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Rock the Cradle of Love	By : hatochan Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1067 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Rock the Cradle of Love
- 1
Author's Notes

- Thanks to everyone who reads and reviews my flights of fancy. ^_^

- Thanks to Fuyu_no_Akegata, my beta/muse, who puts up with my whining when I'm not getting my way.

- For Anise- Some Iru/Rai that started as a PWP but ended up with a storyline anyway. Sorry!

Story Notes

- Part of the TI universe.

- This incident occurs a few months after Tied With a Bow.

- Raidou is 25 and Iruka is 16.

Warnings: GRAPHIC SEX BETWEEN AN ADULT MALE AND ONE 16 YEAR OLD MALE, ALL CONSENTING. IF THIS BOTHERS YOU, THEN DO NOT READ THIS. Also, biseinen-ai, yaoi, coarse language, etc...

Disclaimer: Naruto and its characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto. ' Rock the Cradle of Love' lyrics belong to Billy Idol.

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Rock the Cradle of Love

" Hey Rai, is Genma here?"
" He left on a mission yesterday. What the hell did you do, Iruka? "
" Suck." Iruka released a heavy sigh, his body slumping against the door frame. He straightened back up when he realized that he was transferring large amounts of mud and forest sludge onto the weathered wood. I really need my post mission fuck. Like now. And Mizuki is out on a mission, too. Double Suck! The young chuunin pulled in a deep breath and made ready to leave, glancing over Raidou's bare torso longingly. I don't think Raidou's ready for us to go it alone just yet. Triple Suck! " I had to crawl through some cow pastures in the rain. I'll see you tomorrow in the missions office. " Raising his hand in a fatigued wave, Iruka turned and took two steps before a hand reached out and clamped around his upper arm.
" Iruka, get in here. " Raidou growled and dragged the teenager into his apartment.
" Raidou, I'm getting your floor dirty. " The chuunin groaned at the mess he was making. The entry mat is pretty much ruined. " This isn't just mud, you know."
" Are you bleeding?" Raidou was already stripping away the sodden uniform. It fell in heavy wet splats on the floor, his hitai-ate clinking dully. " Are you injured?"
Iruka smiled at the concern. Raidou could be almost as bad as a parent. Which is such a nice thing to come home to. " No, nothing bleeding at least. I'm pretty sure I've got a few nasty bruises on my ribs, one or two on my shins. I meant that I've been crawling through cow pastures, like I said before, and that some of this is cow manure. It's going to get all over your floor and possibly your upholstery if you keep flinging my vest around. "
" I'm not flinging it, I'm trying to dislodge some of the grime so I can actually get it to the bathroom without getting any cow shit on my furniture. " Raidou snapped back, face twisted into a look of disgust as several globs of dark matter fell onto his bare feet. " Damnit. " He set the item of protective clothing to the side of the discarded shirt and zori and focused his attention on the chuunin's exposed upper body. Brown fingers danced carefully over the smudged skin. " Okay, looks like you're right about the bruises. " He leaned closer, hot breath ghosting across Iruka's chest as he examined a large discoloration just below a dusky nipple. " Did you get hit with a water jutsu?"
" Yeah, how'd you know?"
Raidou moved to the younger man's pants, deftly unbuttoning and slipping the sopping fabric down the lean legs. " Water jutsus create an indistinct pattern when they bruise, weapons and fists usually leave clearer marks. "
Iruka listened only half heartedly. Most of his thoughts were concentrated on how good Raidou's hands felt on his body, warm and soothing where he'd known nothing but cold and harsh for the past two weeks. Wonder if he'd at least let me sleep in his futon with him tonight. His hand reached out to balance himself on the older man's shoulder, but pulled back quickly when he remembered that his fingers were still dripping with filth.
" Iruka, lean on me or you're going to fall over. "
" I'm dir-"
A large brown hand took the smaller brown hand and slapped it onto Raidou's shoulder. Iruka didn't protest any further. No longer afraid of losing his balance as the tokujo lifted his feet to remove his pants, the chuunin began to take notice of his surroundings, namely the unusually clean interior of his friend's flat. Music emanated from the small entertainment system, the chuunin recognizing the tune as the one that Genma had proclaimed ' Their Song'.
// It burned like a ball of fire... When the rebel took a little child bride... To tease yeah... So go easy, yeah...//

Iruka looked around the open front room, at the various shopping bags on the couch, at the bottle of imported red wine sitting on the coffee table. He thought about Raidou's appearance when he opened the door. Pants sloppy, just thrown on. Hair messy, just showered look... Sniffing softly, Iruka picked up on a scent that had been masked by the stench coming from his own clothes. ... his favorite cologne. Uh oh. " Are you expecting someone, Rai?"
// Cause love cuts a million ways... Shakes the devil when he misbehaves... I ain't nobody's fool, come on... Shake it up... Whatever I do...//
" Oh, uhm, no. No one." The pants finally joined the soiled heap in the entryway and Iruka was beginning to shiver in the draft. Raidou stuttered a bit, almost sounding embarrassed. There was even a tinge of pink on his cheeks. " Today's my day off so I was just lazing around, thought I'd clean up a bit... maybe cook some real food instead of eating take-out. "
// Rock the cradle of love... Yes the cradle of love... Don't rock easily, it's true...//
Iruka dismissed the twitchy behavior and watched as Raidou stripped out of his loose sweat pants, his adrenaline induced lust pushing his fatigue farther into the back of his mind. I really really really want to fuck Raidou right now.

It had been a few months since Raidou's birthday 'gift' and the three shinobi had repeated the performance with numerous variations in the mean time. And, of course, Iruka knew that the two older men were sharing a bed rather often since Raidou's break up. The chuunin had always been strongly attracted to the man and had often fantasized about him when servicing, or being serviced, by others, but despite their newfound intimacy Raidou had been unsure whenever Genma wasn't present.
The last time the threesome had been in the middle of an exceptionally incredible make-out session, Genma had been called away on ANBU business and Raidou had flubbed around like a pre-teen virgin until Iruka had simply jerked them both off in order to get some release. And Iruka had to practically beg to get Raidou to sleep in his futon afterwards. Iruka could only deduce that the older brunette was still uneasy about the boundaries of their physical relationship.

How do I get him to understand that there are no boundaries? Silly Rai-Rai.

The older man seemed oblivious to the younger's staring. Raidou used his clean sweat pants to wipe his hands and feet off before dropping the garment onto the crowded floor. Then he snatched up the vest and took hold of Iruka's arm again. " Come on. Let's get you cleaned up and me cleaned up and then I'll have an early dinner done in no time. "
Iruka was led to the small bathroom at the back of the flat, his vest held gingerly in Raidou's other hand. The little white room had never looked so inviting to the exhausted chuunin, wanting so badly to be rid of the sweat and mud and manure still covering most of his body. Raidou opened the narrow window and thrust the vest into the tree branch outside. " The rain can have another go at it while you're getting clean. Here. " He spread a towel onto the small bench nearby and set Iruka down while he spun the shower knobs to full blast and busied himself grabbing towels and washcloths. " I assume you won't mind me sharing since my feet are dirty and I doubt you're able to wash yourself properly with those bruises."
" True." As the tokujo moved around the small room, Iruka watched him from beneath half lidded eyes. His scars really are beautiful. Almost like rippling water. The chuunin noted the way the damaged skin moved with Raidou, not quite stretching as well as the rest of the tan hide over his chiseled muscles. He admired the broad shoulders , the firm curve of the man's rear end, the almost delicate looking ankles. He's practically perfect. It would be so easy to fall in love with him, but... Iruka reached out a hand and lightly ran his fingertips over the older man's hip, ignoring the flare of pain the action caused. Raidou jumped and turned wide russet colored eyes towards him. Such an endearing look on a grown man, and that blush is adorable. I wonder if that's what Genma is always talking about when I blush. If that's how I look, then I'm going to make an effort to do it more often. His hand fell away from the warm body.
" You okay, 'Ruka?"
" Yeah..."
There was a bit more fiddling and when Raidou seemed satisfied with the temperature and pressure he helped the shaky teen into the glass and tile compartment. Expressive brown eyes continued to scan over Iruka's body, searching for more injuries. " Get under the spray, no turn around so your hair gets wet. "
The hot water stung his skin and the pressure hurt, but Iruka knew it was simply because he was so cold and bruised. The discomfort was short, however, the large hands soothing away the worst of it. Iruka let the artificial waterfall rain down on him, soaking his hair and washing away the outer layer of grime as Raidou ran a washcloth loaded with a citrusy scented soap over his body. Mmmm, smells kinda like Kotetsu's shampoo. Iruka sighed softly and leaned forward, resting more of his body weight against the other man's solid form. A half erection met his own semi-hard flesh. Iruka wiggled against it.
Raidou seemed intent on ignoring it." I'd have thought that you would've gone to Mizuki's. You seem to be spending a lot more time with him. " He began scrubbing down the chuunin's sides, placing Iruka's arms over his shoulders to keep him upright, the smaller hands clasping behind his neck.
" He's still out on a mission. " Iruka grumped. He felt a tiny jolt of warmth spread through his body as Raidou brushed across his lower belly with the sudsy cloth. " He asked me if I wanted to move in together, split the rent on a nicer apartment. "
" Sounds like an excellent plan. You two are good friends and it would be nice to have one of the bigger flats. " The older brunette washed Iruka's arms and hands, some of the white foam running down his own skin on which they lay.
" Yeah, I guess so." The chuunin absently agreed. His support column sank down to clean his legs, forcing him to lean more heavily on the strong shoulders. Iruka ran his thumb over the scars on the left side and tried not to think about how close Raidou's face was to his slowly rising cock. Just because it was customary for Iruka to get some lovin' after a mission didn't mean that Raidou wanted to be the one giving it. The teen mentally grunted in frustration. Hell, it never hurts to ask. " Hey, Raidou. You wouldn't want to like, fuck me or anything, would you?"
The washcloth stopped, the scrubbing halted, the big man froze. After a short pause Raidou continued with his cleaning routine. The dull roar of the shower was the only sound in the tight space until the tokujo's voice spilled out between the drops. " That would be awfully nice, but I don't think we should."
" Why not?"
Raidou gave a nervous laugh and stood up, his body bending away from the younger man's and denying any unnecessary contact. He then leaned over the shorter brunette and adjusted the spray before turning him to face the shower head. Warm water fell gently on Iruka's front, pouring down his neck and chest to tickle his thighs and nearly full erection, an arm braced on the tile wall. The tokujo repeated his ministrations on the teen's backside. " I don't think Genma would appreciate being left out. You're his favorite student. "
" Yeah, but you're his favorite person. So are you worried that he'd be jealous of you, or of me? " Iruka countered, frown pulling at his lips. The washcloth was dragged up the cleft of his ass; efficient, not sexual. The chuunin pushed his rear end back into the older man's thigh and tried a different argument. " Does it upset you when he and I sleep together when you're away?"
" Of course not."
" Do you think that I get upset because you and he fuck each other without me?"
" Well, I suppose not."
A clean herbal scent filled the cramped shower stall. Iruka resisted the urge to purr as Raidou's hands caressed his scalp, shampoo lathering up on his long hair. The chuunin remained silent as the older brunette lathered, rinsed and repeated, eyes closed as he was turned around and around, in and out of the spray. Then Iruka was facing the falling water again as Raidou applied conditioner with the same crisp fragrance. Let him mull over that for a bit. The very nerve of him denying me... oh that feels good. His head lolled back onto the older man's chest, the tokujo firmly massaging the achy shoulder muscles. The back rub was so wonderful Iruka nearly forgot that he was supposed to be indignant until Raidou's formidable erection poked him just below one of his massive bruises. Oh yeah, time for an answer. " So?"
" So what?"

So what?! " So, are you going to play nice and give me my well deserved screw?"
" I don't think-"

" Fine!" Iruka fumed. His jaw tightened and he moved towards the shower spray, again bracing his hand on the white ceramic squares and drenching his head. The conditioner slid over his skin in ultra slick trails. " I didn't want you to fuck me anyway. Your dick's too big! " Even in his own ears it sounded childish, but Iruka didn't care. He was sixteen, tired, hurt and horny and that culminated in a very cranky chuunin. And he was not accustomed to being turned down. Dark eyes squeezed shut to keep out the polluted water, his mouth wide open in order to breathe through the spray.
Suddenly he was no longer under the water. Strong hands grabbed him by the upper arms and spun him around, holding him tightly to the scarred body. Iruka winced as his injuries were reawakened. Blinking the drops from his eyes, the chuunin looked up to find Raidou's normally kind cinnamon colored orbs glaring down at him. And for the second time since entering the tokujo's apartment, Iruka was uncertain. Uh oh...

Hot lips were smashing against his own, creating more bruises and busting Iruka's lower lip near the corner; the taste of copper almost overriding the taste of Raidou's spit. The chuunin was too shocked to struggle. Iruka had never seen the older man angry at him before. Annoyed, exasperated, frustrated, yes. Angry, never. The hands on his arms tightened and the blunt nails dug into Iruka's caramel colored flesh. Raidou's enormous cock slid alongside the teen's, pressing and burning him with its heated skin.

Big UH OH...

The crushing kiss lasted another few seconds before the older man released his death grip on the chuunin's arms and moved one hand to the slender waist and another to the dark tresses. Iruka was afraid his hair would be yanked out by the roots if Raidou tugged any harder. He managed a small gasp. " Rai?"
Instead of answering, Raidou twisted around and pushed the smaller figure against the back wall, one meaty thigh between the teenager's legs lifting him up. The tile was cold on Iruka's flushed skin. Blood trickled down his chin, mixing with the drops of bathwater and itching to the point of distraction until a wide tongue licked it away and Iruka was captured in another brutal kiss. Breathing erratic, ribcage screaming, erection throbbing. Iruka found the presence of mind to struggle against the restraining hold. His fingers scrabbled over the wet flesh of Raidou's shoulders, trying to push him away. He kicked wildly, but seated as he was on the scarred man's thigh with his toes dangling above the floor, he couldn't do any real damage. When he was unable to free himself the little brunette retaliated by biting the muscle currently raping his mouth. This time there was nothing but the metallic tang of blood.
Raidou jerked back, diluted crimson spilling from his lips, unreadable expression on the scarred face. He spat to the side. Iruka watched the glob of colored saliva hit the tile and swiftly disappear as the shower beat upon it. " R-Raidou?"
" Shut up." The tokujo's voice was deep and gravelly and Iruka thought he would pass out right then from the lust it sent singing to his cock. Raidou ground his hip into the teen's groin, painfully hard. " Just shut up. Some days you are so much like Genma it makes me fucking insane. " His hand pulled down on the back of Iruka's head and the chuunin felt some of the silky strands leave his scalp. " Just mouthing off, not paying attention to who you're talking to. And I'm so fucking tired of it. "
" Agh, uh..." Iruka grunted wordlessly; he didn't dare speak after Raidou's command. The pain was spreading throughout his body, his abused scalp, his injured ribs, his tortured cock. Raidou shifted and some of the spray hit Iruka's face, temporarily blinding him. But he didn't need to see to feel the teeth sinking into his pectoral muscle, directly above his left nipple. Iruka cried out.
The pain receded almost immediately. " Isn't this what you wanted? " Raidou continued to rant in a gruff voice, face close to Iruka's, mouth still dribbling blood. " Every time you shake that ass or stick out that lower lip. " He stopped to grab the swelling flesh in his teeth before sucking it into his mouth and Iruka tasted their mixed blood once more. The tokujo went on, words low and seemingly spoken for his own benefit and not for Iruka's ears. " So much like Genma. That sonuvabitch. "
Again, Iruka didn't try to respond verbally, but he decided that he didn't need to. I've had rougher play. That night in Lightning wasn't entirely kisses and cuddles, I think I still have a scar on my hip from that. The chuunin relaxed his body, consciously releasing the knots of tension, preparing himself for what was to come. I can play rough, too, but I really hope he's going to give me at least a perfunctory stretching. Or let me do it. Before Iruka's thoughts could turn to genuine worry over his state of ill preparation, he felt himself sliding down the cold tiles. His bum hit the floor and sent a hard jolt up his spine, echoed a split second later when Raidou landed on his lap, straddling his lean thighs. Muffling a little groan of pain, Iruka wrapped his arms around the bigger man's neck and leaned in to take his lips.
The tokujo didn't resist the younger man, kissing back with equal force. Raidou's hands released the chuunin and moved to his waist, pulling his lower body forward, mercilessly rubbing their cocks together. The shower spray pelted Iruka's arms. Oh kami, I can't breathe... The dolphin began to gasp for air, breaking the kiss and wincing at the pressure being applied to his beaten torso.
But Raidou had already moved away and onto the teen's cock. A large brown hand circled the weeping length, tugging on the slick flesh with a decided lack of gentleness and thumbing the head on each up stroke. " Raid-"
" Shut up."
Iruka swallowed his words and sucked in a steadying breath. He had also played the silence game with Genma before, though it hadn't been quite as mean spirited as what he was facing with Raidou. I should be more concerned, but honestly, I'm just so happy that I'm going to get some that I don't care how roughed up I get in the process. The chuunin squirmed in place, enjoying the hand job and the sloppy kisses that the older man slapped on him in various places. He kept his vocalizations limited to small incoherent sounds.
Raidou occasionally filled in the gaps between whimpers and kisses, mumbling to himself more than speaking to Iruka. " You two act like I never want it... get all pissy when you don't get your way, fucking... sonuvabitch Genma..." He still sounded rather irate.
Iruka heard, but ignored. His mind was preoccupied with the current groping of his dick and the bites along his throat. Fuck! I'm going to be hurting tomorrow, but I love this! His manhood was twisted and he couldn't hold back the accompanying yelp. I wish Genma would do this to me more often. Then hot water was striking the bent back and springing back up to sprinkle Iruka's face and an even hotter mouth was surrounding the head of his cock. " Ughn... uh ahhhn!"
But Raidou, apparently, was not concerned with a full on blow job. After only a half dozen strokes of his lips and tongue, that only served to bolster Iruka's aching need, the tokujo removed the searing heat of his mouth and replaced it with a handful of cold conditioner.
Sable eyes widened phenomenally, arms falling from the big man's shoulders to slide nimble fingers over the broad scarred chest. Iruka pushed his hips up, fucking the tight fist. The thick white fluid smeared and spattered the dark skin.

Lower, LOWER!!! Iruka shouted in his mind as he tilted his hips as much as possible, trying to get the slick fingers to find their way to his puckered entrance. He wasn't sure if the burning in his eyes was tears or soapy water, but Iruka knew that he was near the end of his tolerance. His back arched as Raidou's fingernail scraped along the prominent vein. " JUST FUCKIN' FUCK ME, RAIDOU!!!"
Raidou's response was a threatening growl that startled the teen from his lusty daze. Even more startling, the tokujo held Iruka's cock firmly at the base and rose above him, wide body completely blocking the spray of the shower and backlit by the single weak bulb hidden in its waterproof casing. The older man's monster of an erection bounced near the small brunette's face, flushed and wet and leaking profusely. Raidou loomed over the chuunin for a few seconds, aligning the dark erection with his own entrance.
With another throaty growl Raidou impaled himself on Iruka's cock.
Iruka went blind for he didn't know how long. There was simply nothing other than the tight heat encasing his most delicate appendage and the heavy weight atop him. Squeezing... writhing, pulsing... devastatingly warm and soft and hard and moving so deep... The chuunin rolled his hips upwards, thrusting against the forceful blows from above, relishing the guttural noises his partner was emitting.
" Aw fuck, Iruka! Uhhhgn, shit..." Raidou's voice ebbed and flowed with the white noise of the shower, changing as he moved through the spray, as he moved upon the chuunin's cock. " So fucking- AHHH!"
Sight returned to Iruka, his sable eyes blurry, but aware. Very aware of the huge purple tinged erection slapping against his belly and chest, the head bobbing below his chin. As soon as the younger brunette noticed the tempting piece of flesh he followed his first impulse. He curled his body forward and fit his mouth over the tip of the weeping member... and sucked very hard.
" Oh fuck !!!"
Then everything seemed to slow down, the shower roaring dully in his ears, black-brown lashes fluttering as the equally dark eyes took in the scene.
Directly below him the huge shaft extended to meet the nest of ebony hairs. The large sack swung and jiggled beneath the rod that pumped his mouth. He didn't even have to move his head, the cock being moved in and out from between his lips with every rise and fall of the big man's body. His own hands gripped the tokujo's hips, fingers folded over the sharp angles to assist in the powerful fucking. In front of him the defined muscles of Raidou's abdomen and chest flexed and rippled under the golden skin. The lone dusky nipple stood erect. Both arms were stretched out and Iruka knew the hands were braced on the back wall. He couldn't see Raidou's face, but he could imagine the various expressions racing across the handsome features.
He could see the drops of lukewarm water that wandered through the ridges and valleys of Raidou's scars, following the twisted lines of flesh to the juncture of body and leg where they merged and streamed inwards towards the point where their bodies were so intimately joined.
And then Iruka closed his eyes.
" Ohh, ah-ughn, ahhhh! " Raidou's grunts and groans punctuated every slam, every suck, becoming faster and more spastic and finally culminating in tensed muscles and a scream that was deafening in the confined space. " IRUKA!!!"
The eruption caught Iruka off guard, but he swallowed without choking. He had dearly missed the warm salty fluid coating his throat while he was away. His tongue continued to dance over the swollen head as he thrust his length into the clenching sheathe that grew so much tighter, so much hotter, that the chuunin could hardly bear it. Three hindered thrusts and the burning coil in his belly ignited the fluid in his balls and set off an answering fountain of cum deep within the tokujo's body. Iruka's cry of release was muffled by softening tan flesh.
A pair of well muscled arms fell heavily onto Iruka's shoulders and slowly curled in an embrace. The chuunin smiled around his mouthful as he felt Raidou's heart beat still hammering in his scarred chest, heard the labored panting above him. Oh my, very nice indeed, despite the new pains. His hips and lower back were beginning to feel a lot like his chest and sides; thoroughly abused. But it couldn't dampen Iruka's mood. What's that one line? Genma's favorite from that song... oh yeah ; // Sent from heaven above that's right... To rob the cradle of love...//. I probably shouldn't sing that for Rai, he's got enough issues to deal with concerning me and sex.
Though maybe one less, now.

Broad, capable hands were threading through his hair, gently tugging Iruka away from the spent member. The chuunin let it fall from his mouth, dragging over his tongue as it escaped the oral prison. Raidou whimpered at the stimulation. The cinnamon colored eyes gazed down at the younger man, the characteristic kindness restored. " 'Ruka, are you okay?"
" Little sore, but I'll live."
" I'm sorry about your lip. " Concern swept across the tokujo's face.
" Your tongue got the worst of it. Sorry about that. " Raidou gave a small shake of his head, flinging water from the tendrils of nearly black hair that clung to his face and neck. Iruka interpreted the gesture as ' It's fine' . He flinched as the tokujo's muscles spasmed around his sheathed cock, his member still buried deep inside the older man, reminding him that were worse things than a bitten tongue. Iruka leaned forward and graced the wide chest with soft kisses, Raidou reciprocating on top of the dark silky crown. " What about you? You didn't stretch. "
" I was cleaned, stretched and lubed before you even got here."
" Huh? " Iruka drew his brows together in confusion. Then he remembered the set-up he had walked into less than half an hour ago and it all made sense. The music, the wine, all showered and smelling good... The shopping bags, most likely filled with enemas and lubes and anal beads... He was going to spend the day masturbating ( Is there a better way to spend a day off?) because...The forcefulness, the irritation towards me, but the anger was towards- " You and Genma didn't sleep together before he left on his mission."
" No, we didn't."
The smaller brunette hissed through his teeth as Raidou carefully lifted up, dislodging Iruka's deflating manhood. When the older man had settled back down on his lap, the teen spoke up. " Did you get into a fight?" They almost always spend the night together before missions. It must've been bad if they couldn't work through it long enough to fuck.

Raidou sighed and lightly ruffled the wet locks of hair, causing them to wrinkle at odd angles from the chuunin's head. " Yeah, but it's nothing for you to worry about. " He leaned back and yanked on the hose to knock the showerhead from its place, catching it effortlessly and turning it on their groins. His other hand grabbed the shower gel and dumped a fair amount in the same spot. " I'll deal with it when he gets back. "
Iruka took the initiative and picked up the discarded washcloth, light touches enough to create an enjoyable lather on the sensitive flesh without presuming another round. " Did he go out and screw someone else? Someone you don't like. Is that what it was about? "
" No, " There was a pause and Raidou raised up enough for his partner to reach between his thighs and clean his loosened entrance. " but I'm sure that's exactly what happened after he left here without screwing me."

I've never noticed how similar cum feels to conditioner and soap. The sudsy fingers were a bit more than just utilitarian in their cleaning of the hidden orifice, enthusiastically helping with the elimination of his seed as the older brunette's muscles pushed it out. Raidou's little sighs of pleasure fed Iruka's post coital contentment, though his thoughts wouldn't leave the argument alone. " So you're not mad at me? " Just making sure I don't need to apologize for anything other than the tongue.

The pretty brown eyes took on a hint of weariness, of an undefined sadness as the tokujo responded. " No, I'm not mad at you. You just pushed my buttons, running at the mouth. Which you get from Genma, who I am pissed at." Raidou quickly rinsed their bodies with what was left of the barely warm water and closed the taps before they were blasted with an icy cold shower. He left the head dangling by the hose. " You shouldn't be so bratty. It's not attractive."
" And yet, I got some ass anyway."
Raidou smirked, though his eyes still held worry. " You sure you're alright?" He wrapped the boy in his arms, nosing into the wet locks on top of his head.
" Fi-ne. " Affectionate impatience drew out Iruka's reply. He's not going to tell me about their fight. He snuggled briefly into the crook of the tokujo's neck and shoulder, then gently pushed Raidou away. But I can wait until Genma gets back and I can interrogate him, make him apologize 'cause I know it's his fault. Iruka strengthened his ' put upon' face. " Now get off me so I can breathe properly. "
The chuunin's nose was tweaked as Raidou stood, hand extended to help him up. " I know you plan on picking Naruto up from the orphanage tomorrow, but you're more than welcome to stay here tonight. You know, if you want another go around, even if I'm not as kinkifically-resolved as Gen-chan. " The large man looked almost... hopeful.
Iruka grinned. I think those boundaries have finally been erased.

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