25 Days of Christmas-Day 10
Warning for NC-17 content.
It was a thing of hot mouths fastened on whatever bare skin they could reach, legs entwined and groins rubbing against each other, groping hands frantic to touch, to feel that skin that was even now flushed with desire. Kakashi managed a choked moan and suddenly fierce hands were tugging him closer. There was a moment of disorientation and then he was flat on his back.
Kakashi wasn’t sure how they had wound up here, with Iruka’s hot mouth working its way up his suddenly bared thigh, but he couldn’t find a reason to object, not when Iruka’s fingers were doing that to his aching balls. Subtle tugs and a series of nips up his inner thigh had him hissing and arching up off the bed. “I-I-Irukaaaaa…” He managed.
“Shh…” The voice that answered him back was husky and dripping with pure lust. “Just feel.”
He could do nothing but obey that sinful mouth that was even now working its way to his aching cock, swollen and curving up against his stomach. The lust was a thing all its own; an inferno burning in his belly, sending licks of flame down to his throbbing cock, to the balls that were drawn tight with the need to come. He keened and arched up into the warm mouth that suddenly closed over the head of his cock. “Don’t…” His parched mouth managed only the slightest whisper.
Iuka hummed softly around the head of his cock, and Kakashi cried out, heels digging into the bed as his back bent, thrusting toward that sinfully hot mouth. “C-can’t… going t-to…”
Iruka’s only response was to take him in so deep that his nose brushed the pale hair at the base and to swallow. Kakashi keened and came hard, hands scrabbling for a hold on the sheets as he spilled his release down Iruka’s willing throat.
When the last aftershocks had speared through his system like lightning, he slumped back to the bed, panting harshly. His skin twitched with little shocks as Iruka continued to lick and nip where his hip slanted inward. Without his willing it, his cock started to fill with blood again. Iruka’s fingers curved around it, stroking roughly.
Kakashi reached down for the chuunin, wanting… needing something, and unsure just what. Iruka’s smile could have been considered a lethal weapon as he pushed himself up to rest across Kakashi’s chest. “Just feel…” He whispered again, his free hand brushing lightly across Kakashi’s still clothed chest, the feel of the fabric rasping over his nipples making them tighten and ache. “Just relax. For tonight, it’s just the two of us…”
Iruka rose from the bed and deftly stripped his clothes off, his dark eyes never leaving Kakashi’s single exposed one. Kakashi watched him, the tan skin no less a tapestry of scars than his own pale flesh. Iruka’s impressive cock was dusky and curved heavily to one side. Iruka smiled again, that same impish grin and spread his hands, as if asking, ‘like what you see?’ Kakashi’s own cock stirred with new vigor.
Iruka slipped back onto the bed, one hand coming to rest heavily on Kakashi’s groin, caressing and stroking. His warm brown eyes held Kakashi’s own. “Do you trust me?” He asked huskily.
If he weren’t so drunk on Iruka’s presence and the wine, Kakashi might have actually said no. But the warm body beside him, vulnerable in his nakedness, demanded a different answer.
And he gave it without hesitation. “Yes.”
Iruka’s smile widened and he bent to press his lips to the bared skin just below Kakashi’s eye. “Good.”
He slipped back down until he was resting between Kakashi’s spread thighs, his breath teasing the fine hair at Kakashi’s groin. He dipped his head and lapped a wet stripe up the underside of Kakashi’s aching flesh, paying special attention to the sensitive spot just below the head. Kakashi writhed, panting harshly through the mask as Iruka fisted his fingers around him, mouth busily teasing the tip. Kakashi dug his fingers into the sheets beneath him.
Strong fingers gripped his ass, tilting his hips upward, as that wet mouth worked its way further down until Iruka was ever-so-gently pulling at his balls, mouthing first one and then the other, rolling his tongue around them in ways that has a thin whine coming out of Kakashi’s throat.
When he felt a slick finger drag from the base of his balls to gently circle the ring of muscle, he didn’t tense up, even thought he knew what was coming. The finger slipped inside with surprisingly little resistance and Kakashi hissed softly as it probed. Then it crooked and the world briefly went away behind a soundless explosion of white fire behind his eyes. When he came back to earth, panting and shaking, he realized that there were two fingers stretching him wider and a third easing its way in. He was shaking wildly and pushing back against them as they kept teasingly brushing that spot inside that set off fireworks in his blood.
He didn’t even recognize the voice that said, “Please!” But some tiny part of his mind that wasn’t washed away in the stretch of muscles and the slow burn of pleasure reminded him that it was his own mouth begging.
Then those wonderful fingers were gone. But even as he yearned after them, he felt them grip his hip firmly. Something blunt and much larger than the fingers was pressing against the loosened ring of muscle. “Breathe,” came Iruka’s strained voice. “And push out.”
Kakashi could do nothing but obey. He groaned low in his throat as Iruka pushed past the ring of muscles. Iruka’s hands stroked his hips; his flanks. “Relax; push out.”
He obeyed and was rewarded as the first stinging wave of pain faded under the startling feel of fullness and pressure as Iruka seated himself fully inside him. Then Iruka moved, pulling out almost all the way. He pushed back in, pressing against that wonderful spot that send sparks rocketing through Kakashi’s blood and he moaned and bucked his hips up into that glorious pressure.
As Iruka groaned and rotated his hips, each movement pushed him farther and father toward his inevitable orgasm. Kakashi dug his fingers into the broad shoulders above him, heaving and thrusting his hips into the push of that cock deep inside him.
Close… he was so… Suddenly, Iruka’s pace shifted into a punishing rhythm and his hand gripped Kakashi’s neglected cock. One rough pull was all it took and Kakashi cried out, coming hard into Iruka’s hand. He heard Iruka’s low groan and felt stuffed to the hilt as Iruka pushed hard against him.
They slumped there together, sticky and sweating as they slowly came down from the peak. Kakashi sighed as Iruka slipped slowly out of him, followed by the feeling of warm fluids seeping out of him. Iruka rose as Kakashi savored the slow burn of his muscles easing. Then Iruka was back, a warm towel gliding over him to clean evidence away. Iruka wiped him down and then gently fingers eased a soothing cream into and around his stinging passage.
Kakashi dragged his eye open, tensing as Iruka slipped back into the bed, and pulled him against that broad, tanned chest. But Iruka did nothing else, except brush fingers against his cloth-covered lips, and Kakashi realized that somehow, he’d never even been unmasked. It was enough to allow himself to relax and let sleep claim him. He heard Iruka’s amused voice as the darkness dragged him down. “If you think that felt good, wait until I let you be the one on top.”
It was a thing of hot mouths fastened on whatever bare skin they could reach, legs entwined and groins rubbing against each other, groping hands frantic to touch, to feel that skin that was even now flushed with desire. Kakashi managed a choked moan and suddenly fierce hands were tugging him closer. There was a moment of disorientation and then he was flat on his back.
Kakashi wasn’t sure how they had wound up here, with Iruka’s hot mouth working its way up his suddenly bared thigh, but he couldn’t find a reason to object, not when Iruka’s fingers were doing that to his aching balls. Subtle tugs and a series of nips up his inner thigh had him hissing and arching up off the bed. “I-I-Irukaaaaa…” He managed.
“Shh…” The voice that answered him back was husky and dripping with pure lust. “Just feel.”
He could do nothing but obey that sinful mouth that was even now working its way to his aching cock, swollen and curving up against his stomach. The lust was a thing all its own; an inferno burning in his belly, sending licks of flame down to his throbbing cock, to the balls that were drawn tight with the need to come. He keened and arched up into the warm mouth that suddenly closed over the head of his cock. “Don’t…” His parched mouth managed only the slightest whisper.
Iuka hummed softly around the head of his cock, and Kakashi cried out, heels digging into the bed as his back bent, thrusting toward that sinfully hot mouth. “C-can’t… going t-to…”
Iruka’s only response was to take him in so deep that his nose brushed the pale hair at the base and to swallow. Kakashi keened and came hard, hands scrabbling for a hold on the sheets as he spilled his release down Iruka’s willing throat.
When the last aftershocks had speared through his system like lightning, he slumped back to the bed, panting harshly. His skin twitched with little shocks as Iruka continued to lick and nip where his hip slanted inward. Without his willing it, his cock started to fill with blood again. Iruka’s fingers curved around it, stroking roughly.
Kakashi reached down for the chuunin, wanting… needing something, and unsure just what. Iruka’s smile could have been considered a lethal weapon as he pushed himself up to rest across Kakashi’s chest. “Just feel…” He whispered again, his free hand brushing lightly across Kakashi’s still clothed chest, the feel of the fabric rasping over his nipples making them tighten and ache. “Just relax. For tonight, it’s just the two of us…”
Iruka rose from the bed and deftly stripped his clothes off, his dark eyes never leaving Kakashi’s single exposed one. Kakashi watched him, the tan skin no less a tapestry of scars than his own pale flesh. Iruka’s impressive cock was dusky and curved heavily to one side. Iruka smiled again, that same impish grin and spread his hands, as if asking, ‘like what you see?’ Kakashi’s own cock stirred with new vigor.
Iruka slipped back onto the bed, one hand coming to rest heavily on Kakashi’s groin, caressing and stroking. His warm brown eyes held Kakashi’s own. “Do you trust me?” He asked huskily.
If he weren’t so drunk on Iruka’s presence and the wine, Kakashi might have actually said no. But the warm body beside him, vulnerable in his nakedness, demanded a different answer.
And he gave it without hesitation. “Yes.”
Iruka’s smile widened and he bent to press his lips to the bared skin just below Kakashi’s eye. “Good.”
He slipped back down until he was resting between Kakashi’s spread thighs, his breath teasing the fine hair at Kakashi’s groin. He dipped his head and lapped a wet stripe up the underside of Kakashi’s aching flesh, paying special attention to the sensitive spot just below the head. Kakashi writhed, panting harshly through the mask as Iruka fisted his fingers around him, mouth busily teasing the tip. Kakashi dug his fingers into the sheets beneath him.
Strong fingers gripped his ass, tilting his hips upward, as that wet mouth worked its way further down until Iruka was ever-so-gently pulling at his balls, mouthing first one and then the other, rolling his tongue around them in ways that has a thin whine coming out of Kakashi’s throat.
When he felt a slick finger drag from the base of his balls to gently circle the ring of muscle, he didn’t tense up, even thought he knew what was coming. The finger slipped inside with surprisingly little resistance and Kakashi hissed softly as it probed. Then it crooked and the world briefly went away behind a soundless explosion of white fire behind his eyes. When he came back to earth, panting and shaking, he realized that there were two fingers stretching him wider and a third easing its way in. He was shaking wildly and pushing back against them as they kept teasingly brushing that spot inside that set off fireworks in his blood.
He didn’t even recognize the voice that said, “Please!” But some tiny part of his mind that wasn’t washed away in the stretch of muscles and the slow burn of pleasure reminded him that it was his own mouth begging.
Then those wonderful fingers were gone. But even as he yearned after them, he felt them grip his hip firmly. Something blunt and much larger than the fingers was pressing against the loosened ring of muscle. “Breathe,” came Iruka’s strained voice. “And push out.”
Kakashi could do nothing but obey. He groaned low in his throat as Iruka pushed past the ring of muscles. Iruka’s hands stroked his hips; his flanks. “Relax; push out.”
He obeyed and was rewarded as the first stinging wave of pain faded under the startling feel of fullness and pressure as Iruka seated himself fully inside him. Then Iruka moved, pulling out almost all the way. He pushed back in, pressing against that wonderful spot that send sparks rocketing through Kakashi’s blood and he moaned and bucked his hips up into that glorious pressure.
As Iruka groaned and rotated his hips, each movement pushed him farther and father toward his inevitable orgasm. Kakashi dug his fingers into the broad shoulders above him, heaving and thrusting his hips into the push of that cock deep inside him.
Close… he was so… Suddenly, Iruka’s pace shifted into a punishing rhythm and his hand gripped Kakashi’s neglected cock. One rough pull was all it took and Kakashi cried out, coming hard into Iruka’s hand. He heard Iruka’s low groan and felt stuffed to the hilt as Iruka pushed hard against him.
They slumped there together, sticky and sweating as they slowly came down from the peak. Kakashi sighed as Iruka slipped slowly out of him, followed by the feeling of warm fluids seeping out of him. Iruka rose as Kakashi savored the slow burn of his muscles easing. Then Iruka was back, a warm towel gliding over him to clean evidence away. Iruka wiped him down and then gently fingers eased a soothing cream into and around his stinging passage.
Kakashi dragged his eye open, tensing as Iruka slipped back into the bed, and pulled him against that broad, tanned chest. But Iruka did nothing else, except brush fingers against his cloth-covered lips, and Kakashi realized that somehow, he’d never even been unmasked. It was enough to allow himself to relax and let sleep claim him. He heard Iruka’s amused voice as the darkness dragged him down. “If you think that felt good, wait until I let you be the one on top.”