bit his lower lip and used his best impression of his puppy dog eyes at his lover. “I’d really like to have a taste of you though. Your breath smells like that lovely yakisoba on special at...”
From kissing a path down Kakashi’s chest Iruka hummed, “What was that?”
“Tease," mumbled Kakashi, but he after all knew that from the playful tone in the instructor’s voice it was deliberate.
“You taste good yourself,” murmured Iruka, licking along Kakashi’s bare flesh. Once he reached the boxers he tugged them down to reveal his objective underneath. Light licks along the inner thigh came tantalizingly close but avoided the place Kakashi most desired it. Yet he wouldn’t want this any other way.
Glancing down between his legs propped up on Iruka’s shoulders Kakashi could see the brown hair still half in its ponytail. The flyaway bits tickled his sensitive inner thighs along with the soft kisses Iruka bestowed there. Kakashi’s groans soon filled the space of the apartment already masked with the soft music playing on his tape recorder.
The way that Kakashi said his name compelled the academy instructor to seek more. Reaching into the bedside table drawer he pulled out a small container and slicked his fingers with it. Then he slid his hand down and teased along the crease of that perfect set of buttocks. Several sharp thrusts of his fingers inside loosened the ring of muscle that the jonin kept just as toned as all other parts of his body.
Kakashi arched his back, knees bent and head thrown back on his pillow. Iruka then added a third finger to the first two. Cool slick lubricant worked its way into the hot interior of the jonin that felt scalding to the instructor’s fingers. The smell of sweat, arousal and sandalwood all combined together into a tantalizing aphrodisiac. Not that Iruka needed any encouragement now his pants felt tight and confining.
Then Iruka lowered Kakashi’s ankles and slid back. Kakashi looked up at him with both his sharigan eye and black eye smoldering with that same desire he remembered each time.
“Please Iruka,” he whispered.
“What was that?” asked Iruka, smirking as he poised his hands on his pants button. He slowly undid it before he reached for the tab of his fly.
“I need you Iruka,’ Kakashi said in a low voice. “Now would be nice…”
Seeing that lazy grin on his lover’s face Iruka took his time undoing his pants and let the loose garment slide down his hips. He then stepped out of his pants altogether and draped them over the end of the bed. Next came the black shirt hiked up and over his head which he tossed over by Kakashi’s discarded pile of clothes. Pale blue boxers were the only garment hiding all of Iruka from the copy nin’s admiring gaze.
Iruka rested one knee on the edge of the bed. He smiled, extending one hand to reach out and run along the length of his lover’s body. Weight shifted again on the bed as Iruka climbed on it and straddled Kakashi’s lower thighs a minute. Then he climbed off and knelt between the jonin’s knees. Brown eyes met black and red at that second Iruka pulled his boxers off. He slowly stroked his erection with one hand and caressed Kakashi’s abdomen with his other.
He leaned closer, grabbing Kakashi’s ankles to raise them. However instead of pushing into the jonin in this position he flipped him over so Kakashi’s face was buried in the pillow and the ropes were twisted. He then bent Kakashi’s knees and took hold of his hips so the pale perfect backside rose up. So handsome that Iruka swatted it playfully a few times.
Along the arch of Kakashi’s spine he ran his hand and seized a handful of silver soft hair. Iruka sighed after he thrust deeply into incredible warmth. His eyes squeezed shut to enhance the sensation of his member digging deeply inside the jonin’s tight opening. Multiple times he fell into the tempo that his hips couldn’t stop moving to. In unison Kakashi’s hips danced backwards to meet Iruka’s so their flesh slapped together All too soon Iruka felt the buildup in his pounding heart and heaving lungs propelling him to the height he desired.
Later when Iruka’s heart slowed and he lay his head on Kakashi’s back, he savored the warm glow still tingling his body. Stretched out on top of the copy nin he caught his breath, still intimately connected. Pungent scent of his climax and the other’s had soaked into the thick blanket Kakashi had thrown over his bedspread. Under him he felt Kakashi’s chest rise and fall, and tried to shift off. Untangling himself from Kakashi, Iruka reached up to untie the ropes so they could lay facing one another’s soaked and sweaty bodies. Both sets of arms twined around one another to press sticky flesh to sticky flesh. Kakashi’s lips met the instructor’s and they shared a warm lazy kiss.
“You’re staying,” Kakashi said after a time. It was more of a statement then a question.
“Hmmm,” Iruka mumbled, half asleep with a satisfied smile on his face equaling Kakashi’s own.
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