You and Me - Kakashi/SNJ!Sasuke fic [Part 1]
Title: You and Me
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: This is Kakashi/Sasuke, but it's Kakashi/Sasuke genderbending het. Graphic M/F sex, language, usage of euphemisms and clinical terms, crack. I don't say specifically, but I mean for Sasuke to be 18 or 19 here. Long one shot (~12,000 words)
Summary: If Sasuke wants to make Chuunin, he has to first demonstrate a successful Oiroke no Jutsu. He just wants to master the technique - but Kakashi has other plans.
I make no apologies for this!!! XD
Sasuke examines himself critically in the full-length bedroom mirror, turned outwards from where it usually faces the wall. He cups his breasts and frowns. Too big? Too high on his chest? Something isn't quite right about them.
With a surge of chakra, he reverts back to his usual form. He stares into the mirror, welcoming the sight of his own male body, his own square hips and flat chest and dangling penis. He doesn't know how Naruto's comfortable, always turning into girls. He also doesn't know why Naruto insists that Sasuke become an expert at this jutsu.
Sasuke lets out a sharp puff of air that lifts his bangs off his forehead. New Hokage, new rules, and if full proficiency at Oiroke no Jutsu is now a requisite for Chuunin, who is Sasuke to argue? He's lucky enough that Naruto had been able to pull the strings to allow him to take the exams, even.
Sasuke frowns into the mirror, his eye catching the bed behind him, the shuriken-print bedspread rumpled. It's Kakashi's job to make the bed, as he's always the second one up... it's so simple, so why can't the man just do it? Sasuke bites his lip and refocuses, acknowledging that he is only distracting himself from this unpleasant task.
Training. That's all this is. He is training to master a new jutsu. With that thought in mind, he molds his chakra.
He turns sideways and tilts his head. Not bad... the smaller breasts look better with his small-boned frame, and this time he has remembered to round his shoulders off. The way he turns to look at himself at a new angle makes his breasts sway alarmingly, and it disturbs his normally-perfect balance. It's disconcerting, to say the least, to inhabit this body, and he doesn't know if he'd ever get used to not having his dick and balls hanging between his legs.
They come back when he releases the jutsu, though, and what an unexpected relief that was the first time he tried it.
Sasuke twists his lips as he looks at his face... not much difference there, and it irks him that it really didn't need much of a change.
He furrows his eyebrows and reminds himself again: I am training to perfect a required jutsu. His hair tickles his shoulders and falls around his face... quite fetchingly, he thinks, as he scrutinizes his reflection. Not an unattractive woman. Then he eyes his knobby wrists and ankles, irritated that this is so difficult to get right... after all his research, he had been positive he'd have it down perfectly the first time he tried it. He reverts back to himself just as he hears the front door open.
He has a moment of uncertainty while he hears Kakashi move around in the living room: how will it look, if Kakashi walks in to see him looking at himself, naked in the mirror?
It will look like he's training to master a new jutsu, he decides. Once more, he molds his chakra.
"Sasuke, I brought home..." Kakashi trails off as he rounds the doorway, and he stops there, his eyebrow climbing up his forehead as he takes in Sasuke's unexpected feminine appearance. He takes a moment to appreciate it, and to read the slight edge of apprehension in Sasuke's inky black eyes when they dart over to him.
Then his uncovered eye curves up in a smile. "You wanted to surprise me, Sasuke?" His voice is lilting and low, rough wet silk. "You shouldn't have."
Sasuke rolls his eyes and turns his back to Kakashi. His wrists and ankles are better this time, more feminine. "I have to learn Oiroke no Jutsu before I can take the Chuunin Exam," he explains, his voice matter-of-fact for the first few words, but quickly becoming unsteady; he had apparently altered the shape of his vocal cords, along with the other changes, and his voice comes out higher than usual. It's still a little throaty, a little low for a woman, but it will pass, he thinks.
"Ah. One of the Hokage's new imperatives," Kakashi says, immensely amused. He steps into the bedroom, letting his eyes roam over Sasuke's altered body, analyzing, visually measuring. "Hmm... your hips are still too narrow," he observes, circling around Sasuke. "And your ass is too small."
Sasuke nods. So that's what's off, still. And he's pleasantly surprised that Kakashi is actually being helpful - and decent - about this. He had been prepared to throw Kakashi out, bodily if necessary, if the man gave even a hint of the inappropriate behavior that Sasuke half-expected.
After molding his chakra again, Sasuke turns in front of the mirror, his hands on his hips. Kakashi settles on the bed to watch, and as a silent thanks for Kakashi not being the audacious pervert he easily could have been in this situation, Sasuke doesn't even point out the fact that Kakashi had left it unmade this morning. The wider hips do seem to help quite a bit... Sasuke looks over his shoulder into the mirror, at his ass, much bigger and rounder now, and from the back, he really does look like a woman.
But from the front... Sasuke eyes his crotch dispassionately. The neat thatch of black hair over the mound of his... Come on, you can think it, he berates himself. His pubic hair looks wrong; too thick, or maybe not the right shape. But with his hips wider as they are now, his thighs descend at a new angle, one that leaves more space between them, and he can see the soft, twin curves of his labia now. He's sure he has that right; had spent plenty of time poring over anatomy books in preparation for this.
"You should just get rid of the hair," Kakashi suggests from his sprawl on the bed. "Much more effective. And make your stomach just a little softer."
There. Much better, he thinks, when he molds himself once more into this female body. With these new changes, his body looks incredibly feminine; so much so that he feels a tug of discomfort again. It just looks obscene, to have his... vagina on display like that, the lush swells and folds of it unobscured by the modesty of pubic hair. But he has to admit that Kakashi was right; it is much more effective. Now, between his breasts, capped with sensitive-looking pink nipples, and his completely bare crotch, he himself doesn't even know where to look.
So he looks at Kakashi, meeting his eye in the mirror. "Is this better?"
"Perfect." Kakashi sits up, resting his forearms on his thighs and letting his hands dangle between his knees, to hide the physical reaction that he knows is beginning. He could let this end now; Sasuke has his Oiroke no Jutsu down perfectly... he'll pass with flying colors.
But this is just too much fun to watch. "Now try walking."
Sasuke furrows his eyebrows and shoots Kakashi a suspicious look, then turns to begin to cross the length of the room.
Ah. Walking. It's different now, with his wider hips and his differently-distributed weight, but it doesn't take him long to become familiar with the way this body moves. The slight bounce and sway of his breasts is a bit of a distraction, but one he'd get over.
Kakashi chuckles. "No, all wrong."
"What is it?" Sasuke asks, coming to a halt with his hands on his hips.
"You still walk like a man. Loosen up - let your hips swing back and forth. Take shorter steps."
Kakashi's voice comes out even, cool and steady - he's in instructor mode. Sasuke is glad of this; it eases some of the awkwardness he still can't quite put his finger on, the pointless anxiety that irritates him, prompted as it is by just this stupid technique. So Sasuke is able to focus on trying a new way of walking, one not spare and energy-efficient as his usual stride is.
Shorter steps with more of a sway in them actually feel natural, once he makes one pass across the room. They make his breasts bounce even more, but that feels normal, too, and he isn't even all that aware of it, once he gets into the rhythm of this walk. He crosses in front of the bed again, and comes to a stop in front of Kakashi.
"How's that?" he asks.
"Perfect," Kakashi answers. He still sounds professional, but Sasuke raises his eyebrow at the light flush creeping up from under the mask.
"Kakashi?" he asks, letting his hands dangle at his sides.
"Hmmm?" Kakashi isn't looking at his face, but instead letting his dark eye roam over the curves of Sasuke's body.
Sasuke narrows his eyes and looks down, past Kakashi's flushing face... down, between Kakashi's legs, where the man's cock is full and hard, clearly visible where it strains against the front of his pants. "You have an erection," Sasuke accuses.
"Mm hmm," Kakashi agrees, his gaze sliding between Sasuke's legs, then drifting back up to his chest, and the breasts that Sasuke is suddenly extremely self-conscious of. "You did a really good job," Kakashi murmurs, his voice distant, distracted.
Distracted by a woman's body.
"I thought you didn't like women," Sasuke says quietly, the soft velvet quality of his own voice jarring him again.
"What gave you that idea?" Kakashi asks, bringing his hands up to Sasuke's waist. His hands are rough, and Sasuke realizes that over time he has gotten used to the callused palms, and the tiny nicks and scars on Kakashi's fingers... but now, with this softer, more delicate skin, he feels them all, all over again, just like the first time Kakashi had touched him. And his palms feel so broad, his fingers so long; his hands seem to almost encircle Sasuke's entire waist. Sasuke swallows, hard. Then those rough-skinned hands stroke down to Sasuke's rounded hips, and Sasuke hesitates, on the verge of pulling away.
"Well... you're with me, aren't you?" Sasuke frowns down at Kakashi's hands, at the thumbs drifting inward to stroke around the dip of his navel.
Now Kakashi turns his eye up to meet Sasuke's gaze. "That only means I like you." Kakashi grins up at his lover's face - softer now, the sharpness of his nose and jaw blurred, the usually thin lips fuller and darker - and then he slides his callused fingertips lightly over Sasuke's ribs. Sasuke shivers slightly and breaks out in gooseflesh, and his nipples swell and visibly harden. Kakashi feels his cock give a heavy twitch in his pants. It's a struggle not to reach for those breasts, to flick his thumbs over the stiffening nipples... or to reach down, to trace the soft, warm folds of flesh at the cleft of Sasuke's thighs. But Kakashi keeps his hands at Sasuke's waist, guessing that in order to get Sasuke to cooperate, he will have to play this just right.
Kakashi shifts his weight, and he reaches up to pull down his mask. "It's been a long time since I've been with a woman."
He doesn't elaborate... instead, he looks back down at Sasuke's altered body, and he lets his breath feather out over a stiff nipple, just inches away from his mouth. He wets his lips and gently digs his fingers into Sasuke's hips, and he waits for Sasuke's mind to latch on to its inevitable train of thought.
Sasuke clenches his teeth and looks down at the top of Kakashi's head. The man's hands are warm, squeezing and kneading at his soft hips with a hunger that Sasuke knows well. This is how Kakashi gets when they haven't seen each other for weeks, when Kakashi is so horny for him that they often stay up until sunrise, working it out of their systems. And Kakashi is staring at this female body with an almost frightening intensity, strong sexual desire burning in eye, in the flush across his face, in his wet and slightly parted lips.
He's holding back. This much is obvious to Sasuke; as soon as Kakashi has the go-ahead, Sasuke has no doubt he'll be ravaged as thoroughly as any of the heroines in Kakashi's stupid books. And if Sasuke doesn't give the go-ahead....
Sasuke swallows, and he watches his breasts rise as he takes a deep breath. If he changes back into a man now, what will happen? His heart speeds up in his chest when he considers the very real possibility of Kakashi searching out a female companion. Not tonight, and probably not the next night, but soon - Sasuke has inadvertently awoken a desire in his lover that he hadn't known existed.
Sasuke takes another deep breath and shivers again as Kakashi's rough fingertips ghost over his ribs. His nipples harden even more, standing out stiff and dark, the tender, pink skin of his areola pulling up and crinkling around them. His breasts feel so vulnerable, soft and round, protruding from his body, unrestrained. It isn't a thing Sasuke enjoys, and he wonders if he can actually do what he's considering - he wonders if he'll be able to enjoy letting Kakashi touch him like this.
Kakashi shifts on the bed again, and reaches down to adjust himself in his pants, and as he does, he lets out a soft grunt. Sasuke's eyes slide over the heavy bulge before coming up to Kakashi's face again. Kakashi looks up at him, his eye heavy-lidded, his pupil wide, and Sasuke brings his hand to Kakashi's face. He traces the man's lower lip, wondering if he could bear it, the next time Kakashi stayed out late, bear not knowing, bear wondering if that was the night Kakashi eased this desire. He sighs despite himself when Kakashi gently sucks his thumb into his mouth and curls his warm, rough tongue around it.
He knows how the world works, knows how the life of a shinobi works. He has never asked Kakashi to limit his activities, never demanded that he be the only one Kakashi shared his bed with. Yet, in the year that they had been together, he has never had even the hint that Kakashi had been with anyone else. He doesn't know if it's only because Kakashi is discreet, and does it only rarely - or if Kakashi doesn't do it at all. But a hard spike of jealousy at the thought of Kakashi taking pleasure in a woman's body (another woman's body) makes his face heat, it makes his hands shake.
"Do you want to touch me, like this?" Sasuke asks, a flat question with no hint or promise in it.
"Mmh," Kakashi answers, the corner of his mouth slanting up in a crooked grin. He flicks his eye up to Sasuke's face again, and then back down, and he slides his fingertips down Sasuke's hip, to trail along his upper thigh. He can feel Sasuke's hesitation, his anxiety, and this makes him a bit sorry... he'll have to make it up to Sasuke.
...Later.
"Kiss me," Kakashi says, tilting his head up. He wraps the fingers of one hand around the back of Sasuke's head when he leans down, and Kakashi mmms quietly again, when he feels Sasuke's full, soft lips press against his. He cards his fingers through Sasuke's silky hair and slips his tongue into his mouth, and after a few seconds, Sasuke begins to melt into it. The same kiss as ever, but different, with the subtly altered physiology of Sasuke's mouth.
And then Sasuke pulls back. "Okay," he says, his cheeks definitely darker, now. "But you're not... fucking me."
Kakashi gives his lover a thin slash of a grin, hazy-eyed and slow (but careful not to look too smug), and he pushes his hitae-ate up off of his head.
He stands.
"You're shorter," Kakashi observes, then he peels off his shirt.
"I thought it would be better," Sasuke answers, eyeing Kakashi's long torso. The man's hands go to the button of his pants, but Sasuke stops him with a hand on his wrist.
"Not yet," Sasuke says, frowning slightly.
Kakashi just cannot get over how cute Sasuke is like this, his hard edges smoothed, his sweet features emphasized. Still Sasuke, and Kakashi doesn't think he'd be so interested, if he hadn't held onto a large part of his appearance through the transformation... this skewed image, familiar features put together in a wholly unfamiliar way, is infinitely intriguing. Sasuke's eyes, big and dark and long-lashed already, are now looking up at Kakashi, bigger, darker, the lashes thick and black. A tiny wrinkle mars his forehead, and Kakashi reaches up to smooth it out with his thumb. Sasuke blinks... Kakashi grins again, and cups his face with both hands, and kisses him.
Sasuke closes his eyes and threads his fingers through Kakashi's wild grey hair, and as he leans forward into the kiss, his nipples brush Kakashi's solid chest, and he gasps at the feeling. So tender, so much more sensitive than usual... Kakashi makes a soft noise and slides his hands down to Sasuke's shoulders, where they stop, his palms hot against Sasuke's collarbones.
Kakashi pauses there, just kissing Sasuke and letting him get used to the idea of this, of what they're going to do. Sasuke's hard nipples slide against Kakashi's chest again, and Kakashi pulls him closer so that he can feel the softness of Sasuke's breasts against his skin. His heart is pounding in his ribcage; the newness of this is intoxicating, as is the uncertain way Sasuke moves against him. Shy. Virginal, almost. So much moreso than he had been the first time Kakashi took him.
Sasuke hadn't been a virgin then, though he hadn't been nearly as experienced as Kakashi was, understandably.
Now, though, this is different.
Kakashi moans softly at the feel of Sasuke's hands sliding up his back. His cock twitches again in his pants, and a wave of heat rolls through him. Deflowering a young virgin, that typical male fantasy, has never been high on the list for Kakashi, though he's sure he has read several novels' worth of it, rife with purple prose and hyperbole. Finally, he begins to see the appeal. Sasuke doesn't know how it feels, how this body will react, how much pleasure it could give him... but Kakashi does.
Sasuke's hands drift down to the waistband of Kakashi's trousers, and the older man draws his face back, panting lightly. Sasuke looks up at him, his eyes dewy, his cheeks slightly flushed... arousal is beginning to take root inside him. Sasuke's heart trips in his chest, and his face feels warm. He knows that normally, his cock would be lengthening, thickening now - not fully hard, but well on the way. Kakashi kisses him again, quickly, sliding his tongue between Sasuke's lips before he pulls back again, and Sasuke feels heat twisting in his lower belly.
It twists tighter when Kakashi leads one of Sasuke's hands down over his waistband, to cup his heavy cock through his pants. The feel of Kakashi's big, thick erection never fails to elicit a response, and this time is no different; muscles in Sasuke's pelvis suddenly tense up, tighten, and he gasps aloud. That loose warmth in his belly blooms outward, and he is all at once intensely aware of his vagina, of the shape and softness of it, and the way the skin there seems to tingle. Kakashi's thumb slides up the underslope of Sasuke's breast, and his warm palm follows, strong fingers gently cupping and lifting the soft flesh, and Sasuke feels another hard, muscular clench.
He moans quietly as Kakashi cups his other breast, too, lifting them both, gently, carefully, as he slides his mouth to Sasuke's throat. Sasuke tilts his head back and traces the length of Kakashi's erection with his fingertips, and shivers at the soft scrape of teeth against his neck. His nipples tingle and tighten, so very hard, and then Kakashi's mouth is moving down.
His mouth is hot as it closes over Sasuke's stiff nipple, so wet, and his tongue flicks against the hard little bud just as Sasuke gets his pants undone. They fall to the floor, and Sasuke wraps his fingers around Kakashi's cock, and then Kakashi suuucks. Sasuke gasps at the intensity of the sensation, and the way it feels like every muscle from his navel to his asshole tightens up. When Kakashi's dick swells in his hand, heavy, thick, Sasuke nearly whimpers.
It's too much; he can't assimilate all these new sensations at once. He's almost comfortable with the situation, and yes, he is immensely aroused, but... he doesn't know what comes next. He doesn't want to know what comes next, doesn't know if he wants to do anything more. Kakashi thrusts up into his loosely clasped fingers and moves his hot mouth to Sasuke's other nipple, leaving the first wet and tingling in the cool air, then a hand slips down Sasuke's side to clutch at his hip. Sasuke shakes his head and pulls back.
"What?" Kakashi asks, his eyes hazy, his mouth wet.
Sasuke releases his grasp on Kakashi's cock, and draws his arm up to cover his breasts. "I don't really... "
He closes his eyes when Kakashi's hands rise to his face, cupping his cheeks. "It's just you and me," the man says quietly.
Sasuke tightens his brow, and he remembers why he's doing this in the first place. You and me. No one else.
And then Kakashi's mouth presses against his, warm and gentle. "You... " Kakashi breathes, and then after another wet kiss, their lips clinging together as Kakashi withdraws - "...and me."
Sasuke squeezes his eyes closed and kisses back, wavering on the verge of returning to his true form. He slides his fingers into Kakashi's thick hair, and shivers slightly as callused fingers trail down his throat, and he firms his resolve.
You and me. No one else to see Sasuke like this, in this alien body, no one to laugh or judge or question why he would do this... just like no one ever saw him beg for Kakashi's body, or push Icha Icha aside to slide into Kakashi's lap, or laugh at Kakashi's stupid jokes. What he does with Kakashi, it's no one else's business, and he'll still be the same person when he leaves this room - he always is. No matter that this is far beyond his realm of experience - just being a woman for half an hour or so won't change the person that he is.
Kakashi's cock bumps up against his stomach, leaving a smear of sticky wetness, and Sasuke exhales heavily through his nose.
"You and me," Sasuke says when he draws back, finally opening his eyes. Kakashi nods, stroking the curve of his jaw, and Sasuke tugs at the man's hair. "But don't expect me to do this again."
In answer, he gets a half-smile. "I know."
That necessary disclaimer out of the way, Sasuke snakes his hand down Kakashi's stomach, watching his small, pale fingers as they trace the sinuous center-line of Kakashi's abs. Having reached his full height last year at about a head shorter than Kakashi, he has always been aware of the difference in their sizes, and though he wouldn't admit it, there is something... comforting about it. Comforting, and at times arousing, when Kakashi would press him down into the mattress, his broad shoulders and long torso completely covering Sasuke. It was even more satisfying to have that long, muscular form stretched out underneath him, all that power on display when Sasuke buried himself deep inside Kakashi's body. It's a heady feeling, to fuck someone who looks like they could break you in half with their hands.
Now those big hands are sliding down Sasuke's shoulders, the palms warm and rough, and Sasuke's downward-drifting fingers finally trail through Kakashi's pubic hair, and wrap once more around the base of his cock.
Sasuke hears Kakashi inhale, and he glances up at Kakashi's face. The man's eyes are heavy-lidded again, his face flushed as though that moment of awkwardness had never happened. Sasuke isn't quite so quick to get in the mood (he never is, truth be told; Kakashi always seems to slip into sex in the blink of an eye, while it takes Sasuke a bit to warm up) but he knows something that might help.
He pushes back on Kakashi's chest, and Kakashi takes a step backwards. Then another step, getting the idea, and sinks down onto the bed.
A burst of precisely-aimed, scalpel-edged chakra in Kakashi's fingertips makes short work of the bandages wrapping his calves, and he kicks his pants away quickly; he doesn't want to give Sasuke time for more second thoughts. He spreads his legs slightly in invitation, and exhales heavily when Sasuke steps between them, then drops gracefully to his knees, his thick hair swinging forward around his face. Those big black eyes linger on Kakashi's face for a second, then dip down to slide over Kakashi's long erection, the thick shaft so suffused with blood that it's standing away from his stomach, the rosy, glistening head bobbing in the air with each of Kakashi's breaths.
Sasuke's breath is warm as it feathers out over Kakashi's cock, and then his mouth is hot, his lips sealing over the swollen head, his tongue wet as he slides down, down, so easy, and Kakashi moans and reaches a hand out to brush the boy's mess of black hair away from his face. Sasuke's eyes flick up to meet his again when he pulls up, leaving Kakashi's shaft shiny-slick. Kakashi grunts softly and stares, drinks in the heavy lashes that flutter down, so dark against Sasuke's pale skin, the soft, full lips that are wrapped around his cock, and going back down, ohhh yes...
Kakashi spreads his legs wider and sighs in pleasure as Sasuke works him expertly, hungrily... they both know that this is one of Sasuke's favorite things to do, though Kakashi isn't so foolish as to say it aloud. Sasuke shifts on his knees, and Kakashi's eyes are drawn past him, to the mirror propped against the wall.
The angle is just so that he can see most of Sasuke's body - from his shoulders to the pink soles of his feet, where they are folded under his round, curvy bottom. Kakashi groans and props himself up higher on his elbows, to get a better angle.
He definitely gets one. Now he can see just a peek of the swell of Sasuke's labia, shadowed by his thighs. Full and pink and soft-looking, and Kakashi swears to himself that he'll convince Sasuke to let him have a taste. Just imagining the way it would taste, and smell, and the way Sasuke would move and moan when Kakashi buried his face between his legs has his cock swelling even fuller, harder in Sasuke's mouth.
Sasuke moans as he sucks upward again, a satisfied, greedy sound with his mouth full of cock, and he strokes Kakashi's balls with his wet thumb. His mouth and jaw are smaller now, and it isn't as effortless as usual. It's... exciting. As he traces familiar veins with his tongue, as he moulds his full lips around Kakashi's rigid girth, he begins to feel a buzzing, a humming awareness between his legs.
It's as if his attention sets something off, because as he sucks upwards on Kakashi's cock, loud and slurping, another hard clench wracks his body. But he's ready for it this time, and it doesn't distract him; in fact, it makes him aware of something else.
He's wet. He can feel it, in the cooling effect of the meager air that circulates in the room, and ghosts against the juncture of his thighs. And when he shifts slightly, breasts swaying forward, he feels it even more in the way his lips rub against each other, slick.
He breathes out hard through his nose and Kakashi groans, and Sasuke feels as if everything down there is full, swelling, spreading open. Blooming. Another muscular clench, and the humming seems to increase; it feels as if a mild electric current is pooling between his thighs, in the delicate folds of his vagina, and deeper inside.
So intent is Sasuke on cataloguing his body's reactions that he nearly startles when calloused fingertips settle against his temple, brushing a lock of hair out of his eyes. Sasuke glances up, and Kakashi's sexed-up, eyes-half-closed, wet-mouth-open look has him shifting his hips again, starting to want some contact, some friction, some pressure to increase this newly-discovered sensation.
So Sasuke closes his eyes again and slides a hand down his soft belly, slowing as he crests the slight, hairless swell of his mound. He hesitates for a few seconds, listening to Kakashi breathe, tasting his cock, feeling his long thighs flex and relax against his shoulders, and then he keeps going. When his middle finger slides against the bump of his clit, he gasps through his nose and circles it once, feeling a subtle wave of pleasure course through him. Twice he circles, smearing around the wetness that has accumulated in the hood, and then a third time, his thighs spreading wider, knees bumping against Kakashi's feet.
And then he goes lower, unsurprised at the increased wetness and warmth that his finger encounters as it slides against his slit. Down and back, until he bumps his perineum, then back up, with more pressure, gliding through creamy wetness until he reaches his clit again.
Kakashi shakes, and his hard, hard cock bucks in Sasuke's mouth, breaking the seal of his lips. Spit rolls down the shaft, followed quickly by Sasuke's mouth, vibrating with a moan as he presses his finger against his hot cleft again and drags it up. It's so hot and slippery, and soft and so warm, and it makes Sasuke moan again when he finally parts its delicate, fleshy folds and presses the first joint of his finger inside.
And then Kakashi is saying his name, with a purposeful touch against his shoulder, and reaching down with a shaking hand to choke himself off at the base of his erection, so Sasuke slides his fingers away and lets Kakashi's heavy length slip out of his mouth.
Sasuke has been so inwardly focused that he hasn't noticed how close Kakashi was getting... but now he sees. Kakashi's head is thrown back, his mouth open to suck in deep, rib-stretching breaths. Watching Kakashi's wet cock twitch in his tight fist, and his taut abs clench and shudder, Sasuke pulls his knees together, presses his thighs together, and the little squeeze feels so good he has to do it again.
Kakashi gets his breath back, and he pushes himself up on an elbow.
"Come here," Kakashi breathes, his eyes foggy, and he sits forward and hoists Sasuke up onto the bed. Straddling him, so that when their mouths come together, he thinks he can feel the heat radiating from Sasuke's pussy, just an inch from his dick. Kakashi slides his hands down Sasuke's back, the skin so impossibly smooth, bereft of all the scars that Kakashi's hands have memorized by now - smoother than any skin Kakashi has ever touched, and he thinks that he needs to suggest that next time, Sasuke give himself a few imperfections. Realism, and all that.
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Rating: NC-17
Warnings: This is Kakashi/Sasuke, but it's Kakashi/Sasuke genderbending het. Graphic M/F sex, language, usage of euphemisms and clinical terms, crack. I don't say specifically, but I mean for Sasuke to be 18 or 19 here. Long one shot (~12,000 words)
Summary: If Sasuke wants to make Chuunin, he has to first demonstrate a successful Oiroke no Jutsu. He just wants to master the technique - but Kakashi has other plans.
I make no apologies for this!!! XD
Sasuke examines himself critically in the full-length bedroom mirror, turned outwards from where it usually faces the wall. He cups his breasts and frowns. Too big? Too high on his chest? Something isn't quite right about them.
With a surge of chakra, he reverts back to his usual form. He stares into the mirror, welcoming the sight of his own male body, his own square hips and flat chest and dangling penis. He doesn't know how Naruto's comfortable, always turning into girls. He also doesn't know why Naruto insists that Sasuke become an expert at this jutsu.
Sasuke lets out a sharp puff of air that lifts his bangs off his forehead. New Hokage, new rules, and if full proficiency at Oiroke no Jutsu is now a requisite for Chuunin, who is Sasuke to argue? He's lucky enough that Naruto had been able to pull the strings to allow him to take the exams, even.
Sasuke frowns into the mirror, his eye catching the bed behind him, the shuriken-print bedspread rumpled. It's Kakashi's job to make the bed, as he's always the second one up... it's so simple, so why can't the man just do it? Sasuke bites his lip and refocuses, acknowledging that he is only distracting himself from this unpleasant task.
Training. That's all this is. He is training to master a new jutsu. With that thought in mind, he molds his chakra.
He turns sideways and tilts his head. Not bad... the smaller breasts look better with his small-boned frame, and this time he has remembered to round his shoulders off. The way he turns to look at himself at a new angle makes his breasts sway alarmingly, and it disturbs his normally-perfect balance. It's disconcerting, to say the least, to inhabit this body, and he doesn't know if he'd ever get used to not having his dick and balls hanging between his legs.
They come back when he releases the jutsu, though, and what an unexpected relief that was the first time he tried it.
Sasuke twists his lips as he looks at his face... not much difference there, and it irks him that it really didn't need much of a change.
He furrows his eyebrows and reminds himself again: I am training to perfect a required jutsu. His hair tickles his shoulders and falls around his face... quite fetchingly, he thinks, as he scrutinizes his reflection. Not an unattractive woman. Then he eyes his knobby wrists and ankles, irritated that this is so difficult to get right... after all his research, he had been positive he'd have it down perfectly the first time he tried it. He reverts back to himself just as he hears the front door open.
He has a moment of uncertainty while he hears Kakashi move around in the living room: how will it look, if Kakashi walks in to see him looking at himself, naked in the mirror?
It will look like he's training to master a new jutsu, he decides. Once more, he molds his chakra.
"Sasuke, I brought home..." Kakashi trails off as he rounds the doorway, and he stops there, his eyebrow climbing up his forehead as he takes in Sasuke's unexpected feminine appearance. He takes a moment to appreciate it, and to read the slight edge of apprehension in Sasuke's inky black eyes when they dart over to him.
Then his uncovered eye curves up in a smile. "You wanted to surprise me, Sasuke?" His voice is lilting and low, rough wet silk. "You shouldn't have."
Sasuke rolls his eyes and turns his back to Kakashi. His wrists and ankles are better this time, more feminine. "I have to learn Oiroke no Jutsu before I can take the Chuunin Exam," he explains, his voice matter-of-fact for the first few words, but quickly becoming unsteady; he had apparently altered the shape of his vocal cords, along with the other changes, and his voice comes out higher than usual. It's still a little throaty, a little low for a woman, but it will pass, he thinks.
"Ah. One of the Hokage's new imperatives," Kakashi says, immensely amused. He steps into the bedroom, letting his eyes roam over Sasuke's altered body, analyzing, visually measuring. "Hmm... your hips are still too narrow," he observes, circling around Sasuke. "And your ass is too small."
Sasuke nods. So that's what's off, still. And he's pleasantly surprised that Kakashi is actually being helpful - and decent - about this. He had been prepared to throw Kakashi out, bodily if necessary, if the man gave even a hint of the inappropriate behavior that Sasuke half-expected.
After molding his chakra again, Sasuke turns in front of the mirror, his hands on his hips. Kakashi settles on the bed to watch, and as a silent thanks for Kakashi not being the audacious pervert he easily could have been in this situation, Sasuke doesn't even point out the fact that Kakashi had left it unmade this morning. The wider hips do seem to help quite a bit... Sasuke looks over his shoulder into the mirror, at his ass, much bigger and rounder now, and from the back, he really does look like a woman.
But from the front... Sasuke eyes his crotch dispassionately. The neat thatch of black hair over the mound of his... Come on, you can think it, he berates himself. His pubic hair looks wrong; too thick, or maybe not the right shape. But with his hips wider as they are now, his thighs descend at a new angle, one that leaves more space between them, and he can see the soft, twin curves of his labia now. He's sure he has that right; had spent plenty of time poring over anatomy books in preparation for this.
"You should just get rid of the hair," Kakashi suggests from his sprawl on the bed. "Much more effective. And make your stomach just a little softer."
There. Much better, he thinks, when he molds himself once more into this female body. With these new changes, his body looks incredibly feminine; so much so that he feels a tug of discomfort again. It just looks obscene, to have his... vagina on display like that, the lush swells and folds of it unobscured by the modesty of pubic hair. But he has to admit that Kakashi was right; it is much more effective. Now, between his breasts, capped with sensitive-looking pink nipples, and his completely bare crotch, he himself doesn't even know where to look.
So he looks at Kakashi, meeting his eye in the mirror. "Is this better?"
"Perfect." Kakashi sits up, resting his forearms on his thighs and letting his hands dangle between his knees, to hide the physical reaction that he knows is beginning. He could let this end now; Sasuke has his Oiroke no Jutsu down perfectly... he'll pass with flying colors.
But this is just too much fun to watch. "Now try walking."
Sasuke furrows his eyebrows and shoots Kakashi a suspicious look, then turns to begin to cross the length of the room.
Ah. Walking. It's different now, with his wider hips and his differently-distributed weight, but it doesn't take him long to become familiar with the way this body moves. The slight bounce and sway of his breasts is a bit of a distraction, but one he'd get over.
Kakashi chuckles. "No, all wrong."
"What is it?" Sasuke asks, coming to a halt with his hands on his hips.
"You still walk like a man. Loosen up - let your hips swing back and forth. Take shorter steps."
Kakashi's voice comes out even, cool and steady - he's in instructor mode. Sasuke is glad of this; it eases some of the awkwardness he still can't quite put his finger on, the pointless anxiety that irritates him, prompted as it is by just this stupid technique. So Sasuke is able to focus on trying a new way of walking, one not spare and energy-efficient as his usual stride is.
Shorter steps with more of a sway in them actually feel natural, once he makes one pass across the room. They make his breasts bounce even more, but that feels normal, too, and he isn't even all that aware of it, once he gets into the rhythm of this walk. He crosses in front of the bed again, and comes to a stop in front of Kakashi.
"How's that?" he asks.
"Perfect," Kakashi answers. He still sounds professional, but Sasuke raises his eyebrow at the light flush creeping up from under the mask.
"Kakashi?" he asks, letting his hands dangle at his sides.
"Hmmm?" Kakashi isn't looking at his face, but instead letting his dark eye roam over the curves of Sasuke's body.
Sasuke narrows his eyes and looks down, past Kakashi's flushing face... down, between Kakashi's legs, where the man's cock is full and hard, clearly visible where it strains against the front of his pants. "You have an erection," Sasuke accuses.
"Mm hmm," Kakashi agrees, his gaze sliding between Sasuke's legs, then drifting back up to his chest, and the breasts that Sasuke is suddenly extremely self-conscious of. "You did a really good job," Kakashi murmurs, his voice distant, distracted.
Distracted by a woman's body.
"I thought you didn't like women," Sasuke says quietly, the soft velvet quality of his own voice jarring him again.
"What gave you that idea?" Kakashi asks, bringing his hands up to Sasuke's waist. His hands are rough, and Sasuke realizes that over time he has gotten used to the callused palms, and the tiny nicks and scars on Kakashi's fingers... but now, with this softer, more delicate skin, he feels them all, all over again, just like the first time Kakashi had touched him. And his palms feel so broad, his fingers so long; his hands seem to almost encircle Sasuke's entire waist. Sasuke swallows, hard. Then those rough-skinned hands stroke down to Sasuke's rounded hips, and Sasuke hesitates, on the verge of pulling away.
"Well... you're with me, aren't you?" Sasuke frowns down at Kakashi's hands, at the thumbs drifting inward to stroke around the dip of his navel.
Now Kakashi turns his eye up to meet Sasuke's gaze. "That only means I like you." Kakashi grins up at his lover's face - softer now, the sharpness of his nose and jaw blurred, the usually thin lips fuller and darker - and then he slides his callused fingertips lightly over Sasuke's ribs. Sasuke shivers slightly and breaks out in gooseflesh, and his nipples swell and visibly harden. Kakashi feels his cock give a heavy twitch in his pants. It's a struggle not to reach for those breasts, to flick his thumbs over the stiffening nipples... or to reach down, to trace the soft, warm folds of flesh at the cleft of Sasuke's thighs. But Kakashi keeps his hands at Sasuke's waist, guessing that in order to get Sasuke to cooperate, he will have to play this just right.
Kakashi shifts his weight, and he reaches up to pull down his mask. "It's been a long time since I've been with a woman."
He doesn't elaborate... instead, he looks back down at Sasuke's altered body, and he lets his breath feather out over a stiff nipple, just inches away from his mouth. He wets his lips and gently digs his fingers into Sasuke's hips, and he waits for Sasuke's mind to latch on to its inevitable train of thought.
Sasuke clenches his teeth and looks down at the top of Kakashi's head. The man's hands are warm, squeezing and kneading at his soft hips with a hunger that Sasuke knows well. This is how Kakashi gets when they haven't seen each other for weeks, when Kakashi is so horny for him that they often stay up until sunrise, working it out of their systems. And Kakashi is staring at this female body with an almost frightening intensity, strong sexual desire burning in eye, in the flush across his face, in his wet and slightly parted lips.
He's holding back. This much is obvious to Sasuke; as soon as Kakashi has the go-ahead, Sasuke has no doubt he'll be ravaged as thoroughly as any of the heroines in Kakashi's stupid books. And if Sasuke doesn't give the go-ahead....
Sasuke swallows, and he watches his breasts rise as he takes a deep breath. If he changes back into a man now, what will happen? His heart speeds up in his chest when he considers the very real possibility of Kakashi searching out a female companion. Not tonight, and probably not the next night, but soon - Sasuke has inadvertently awoken a desire in his lover that he hadn't known existed.
Sasuke takes another deep breath and shivers again as Kakashi's rough fingertips ghost over his ribs. His nipples harden even more, standing out stiff and dark, the tender, pink skin of his areola pulling up and crinkling around them. His breasts feel so vulnerable, soft and round, protruding from his body, unrestrained. It isn't a thing Sasuke enjoys, and he wonders if he can actually do what he's considering - he wonders if he'll be able to enjoy letting Kakashi touch him like this.
Kakashi shifts on the bed again, and reaches down to adjust himself in his pants, and as he does, he lets out a soft grunt. Sasuke's eyes slide over the heavy bulge before coming up to Kakashi's face again. Kakashi looks up at him, his eye heavy-lidded, his pupil wide, and Sasuke brings his hand to Kakashi's face. He traces the man's lower lip, wondering if he could bear it, the next time Kakashi stayed out late, bear not knowing, bear wondering if that was the night Kakashi eased this desire. He sighs despite himself when Kakashi gently sucks his thumb into his mouth and curls his warm, rough tongue around it.
He knows how the world works, knows how the life of a shinobi works. He has never asked Kakashi to limit his activities, never demanded that he be the only one Kakashi shared his bed with. Yet, in the year that they had been together, he has never had even the hint that Kakashi had been with anyone else. He doesn't know if it's only because Kakashi is discreet, and does it only rarely - or if Kakashi doesn't do it at all. But a hard spike of jealousy at the thought of Kakashi taking pleasure in a woman's body (another woman's body) makes his face heat, it makes his hands shake.
"Do you want to touch me, like this?" Sasuke asks, a flat question with no hint or promise in it.
"Mmh," Kakashi answers, the corner of his mouth slanting up in a crooked grin. He flicks his eye up to Sasuke's face again, and then back down, and he slides his fingertips down Sasuke's hip, to trail along his upper thigh. He can feel Sasuke's hesitation, his anxiety, and this makes him a bit sorry... he'll have to make it up to Sasuke.
...Later.
"Kiss me," Kakashi says, tilting his head up. He wraps the fingers of one hand around the back of Sasuke's head when he leans down, and Kakashi mmms quietly again, when he feels Sasuke's full, soft lips press against his. He cards his fingers through Sasuke's silky hair and slips his tongue into his mouth, and after a few seconds, Sasuke begins to melt into it. The same kiss as ever, but different, with the subtly altered physiology of Sasuke's mouth.
And then Sasuke pulls back. "Okay," he says, his cheeks definitely darker, now. "But you're not... fucking me."
Kakashi gives his lover a thin slash of a grin, hazy-eyed and slow (but careful not to look too smug), and he pushes his hitae-ate up off of his head.
He stands.
"You're shorter," Kakashi observes, then he peels off his shirt.
"I thought it would be better," Sasuke answers, eyeing Kakashi's long torso. The man's hands go to the button of his pants, but Sasuke stops him with a hand on his wrist.
"Not yet," Sasuke says, frowning slightly.
Kakashi just cannot get over how cute Sasuke is like this, his hard edges smoothed, his sweet features emphasized. Still Sasuke, and Kakashi doesn't think he'd be so interested, if he hadn't held onto a large part of his appearance through the transformation... this skewed image, familiar features put together in a wholly unfamiliar way, is infinitely intriguing. Sasuke's eyes, big and dark and long-lashed already, are now looking up at Kakashi, bigger, darker, the lashes thick and black. A tiny wrinkle mars his forehead, and Kakashi reaches up to smooth it out with his thumb. Sasuke blinks... Kakashi grins again, and cups his face with both hands, and kisses him.
Sasuke closes his eyes and threads his fingers through Kakashi's wild grey hair, and as he leans forward into the kiss, his nipples brush Kakashi's solid chest, and he gasps at the feeling. So tender, so much more sensitive than usual... Kakashi makes a soft noise and slides his hands down to Sasuke's shoulders, where they stop, his palms hot against Sasuke's collarbones.
Kakashi pauses there, just kissing Sasuke and letting him get used to the idea of this, of what they're going to do. Sasuke's hard nipples slide against Kakashi's chest again, and Kakashi pulls him closer so that he can feel the softness of Sasuke's breasts against his skin. His heart is pounding in his ribcage; the newness of this is intoxicating, as is the uncertain way Sasuke moves against him. Shy. Virginal, almost. So much moreso than he had been the first time Kakashi took him.
Sasuke hadn't been a virgin then, though he hadn't been nearly as experienced as Kakashi was, understandably.
Now, though, this is different.
Kakashi moans softly at the feel of Sasuke's hands sliding up his back. His cock twitches again in his pants, and a wave of heat rolls through him. Deflowering a young virgin, that typical male fantasy, has never been high on the list for Kakashi, though he's sure he has read several novels' worth of it, rife with purple prose and hyperbole. Finally, he begins to see the appeal. Sasuke doesn't know how it feels, how this body will react, how much pleasure it could give him... but Kakashi does.
Sasuke's hands drift down to the waistband of Kakashi's trousers, and the older man draws his face back, panting lightly. Sasuke looks up at him, his eyes dewy, his cheeks slightly flushed... arousal is beginning to take root inside him. Sasuke's heart trips in his chest, and his face feels warm. He knows that normally, his cock would be lengthening, thickening now - not fully hard, but well on the way. Kakashi kisses him again, quickly, sliding his tongue between Sasuke's lips before he pulls back again, and Sasuke feels heat twisting in his lower belly.
It twists tighter when Kakashi leads one of Sasuke's hands down over his waistband, to cup his heavy cock through his pants. The feel of Kakashi's big, thick erection never fails to elicit a response, and this time is no different; muscles in Sasuke's pelvis suddenly tense up, tighten, and he gasps aloud. That loose warmth in his belly blooms outward, and he is all at once intensely aware of his vagina, of the shape and softness of it, and the way the skin there seems to tingle. Kakashi's thumb slides up the underslope of Sasuke's breast, and his warm palm follows, strong fingers gently cupping and lifting the soft flesh, and Sasuke feels another hard, muscular clench.
He moans quietly as Kakashi cups his other breast, too, lifting them both, gently, carefully, as he slides his mouth to Sasuke's throat. Sasuke tilts his head back and traces the length of Kakashi's erection with his fingertips, and shivers at the soft scrape of teeth against his neck. His nipples tingle and tighten, so very hard, and then Kakashi's mouth is moving down.
His mouth is hot as it closes over Sasuke's stiff nipple, so wet, and his tongue flicks against the hard little bud just as Sasuke gets his pants undone. They fall to the floor, and Sasuke wraps his fingers around Kakashi's cock, and then Kakashi suuucks. Sasuke gasps at the intensity of the sensation, and the way it feels like every muscle from his navel to his asshole tightens up. When Kakashi's dick swells in his hand, heavy, thick, Sasuke nearly whimpers.
It's too much; he can't assimilate all these new sensations at once. He's almost comfortable with the situation, and yes, he is immensely aroused, but... he doesn't know what comes next. He doesn't want to know what comes next, doesn't know if he wants to do anything more. Kakashi thrusts up into his loosely clasped fingers and moves his hot mouth to Sasuke's other nipple, leaving the first wet and tingling in the cool air, then a hand slips down Sasuke's side to clutch at his hip. Sasuke shakes his head and pulls back.
"What?" Kakashi asks, his eyes hazy, his mouth wet.
Sasuke releases his grasp on Kakashi's cock, and draws his arm up to cover his breasts. "I don't really... "
He closes his eyes when Kakashi's hands rise to his face, cupping his cheeks. "It's just you and me," the man says quietly.
Sasuke tightens his brow, and he remembers why he's doing this in the first place. You and me. No one else.
And then Kakashi's mouth presses against his, warm and gentle. "You... " Kakashi breathes, and then after another wet kiss, their lips clinging together as Kakashi withdraws - "...and me."
Sasuke squeezes his eyes closed and kisses back, wavering on the verge of returning to his true form. He slides his fingers into Kakashi's thick hair, and shivers slightly as callused fingers trail down his throat, and he firms his resolve.
You and me. No one else to see Sasuke like this, in this alien body, no one to laugh or judge or question why he would do this... just like no one ever saw him beg for Kakashi's body, or push Icha Icha aside to slide into Kakashi's lap, or laugh at Kakashi's stupid jokes. What he does with Kakashi, it's no one else's business, and he'll still be the same person when he leaves this room - he always is. No matter that this is far beyond his realm of experience - just being a woman for half an hour or so won't change the person that he is.
Kakashi's cock bumps up against his stomach, leaving a smear of sticky wetness, and Sasuke exhales heavily through his nose.
"You and me," Sasuke says when he draws back, finally opening his eyes. Kakashi nods, stroking the curve of his jaw, and Sasuke tugs at the man's hair. "But don't expect me to do this again."
In answer, he gets a half-smile. "I know."
That necessary disclaimer out of the way, Sasuke snakes his hand down Kakashi's stomach, watching his small, pale fingers as they trace the sinuous center-line of Kakashi's abs. Having reached his full height last year at about a head shorter than Kakashi, he has always been aware of the difference in their sizes, and though he wouldn't admit it, there is something... comforting about it. Comforting, and at times arousing, when Kakashi would press him down into the mattress, his broad shoulders and long torso completely covering Sasuke. It was even more satisfying to have that long, muscular form stretched out underneath him, all that power on display when Sasuke buried himself deep inside Kakashi's body. It's a heady feeling, to fuck someone who looks like they could break you in half with their hands.
Now those big hands are sliding down Sasuke's shoulders, the palms warm and rough, and Sasuke's downward-drifting fingers finally trail through Kakashi's pubic hair, and wrap once more around the base of his cock.
Sasuke hears Kakashi inhale, and he glances up at Kakashi's face. The man's eyes are heavy-lidded again, his face flushed as though that moment of awkwardness had never happened. Sasuke isn't quite so quick to get in the mood (he never is, truth be told; Kakashi always seems to slip into sex in the blink of an eye, while it takes Sasuke a bit to warm up) but he knows something that might help.
He pushes back on Kakashi's chest, and Kakashi takes a step backwards. Then another step, getting the idea, and sinks down onto the bed.
A burst of precisely-aimed, scalpel-edged chakra in Kakashi's fingertips makes short work of the bandages wrapping his calves, and he kicks his pants away quickly; he doesn't want to give Sasuke time for more second thoughts. He spreads his legs slightly in invitation, and exhales heavily when Sasuke steps between them, then drops gracefully to his knees, his thick hair swinging forward around his face. Those big black eyes linger on Kakashi's face for a second, then dip down to slide over Kakashi's long erection, the thick shaft so suffused with blood that it's standing away from his stomach, the rosy, glistening head bobbing in the air with each of Kakashi's breaths.
Sasuke's breath is warm as it feathers out over Kakashi's cock, and then his mouth is hot, his lips sealing over the swollen head, his tongue wet as he slides down, down, so easy, and Kakashi moans and reaches a hand out to brush the boy's mess of black hair away from his face. Sasuke's eyes flick up to meet his again when he pulls up, leaving Kakashi's shaft shiny-slick. Kakashi grunts softly and stares, drinks in the heavy lashes that flutter down, so dark against Sasuke's pale skin, the soft, full lips that are wrapped around his cock, and going back down, ohhh yes...
Kakashi spreads his legs wider and sighs in pleasure as Sasuke works him expertly, hungrily... they both know that this is one of Sasuke's favorite things to do, though Kakashi isn't so foolish as to say it aloud. Sasuke shifts on his knees, and Kakashi's eyes are drawn past him, to the mirror propped against the wall.
The angle is just so that he can see most of Sasuke's body - from his shoulders to the pink soles of his feet, where they are folded under his round, curvy bottom. Kakashi groans and props himself up higher on his elbows, to get a better angle.
He definitely gets one. Now he can see just a peek of the swell of Sasuke's labia, shadowed by his thighs. Full and pink and soft-looking, and Kakashi swears to himself that he'll convince Sasuke to let him have a taste. Just imagining the way it would taste, and smell, and the way Sasuke would move and moan when Kakashi buried his face between his legs has his cock swelling even fuller, harder in Sasuke's mouth.
Sasuke moans as he sucks upward again, a satisfied, greedy sound with his mouth full of cock, and he strokes Kakashi's balls with his wet thumb. His mouth and jaw are smaller now, and it isn't as effortless as usual. It's... exciting. As he traces familiar veins with his tongue, as he moulds his full lips around Kakashi's rigid girth, he begins to feel a buzzing, a humming awareness between his legs.
It's as if his attention sets something off, because as he sucks upwards on Kakashi's cock, loud and slurping, another hard clench wracks his body. But he's ready for it this time, and it doesn't distract him; in fact, it makes him aware of something else.
He's wet. He can feel it, in the cooling effect of the meager air that circulates in the room, and ghosts against the juncture of his thighs. And when he shifts slightly, breasts swaying forward, he feels it even more in the way his lips rub against each other, slick.
He breathes out hard through his nose and Kakashi groans, and Sasuke feels as if everything down there is full, swelling, spreading open. Blooming. Another muscular clench, and the humming seems to increase; it feels as if a mild electric current is pooling between his thighs, in the delicate folds of his vagina, and deeper inside.
So intent is Sasuke on cataloguing his body's reactions that he nearly startles when calloused fingertips settle against his temple, brushing a lock of hair out of his eyes. Sasuke glances up, and Kakashi's sexed-up, eyes-half-closed, wet-mouth-open look has him shifting his hips again, starting to want some contact, some friction, some pressure to increase this newly-discovered sensation.
So Sasuke closes his eyes again and slides a hand down his soft belly, slowing as he crests the slight, hairless swell of his mound. He hesitates for a few seconds, listening to Kakashi breathe, tasting his cock, feeling his long thighs flex and relax against his shoulders, and then he keeps going. When his middle finger slides against the bump of his clit, he gasps through his nose and circles it once, feeling a subtle wave of pleasure course through him. Twice he circles, smearing around the wetness that has accumulated in the hood, and then a third time, his thighs spreading wider, knees bumping against Kakashi's feet.
And then he goes lower, unsurprised at the increased wetness and warmth that his finger encounters as it slides against his slit. Down and back, until he bumps his perineum, then back up, with more pressure, gliding through creamy wetness until he reaches his clit again.
Kakashi shakes, and his hard, hard cock bucks in Sasuke's mouth, breaking the seal of his lips. Spit rolls down the shaft, followed quickly by Sasuke's mouth, vibrating with a moan as he presses his finger against his hot cleft again and drags it up. It's so hot and slippery, and soft and so warm, and it makes Sasuke moan again when he finally parts its delicate, fleshy folds and presses the first joint of his finger inside.
And then Kakashi is saying his name, with a purposeful touch against his shoulder, and reaching down with a shaking hand to choke himself off at the base of his erection, so Sasuke slides his fingers away and lets Kakashi's heavy length slip out of his mouth.
Sasuke has been so inwardly focused that he hasn't noticed how close Kakashi was getting... but now he sees. Kakashi's head is thrown back, his mouth open to suck in deep, rib-stretching breaths. Watching Kakashi's wet cock twitch in his tight fist, and his taut abs clench and shudder, Sasuke pulls his knees together, presses his thighs together, and the little squeeze feels so good he has to do it again.
Kakashi gets his breath back, and he pushes himself up on an elbow.
"Come here," Kakashi breathes, his eyes foggy, and he sits forward and hoists Sasuke up onto the bed. Straddling him, so that when their mouths come together, he thinks he can feel the heat radiating from Sasuke's pussy, just an inch from his dick. Kakashi slides his hands down Sasuke's back, the skin so impossibly smooth, bereft of all the scars that Kakashi's hands have memorized by now - smoother than any skin Kakashi has ever touched, and he thinks that he needs to suggest that next time, Sasuke give himself a few imperfections. Realism, and all that.
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