Too Good: Fluffy Interlude
So here is just a little fluff from Too Good. Hope you likey!
As he cried out for Kakashi to fuck him, time seemed to slow down for Iruka. Everything appeared to happen in slow motion, Kakashi surging above him, the sweat flying off the tips of silver hair, his one steely blue eye opened wide so unlike its usual droop before blinking. Sounds appeared disrupted too; all he could hear was the gasping of Kakashi’s breath and the blood pounding in his own ears. Every sensation he felt in his body seemed magnified, and as he was brought to orgasm it was so painfully pleasurably intense that he couldn’t hold back the scream that ripped from his throat. As Iruka was overwhelmed by the most extreme ecstasy of his life, he also couldn’t hold back the tears that streamed down his cheeks and the shuddering of his body as Kakashi came inside him again.
Sharing that pleasure with Kakashi had been so amazing, so splendid, that Iruka wanted only to tell him how incredible he was, how much he loved him. “’Kashi my love... so good…wonderful….beautiful…’Kashi…love you…so much,” Iruka choked out, the tears of joy and love still falling, trickling down his face to land on the bedsheets.
Kakashi was almost in what Guy would no doubt call ‘manly tears’ as well, but was distracted by the tiny droplets spilling from Iruka’s eyes. He swiped one of the salty tears off his cheek, then lay his forehead against Iruka’s. Lying together with him, Kakashi again thanked the Gods, this time for the gift of love and friendship embodied by his treasure, his lover, his Iruka.
Kakashi and Iruka lay in a tangled heap, thoroughly worn out from the marathon sex they had just had. As his senses returned bit by bit, Kakashi managed to grab the sheet that had fallen to the floor sometime during their frolic and wiped himself off before gently, almost reverently cleaning Iruka’s tan body. God, but he was beautiful, Kakashi just wanted to be close to him, and he tossed the soiled sheet off into a corner and made to lie down next to his lover. Iruka lied serenely in the bed, damp hair flung messily across the pillow, eyes closed, lashes fanning out thick and black across the tops of his cheeks. Kakashi lay his hand in the middle of Iruka’s chest, just feeling the life thrumming in his chest, his heartbeat, strong and steady and just so alive.
Now, Kakashi was a master of many things: the Sharingan, a thousand or so jutsu, and basically all things pertaining to shinobi life. And as part of life as a shinobi, he was quite adept at turning his emotions on and off. When it was time for missions, he was scrupulously professional. When situations arose in which his friends or comrades were in danger, he could switch his feelings off to view the situation from a purely analytical standpoint. This was invaluable, since emotions could cloud judgment and really shoot things to hell in the blink of an eye. Just look at how Sasuke got around his brother, for instance; he totally lost all rational capacity and went ape-shit, completely sabotaging any chance he had at landing a hit, blinded as he was with rage and hatred. But where Sasuke was a failure when it came to dealing with emotions on that front, Kakashi understood them and could therefore have some measure of control over them.
When it came to being with Iruka in private and around their friends, Kakashi had no problem showing how he felt, how much he loved Iruka, how much he cared for him. Now, as he lay in the afterglow with Iruka, he let the feelings come. The thrumming of Iruka’s heart underneath his palm seemed to bring forth a surge of emotion; it seemed to bring the realities of his life into acute focus. His hand, which had taken so many lives, resting against Iruka’s chest, so full of life, was a harsh contrast. But, he knew this hand of his could bring love as well. Kakashi gently stroked Iruka’s chest, earning a soft sigh from slightly parted lips. He moved over his beloved, continuing to caress Iruka’s body; his chest, around his navel, over the peaks of his hipbones, the smooth skin of his inner thighs, behind his knees, his calves, and finally rubbing the soles of his feet.
Iruka looked on contentedly as Kakashi touched him; it wasn’t unusual for him to become very touchy-feely after sex, especially when their lovemaking was intense. Iruka wasn’t unaware that in their line of work it was a rare exception to be able to touch another in an intimate, loving fashion, and that both he and Kakashi took delight and had a deep sense of fulfillment when they did. Iruka nuzzled into Kakashi palm as he stroked his cheek and face, and their lips met for a sweet kiss. Kakashi’s hand wound around his neck and pulled him in closer to deepen their embrace, and soon their tongues were sliding against each other, their lips and mouths dancing together. Parting, breathless, Kakashi laid his head on Iruka’s shoulder and they just cuddled there, enjoying each other, bodies entwined, snuggled down on the bed.
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As he cried out for Kakashi to fuck him, time seemed to slow down for Iruka. Everything appeared to happen in slow motion, Kakashi surging above him, the sweat flying off the tips of silver hair, his one steely blue eye opened wide so unlike its usual droop before blinking. Sounds appeared disrupted too; all he could hear was the gasping of Kakashi’s breath and the blood pounding in his own ears. Every sensation he felt in his body seemed magnified, and as he was brought to orgasm it was so painfully pleasurably intense that he couldn’t hold back the scream that ripped from his throat. As Iruka was overwhelmed by the most extreme ecstasy of his life, he also couldn’t hold back the tears that streamed down his cheeks and the shuddering of his body as Kakashi came inside him again.
Sharing that pleasure with Kakashi had been so amazing, so splendid, that Iruka wanted only to tell him how incredible he was, how much he loved him. “’Kashi my love... so good…wonderful….beautiful…’Kashi…love you…so much,” Iruka choked out, the tears of joy and love still falling, trickling down his face to land on the bedsheets.
Kakashi was almost in what Guy would no doubt call ‘manly tears’ as well, but was distracted by the tiny droplets spilling from Iruka’s eyes. He swiped one of the salty tears off his cheek, then lay his forehead against Iruka’s. Lying together with him, Kakashi again thanked the Gods, this time for the gift of love and friendship embodied by his treasure, his lover, his Iruka.
Kakashi and Iruka lay in a tangled heap, thoroughly worn out from the marathon sex they had just had. As his senses returned bit by bit, Kakashi managed to grab the sheet that had fallen to the floor sometime during their frolic and wiped himself off before gently, almost reverently cleaning Iruka’s tan body. God, but he was beautiful, Kakashi just wanted to be close to him, and he tossed the soiled sheet off into a corner and made to lie down next to his lover. Iruka lied serenely in the bed, damp hair flung messily across the pillow, eyes closed, lashes fanning out thick and black across the tops of his cheeks. Kakashi lay his hand in the middle of Iruka’s chest, just feeling the life thrumming in his chest, his heartbeat, strong and steady and just so alive.
Now, Kakashi was a master of many things: the Sharingan, a thousand or so jutsu, and basically all things pertaining to shinobi life. And as part of life as a shinobi, he was quite adept at turning his emotions on and off. When it was time for missions, he was scrupulously professional. When situations arose in which his friends or comrades were in danger, he could switch his feelings off to view the situation from a purely analytical standpoint. This was invaluable, since emotions could cloud judgment and really shoot things to hell in the blink of an eye. Just look at how Sasuke got around his brother, for instance; he totally lost all rational capacity and went ape-shit, completely sabotaging any chance he had at landing a hit, blinded as he was with rage and hatred. But where Sasuke was a failure when it came to dealing with emotions on that front, Kakashi understood them and could therefore have some measure of control over them.
When it came to being with Iruka in private and around their friends, Kakashi had no problem showing how he felt, how much he loved Iruka, how much he cared for him. Now, as he lay in the afterglow with Iruka, he let the feelings come. The thrumming of Iruka’s heart underneath his palm seemed to bring forth a surge of emotion; it seemed to bring the realities of his life into acute focus. His hand, which had taken so many lives, resting against Iruka’s chest, so full of life, was a harsh contrast. But, he knew this hand of his could bring love as well. Kakashi gently stroked Iruka’s chest, earning a soft sigh from slightly parted lips. He moved over his beloved, continuing to caress Iruka’s body; his chest, around his navel, over the peaks of his hipbones, the smooth skin of his inner thighs, behind his knees, his calves, and finally rubbing the soles of his feet.
Iruka looked on contentedly as Kakashi touched him; it wasn’t unusual for him to become very touchy-feely after sex, especially when their lovemaking was intense. Iruka wasn’t unaware that in their line of work it was a rare exception to be able to touch another in an intimate, loving fashion, and that both he and Kakashi took delight and had a deep sense of fulfillment when they did. Iruka nuzzled into Kakashi palm as he stroked his cheek and face, and their lips met for a sweet kiss. Kakashi’s hand wound around his neck and pulled him in closer to deepen their embrace, and soon their tongues were sliding against each other, their lips and mouths dancing together. Parting, breathless, Kakashi laid his head on Iruka’s shoulder and they just cuddled there, enjoying each other, bodies entwined, snuggled down on the bed.
Next chapter Ch 4
Ch 3
Ch 2
Ch 1