[He pulls back after a while and cups his cheek with a palm. He feels bad for having to give such news to him, for having to bring up memories that are still painful for him. But he says nothing else and instead, he kisses his chin and then his lower lip. Just a light press, nothing more.]
[ Action ] Warning: NC-17smiling_uminoAugust 18 2009, 10:22:42 UTC
[It's a long kiss and Iruka does not pull away and instead, he guides Kakashi backwards, towards the window frame. He responds, his tight hold on his lover and husband only loosening when he is sure Kakashi is leaning against something solid.
He smiles at him, breathing deep and slow, caressing his cheek before sliding down to his knees. When Kakashi is quiet, Iruka can't keep still. Not this kind of quiet, when he knows that this is something he cannot do anything about.
But for a moment, he can take his mind off things. Even if it's just for a moment.
Down the zipper goes and in to his mouth Kakashi goes; Iruka is quiet here, as he works his tongue and lips, slow, like their mood. Gentle, because he wants to soothe, not tease.
And he looks up briefly and takes in the sight his lover makes with the sun bright against his back. He thinks he looks beautiful, golden lines enveloping him. He thinks the man is blessed.
[In the living room really, getting his things for the day together.]
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[He pulls back after a while and cups his cheek with a palm. He feels bad for having to give such news to him, for having to bring up memories that are still painful for him. But he says nothing else and instead, he kisses his chin and then his lower lip. Just a light press, nothing more.]
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He smiles at him, breathing deep and slow, caressing his cheek before sliding down to his knees. When Kakashi is quiet, Iruka can't keep still. Not this kind of quiet, when he knows that this is something he cannot do anything about.
But for a moment, he can take his mind off things. Even if it's just for a moment.
Down the zipper goes and in to his mouth Kakashi goes; Iruka is quiet here, as he works his tongue and lips, slow, like their mood. Gentle, because he wants to soothe, not tease.
And he looks up briefly and takes in the sight his lover makes with the sun bright against his back. He thinks he looks beautiful, golden lines enveloping him. He thinks the man is blessed.
He thinks ... it will be okay. Somehow.]
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