[ He doesn't respond verbally, because he doesn't need to.
His lips are gentle and undemanding against Iruka's, and he deepens it with a soft swipe of tongue.
Sometimes he's not sure if he deserves this. To be happy like this, and content, when Obito will never have anything like this. And he wonders what it is that the boy who lives on his left eye sees.
[ Action ] Warning: NC-17smiling_uminoAugust 18 2009, 10:22:42 UTC
[It's a long kiss and Iruka does not pull away and instead, he guides Kakashi backwards, towards the window frame. He responds, his tight hold on his lover and husband only loosening when he is sure Kakashi is leaning against something solid.
He smiles at him, breathing deep and slow, caressing his cheek before sliding down to his knees. When Kakashi is quiet, Iruka can't keep still. Not this kind of quiet, when he knows that this is something he cannot do anything about.
But for a moment, he can take his mind off things. Even if it's just for a moment.
Down the zipper goes and in to his mouth Kakashi goes; Iruka is quiet here, as he works his tongue and lips, slow, like their mood. Gentle, because he wants to soothe, not tease.
And he looks up briefly and takes in the sight his lover makes with the sun bright against his back. He thinks he looks beautiful, golden lines enveloping him. He thinks the man is blessed.
[ He doesn't respond verbally, because he doesn't need to.
His lips are gentle and undemanding against Iruka's, and he deepens it with a soft swipe of tongue.
Sometimes he's not sure if he deserves this. To be happy like this, and content, when Obito will never have anything like this. And he wonders what it is that the boy who lives on his left eye sees.
If he's happy with this, like Kakashi is. ]
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He smiles at him, breathing deep and slow, caressing his cheek before sliding down to his knees. When Kakashi is quiet, Iruka can't keep still. Not this kind of quiet, when he knows that this is something he cannot do anything about.
But for a moment, he can take his mind off things. Even if it's just for a moment.
Down the zipper goes and in to his mouth Kakashi goes; Iruka is quiet here, as he works his tongue and lips, slow, like their mood. Gentle, because he wants to soothe, not tease.
And he looks up briefly and takes in the sight his lover makes with the sun bright against his back. He thinks he looks beautiful, golden lines enveloping him. He thinks the man is blessed.
He thinks ... it will be okay. Somehow.]
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