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It's Cold Tonight	By : Denilmo Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Kakashi/Iruka Views: 1772 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-It's Cold Tonight
- 1
The last remains of the once glorious hot tea slipped down Iruka’s throat as he pulled the blankets further up around his lap. Without even casting a glance, he stretched his arm out to set the mug down, the small green-jacketed book in his hand holding most of his attention. He turned another page and settled against the pillows he had structured behind him. He never thought that he’d ever consider reading one of Jiraiya’s books, but here he was on a chilly winter’s night, alone, in bed.
The plot was actually quite captivating, if not a little cliché at times, but the words spread onward in a passion that only the great sannin could’ve provided and he was hooked. It also didn’t hurt that the delicately written soft-porn throughout was tantalizing and just as interesting (though not always necessary) as the main story.
Iruka shifted and, feeling his eyes grow heavy, powered through till the end of the current chapter. Creating a tiny dog-ear, he closed the book and placed it next to his empty mug. He switched off the bedside lamp and settled deep into the warmth of his blankets. He cast his eyes to the window, noticing how the wind swayed the branches, a tiny whistle pressed past the glass pane of his window and he subconsciously shivered. He never did particularly like the cold. A sigh morphed into a yawn and he cast another glance out into the inky blackness of night.
Come home soon.
It wasn’t until hours later that an icy coldness seeped past his burrow of blankets and pillows. Iruka lightly shivered as he felt for his blankets. He only suffered the repercussions of being a restless sleeper during the winter. His brow furrowed as he couldn’t find them. He huffed irritably, not wanting to open his eyes and actually having to get up to locate them, when a frigid touch slowly slid down his arm, gooseflesh raising in its wake. He tensed and his eyes shot open, immediately aware that he was not alone.
But the intruder was a welcome one.
His sleek body was accentuated by the moonlight, his hair even more silvery. He was leaning over him bare-chested, his left eye gently closed as his right roamed over him. Iruka had to blink to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. He had been expecting him back, but not for another few days.
“Kakashi?” he asked, voice still layered with sleep.
“Was that a question? Just who else do you have coming into your bedroom at night, Iruka-kun?”
His voice was silky and teasing, and it made the chunin smile as he reached for him. “Come here.”
Kakashi did not hesitate, but chose a rather indirect route to join him. Maskless lips touched his outstretched wrist and traveled upward and Iruka grinned lazily, enjoying the feather-light caress. It wasn’t until a large hand pushed under his shirt that he jumped.
“You’re freezing!” he exclaimed, completely jolted awake by the arctic sweep of his hand.
“Well, if you’d let me warm myself…”
“Are you crazy? Get under these blankets!” Iruka climbed onto his knees and crawled to the foot of the bed where he found and pulled up the large downy blanket.
A tiny squeak bubbled up at the back of his throat as Kakashi’s larger, harder, and definitely more chilled body bent over his.
“But, I can get much warmer if you let me under something else,” his breath, still very warm, tickled over the shell of his ear. Then, as if what he was insinuating wasn’t clear enough, his hand easily slipped past the waist band of Iruka’s pants.
The dark-haired man bit his lip at the touch that mimicked the weather conditions outside, but still nearly melted at the sound of the soft moan from behind him. His hand quickly warmed as he roamed over his thigh, brushing near the area that had been neglected since he left on his mission.
“Better?” Iruka asked.
“Almost.”
Then Kakashi’s other hand slid again beneath his shirt, up the hard ridges of muscle. Iruka tried to keep his breath steady as his warmth was pulled from him, as fingers dragged over his smooth chest and brushed against his nipples.
Kakashi pulled back on him then as he sat back on his feet, bringing Iruka with him and up onto his knees. His hands still ghosted over his hot body, taking all the heat he could spare. Feeling the man beneath his touch, Kakashi warmed, his body relaxing. He was back home and in one of the only places he felt at home in, with the one person that welcomed him back like no other.
Snaking his hand through the neck of Iruka’s shirt, he grabbed his chin and turned his face to the side where he crashed his lips upon his. Iruka sucked in a deep breath through his nose as their lips touched. It had been just over two weeks since he had seen him, been with him, been touched like he was doing right now and it felt better than any words could describe. So when Kakashi’s tongue prodded his lips to open, he obliged without any thought.
Kakashi smirked when his fingers wrapped around his half-hard member causing the chunin to gasp into his mouth. He stroked him as their tongues collided more intensely. Iruka’s hands reached back and gripped his lover’s thighs, fighting back a moan.
Kakashi tore away from him then, his breath puffing against his cheek. “You wear too much clothing when you go to bed.”
“Only when you’re not here,” came Iruka’s breathy reply.
A light chuckle reverberated through Kakashi’s chest and into his back and Iruka himself couldn’t help but to grin.
The jounin pulled his hand from his pants and joined the other to lift his shirt over his head. Tan skin greeted him and he kissed the scar in between his shoulder blades from when he had protected his former student. He usually enjoyed taking his time, exploring his body (and allowing for exploration of his own) before bringing the younger man to a trembling, pleading mass before giving in and delivering just what he craved. But tonight he was the one that was longing for that intimate touch, that joining of their bodies that had them praising in passionate curses and harsh pants.
Eagerly, Kakashi’s hands slid down the planes of his back to his pants, which he made short work of disposing. His own came off quickly, Iruka glancing back at him with flushed cheeks and a hungry gaze as he revealed himself to him. He no longer cared that he had been woken up in the middle of the night and that he had to be up for class in three hours. He didn’t even care if he didn’t get any sleep until the next night. Kakashi was here with him and that was all that mattered.
Taking up his place behind him, the smoky-haired nin kissed him full on, showing his enthusiasm for being back before pulling away. Twirling slick muscle around his finger, coating it thickly with his saliva, he took time in preparing his lover for their meeting. Lips, tongue and teeth caressed his back while fingers pressed and massaged past tight muscle and into the place that was the warmest. Iruka gasped as his digits invaded him, worked him slowly, until he was mewling and panting. And it was only when Kakashi was completely positive that Iruka was ready that he gently slipped his fingers free, and wrapped them around his stiff cock, pumping himself a few times to take the aching need away.
Just another moment…
Each man gritted his teeth, hissed and gasped, and clenched onto sheets or skin as he slowly pushed inside, sheathing himself in his tight body. Kakashi’s forehead fell onto his shoulder as he finally sat buried to the hilt.
“Iruka-kun.” The shaky breath of his name sent shivers down his spine and Iruka reached back to twine his hand into the older nin’s hair, his blunt nails scraping against his scalp tenderly.
“I missed you, too,” the brunet admitted, understanding the hidden words that he didn’t speak.
With his arms wrapped possessively around the chunin’s torso, Kakashi began to move, rocking his body languidly against his lover’s. His heart sped, blood pumped through him, spreading warmth to the rest of his body. Iruka trembled in his hold, lips parted and eyes closed in bliss – and it was going to get much better.
“I’ve got you.” Kakashi’s smooth voice echoed in his ear before he was skillfully pulled backwards.
Kakashi’s chest was solid and comforting beneath him and he head hung off his shoulder. At such an advantage, Iruka turned to face him and placed kisses along his jaw and cheek, coaxing the Copy nin to give in and mesh their lips together like he wanted.
His larger, more battle-experienced hands smoothed down his chest and teased the lines of his hips before settling on his thighs and encouraging them to part between his own creamy legs. With their feet firmly planted on the bed, Kakashi gave an experimental push of his hips – and was contented by the grimace of pleasure that crossed the other man’s face.
Iruka ground against him with every upward swell of his hips, bodies undulating as if caught in the ocean. When Kakashi wrapped his fingers – no longer frigid, but fiery hot – around the younger man’s weeping, rock-hard member, he was rewarded with a strangled cry. He drew his hand up and down his length in time with a well-practiced thrust; the resulting groan fed the building fire in his belly.
“You like that?” his husky voice resonated straight through to the chunin’s core.
Iruka gasped and gulped for air, making sounds that resembled ‘don’t stop’ and Kakashi had no intention to.
His hips surged upward, breaking the dreamy rhythm he had originally set in favor for a more intense pace. He was so thick and hard inside him, his hand gripping and sliding along him creating the most perfect friction. Iruka clenched his jaw as the bliss thrumming through his veins spiked. He wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to last.
“…’kashi…”
The older nin knew that sound, thrived off of it… cherished it. He craved it and wanted to hear more. Their sweat slicked bodies moved together flawlessly, like two well-choreographed dancers bowing and swaying.
Thrusting his hips, Kakashi’s ragged breaths and needy hisses whirled across the other nin’s cheek and ear, persuading him to reply in kind – Iruka was always the more vocal one. His heady moans filled the empty space of the modest bedroom and hidden in them were requests to go harder… faster. Kakashi was never one to deny a request like that. His legs and his arm burned with fatigue, but he wouldn’t rest until his name was being shouted in euphoric release.
Iruka’s body quaked on top of his and his hand shot out to clench around one of Kakashi’s arms. He could barely think straight enough to construct a sentence, and that did wonders for Kakashi’s ego.
“I-I’m…”
“Come for me, Iruka,” he paused, flicking his tongue across his ear. “-kun.”
The chunin gasped and grunted, his body racing to indulge his command. The pressure coiled low within him and built until he thought he was going to burst. The deliciously naughty words murmured against his ear were like a hammer swinging against the fragile hold he had on his control.
A low growl escaped his lover’s mouth, his hand pumping him heatedly, as the words left him in desperation. “Fffu- I’m gonna come, Iruka! Come with me.”
And his world went white, like a blanket of snow that Konoha hadn’t seen in years, like static, or as if he had died and was walking toward the light. His body quivered, oblivious to the splash of his milky essence onto his stomach and Kakashi’s hand; oblivious to the whine and shouting of his lover’s name over and over again as he was rocked with pure, carnal bliss.
As his orgasmic high subsided, Iruka felt the swipe of cloth over his stomach. Still regaining his breath he noticed he was being wiped clean with a shirt and shook his head.
“Kakashi, your clothes…”
“Ssh, it’s just a shirt. It can be washed.”
Kakashi gently rolled them to the side where he pulled free and allowed himself to lie back feeling completely boneless and sated. Iruka turned to face him, propping himself up on an elbow. The jounin already had his eyes closed, but he knew he was still awake.
“I’m glad you’re back.”
He only hummed in response, but Iruka knew that meant he was beyond happy himself. He splayed a hand over his chest, feeling the heart beneath fluttering swiftly, like hummingbird wings.
“I’m going to be useless in class today, you know that, right?”
At this, the silver-haired nin only grinned. “Good. That means you’ll be easy to take advantage of when you get home.”
The young man could only blush and chuckle. Then his eyes widened when he felt his hand comb into his loose russet locks. The rough pads of his fingers brushed his scalp in a tender massage and he realized that Kakashi was staring at him.
“W-what?” he asked, a bit self-consciously.
Kakashi purred - a deep sound in his throat – as his gaze swept over him. He pulled him down toward him till his lips hovered just scant centimeters away from his own. “Definitely my favorite way to get warm,” he commented before pulling him all the way in and silencing any reply with his lips.
Not that he needed to, Iruka was only going to agree.
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