Where's My Present

So, I made a little (kind of crappy, really rushed, not that great) fic for Kakashi's birthday. And here it be:

All in all, Kakashi thought he had had a pretty good birthday. He’d spent the day as he normally would when he had no mission; slept in, dropped by the Academy to have lunch with Iruka, trained. Now he sat in his favorite spot (against the wall, so he could lean on it, because hey, he really was lazy) in a booth at one of his favorite restaurants surrounded by his friends, laughing and joking and enjoying each others’ company as they drank and dined. He’d received some rather nice gifts from his fellow Jounin: Asuma and Kurenai had given him a new bedspread, having dropped by his apartment last month and remarking that his old one looked rather threadbare, like his dogs had gotten ahold of it and torn it up or something; Gai had thankfully given him something that was not green and was not spandex, although he had given a rather loud and youthful speech- it was actually a beautifully bound photo album, which he declared should be filled with the memories from the springtime of this his most blah blah blah…; Raidou had gotten him a watch, because he was tired of having to wait for him to show up when they had missions together, saying that if he could make it one time (while looking pointedly at Genma) then Kakashi should also be able to be punctual (while looking at Iruka); Genma had given him a rather embarrassing if not amusing and also interestingly shaped sex toy. Yes, all in all he was quite content, although he felt like Iruka was holding out on him, since he had yet to make any mention of what it was he’d gotten.

Speaking of the devil, Iruka kept shooting him looks across the table, smiling in that particular way that Kakashi knew meant he had something sexual on his mind. As if to confirm his suspicions, Kakashi felt a socked foot sliding up and down the inside of his right calf under the table. Iruka put his drink down and leaned forward a little across the booth.

“Kakashi-koi, I have a birthday present for you,” the rich dark tone in which Iruka purred this out sent pleasant shivers skittering across Kakashi’s skin.

“Do you...want it?” The low murmur and suggestive intonation not to mention the slightly lifted eyebrow had Kakashi’s heart pounding.

Iruka was seductive at times, but here in public, with their friends sitting right there in the booth with them? Kakashi’s mind was spinning out hundreds of possibilities for the gift Iruka mentioned. But what could it be? He hadn’t seen a wrapped package anywhere, so that must mean it was small enough to fit in one of his pockets. Could it be the next Icha Icha? As his brain continued to go over the countless items that would 1. Fit in a pocket, and 2. Cause Iruka to speak in that manner, he answered.

“Yes, Iruka. I’d like it.”

“Would you like me to give it to you now?” Iruka whispered in a breathy voice, his smoldering eyes locked onto the Jounin’s.

“Y-yes, please,” Kakashi fidgeted slightly, but managed to wait patiently for the tan nin to procure the gift.

Iruka glanced briefly at the other occupants of the booth before shooting Kakashi a wicked smile and bending over beneath the table. Kakashi was puzzled when, instead of emerging with a wrapped package, Iruka continued to disappear from his seat until it seemed he was on the floor. It wasn’t until he felt something situate itself between his legs that Kakashi realized what was happening. His eye widened comically, and he was about to look down at Iruka when firm hands clamped onto his thighs and jerked. Kakashi’s hips were pulled forward to the edge of padded bench, causing him to slouch down a bit. His hands immediately grasped onto the edge of the table to prevent himself from sliding totally out of his seat. A small surprised, “Oh!” escaped his mouth before he was shocked speechless by the hands which were now cupping and fondling him through his pants.

Those wicked, talented fingers danced across his body; one hand lightly stroked the insides of his thighs as the other traced random patterns across his groin. He now had the table in a death grip, as those clever clever hands began to work him into full arousal. His fly was quickly and expertly undone, and he felt the cool air of the room caress his flesh momentarily before a wet tongue dragged itself slowly up his length all the way from root to tip. Kakashi bit back a groan as the wet muscle flicked over the head. Iruka worked over his penis, kissing and sucking the shaft, gently mouthing and nibbling. A warm hand closed around him and began to pump and squeeze as Iruka tongued his slit, the other stroking and caressing his abs before moving down to tug gently on his balls. Kakashi’s eye fell shut in contentment as Iruka’s talented mouth took more and more of him into that warm, moist orifice. And then, just as Kakashi was on the edge of bliss, Iruka snapped a cock ring onto him!

His eye flew open again in startled shock. Kakashi had never had a cock ring on before. He had never denied himself the opportunity to ejaculate. And the feeling was exquisite torture. He felt the need building, felt that point where he should release, and he couldn’t come, he couldn’t come! To have his orgasm denied, to have his sex controlled like that, was one of the most scintillating and erotic experiences he’d ever had, and he was loving every minute of it.


Kakashi heard a tiny click from beneath the table, and a new jolt of excitement swept over him. Even though he had been expecting it, Kakashi still choked on a breath as something wet began to circle his asshole. Iruka continued to suck and lick his cock as his finger circled Kakashi’s entry, waiting for a sign of encouragement or rejection. Receiving no indication of disagreement, Iruka slowly pressed his slick finger against the tight ring of muscles. Kakashi felt the first finger slip inside of him, and a wave of warmth enveloped him, spreading from between his legs to wash over his entire body. He swallowed hard, focusing on trying not to pant as his skin grew increasingly hotter. The finger stayed immobile, allowing him to adjust to the unfamiliar feeling before it was gradually inserted further into his channel. Iruka began to push it in and out, rotating and gently teasing Kakashi open. A second digit joined the first, again waiting for him to adjust before he started pumping them into that velvety heat.

'Oh dear God,' thought Kakashi. He was being finger fucked right there in the middle of the restaurant. It was only through years of being trained to be silent that he managed not to moan like a whore as the digits stroked him on the inside. He felt his legs begin to tremble as the fingers began to thrust in and out, working their way deeper into his body. It wasn’t long before they located that special place, causing white-hot tendrils of scorching pleasure to lick up his spine. The fingers began to rub the spot gently, causing the flames of desire and arousal to burn hotter and hotter as Kakashi was brought closer and closer to completion. And then those exquisitely cruel fingers began to ram into him, driving into him relentlessly and he felt the tension coiling in his abdomen getting tighter and tighter until it was so very painful he thought he was going to die. His balls felt so full they ached, and his cock! Gods, he was harder than he could ever remember being in his entire life. And then Iruka released the cock ring, and pleasure exploded behind his eyes. He saw dazzling sparkles of bright white light as his balls clenched and jerked up into his body, his pinned hips bucking wildly, straining to bury himself in Iruka’s throat as he came long and hard.

Kakashi was in a daze as Iruka gently tucked him back into his underwear and fastened his pants closed again. He felt distant from the world, lost in the feelings of absolute gratification and complete sexual satisfaction. It was as if he were wrapped in a warm comforting bubble, away from everything and everyone in the room except for his lover from whom that feeling seemed to emanate. Iruka emerged casually from under the table, looking for all the world as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred; like he hadn’t just sucked off Kakashi and fingered him moments before. Iruka discreetly wiped his fingers off on a napkin before reaching over to hold Kakashi's hand, squeezing it gently and rubbing circles on the back with his thumb, his eyes warm and bright and full of love.

Later that night, after their little party had ended, they lay together in bed, curled up face to face. Iruka had one arm cushioning his head, the other draped across Kakashi’s waist, while the slender fingers of the Copy-nin curled over a tan hip, the others playing with strands of coffee colored hair spilling across the pillow.

“Did you enjoy my gift?” Iruka whispered softly after a while.

Giving his lover a beautiful smile, Kakashi pulled the Chuunin over to him and proceeded to show him just how much he had liked it.