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Worst Day Ever	By : djserani Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Kakashi/Iruka Views: 2426 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He listened for Kakashi to pad into the room and for the door to open. He heard the quiet conversation as the server brought their food and such into the room. He turned around to see the young man bow, watch Kakashi tip him and the server leave.

He took the opportunity while the copy nin's back was turned to climb out of the pool and wrap the towel around his hips, trying to adjust himself enough so the towel didn't tent horribly. It wasn't too bad and he figured he could just get into the room and sit down. It would have plenty of time to calm down while they ate.

He didn't quite make it all the way to the table, but either the older man was being courteous and simply not looking or it wasn't as bad as he feared. They took cushions on either side of the table and Iruka looked at the meal for the first time. He saw with pleasure that it was sushi. Not his favorite, but it came in a close second.

"Thank you," Iruka said quietly, not sure how to take the Kakashi sitting across from him.

"You're welcome." Iruka could hear the smile in his voice and looked up to see that the towel that had been around his face to greet the server was gone. Despite himself, he couldn't help but look. He managed to keep a tight rein on his reaction because the man was handsome. Very handsome. Downright gorgeous, in fact. There was a narrow, strong chin with pale lips that were neither too full nor too thin. Above them were sharp cheekbones and a pretty basic, straight nose. Individually, they were nothing to remark about, but put together, they made for the kind of face that Iruka had to force his gaze away from lest he find himself actually drooling. It didn't help that he knew how kissable those lips were, how they felt on his own. And thinking about it, he blushed again.

He looked back at the table and, glancing once more at the other man, picked up his chopsticks. Kakashi set a bottle of the sake and it's matching cup in front of him, then settled himself on the other cushion. Iruka concentrated on preparing his rolls and lifted one to his mouth. That's when he noticed the other man watching him. "What?" He asked, eyebrows raised, the roll hovering a few centimeters from his lips.

"I was just wondering what kind that was."

Iruka blinked at him. "Oh, um, salmon."

"Ah. May I try one?" The younger man glanced at his plate, realizing he'd taken most of them. Blushing, he held the one he was about to eat out toward the other man.

He'd expected him to reach out with his own set of chopsticks and take it, but instead he leaned forward, his mouth opened. Iruka's eyes widened and he swallowed. It was a lot more intimate to actually feed him. But then again, they'd already kissed, hadn't they? Their eyes glued to each other's, he extended his arm the short distance and put the roll in the other man's mouth. It was ridiculous, he was just giving the man a piece of sushi, but his heart was pounding and he was short of breath.

He watched Kakashi chew on it with a thoughtful look on his face. And then the wasabi hit him. His nose turned red, the color spreading and he grabbed the sake. He quickly poured a cup, then knocked his back. "Good� wasabi..." he choked and Iruka laughed.

"It's not good sushi unless the wasabi makes you want to pound the table," he said, then picked up another roll and popped it into his own mouth. And proceeded to go through the same thing Kakashi just did.

"Well, then, here's to good wasabi," the copy nin said, holding up another cup.

When Iruka could breathe, he picked up his own sake bottle, poured his small cup full and held it up. "Good wasabi!"

They both chuckled. "I think this deserves another," he said, indicating their drinks. "Here's to good sake for clearing up the good wasabi." Iruka laughed again, holding his cup up once more before downing the second drink. The tension eased, then, and Kakashi smiled. Iruka worked to keep from staring, concentrating instead on his food for a few minutes.

He glanced up to see the other man simply eating, occasionally looking up but otherwise just being� normal. It surprised Iruka a little, that they could sit and just eat a meal like this and that he was actually enjoying himself. He hadn't tried to bait him once since they'd gotten to the room and it threw him off balance. He didn't like being off balance, but he was certainly not going to pick a fight.

They ate in a not-uncomfortable silence a few moments, both simply concerned with their food. Iruka glanced up just in time to see Kakashi pick up another piece. He licked his lips, swallowed and took a deep breath. "What kind is that?" He asked and cursed himself for sounding breathless.

"Shrimp. Would you like one?" The other man asked and Iruka nodded, just barely. He tightened his grip on his chopstick as Kakashi leaned forward with it. His nerves deserted him at the last second, however and he lifted his own chopsticks.

Of course, Kakashi couldn't let that go. He pulled it back as Iruka reached for it, so the younger man swallowed again, then opened his mouth. It seemed to take forever for the copy nin to close that tiny distance, their gazes locked to each other. Finally, he put it in Iruka's mouth and he closed his lips around it. As the chopsticks were pulled gently out, the younger grabbed them between his lips with just the slightest pressure, but there was no mistake what he was doing with it.

Kakashi leaned forward over the table, not pulling any more on the utensils. The teacher's eyes widened slightly at the intent that was clear on the other man's face. He released the chopsticks that were still between his lips and Kakashi withdrew them, dropping them onto the table. His hand came up and touched Iruka on the side of the face, the fingertips sliding along his cheek to cup the back of his head, pulling him just that little bit closer.

Iruka couldn't seem to move, he wanted, needed to chew the damned piece of food in his mouth, but couldn't bring his body to do a single thing he kept trying to tell it to do. All he could seem to do was stare at this man in front of him, the one that had tormented and tortured him for so long. The one he was insanely attracted to. He was barely two centimeters from his face now, just like they'd been in the spring. "You should probably chew and swallow that," Kakashi said softly.

It spurred him into action. He'd started this. He knew it. He knew what would happen if he asked about the roll on Kakashi's plate and now he had no choice but to follow through. He nearly swallowed the thing whole, but managed in time to chew it thoroughly enough to not choke. Thankfully, he'd gotten used to the wasabi enough that it didn't bother him so much now.

Kakashi waited patiently there, but as soon as Iruka finished swallowing, his lips were on the other man's, their eyes sliding closed. And holy God, the brush of mouths back out in the springs was nothing compared to this! The older man put pressure behind it this time, moving his lips to nibble on the ones under his.

Iruka could do nothing but respond. His chopsticks clattered to the table and his hands came up to either side of the copy nin's face. He pulled back, very briefly, to gasp in air, then he, himself, closed the distance again. It wasn't a deep kiss, just nips, nibbles, and yet again the brush of lips on lips.

But it was the kind of kiss that stole the breath completely, left both of them stunned. When Iruka pulled back again, they hung there, almost as if they were sort of floating in mid-air, both of them so focused on the other that they'd forgotten about the food, about where they were, that there was even a table between them. It was just them.

Iruka couldn't remember ever experiencing a kiss like that before. He stared at Kakashi, his eyes focused on the mismatched ones staring back at him. And he realized that both eyes were open. The younger man couldn't quite grasp what he was looking at with the sharingan eye, but he was a little afraid to know, too.

Kakashi released him and leaned back, resettling on his cushion and the teacher let his hands drop. He couldn't move, couldn't bring himself to reach out to pick up his chopsticks, could barely breathe, for that matter. They stared at each other another moment, neither willing to speak or be the first to break whatever spell had settled over them.

"Do�" Kakashi cleared his throat. "Are� you still hungry?"

Iruka shook his head, just barely, but the older man got the gist of it. He stood up and came around the table, holding his hand out. Oh God, there was no mistaking the look in his eye. There was no doubt what he wanted and Iruka knew he wanted it, too.

Could he do it? If this was just friendly sex, could he handle that? With him? He still hadn't answered that question, but it looked like he was out of time. He was about to find out.

He put his hand in the copy nin's and stood up. He hadn't been able to tear his gaze away from the mismatched one, but as he got to his feet, he couldn't miss the way the towel hung down, or rather, didn't. He knew his own looked much the same. He swallowed hard as he stood and what breathing he'd been able to do up to that point stuttered in his chest.

He was only a few centimeters away again. Just a tiny distance. He hadn't pulled his hand out of Kakashi's yet, so they just stood there a moment, holding hands and it seemed a little silly how much that simple touch unnerved him. But everything about this man unnerved him, from the way he looked at him to the way he could bait him. Especially how he kissed him. God, how he kissed.

Iruka's eyes darted to those lips then and back up to the other's eyes, the sharingan still open for some reason. Iruka wanted to say something about how he was going to cause himself problems if he used it, but he didn't, the words were stuck in his throat. Instead, he leaned forward, closing those few tiny centimeters and laid his lips over the pale ones in front of him.

It opened something up in the copy nin and he dropped Iruka's hand, pulling him in to his arms. His mouth turned demanding and the gentle kisses were suddenly very much not. Kakashi's lips parted and Iruka felt his tongue trace his bottom lip. He opened to him, unable to not and any breath he had left deserted him with a shudder when he felt that moist muscle slide along his own.

His hands went up to the other man's face, then made their way up into the silver hair. He responded to the kiss, his own tongue tasting, touching the one in his mouth. Rough hands slid over his back, tracing scars as if they were memorizing the feel of him.

Iruka's own hands buried more firmly in the silver mass, holding him closer as he nibbled and sucked. They pulled apart slightly, a thin strand of saliva stretching between their mouths. They stared again, then crashed back together once more. Iruka leaned into the other man, their bodies close enough that he was quite sure that a single ray of light couldn't have gotten between them.

A quiet moan escaped, though neither was sure from which throat it issued. One of the hands on Iruka's back made its way up into his brown hair, threading his fingers through and this time the sound was obviously from the younger man. Their lips broke apart and his head fell back into the other's palm. The strong hand massaged his scalp and he moaned again, lost to the sensations snaking over his skin.

He'd never imagined Iruka would respond to him quite like this. It was intoxicating to feel the other man's body shake slightly, the arousal pressing insistently against his own, the breath stuttering in his chest. Because of the things he'd done.

None of the casual encounters he'd had over the years could come close to something like this. They'd been quick, efficient fucking, the satisfaction of the bodies needs. They'd relieved tension, cleared his focus, but nothing had felt like this. He'd done nothing more than kiss this man and he was damned near insane already.

He watched the tanned face, the eyes closed as he enjoyed the simple feel of his head being rubbed, his hair being played with. But Kakashi couldn't let those lips go for long. He needed to taste them again, needed to feel them on his. He bent to him, his mouth capturing the other's once more. He turned them, backing him up to the bed.

The hands in his hair tightened just briefly, then those incredible chocolate eyes opened and he broke off the kiss. Never breaking eye contact, Iruka let go of his hair, then sat on the bed and laid back. Kakashi could have sworn time slowed down, it looked like he was moving in slow motion. Iruka grabbed the older man's hand and pulled on it.

He wasted no time following him down. He stretched out alongside the other man, not quite ready to take the next step and settle on him. But this, just the skin to skin contact was enough for now. The thick towels were still between them and that was okay. Kakashi was afraid that too much contact might just cause things to end way too quickly. He leaned up over the younger man and looked down at him.

But instead of going straight to his lips, he paused, memorizing the face. He knew what he'd be thinking of when he was home alone and frustrated, what he'd use to help him rid himself of his frustration. Because he also had a feeling that after that night, the same casual encounters he'd sought out in the past weren't likely to satisfy quite the way they had before. And he had no idea what might happen with Iruka after that night.

But he didn't want to think about that. He'd been lusting after this man for a long time and he didn't want to waste what time he did have with him thinking. He could think later, he wanted to feel now. He bent his head again and went back to tasting. There was the wasabi and the sake, the sushi, but under it something else. It was sweet, but somehow he didn't mind this sweetness. Because it was Iruka.

He let out a quiet moan of his own when the other man's tongue met his. They battled, warred, fought to taste more, touch more, feel more. They pulled back and nibbled and nipped, then the kiss deepened again. Iruka's hands made their way up Kakashi's back pausing now and again to trace a scar or feel a muscle before continuing their journey.

When they made it to his shoulders, Iruka wrapped his arm up along the copy nin's back and pulled him down sharply until he was literally laying on the other man. He wasn't going to complain, the more he could feel, the happier he was. That rough hand slid back down his skin until it got to his waist, where it paused.

While their lips continued their battle, his fingertips moved across his back at his waist, right above where the towel lay. It had loosened when he laid down, but it was still in place, albeit precariously. Kakashi pulled back and stared into the brown eyes again, now filled with as much lust as he was sure showed in his own mismatched ones.

He let the look in his eyes dare the younger man to go further, the first real attempt at baiting him since they got into the room. He twisted his lips into a slight smirk which spread into a grin when the hand moved. But instead of sliding over the towel, like he thought the hand would, it went under, along his bare skin stopping only when he could cup the cheek under his palm.

He couldn't cover the surprise completely at it and Iruka gave in to the smirk in response. He moved his hand slowly over Kakashi's ass and the older man couldn't hold in the moan at the contact. Geez, he'd gone way too long without sex for that to make him so crazy. At least, that's what he was going to admit to. It couldn't just be because of who the hand belonged to. He wasn't that bad off for the teacher. Attracted, fascinated, lusting after, yes. But that was as far as Kakashi was willing to admit to.

It was time for some retaliation. He leaned up away from the younger man and ran his hand up over the muscled chest under him. He took his time, dragging his fingers slowly over the tanned skin, drawing lazy circles around the navel, feeling the lines of the ribs or the breastbone. He paused to play with a nipple, tracing circles around it with the rough pad of his finger.

This earned him a sharp gasp, Iruka's back arching, pushing his chest into the copy nin's hand more. Kakashi's eyes darted between the rapidly hardening nipple and the incredible expression on the tanned face. He dragged his hand across the chest and gave the other nipple the same kind of attention, making more circles, pinching gently. A moan tore from the younger man's throat and Kakashi could no longer resist the lips.

He captured that mouth once more, his tongue invading, tasting. The hand on the older man's ass squeezed again in response and pulled gently. The copy nin slid one leg between Iruka's and resettled himself more firmly on top of him, grateful again for the layers of terry cloth between them. Even so, their arousals touched and it took a supreme effort to keep from rocking into him.

He wanted this to last, wanting to savor every bit of this night. If the teacher walked away from him, he knew he wouldn't be capable of going after him again. It may mean this was all they'd ever have. And if that were the case, he was going to make damned sure it was the best it could possibly be.

He nipped at the younger man's lips, just a tease before turning his attention to the tanned jaw, slowly making his way toward the ear. He lifted a hand to brush the hair back from it, then bent and traced the shell with his tongue. Another gasp was heard, then he sucked the earlobe into his mouth, tormenting it, as well, earning another squeeze from the hand on his butt. He nuzzled the spot right behind and fought the urge to grin when it pulled a full loud moan from the other man.

He exploited it, dragging his lips over it, teasing it with his tongue until Iruka bucked up into him and he had to fight to keep his head. God, that felt so good, this man felt so good. He closed his eyes and battled his urge to take, to demand. He didn't want to do that. He didn't want this to be the same hard and fast fucking he was so used to. He wanted slow, he wanted to� no, he wasn't going to think that way. He didn't feel that way about him, right?

He shoved the thoughts aside, grateful for once for the minor distraction from his mind. He abandoned the spot behind the other man's ear and worked his way down over the tanned neck. He dragged his lips over the collarbone, pausing to nip at the edge of it. He lapped at the dip at the base of his neck and then continued up the other side.

The hand on his behind started rubbing, squeezing more insistently. As Kakashi made his way up the other side of Iruka's neck, the other hand on his back slid under the towel to join the first, both of them now teasing his ass. He lost the battle and rocked into him, forced to release the skin in his teeth so that he could let the groan out that needed to escape.

"Ka�ka�" Iruka's breathless attempt at speech only made things worse. He rocked again, burying is face in the tanned neck, trying desperately to find his control. He was not going to go off yet, he was not going to hurry this if it killed him. And it just might. "God, Kakashi-s�"

"Just Kakashi," he managed. "Please�" He had no idea if he was begging for the familiar form of his name or something else, something more indefinable.

In an attempt to keep from bucking into him again, he lifted himself up and started kissing his way down over that incredible chest. He took his time, tasting anything he could reach. He started at the collarbone again, down over the shoulders, then back to the center.

Iruka was forced to let go of Kakashi's butt, so he pushed them back up over his back, to thread one through the silver locks. The copy nin caught the other one, their fingers threading and pinned it up next to the younger man's head. Kakashi's other hand slid slowly down the Iruka's side, teasing the skin there just as he took one nipple into his mouth.

"Kakashi!" Oh God, his name in that voice. Not in anger for once, no honorific. No, this time it was lust, need and want he heard attached to his name. He nipped harder at the nipple than he meant to, but the only response from the other man was another moan.

Iruka had never experienced anything like this before. Staying close to the village, for the most part, meant that he didn't have the same exposure to "mission sex" as some of the other shinobi did. Oh, he'd participated in it, but since missions for him were fairly rare, the sex sometimes attached to them was even more so. As he'd reminded himself earlier, however, he was far from celibate. He'd had his share of casual sex, and that right there was the key - casual. This wasn't casual. As much as he might like to think it was, there was a lot more going on here than a session of friendly sex.

At least for him. He refused to put a real name to it, wouldn't allow himself to think like that. If Kakashi wanted to get up when it was over, walk away and perhaps pretend it didn't happen, well� well, it wouldn't be easy, but he'd deal with it. He certainly wouldn't humiliate himself asking for anything more.

But now, right now, all he could really concentrate on was those hands and lips and the things they were doing to him. He wanted to do, to give, but at the moment he was so damned overwhelmed, he couldn't think straight enough to do anything about it. When those teeth bit down on his nipple, he'd nearly gone completely insane.

Kakashi let go of the nipple and Iruka stared at the ceiling above him, trying to gather his scattered thoughts. Those incredible lips moved over to the other nipple, torturing it as he had the first one, dragging another loud moan out of the younger man. He tried to lift one of his legs to wrap it around the copy nin's, but he was held down by his towel.

So instead, he took his free hand and brought it down to the one around Kakashi. He tugged at it, but it was apparently pinned between them. The copy nin leaned up and Iruka looked into the mismatched eyes. "Need something?" The older man asked, and the teacher thought amusement and lust were fighting for control of the voice.

All Iruka could manage was one word."Naked."

Kakashi's lips slowly stretched into a smile and, after dropping a kiss onto the younger man's lips, he stood up. Brown eyes watched him go over to the bench by the door and select a bottle from a tray he hadn't noticed earlier. He came back, tossing it onto the bed next to him, then untucked the towel and let it drop.

Iruka sucked in a breath at the sight. God, the man was magnificent. He'd known it from him being up against him, could feel it, but to see it. All lean muscle and that cock. Oh God, that cock, rock hard and already leaking. He couldn't force his eyes away from it. Iruka's ass twitched at the thought of having that buried inside of him. He forced his eyes back up to the face that he was still a little amazed to be able to see. His hands fisted in the bedcover, determined to settle himself a little bit.

Kakashi knelt on one knee between Iruka's legs and tugged gently at the towel that was still over the younger man. He unfolded one side, slowly, almost like he was unwrapping a gift. Iruka's eyes watched every motion, every move as he slowly, oh so slowly, pulled the other side away. He saw the flare in the other man's eyes as Iruka's own cock twitched and stood when it was finally freed from the confining fabric.

The mismatched eyes flicked up to his then back down his body again. He leaned down and slowly nibbled a line down from the nipple he'd been torturing last over his belly to his navel. He stopped there, and Iruka never would have thought that someone could torment him so much by tracing circles around it with his tongue, but this man was certainly capable of it. He moaned and moved restlessly on the bed, hands tightening even more in the covers while he continued with the torment.

Those incredible lips finally abandoned his belly button only to find a spot on Iruka's right hip that he never knew was sensitive. Or maybe his whole damned body had become sensitive after all of this. He didn't know, still couldn't think straight. But when the copy nin started torturing it with his lips, then his tongue, he couldn't stop himself from bucking up again.

Kakashi simply put an arm across his hips, carefully avoiding Iruka's cock and held him down. At the rate things were going, he really was going to be insane. He swore every single nerve was alive and sensitive. Everywhere the man touched responded.

He couldn't take it anymore. He pushed his fingers into the gray hair and tugged. Kakashi looked up at him and moved up along his body, slanting his lips across Iruka's again. Using the distraction of the kiss, the younger man hooked one leg around the copy nin's, put a bit of chakra behind him and rolled them.

"My turn," he said, and nipped at the chin when he heard the chuckle. "You don't get to have all the fun." He pinned Kakashi's hands above his head and started with a kiss of his own. He took some time simply tasting the other man, savoring the flavors, the feel of that tongue, learning his mouth.

Then he went to work on his own trail of kisses and nibbles and licks. He fought a grin when he discovered that the copy nin's nipples were especially sensitive and he exploited the knowledge, sucking them until they were hard little nubs and the older man was moaning loudly. He ignored the pleading tone he could hear leaking through and moved further down that incredible body. He traced the edges of the defined muscles with his lips, lapped at the dips, drew his own circles around his navel in the same way the other man had done to him.

He, too, carefully avoided the copy nin's cock, instead focusing on that sensitive line along his abdomen just above the tuft of silver curls. He tormented the crease at the top of his thighs, then finally released the other man so he could make his way down one leg. He took his time, dragging his lips slowly, oh so slowly over the skin, his eyes locked to the other's. Kakashi's hands were gripping his pillow tightly, like he was trying to keep from reaching for something.

He paused when he reached the back of his knee and valiantly fought the grin that threatened when he heard the sharp intake of breath. Instead, he concentrated on teasing it, making him as crazy as he, himself was. He finally moved on, down over one toned calf, then moved to the other leg. He gave it the same careful attention he had to the other, going as slowly as his own sanity allowed as he worked his way up to the crease at the top of the thigh.

But by then it was too much. He desperately needed to taste, to feel the other man's cock. He pulled his hair back, tucking one side behind his ear. Then, his eyes never breaking from the mismatched gaze, he stuck his tongue out and licked, just barely, just lightly at the pre-cum that was sliding slowly down the hard length.

"Holy� Iruka-san�" He bucked up toward the younger man, unable to hold back any longer.

"Just Iruka," he managed, before turning his full attention on the cock in front of him. It was so hard, straining, an angry red. Iruka dragged his tongue along the length, tasting every inch. He memorized every bump, listened attentively to each gasp, each moan. He traced the ridge, lapped up every tiny bit of fluid that leaked, swirled his tongue around the head.

He paused, hovering just off the tip, his mouth open. He looked up at Kakashi's face and saw the sharingan whirling again. Willing to give him something to remember, he slowly descended, keeping his mouth wide, not touching, just teasing. He kept his eyes locked onto the other's gaze and when he got close to engulfing him, he paused.

It must have taking incredible fortitude to stay still and wait. He knew the man had to want to buck up into his mouth, but he didn't. He held back and finally, finally, Iruka gave in. He closed his mouth around the cock, relaxed his throat muscles and swallowed him completely. "FUCK IRUKA!"

Kakashi's hands went to his head as he moved his mouth slowly off of him. He didn't release it completely, instead kept just the tip between his lips before swallowing him again, taking just as much time as he did the first time. It was an incredible feeling to be there and have this kind of freedom to pleasure and touch this man. The trust he was giving, had Iruka the brain power to think it through, would have stunned him.

But he wasn't thinking. His own mind was simply occupied with the taste of the cock in his mouth, the feel of it, the textures. He ran his tongue along it as he moved his lips over it, and when he got to the base, he paused, then swallowed, closing his throat over the head, earning more moans from the man above him. "God, Ruka you're good at that�"

Ruka. No one had ever called him that and he found himself thrilling at the idea of being nicknamed by this man. He paused, closing his eyes to savor the sound before going back to what he was doing. But a moment later, Kakashi was tugging at him. "Please, I don't want to finish this yet."

He couldn't argue that. He released it from his mouth and moved up along the incredible body, stretching out alongside him. His lips were met with the other's and he was lost to another of those amazing kisses again. The copy nin's hand slid down along his skin, finally touching his cock and he gasped at the touch. "Oh God�" he moaned. That strong hand stroked him just once and he thought he was going to go insane. He was so incredibly aroused, it wasn't funny. "Ka... oh god, Kashi, please�" He had no idea what he was begging for, no real clue what he wanted except more. More of this man, more of his touch, more of his kisses, just more�

He got the kiss, the touch as he was slowly stroked again. When they broke apart, he looked up into the other man's eyes. "Please� I�" he swallowed, working to catch his breath enough to speak. "I want you� inside me, please."

The eyes above him flashed and his cock was released. He fought the whine of disappointment at the loss of the touch. Kakashi kissed him once more, then sat back, reaching for the bottle he'd tossed on the bed earlier. He recognized it as the massage oils they provided there. He pulled the top off, then poured some into his hand and set the bottle onto the floor next to him. He rubbed his hands together, warming the oil before carefully coating his fingers with it.

The first touch on his anus nearly made him insane. He bent one leg, the one the copy nin wasn't straddling and pulled it as far to the side as he could. The other man didn't push it in at first, simply massaged the small muscle and Iruka moaned loudly, arching his back a little, trying for more contact.

He finally gave in, pushing his fingertip in, just that tiny bit. Not enough to do anything, not enough for the younger man. "Dammit, more!"

Kakashi chuckled before pushing the finger further into Iruka's straining body. He took his time, though, tormenting the younger man, refusing to give in to the need to speed things up. He pulled it out just as slowly, savoring the tension and lust that was so evident on the expressive tanned face. "Patience," he whispered, pushing it back in again, working the oil around.

Finally he pulled it out completely, listening to the whine from the other man at the loss. He spread more oil around two of his fingers, then started to work them into him. He was tight, extremely tight and that alone was making the copy nin crazy. He could only imagine what it was going to feel like around his cock.

Said member twitched in anticipation and he willed himself to calm down. He concentrated instead on the other man, on giving him pleasure. This, too, was new for him. Oh he'd always made sure his sex partners got off, but he'd never spent so much time simply pleasuring them beforehand. The closest he came to that was the few women he'd been with over the years, making sure they were wet enough to take him. But most of the time, it was simply fucking, make sure the other person got off, then he finished himself.

But now, here, all he wanted was to give this man pleasure, make him moan and feel him writhe under him. He dropped a kiss on the muscled chest below him as he pushed the two fingers into the other man. He took it slowly, knowing the sensations were incredible. He'd only rarely ever bottomed, but he had a few times and knew what it felt like.

He worked his fingers around, spreading them as he pulled them out, determined to prepare him as much as possible. Kakashi knew he wasn't huge, but he could still too easily hurt this man and he simply was not going to. Iruka's hips started moving, pushing against the invading fingers, trying for that deeper feeling. Kakashi curled them just a little, looking for the bundle of nerves, that slight bump. He knew he'd found it when those incredible brown eyes opened in surprise and the "KASHI!" flew out.

Iruka gripped the pillow under his head harder and Kakashi knew he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. He needed to be inside this man, needed to feel that heat surround him. He closed his eyes briefly, fighting for control. He pulled his fingers out, concentrated on coating three of them thoroughly, then worked them into the other man. "God, now, please, I need you," Iruka moaned and Kakashi wondered just how much was behind those words. It sounded like more, like there was meaning behind the 'I need you' that wasn't just about the physical act they were currently involved in.

He didn't want to think about that, though, didn't want to allow himself to go there. So instead, he pulled his fingers out for the last time and reached once more for the bottle. He carefully coated his cock, making sure it was thoroughly covered, then turned back to Iruka.

He'd been watching and the heat in those chocolate depths nearly took his breath away. He shifted over, settling himself between the other man's legs and bent to lay his lips across the other's again. This was softer, just a light kiss, the prelude to the real thing. He pulled back and their eyes met. Iruka's legs came up and wrapped around his waist as he got into position.

He couldn't look away from the other's gaze if he'd tried, not that he wanted to. He pushed against the tight muscle, slowly, carefully making his way into that heat. He had no idea how long it took. It seemed like forever, maybe even hours, though he knew it was probably only a minute or two. Then he finally felt the head pass through the ring of muscle.

He paused, working to control his breathing, desperate to keep himself together. He needed to push in, bury himself completely in one fast stroke, but he didn't want to do that. He wanted this to be slow and thorough.

But he wasn't the only one needing to feel and Iruka shifted his hips enough to tell him he needed more. So he pushed further, another inch, then pulled out. Not all the way, he stopped with just the tip still inside, then rocked forward again, gaining another couple of inches. "God, Ruka you're so tight." He panted with the effort it took to hold back like this. But it was so good and he knew that if he did give in that it would be over in a matter of a few strokes.

Iruka's arms came up around him and he pulled him a little closer. Kakashi buried his face in the other man's neck, buying himself another moment to grab onto his quickly escaping control. He took another breath, then finally pushed the rest of the way in.

"Oh God you feel good. Kash� Kakashi�" Iruka's hands moved over his back, his nails digging in when they came to rest at his waist, just above where his legs were wrapped. Kakashi moved his arms up so that they were wrapped around the other man's shoulders, his hands curved around them. He needed the closeness, though he refused to examine why.

So instead, he focused on speaking, rather than the feel of the incredible body surrounding him. "I like Kashi�" he said, quietly.

"Kashi� please�" it came out a whine and Kakashi knew that the other man was holding on just as carefully as he was. He pulled out slowly, then rocked back in just as slowly. He kept his strokes long, stretching the pleasure out as much as he could. He found the angle quickly that would rub against Iruka's prostate and he made sure to use it.

But he couldn't do it long, they were both too far gone, too aroused. He sped up, no longer able to hold back. He reached between them to wrap his hand around Iruka's length and began stroking it. He couldn't match the rhythm, it was too erratic, too broken as close as he was. "Oh God, come, Ruka�"

"I'm close, oh God, Kashi!" He dragged his nails up along the older man's back and it snapped the last of Kakashi's control. He pumped faster, thrust harder and a moment later, the copy nin surged into him, and his own body took over completely. He came, hard, barely registering the shout of his name when the other man lost it, too.

He was too focused on his body shuddering, and shaking. His ass clenching around the other man's cock, his balls tightening, and his cock spasming as he shot his seed over both of them. "KASHI oh GOD! I'm� oh God I'm�" he couldn't speak coherently, his shouts turned wordless as the orgasm ripped through him.

Kakashi was really only vaguely aware of the sounds and feel of the other man's body as it shook and shuddered. His own body nearly shattered with the force of his climax. He shouted Iruka's name and held on as the tremors tore through him, his muscles clenching, his entire body feeling like it was coming all at once.

He slumped when it was over, resting his head on the other man's shoulders, stunned completely by what he just felt. He had never, in his life, felt like that before, he was sure of it. Oh he'd had good sex, but nothing anywhere in his memory came close.

He swallowed hard, his heart still pounding, his breath coming in gasps. Iruka's arms and legs were still around him, holding him close and he realized he was wanting another first. He didn't want to go anywhere. He wanted to stay right there, for as long as he could. He'd always pulled out, cleaned himself up, maybe helped his partner, then they'd dress and go.

But not his time. No, he didn't want to move at all. He'd have to. Even if Iruka was close to the same size as him, he had to be heavy. He swallowed hard and leaned up. Their eyes met and held. He could see worry in the expressive face, a bit of fear and a whole host of other emotions that were undoubtedly warring for dominance in his head. It made him wonder what showed on his own face, if anything. He'd spent too many years suppressing his emotions, maintaining a passive face.

He took a deep breath. It would be up to him, he knew, to take the next step or not. "I�" he swallowed again. "I don't want to go anywhere."
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