Naruto, "Enough," Kakashi/Iruka, NC-17
My girl celipa23 has been ever so patient with me, waiting for me to finish fic of Kakashi and Iruka, so this is for her, born from a bunny I honestly no longer remember. She said she liked it when Kakashi gave Iruka head, I remember that much, so that's what we've got.
NC-17 for not much plot past the screwing, but I was in a hurry to post this so there's more to it. If my muses cooperate, this will continue in a small arc. Let me know with comments and feedback and all that yummy ego-stroking stuff if you want the muses to be nice to me. ^_~
Enough
by Mistress Quickly
Of all the sexual partners Kakashi Hatake had had in the past, of the few men and women he'd trusted well enough for intimacy with him, Iruka Umino was the only one he simply could not get enough of. No matter how often he sought and found his release with the younger man, no matter how rough and animalistic their coupling was, no matter how gentle and loving their lovemaking was, he always wanted more. Craved and dreamt and fantasized and wanted more.
Always more. It was never enough.
Kneeling on the soft mats in the main room of Iruka's small apartment, nude and panting and trembling with control, Kakashi held his lover steady in his lap, watching Iruka ride him, watching the man's muscles tense and relax under smooth skin, strikingly dark against his own pale arms. It was taking all of Kakashi's concentration not to thrust, not to tip Iruka back onto those soft, cool mats and drive into him, but it was worth it, staying still and watching, so very, very worth it.
"Warn me when you're close," Iruka whispered, breathless and beautiful, his hands tensing on Kakashi's shoulders as he moved faster, his erection slick and dripping, abandoned between them. "Don't come inside me. You can come on me, just not in me, not today."
Kakashi grunted in assent, then thrust up, twice, just to see Iruka's dark eyes widen, lips parted in a sharp gasp. Iruka was close, but Kakashi was closer, there was no denying it.
And much as he wanted to last-much as he wanted to enjoy the tight heat of Iruka's body, the graceful flow of the man's motions, the soft sounds of pleasure Iruka made each time he thrust down hard enough onto Kakashi's cock, the head rubbing against his prostate-teasing himself too close to the edge was dangerous. Iruka rarely made requests during sex, rarely insisted on having his way, so to breech his trust by releasing inside him ...
"Close," he growled, sliding his hands down Iruka's back to cup the man's firm ass, pulling until his cock was buried as deeply as it would go in Iruka's body, Iruka's legs tight around his hips. In one smooth motion, he rocked the both of them forward, Iruka landing on the mats with a soft thud, groaning as Kakashi slid out of him, slow and wet.
Kakashi growled and curled his body down, taking Iruka's erection into his mouth and sucked, anticipating the thrust of Iruka's hips that might have choked him, swallowing around the salty head and licking the shaft, one hand wrapped around the root while the other stroked his own erection, hard and fast and too good to last, far too good to last.
"Ngh, yes, come for me," Iruka whispered, hips rocking in tiny thrusts, the head of his cock bumping the back of Kakashi's throat. "Yes, Kakashi, yes, please, mmm ..."
With a moan muffled around the hard length in his throat, Kakashi came, helpless against Iruka's quiet begging, striping his own thigh with his semen, warm and sticky and copious from weeks of abstinence on his latest mission, the last few dribbles trickling messily down his fingers. Shuddering through the aftershocks, he drew a deep breath and took Iruka's cock as deeply into his throat as he could, shifting and blindly pushing his fingers, wet with his own semen, into Iruka's body, thrusting and stretching as he sucked, eyes closing as Iruka's strong thighs began tensing, jerking erratically in the way they only did when he was about to come.
"Coming ... Kakashi I'm coming, I'm ... oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ..."
Kakashi took it all, held what he couldn't swallow immediately and swallowed it at his leisure, licking the hard flesh in his mouth until it began to soften. Then, when Iruka whispered for him to stop, the scar over his nose wrinkled at the feel of Kakashi's tongue brushing his hyper-sensitive flesh, he drew it out in one long, gentle suck, licking the head with the tip of his tongue.
"Ah! Stop that, it ... "
Sighing, Kakashi pulled away, licking his lips, watching Iruka flop back on the mats with a boneless sigh, one arm thrown over his eyes.
"It's always so good, with you," said Iruka. "Always good."
"Maa, you're good as well," said Kakashi, stretching languidly across Iruka's leg to snatch up the towel the man had been using to dry his hair when Kakashi had shown up, half and hour before, leaning against the doorframe with a lazy smile hidden by his mask and an erection hidden by his trousers. He wiped his hands, then scrubbed the drying mess of semen from his thigh, sighing in defeat as he tried-and failed miserably-to clean the sticky dribbles of come clinging to the curls around his softened cock. He felt Iruka's gaze on him and looked up, cocking his head at the dark eyes following his every movement.
Iruka sat up. "Thanks," he said, "for not ... well, for doing what I asked. I'm proctoring an exam this afternoon, don't want any awkward questions." He smiled and rubbed the heel of his hand in a small circle on his lower back. "I'll be lucky, though, if I'm not walking a bit funny."
"Perhaps we should have re-thought our position then," said Kakashi, offering Iruka the towel and watching, fascinated, as the man cleaned lubricant from the insides of his thighs, spreading his legs further apart and lifting his balls, gently brushing the towel over his entrance, the skin raw-looking and pink, still shiny with lubricant.
"We can do that tonight, if you'd like," said Iruka, folding the towel and rising slowly to his feet. He stretched and yawned, luxurious and handsome, graceful and strong. "I won't have any grading to do, not after the exams are finished."
Kakashi swallowed hard, his cock twitching to life against his thigh, and nodded without even thinking about the proposition. He couldn't stay away, not when he was in the Village, not when Iruka was smiling softly at him, inviting him to return.
That much he knew was true.
Iruka gave him a kiss, then padded into the bathroom to put his towel in the hamper and wash himself, humming as he bound his hair back in a ponytail and dressed for work. Kakashi followed and watched, silently washing his hands while Iruka sorted through books and papers, slipping them into his bag.
"Maa, I'll see you later, sensei," said Kakashi, slipping out the window over Iruka's bed.
Iruka nodded and smiled. "Until then," he said.
Kakashi drew a deep breath and slipped away.
It was never, ever enough. And Kakashi found he didn't really mind.
NC-17 for not much plot past the screwing, but I was in a hurry to post this so there's more to it. If my muses cooperate, this will continue in a small arc. Let me know with comments and feedback and all that yummy ego-stroking stuff if you want the muses to be nice to me. ^_~
Enough
by Mistress Quickly
Of all the sexual partners Kakashi Hatake had had in the past, of the few men and women he'd trusted well enough for intimacy with him, Iruka Umino was the only one he simply could not get enough of. No matter how often he sought and found his release with the younger man, no matter how rough and animalistic their coupling was, no matter how gentle and loving their lovemaking was, he always wanted more. Craved and dreamt and fantasized and wanted more.
Always more. It was never enough.
Kneeling on the soft mats in the main room of Iruka's small apartment, nude and panting and trembling with control, Kakashi held his lover steady in his lap, watching Iruka ride him, watching the man's muscles tense and relax under smooth skin, strikingly dark against his own pale arms. It was taking all of Kakashi's concentration not to thrust, not to tip Iruka back onto those soft, cool mats and drive into him, but it was worth it, staying still and watching, so very, very worth it.
"Warn me when you're close," Iruka whispered, breathless and beautiful, his hands tensing on Kakashi's shoulders as he moved faster, his erection slick and dripping, abandoned between them. "Don't come inside me. You can come on me, just not in me, not today."
Kakashi grunted in assent, then thrust up, twice, just to see Iruka's dark eyes widen, lips parted in a sharp gasp. Iruka was close, but Kakashi was closer, there was no denying it.
And much as he wanted to last-much as he wanted to enjoy the tight heat of Iruka's body, the graceful flow of the man's motions, the soft sounds of pleasure Iruka made each time he thrust down hard enough onto Kakashi's cock, the head rubbing against his prostate-teasing himself too close to the edge was dangerous. Iruka rarely made requests during sex, rarely insisted on having his way, so to breech his trust by releasing inside him ...
"Close," he growled, sliding his hands down Iruka's back to cup the man's firm ass, pulling until his cock was buried as deeply as it would go in Iruka's body, Iruka's legs tight around his hips. In one smooth motion, he rocked the both of them forward, Iruka landing on the mats with a soft thud, groaning as Kakashi slid out of him, slow and wet.
Kakashi growled and curled his body down, taking Iruka's erection into his mouth and sucked, anticipating the thrust of Iruka's hips that might have choked him, swallowing around the salty head and licking the shaft, one hand wrapped around the root while the other stroked his own erection, hard and fast and too good to last, far too good to last.
"Ngh, yes, come for me," Iruka whispered, hips rocking in tiny thrusts, the head of his cock bumping the back of Kakashi's throat. "Yes, Kakashi, yes, please, mmm ..."
With a moan muffled around the hard length in his throat, Kakashi came, helpless against Iruka's quiet begging, striping his own thigh with his semen, warm and sticky and copious from weeks of abstinence on his latest mission, the last few dribbles trickling messily down his fingers. Shuddering through the aftershocks, he drew a deep breath and took Iruka's cock as deeply into his throat as he could, shifting and blindly pushing his fingers, wet with his own semen, into Iruka's body, thrusting and stretching as he sucked, eyes closing as Iruka's strong thighs began tensing, jerking erratically in the way they only did when he was about to come.
"Coming ... Kakashi I'm coming, I'm ... oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ..."
Kakashi took it all, held what he couldn't swallow immediately and swallowed it at his leisure, licking the hard flesh in his mouth until it began to soften. Then, when Iruka whispered for him to stop, the scar over his nose wrinkled at the feel of Kakashi's tongue brushing his hyper-sensitive flesh, he drew it out in one long, gentle suck, licking the head with the tip of his tongue.
"Ah! Stop that, it ... "
Sighing, Kakashi pulled away, licking his lips, watching Iruka flop back on the mats with a boneless sigh, one arm thrown over his eyes.
"It's always so good, with you," said Iruka. "Always good."
"Maa, you're good as well," said Kakashi, stretching languidly across Iruka's leg to snatch up the towel the man had been using to dry his hair when Kakashi had shown up, half and hour before, leaning against the doorframe with a lazy smile hidden by his mask and an erection hidden by his trousers. He wiped his hands, then scrubbed the drying mess of semen from his thigh, sighing in defeat as he tried-and failed miserably-to clean the sticky dribbles of come clinging to the curls around his softened cock. He felt Iruka's gaze on him and looked up, cocking his head at the dark eyes following his every movement.
Iruka sat up. "Thanks," he said, "for not ... well, for doing what I asked. I'm proctoring an exam this afternoon, don't want any awkward questions." He smiled and rubbed the heel of his hand in a small circle on his lower back. "I'll be lucky, though, if I'm not walking a bit funny."
"Perhaps we should have re-thought our position then," said Kakashi, offering Iruka the towel and watching, fascinated, as the man cleaned lubricant from the insides of his thighs, spreading his legs further apart and lifting his balls, gently brushing the towel over his entrance, the skin raw-looking and pink, still shiny with lubricant.
"We can do that tonight, if you'd like," said Iruka, folding the towel and rising slowly to his feet. He stretched and yawned, luxurious and handsome, graceful and strong. "I won't have any grading to do, not after the exams are finished."
Kakashi swallowed hard, his cock twitching to life against his thigh, and nodded without even thinking about the proposition. He couldn't stay away, not when he was in the Village, not when Iruka was smiling softly at him, inviting him to return.
That much he knew was true.
Iruka gave him a kiss, then padded into the bathroom to put his towel in the hamper and wash himself, humming as he bound his hair back in a ponytail and dressed for work. Kakashi followed and watched, silently washing his hands while Iruka sorted through books and papers, slipping them into his bag.
"Maa, I'll see you later, sensei," said Kakashi, slipping out the window over Iruka's bed.
Iruka nodded and smiled. "Until then," he said.
Kakashi drew a deep breath and slipped away.
It was never, ever enough. And Kakashi found he didn't really mind.