[NC-17] #5 Cold - Hair
I sadly lost most of my interest in this right when it was getting good… I’m not really sure why… think it turned out alright but… think it could be better sorry ^.^” hope you enjoy it anyway. Mostly unbeta’d but I ran a quick spell check… wanted to get it posted since it was already late.
doing a bit of a personal challenge here *shrug* not much else to say... enjoy ^.^
Challenge: "Cold" with Kotetsu and Izumo from Naruto by
roninlvr thanks for it hope it's what you were hoping for sorry it took so long
((oops forgot to mention rated NC-17))
Kotetsu hated the cold. Why? Because the cold made Izumo cranky. Why did the cold make Izumo cranky? Because the cold made Izumo’s hair frizz up. Did Kotetsu care or notice said frizzing? Only because Izumo whined constantly whenever it was cold out.
“My hair’s a mess.” Izumo whined, poking at the hair on his head. It wasn’t any messier than usual as far as Kotetsu could tell. Not that it was messy in the first place. Split ends maybe, but not messy, not that Kotetsu really cared. Izumo looked great whatever he thought of his hair, and he looked utterly adorable in that pout.
“It’s fine, will you quit picking at it?” Kotetsu sighed, trying to ignore him. But it wasn’t exactly easy when Izumo kept trying to shove his head in Kotetsu’s face.
“No it’s not. Look at it. It’s so messy. And this clump keeps tangling itself every time I’ve got it detangled.”
Kotetsu rolled his eyes, shoving Izumo’s head out of his face. “Will you quit it? It’s fine, trust me.”
Izumo frowned, in his hands, pouting. “It’s a mess. It’s always a mess when it’s cold. I hate the cold.”
Kotetsu privately decided maybe the cold wasn’t all that bad when it made Izumo pout like that. “Calm down. Your hair looks fine.” He reached up and rubbed Izumo’s hitai-ate.
Izumo relaxed, sighing. “But it’s cold out.”
“Your hair is fine. It doesn’t really get that bad in the cold.” Kotetsu continued to rub a reassuring hand against Izumo’s shoulder.
“Yes it does. Can’t you see it?” Izumo sat up, distressed.
“No, love. It looks the same as always. Soft and smooth and I want to run my hands through it.” Kotetsu teased, their relationship was mostly secret even if people speculated.
Izumo smiled, nudging Kotetsu’s ear with his nose. “Maybe I will let you run your hands through it. Lunch break.” He nipped at the ear playfully.
Kotetsu shivered, hot air tickling his skin. “Can’t wait.” He glanced at the clock. Half an hour, he could call lunch break, little early, but everyone knew what early break really meant, so it didn’t matter much.
Lunch break came and Kotetsu put the sign out on the door. “Lunch time.” He grinned at the smirk Izumo was sending him.
“Guess I should keep my promise.” He sauntered up, smirking.
“Hmm, you should.” Kotetsu wrapped an arm around Izumo’s waist, tugging off his headband. These random bouts of sex in public probably didn’t help their secrecy at all. Not that Kotetsu really cared at the moment.
Izumo wrapped his arms around Kotetsu’s shoulders, nipping at his nose then lips. “So why don’t you?”
Kotetsu brought a hand up to Izumo’s hair, the other resting at his hip as he turned, pressing Izumo against the door. He kissed Izumo hard, tongue tasting lips and teeth and smoothing over Izumo’s tongue.
Izumo moaned, pulling Kotetsu close. He rocked his hips hard before breaking the kiss off, despite Kotetsu’s attempts to keep it going.
“What’s wrong?” Kotetsu tried to rock back, but he was pushed off and turned, his back to the wall now, Izumo in front of him.
“Want to have sausages for lunch.” Izumo teased.
Kotetsu gave him a suffering look before nearly jumping. Izumo had done that thing with his hand against the back of his knee. Felt good, he had no idea how Izumo managed to make stroking the back of his knee feel so good, but Izumo had nice hands like that.
Izumo brought a hand up to Kotetsu’s groin, massaging the growing bulge there before kissing the zipper.
Kotetsu wrapped a hand in Izumo’s hair, other resting on Izumo’s shoulder, silently encouraging him to keep going. “Warm me.”
Izumo snorted, pulling the zipper down. “Of course, wouldn’t want my sausages to be cold.” He mouthed along the outline forming within Kotetsu’s boxers. Izumo heard a grunt from somewhere above as he tickled the insides of his lover’s thighs. Teasing was always the best part about sex. Get Kotetsu so riled and hot that he eventually broke and fucked him senseless. Though Izumo was still a little sore from the last time, so he’d have to find another way to get Kotetsu off. Not that Kotetsu would mind.
Izumo tugged at the boxers, pulling them down around Kotetsu’s knees before running his tongue from root to tip. Kotetsu shifted, massaging the hand in Izumo’s hair. “Tease.”
Izumo smirked, lipping at his balls before wrapping his lips slowly around the head. He waited there, not licking or touching or anything.
Kotetsu began to pant, hand clenching and unclenching on Izumo’s shoulder. “Hurry up.” He groaned, resisting the building, near overwhelming, urge to just thrust.
Izumo waited until Kotetsu was practically begging him to continue. He could feel Kotetsu’s pulse throbbing against his lower lip as he finally licked through the slit in the foreskin tasting the precum starting to collect there, oily and sweet with that slight tang of what was to come.
Kotetsu nearly died. His knees shook, and he groaned. “Oh, God. Please.”
Izumo moaned around the hot, heavy length in his mouth, bobbing down and up, teasingly light friction with teeth and lips. The noises Kotetsu was making were starting to get to him. With one hand, he pushed Kotetsu’s hips against the door, keeping him from thrusting while thumbing along his balls. The other hand drifted downwards, releasing his own fly to deal with his… ‘problem’.
Kotetsu watched fascinated through half lidded eyes and Izumo’s lips dragged along his length, skin stretched tight to accommodate his girth. He groaned. “Zumo… so good.”
Izumo stroked once, twice before thumbing over the head of his length. He groaned wantonly, sucking harder on Kotetsu as pleasure wracked both their bodies. He thrust into his hand, pulling his teeth back on Kotetsu’s length.
“Zumo, wait… Can’t…” Kotetsu shivered, holding back. Izumo was just too good with his lips and tongue and when he swirled his tongue into the slit like that. There was no way Kotetsu could be expected to hold on.
Izumo pulled and bobbed, stroking harder and faster, trying to bring himself closer so they could come together. He was growing close, cupping Kotetsu’s balls and rolling them. Pushing up on his knees to take more into his mouth.
Kotetsu cried out, back arching off the door as he came, hard and hot and so mind-numbingly good.
Izumo swallowed it all, tugging the last little dribbles out as he squeezed and thrust and came all over his hand and the door, only just missing Kotetsu’s pant leg. He pulled back, releasing Kotetsu’s length with a small pop as the man slid to the floor in front of him.
Kotetsu wrapped his arms around Izumo tugging him close. “Too damn good.” He mumbled, nuzzling his neck. They had to get up soon, had to get some actual food on their lunch break, but neither of them could bring themselves to care about anything other than the warm sated feeling flowing through their limbs.
It was a good day, cold, but it hadn’t been all that bad, and if Kotetsu could convince Izumo to do that every time he thought his hair was having problems… maybe he would come to even like cold days.
doing a bit of a personal challenge here *shrug* not much else to say... enjoy ^.^
Challenge: "Cold" with Kotetsu and Izumo from Naruto by
roninlvr thanks for it hope it's what you were hoping for sorry it took so long
((oops forgot to mention rated NC-17))
Kotetsu hated the cold. Why? Because the cold made Izumo cranky. Why did the cold make Izumo cranky? Because the cold made Izumo’s hair frizz up. Did Kotetsu care or notice said frizzing? Only because Izumo whined constantly whenever it was cold out.
“My hair’s a mess.” Izumo whined, poking at the hair on his head. It wasn’t any messier than usual as far as Kotetsu could tell. Not that it was messy in the first place. Split ends maybe, but not messy, not that Kotetsu really cared. Izumo looked great whatever he thought of his hair, and he looked utterly adorable in that pout.
“It’s fine, will you quit picking at it?” Kotetsu sighed, trying to ignore him. But it wasn’t exactly easy when Izumo kept trying to shove his head in Kotetsu’s face.
“No it’s not. Look at it. It’s so messy. And this clump keeps tangling itself every time I’ve got it detangled.”
Kotetsu rolled his eyes, shoving Izumo’s head out of his face. “Will you quit it? It’s fine, trust me.”
Izumo frowned, in his hands, pouting. “It’s a mess. It’s always a mess when it’s cold. I hate the cold.”
Kotetsu privately decided maybe the cold wasn’t all that bad when it made Izumo pout like that. “Calm down. Your hair looks fine.” He reached up and rubbed Izumo’s hitai-ate.
Izumo relaxed, sighing. “But it’s cold out.”
“Your hair is fine. It doesn’t really get that bad in the cold.” Kotetsu continued to rub a reassuring hand against Izumo’s shoulder.
“Yes it does. Can’t you see it?” Izumo sat up, distressed.
“No, love. It looks the same as always. Soft and smooth and I want to run my hands through it.” Kotetsu teased, their relationship was mostly secret even if people speculated.
Izumo smiled, nudging Kotetsu’s ear with his nose. “Maybe I will let you run your hands through it. Lunch break.” He nipped at the ear playfully.
Kotetsu shivered, hot air tickling his skin. “Can’t wait.” He glanced at the clock. Half an hour, he could call lunch break, little early, but everyone knew what early break really meant, so it didn’t matter much.
Lunch break came and Kotetsu put the sign out on the door. “Lunch time.” He grinned at the smirk Izumo was sending him.
“Guess I should keep my promise.” He sauntered up, smirking.
“Hmm, you should.” Kotetsu wrapped an arm around Izumo’s waist, tugging off his headband. These random bouts of sex in public probably didn’t help their secrecy at all. Not that Kotetsu really cared at the moment.
Izumo wrapped his arms around Kotetsu’s shoulders, nipping at his nose then lips. “So why don’t you?”
Kotetsu brought a hand up to Izumo’s hair, the other resting at his hip as he turned, pressing Izumo against the door. He kissed Izumo hard, tongue tasting lips and teeth and smoothing over Izumo’s tongue.
Izumo moaned, pulling Kotetsu close. He rocked his hips hard before breaking the kiss off, despite Kotetsu’s attempts to keep it going.
“What’s wrong?” Kotetsu tried to rock back, but he was pushed off and turned, his back to the wall now, Izumo in front of him.
“Want to have sausages for lunch.” Izumo teased.
Kotetsu gave him a suffering look before nearly jumping. Izumo had done that thing with his hand against the back of his knee. Felt good, he had no idea how Izumo managed to make stroking the back of his knee feel so good, but Izumo had nice hands like that.
Izumo brought a hand up to Kotetsu’s groin, massaging the growing bulge there before kissing the zipper.
Kotetsu wrapped a hand in Izumo’s hair, other resting on Izumo’s shoulder, silently encouraging him to keep going. “Warm me.”
Izumo snorted, pulling the zipper down. “Of course, wouldn’t want my sausages to be cold.” He mouthed along the outline forming within Kotetsu’s boxers. Izumo heard a grunt from somewhere above as he tickled the insides of his lover’s thighs. Teasing was always the best part about sex. Get Kotetsu so riled and hot that he eventually broke and fucked him senseless. Though Izumo was still a little sore from the last time, so he’d have to find another way to get Kotetsu off. Not that Kotetsu would mind.
Izumo tugged at the boxers, pulling them down around Kotetsu’s knees before running his tongue from root to tip. Kotetsu shifted, massaging the hand in Izumo’s hair. “Tease.”
Izumo smirked, lipping at his balls before wrapping his lips slowly around the head. He waited there, not licking or touching or anything.
Kotetsu began to pant, hand clenching and unclenching on Izumo’s shoulder. “Hurry up.” He groaned, resisting the building, near overwhelming, urge to just thrust.
Izumo waited until Kotetsu was practically begging him to continue. He could feel Kotetsu’s pulse throbbing against his lower lip as he finally licked through the slit in the foreskin tasting the precum starting to collect there, oily and sweet with that slight tang of what was to come.
Kotetsu nearly died. His knees shook, and he groaned. “Oh, God. Please.”
Izumo moaned around the hot, heavy length in his mouth, bobbing down and up, teasingly light friction with teeth and lips. The noises Kotetsu was making were starting to get to him. With one hand, he pushed Kotetsu’s hips against the door, keeping him from thrusting while thumbing along his balls. The other hand drifted downwards, releasing his own fly to deal with his… ‘problem’.
Kotetsu watched fascinated through half lidded eyes and Izumo’s lips dragged along his length, skin stretched tight to accommodate his girth. He groaned. “Zumo… so good.”
Izumo stroked once, twice before thumbing over the head of his length. He groaned wantonly, sucking harder on Kotetsu as pleasure wracked both their bodies. He thrust into his hand, pulling his teeth back on Kotetsu’s length.
“Zumo, wait… Can’t…” Kotetsu shivered, holding back. Izumo was just too good with his lips and tongue and when he swirled his tongue into the slit like that. There was no way Kotetsu could be expected to hold on.
Izumo pulled and bobbed, stroking harder and faster, trying to bring himself closer so they could come together. He was growing close, cupping Kotetsu’s balls and rolling them. Pushing up on his knees to take more into his mouth.
Kotetsu cried out, back arching off the door as he came, hard and hot and so mind-numbingly good.
Izumo swallowed it all, tugging the last little dribbles out as he squeezed and thrust and came all over his hand and the door, only just missing Kotetsu’s pant leg. He pulled back, releasing Kotetsu’s length with a small pop as the man slid to the floor in front of him.
Kotetsu wrapped his arms around Izumo tugging him close. “Too damn good.” He mumbled, nuzzling his neck. They had to get up soon, had to get some actual food on their lunch break, but neither of them could bring themselves to care about anything other than the warm sated feeling flowing through their limbs.
It was a good day, cold, but it hadn’t been all that bad, and if Kotetsu could convince Izumo to do that every time he thought his hair was having problems… maybe he would come to even like cold days.