The mission desk was a flurry of activity, much like a beehive in full bloom. Papers fluttered as if caught in an invisible dance, and the air buzzed with the low hum of chatter. In the midst of this organized chaos stood Iruka, his eyes scanning through the scrolls with a practiced ease that suggested he'd done this a hundred times before. His desk was an island of order in the sea of disarray that was the Hidden Leaf's bustling nerve center.
A shadow fell across the scrolls, and Iruka looked up to find a familiar face beaming down at him. It was a young jonin, notorious for his flirtatious ways and the way his eyes glinted with mischief. The man leaned against the desk, casually invading Iruka's personal space, his voice dripping with a charm that could make even the sternest of souls crack a smile. "Iruka-sensei," he drawled, "are you busy? Perhaps we could go grab a cup of tea after this?"
Iruka's cheeks flushed a shade of pink that was almost imperceptible. He'd grown accustomed to the flirtations of his fellow ninja over the years, but it never failed to make him feel both flattered and slightly uncomfortable. He forced a chuckle and replied, "As much as I'd love to, I've got a mountain of paperwork waiting for me. Maybe another time?"
The jonin's smile didn't waver, and he pushed a strand of hair out of his face. "I'll hold you to that," he said, his eyes lingering on Iruka's for a beat longer than necessary before he sauntered off, leaving a trail of laughter and whispers in his wake. Iruka sighed, trying to refocus on the mission details before him. It was always the same dance with this particular ninja—harmless flirting that never led anywhere, but it was a distraction nonetheless.
Just as Iruka was about to resume his work, a sudden gust of wind swept through the room, sending a few loose papers flying. He looked up to see the doors swing open, and in stepped Kakashi, his trademark sharingan eye glinting with an unusual intensity. The moment he spotted the jonin retreating from Iruka's desk, his expression darkened.
The young jonin, noticing the change in the air, quickened his pace and disappeared into the crowd. Kakashi approached the desk, his footsteps echoing in the now-silent room. The other ninja had learned long ago to give the infamous Copy Ninja a wide berth, especially when he looked like that.
"Iruka," Kakashi said, his voice low and tightly controlled. "I see you're still popular around here." There was a hint of something in his tone—was it anger, or was it something else? Iruka looked up, surprised by his colleague's sudden appearance and even more so by the possessive undertone in his words.
"Kakashi," Iruka began, a touch of nervousness creeping into his voice. "It's just—"
But Kakashi didn't give him a chance to finish. He slammed a hand down on the desk, making the scrolls jump. "Just what? Just friendly banter with another man?" His eye blazed with something that looked suspiciously like jealousy.
Iruka blinked, his heart racing. He'd never seen this side of Kakashi before—the side that was so... possessive. The room felt hot, and he swallowed hard, trying to form a coherent response. "Kakashi, it's nothing serious," he said, his voice shaking slightly. "It's just... flirting."
Kakashi's grip on the desk tightened, the knuckles of his hand turning white beneath his gloves. His sharingan seemed to bore into Iruka's soul, searching for something he wasn't quite sure he wanted to reveal. "Is that so?" Kakashi's voice was eerily calm. "And how do you feel about it?"
The question caught Iruka off guard. He felt a pang of guilt for the rush of excitement that always accompanied the jonin's advances, but also a fierce loyalty to Kakashi, who had been his mentor, his friend, and so much more over the years. "It's just... I don't know," he stammered, looking down at his hands. "It's nice to be noticed, but..."
Kakashi leaned in closer, his breath warm against Iruka's cheek. "But what, Iruka?"
Iruka took a deep breath, steeling himself. He looked Kakashi in the eye, his own gaze steady. "But I belong to you, Kakashi. You know that."
The tension in the air crackled like electricity. For a moment, the only sound was the distant ringing of the mission bell, a stark contrast to the silence that had fallen between them. Kakashi's gaze never wavered from Iruka's, the intensity in his sharingan unnerving. Then, almost imperceptibly, the corner of his mouth twitched into a smile. He leaned back, his posture relaxing slightly.
"Good," he said, his voice still low. "Because I don't share." With that, he reached across the desk and took Iruka's hand, gently pulling him to his feet. "Come on," he said, his tone softer now. "Let's go."
Iruka's heart raced as he allowed himself to be led away from the mission desk. His eyes darted around the room, but the other ninja had already returned to their duties, pretending not to notice the exchange. They walked in silence down the corridor, Kakashi's grip on his hand firm and reassuring. Iruka felt his nerves slowly dissipate, replaced by a warmth that spread through his chest.
Once they were outside, the cool evening air was a welcome relief. Kakashi didn't say a word as they strolled through the village streets, their steps in sync like they'd done this a hundred times before. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the cobblestones and painting the buildings in shades of gold and orange. They reached a quiet corner, hidden from prying eyes, and Kakashi finally stopped.
He turned to face Iruka, his expression serious again. "I know you don't mean anything by it," he said, his voice low. "But you're mine. You always have been." He paused, his thumb brushing over Iruka's knuckles. "And I'm not going to let anyone else make you doubt that."
Iruka searched Kakashi's eyes, seeing the raw emotion that was so rarely displayed. "I don't doubt it," he said softly. "But it's just... harmless."
Kakashi leaned in, his masked face a mere inch from Iruka's. "Is it really, Iruka?" he asked, his voice a whisper. "Because when I see another man touching you, even with just his words, it's anything but harmless to me."
Iruka felt a shiver run down his spine. He knew Kakashi had feelings for him, but he'd never been so direct about it before. He swallowed, his throat dry. "I'm sorry," he murmured. "I didn't think..."
Kakashi's grip on his hand tightened. "Don't be sorry," he said firmly. "Just remember that next time."
Iruka nodded, his heart racing. He didn't know what to make of the sudden turn of events. Kakashi had always been there for him, a reliable presence in his life, but this possessive side was new—and surprisingly thrilling. He felt a strange mix of emotions: excitement, fear, and a deep, unyielding love that he hadn't dared to acknowledge.
Kakashi stepped closer, closing the distance between them. The setting sun painted half of his masked face in a warm glow, leaving the other half in shadow. "Look at me, Iruka," he said, his voice a gentle command. Iruka complied, his eyes locked onto the sharingan that held him captive. "You're mine," Kakashi repeated, his thumb tracing circles on the back of Iruka's hand.
Iruka's breath hitched. "I know," he murmured. "But..."
Kakashi silenced him with a finger to his lips. "No buts," he said firmly. "You're mine, and I'm not going to let anyone make you feel otherwise." His gaze was intense, his eyes burning with a passion that Iruka had never seen before. He leaned in, and for a moment, Iruka thought he was going to kiss him—right there, in the middle of the bustling village street.
But instead, Kakashi pulled back slightly, under his mask a small smirk was playing on his lips. He took a deep breath, as if reeling in his emotions. "Let's get out of here," he said, his voice a little less intense but no less earnest. "I'll take you home and show you exactly how much you belong to me."
Iruka's pulse quickened at the promise in Kakashi's words. He nodded, unable to find his voice, as Kakashi led him away from the village, towards the quieter residential area where the moon's soft light began to replace the sun's. The silence between them was filled with unspoken understanding, a tension that thrummed in the air like a tightly strung bow.
As they approached Iruka's small apartment, the lights from the nearby windows cast a warm glow, beckoning them towards the safety and comfort of home. The usual sounds of the village—laughter, the clank of weapons, and the occasional bark of a stray ninken—faded into a soft symphony of the evening's tranquility.
Once inside, Kakashi didn't waste any time. He kicked the door shut with a firm thud, his eyes never leaving Iruka's. He pulled the younger man into an embrace, their bodies melding together as if they were two puzzle pieces that had finally found their rightful place. The warmth of Kakashi's chest was a stark contrast to the cool evening air that still clung to Iruka's clothes.
Iruka's heart pounded in his chest as Kakashi's hand reached up to gently cup his cheek. The touch was tender, almost reverent, and it made Iruka's knees wobble with a desire he hadn't felt in a long time. "Kakashi," he breathed, his voice thick with emotion.
Kakashi leaned down, his mask grazing against Iruka's skin, sending a shiver down his spine. He paused, his breath warm against Iruka's ear. "After this, you’ll never want any other man," he whispered again, his voice a hoarse growl that seemed to resonate through every cell in Iruka's body.
Iruka's eyes fluttered shut as Kakashi's hand slipped around to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. He pulled down his mask and their lips met in a kiss that was both fierce and gentle, a dance of passion and possession. The years of love and longing collided in that moment, their kiss speaking louder than any words could.
Their bodies moved in harmony as they stumbled into the small living room, the warmth of their embrace chasing away the last vestiges of the cool evening. Iruka's hands found their way under Kakashi's flask jacket, feeling the firm muscles beneath the fabric, and Kakashi's own hands were not idle, exploring the contours of Iruka's back with a hungry urgency.
They broke apart, panting, their eyes locked. Iruka could see the desire in Kakashi's eyes, a desire that mirrored his own. The room was filled with the scent of their mingled breaths, the air thick with anticipation.
"Kakashi," Iruka whispered, his voice trembling slightly. "What are we doing?"
Kakashi's thumb stroked the side of Iruka's jaw, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through him. "We're going to show everyone exactly who you belong to," he murmured, his voice low and filled with a possessive heat that made Iruka's heart race. "And I'm going to make sure you never forget it."
With that, Kakashi scooped him up in his arms, carrying him with surprising ease to the bedroom. The room was dimly lit by the moon's glow, casting a soft silver light across the rumpled bed. He gently set Iruka down, his hands lingering on the fabric of his shirt as if he was afraid to let go.
Iruka took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with the anticipation that coiled in his stomach like a living thing. He reached up and took Kakashi's face in his hands, his thumbs brushing over high cheekbones. "I've always belonged to you," he whispered, the words barely audible.
Kakashi's eyes searched his for a moment before his own hands came up to cradle Iruka's face, his grip firm and sure. His mouth descended again, the kiss deepening, the promise of more heat and passion in every stroke of his tongue. Iruka felt himself melting into Kakashi, the lines between them blurring as they became one in a dance of desire and need that had been simmering for years.
Their clothes fell away piece by piece, a silent symphony of fabric whispering against skin. As Kakashi's body was revealed to him in the soft moonlight, Iruka couldn't help but let his eyes drift down to the juncture of his lover's thighs. There, nestled in a tuft of silver pubic hair, stood his erection—long and thick, a testament to the desire that had been building between them for so long.
Iruka felt a wave of admiration wash over him as he took in the sight. He'd seen Kakashi's body before, during their missions and training sessions, but never like this—bare and wanting. The moon's soft glow painted Kakashi's skin with a silver sheen, highlighting the scars that mapped his body—each one a story of battles fought and won, a testament to his strength.
With trembling hands, Iruka reached out to touch, his fingertips tracing the path of those scars, feeling the raised lines and dips beneath his skin. Kakashi's breath hitched, a low groan escaping his lips as he closed his eyes, savoring the tender contact. It was as if Iruka's touch could somehow soothe the pain of those long-healed wounds, a balm to the warrior's soul.
Their kisses grew more urgent, their bodies moving in a silent conversation of need. Kakashi's hand slid down Iruka's chest, his thumb circling a nipple that pebbled under his touch. Iruka gasped, arching into the sensation, his own hand mirroring the movement on Kakashi's body.
Kakashi pulled away, his eyes raking over Iruka's bare form. He took a moment to drink in the sight of him, his gaze lingering on the caramel skin that was flushed with desire and the way the moonlight kissed the gentle curves of his muscles. Iruka's hair had come loose from its usual ponytail, cascading down his back in soft waves. The sight of him like this, unguarded and vulnerable, made Kakashi's heart clench in a way that was both painful and exhilarating.
He stepped back, his eyes never leaving Iruka's. With a gentle touch, he reached up and pushed the strands of hair out of Iruka's face, tucking them behind his ear. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, the words sounding almost foreign on his lips. He hadn't said them in so long, but looking at Iruka now, it was all he could think. The softness of his skin, the way his eyes shone with unshed tears of want—it was all so overwhelming that Kakashi felt his heart could burst from his chest.
Iruka's breath hitched at the compliment, his eyes wide with surprise and hope. "Kakashi," he said, his voice trembling. "I want you so badly."
Kakashi's expression softened, and he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to Iruka's forehead, his hand still cradling the side of his face. "And I want you, Iruka," he said, his voice a warm rumble. "More than you know."
They moved closer, their bodies fitting together like they'd been made for this moment. Kakashi's hand trailed down Iruka's chest to his waist, then lower, to the swollen length that was already leaking with need. He wrapped his hand around it, and Iruka gasped, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. The warmth of Kakashi's grip was like a brand, searing him with the reality of what was happening.
But Kakashi wasn't done yet. He reached down and took his own erection in hand, aligning them so that they were touching. Iruka's eyes went wide as he watched, his breath coming in shallow pants. He'd never seen anything so erotic—Kakashi, so strong and self-assured, holding them both like they were one entity.
Kakashi's grip was firm, his thumbs stroking the leaking heads of their cocks in unison. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through Iruka's body that made him tremble. They both thrust into Kakashi's hand, their hips moving in perfect rhythm as they moaned out their pleasure. The sound was a symphony of desire, echoing in the quiet room and bouncing off the walls.
Their cocks slid together, slick with pre-cum, creating a delicious friction that had Iruka's eyes rolling back in his head. He could feel the tension coiling in his gut, tightening with every stroke, and he knew it wouldn't be long before he was lost in the oblivion of climax. But he didn't want it to end, not yet. He wanted to savor every moment of this stolen time, to burn the memory into his soul so he could carry it with him forever.
Kakashi's hand was a masterpiece of precision and passion, each stroke calculated to drive Iruka closer to the edge. Iruka's own hand gripped the bed sheet, his knuckles white with the effort of holding back. He could feel Kakashi's thumb pressing against his slit, teasing the sensitive spot just beneath the head, and it was all he could do not to come undone right there.
Their breathing grew ragged, the air thick with the scent of their desire. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, punctuated by their gasps and moans. It was a symphony of passion that seemed to resonate through the very fabric of the universe, a declaration of love and need that could not be silenced.
And then, as if the crescendo had reached its peak, Kakashi's hand stilled. He looked into Iruka's eyes, his own filled with a fierce hunger. "Where's the lube?" he asked, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down Iruka's spine.
Iruka's eyes searched Kakashi's, seeing the intensity in the depths of his eyes. He knew what was coming next, and his body responded with a shiver of anticipation. "Bedside table," he managed to gasp out, his voice barely more than a breath. "The drawer."
Kakashi's hand left their cocks with a wet sound, and Iruka felt a brief pang of loss before he saw Kakashi moving to the side of the bed. The drawer opened with a quiet click, and Iruka could hear the sound of the lube bottle being retrieved. The cap twisted open, and the scent of the cool, slick liquid filled the room, a heady aroma that only added to the building tension.
Kakashi returned, the bottle in one hand and a glint in his eye that made Iruka's stomach flip. He coated his fingers, the sound of his skin sliding against the plastic echoing in the silence. He rejoined Iruka and with a gentle push, he spread Iruka's legs wide, exposing the pink puckered skin of his hole to the cool moonlight. Iruka's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink as he felt a thrill of vulnerability and excitement.
Kakashi's gaze was focused, intense, as he took in the sight before him. The muscles in Iruka's thighs tightened as the cool air kissed his skin, but Kakashi's touch was anything but cold. He trailed his lubed fingers over the sensitive flesh, watching with a fiery focus as Iruka squirmed under his gaze. The tip of his middle finger hovered over the entrance, and Iruka couldn't help but gasp as the anticipation grew to almost unbearable heights.
With a slow, deliberate movement, Kakashi pushed his finger inside, the slickness allowing for an easy entry. Iruka's eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a low moan that seemed to resonate through his very core. It was as if Kakashi was claiming him, inch by inch, and the feeling was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. The tightness of his muscles gave way to the gentle insistence of Kakashi's digit, and he felt himself opening up, welcoming the intrusion with a desperation that surprised him.
Kakashi watched his finger disappear into Iruka's body, the sight of his lover's submission sending a thrill through him. "You're so tight," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "So hot." Iruka's eyes fluttered open, and he met Kakashi's gaze, his pupils blown wide with need. Kakashi's finger moved within him, exploring the velvety heat that was Iruka's body.
"I can't wait to feel you," Kakashi continued, his voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down Iruka's spine. He added a second finger, stretching him further, watching as Iruka's body accepted him, his pupils dilating even more with each shallow thrust. The younger man's breath hitched, his hips bucking up to meet Kakashi's hand. The room was filled with the sweet sounds of their lovemaking—the slick slide of skin against skin, the moans that grew louder with each passing second.
Iruka's hand reached down to grip Kakashi's wrist, guiding the pace, urging him deeper. Kakashi's eyes never left Iruka's, his expression a mix of concentration and pleasure. He added a third finger, the stretch sending a bolt of pure bliss through Iruka's body. He bit his lip, his eyes watering slightly as he felt the burn of being filled so completely.
"Kakashi," he gasped, his voice a desperate plea. "Please."
Kakashi's response was to lean down and kiss him again, his tongue mimicking the movements of his fingers. His other hand reached down to grip his own erection, stroking in time with the rhythm of his hand. The pressure inside of Iruka grew, his body begging for more, begging for Kakashi to fill him completely.
With a final, deep thrust of his fingers, Kakashi withdrew, the sudden emptiness leaving Iruka feeling exposed and needy. Kakashi's eyes never left Iruka's, his gaze dark with desire as he reached for the lube. He squeezed a generous amount onto his hand, the sound of it wetting his palm echoing through the room. Iruka watched, transfixed, as Kakashi wrapped his hand around his own erection, his long, nimble fingers coating the length in the slick substance.
As he stroked himself, the wet sound of his hand moving over his shaft filled the room. Each stroke was deliberate, each movement a silent declaration of his intent to claim Iruka fully. Iruka's eyes were riveted on the sight, his own body responding with a surge of need. He watched, his chest heaving, as Kakashi's hand moved up and down, coating his cock in the slick fluid.
Kakashi's strokes grew faster, his hips jerking slightly with each pass of his hand. The need in his eyes was unmistakable, and Iruka felt his own desire spike in response. He reached down to touch himself, the sensation of his fingers circling his rim made his hips twitch. Kakashi's eyes flicked down to watch, his breath hitching in his throat.
"You're ready for me," Kakashi murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down Iruka's spine. He leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on the side of Iruka's neck. "Tell me you're mine."
Iruka's eyes fluttered closed, his body arching into the touch. "I'm yours," he breathed, the words a soft surrender that seemed to break something within Kakashi. With a growl, Kakashi positioned himself, the tip of his cock nudging against Iruka's entrance. Iruka took a deep breath, bracing himself for the invasion he knew would come.
Inch by inch, Kakashi pushed into him, the thickness of his shaft stretching Iruka wider than he'd ever been. Each push was met with a whimper from Iruka, his body trembling with the effort to take Kakashi's full length. The pain was intense, but it was mixed with an overwhelming sense of belonging that made him crave more.
When Kakashi finally bottomed out, his balls resting against Iruka's ass, the younger man let out a keening cry. He could feel the older man's cock pressing against his prostate, the sensation so intense it was almost unbearable. Kakashi paused, giving Iruka's body a chance to adjust, his own breathing ragged with the effort of holding back.
Iruka's nails dug into the sheets beneath him as the pressure grew. He felt so full, so complete, with Kakashi inside him. The sensation was like nothing he'd ever experienced, a deep, resonant ache that seemed to echo through his very soul.
And then Kakashi started to move, his hips pulling back before sliding in again with a slow, deliberate rhythm that had Iruka's eyes rolling back in his head. The pressure against his prostate was constant, a delicious torment that sent waves of pleasure through him with every stroke. He could feel his orgasm building, a coil of heat in his belly that grew tighter and tighter with each passing moment.
Kakashi's hand reached between them, his thumb finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at the base of Iruka's cock. He began to stroke, his touch feather-light, as if he was afraid to break the spell that had them both in its thrall. Iruka's hips jerked upward, his body responding instinctively to the touch.
Their movements grew more frantic, their breathing a symphony of gasps and moans that filled the quiet room. The bed creaked and groaned beneath them, a testament to their passion. Sweat beaded on their skin, melding them together as if they were one being, moving in perfect harmony.
Kakashi's balls slapped against Iruka's ass with every thrust, adding a new layer of pleasure to their union. The sound was like a metronome, setting the pace for their love-making, a rhythmic counterpoint to their mingled breaths and the slap of skin on skin. Each impact sent a jolt of pleasure through Iruka, his muscles tightening around Kakashi's cock like a vice.
The sensation was almost too much to bear, and Iruka's hand flew to his own erection, his strokes matching the rhythm of Kakashi's hips. The feeling of Kakashi's cock pressing against his prostate combined with the friction on his cock was driving him wild, each sensation feeding the other in an endless loop of pleasure.
The room was a cocoon of passion, the outside world forgotten. The only reality was the two of them, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. Iruka felt a gentle push from Kakashi, urging him to change positions, and he complied. He rolled onto his stomach, face down ass up, knees spreading to give Kakashi the access he desired. He was eager, desperate to feel that fullness again, to be claimed so completely by the man he loved.
Kakashi took a moment to appreciate the view before him—Iruka's body, flushed and trembling with need, his tight hole open and begging for more. The sight was almost too much, and with a low growl, Kakashi repositioned himself. He braced one hand on the bed, the other on the small of Iruka's back, and with a powerful leap, he thrust back into the warm embrace of Iruka's body.
The sound of their flesh connecting was like a thunderclap, echoing in the stillness of the room. Iruka's grip on the bed sheets tightened, his knuckles white as he took the full force of Kakashi's entrance. The older man's eyes rolled back in his head, a silent shout of pleasure escaping his lips as he filled the younger man completely.
The air in the room was thick with the scent of arousal and the sweetness of their love. The only sound was their ragged breaths mingling as Kakashi began to thrust into Iruka with a fervor that spoke of years of pent-up desire. Each movement sent a wave of pleasure crashing through Iruka, the pressure against his prostate a delicious agony that had him crying out with every stroke.
Kakashi's hand found its way to Iruka's hair, gripping it firmly as he pulled back on it, arching his neck and exposing the vulnerable line of his throat. Iruka's eyes squeezed shut tighter, the mix of pleasure and pain making his toes curl. The angle of penetration was different now, hitting deeper, making him feel even more filled and claimed than before.
With every thrust, Kakashi's grip tightened on Iruka's hair, the sting of pain sending sparks of pleasure through his body. The younger man moaned into the pillow, his hips moving in time with Kakashi's, pushing back to meet each powerful thrust. The slap of their bodies grew louder, punctuating the night with their passion.
"You're mine," Kakashi growled, his voice low and possessive. "Mine to love, mine to protect, mine to fuck." Each word was a declaration, a vow that seemed to resonate through the very air around them.
Iruka's breath hitched, his voice muffled by the pillow. "Y-yes," he managed to gasp out. "I'm yours, Kakashi. Only yours."
The hand in his hair tightened, and Kakashi's thrusts grew more forceful, the sound of their lovemaking echoing through the small room. The pressure inside Iruka built, coiling tighter and tighter, until he was sure he couldn't take it anymore. And yet, he found himself begging for more, his body a live wire of need and want.
Kakashi's thrusts grew erratic, his breath coming in harsh pants. Iruka could feel the tension in his body, the impending climax that had his muscles straining. He knew that Kakashi was close, that the dam holding back his release was about to break. And with that knowledge, Iruka's own orgasm crashed over him, his body shaking with the force of it.
Hot seed spurted from his cock, the sensation of release so intense that for a moment, Iruka saw stars. His body tightened around Kakashi, muscles contracting as he milked him of every drop. Kakashi's grip on his hair loosened, his thrusts growing shallow and uneven as he, too, reached his climax.
"Iruka," Kakashi groaned, his voice strained with passion. His cum filled Iruka's ass, the heat of it spreading through him like molten lava. Kakashi's cock swelled and pulsed inside him, painting the walls of his channel with his essence. And as he pulled back, the thick ropes of cum spilled out of him, sliding down the cleft of his ass and coating his balls.
The feeling of being filled and then emptied was almost too much for Iruka to handle, his body still quivering from the aftershocks of his climax. But Kakashi wasn't done yet. With a feral growl, he thrust three fingers back into Iruka's over-sensitive hole, the force of the intrusion making the younger man's eyes roll back into his head. He curled them, reaching for that magical spot that had already brought him so much pleasure, and began to pump in and out with a vigor that bordered on violence.
Iruka's moans turned to cries as Kakashi's fingers worked him over, the pain and pleasure blending together into a heady cocktail that made his vision swim. His body was a live wire of sensation, each stroke of Kakashi's fingers sending jolts of electricity through him. The feeling of being claimed so thoroughly was unlike anything he'd ever felt before, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating.
The room spun around him, the stars in his vision blending with the real ones outside the window. His breath grew shallower, his chest heaving as he felt the beginnings of another climax. It was too much, too intense, but he couldn't bring himself to stop it. He wanted this, needed it, craved the feeling of being owned so completely by the man he loved.
And then, it hit him—a wave of pleasure so intense that it was almost painful. He came again, his body convulsing as he spilled himself onto the bed. The room went dark around him, and the last thing he felt was the warmth of Kakashi's cum filling him up, marking him as the older man's own.
As Iruka's consciousness faded into the abyss of pure ecstasy, his body quivered and spasmed around Kakashi's fingers. His orgasm was so intense that his vision swam with stars, the sensation so overwhelming that it stole the very breath from his lungs. His muscles clenched and released, a silent scream of pleasure tearing from his throat, as he felt himself being claimed once more by Kakashi's touch.
The warmth of Kakashi's seed was inside him, a declaration of ownership that seemed to seep into his very soul. His eyes rolled back in his head, his body boneless with the exertion, and he felt himself slipping away into a place where there was no pain, no doubt, only the all-consuming bliss of their union. The world outside ceased to exist, and all that remained was the sound of their heavy breaths and the sticky warmth of their skin.
When Iruka finally came back to reality, the world was a haze of pleasure and exhaustion. His eyes slowly blinked open to the sight of the moon still shining through the window, casting a soft glow over the room. The stickiness between his cheeks and the slight ache in his ass reminded him of what had just transpired, and a lazy smile curved his lips.
Kakashi was standing beside the bed, a warm rag in his hand, gently wiping away the traces of their passion from Iruka's body. His movements were tender, almost reverent, as he took care to clean every inch of skin that had been marked by their lovemaking. The warmth of the cloth sent shivers through Iruka, a stark contrast to the coolness of the room and the sticky residue that clung to him.
As Kakashi's ministrations moved to his back, Iruka couldn't help but arch into the touch, a low moan escaping his lips. Kakashi's eyes never left his, the intensity of his gaze making Iruka's heart race. "You're so beautiful," Kakashi murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "So perfect for me."
Iruka's cheeks flushed at the compliment, and he turned his head to press a kiss to the hand that held his hair. The gesture was filled with love and submission, a silent promise that he was Kakashi's and no one else's. Kakashi's thumb caressed the side of his face, his eyes softening with affection. "Iruka," he whispered, his voice a warm caress against the younger man's skin.
They lay together, their bodies entwined, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Kakashi's hand traveled down Iruka's back, tracing the line of his spine and sending shivers down to his toes. He pulled out gently, the absence of his cock leaving Iruka feeling both empty and satisfied. The cool air hit Iruka's sensitive skin, making him shiver, but Kakashi was quick to pull him closer, wrapping his arms around him and holding him tight.
They lay there for a moment, their breaths mingling, their hearts beating in time. The silence was a balm, a gentle reminder of the connection they'd just forged. Iruka's body felt like it was humming with energy, every nerve ending alight with the aftershocks of pleasure. He turned his head to look at Kakashi, the moonlight playing across his face, highlighting the sharp angles and shadows of his features.
Kakashi's eyes searched his, the intensity of his gaze making Iruka's heart flutter. "I've wanted this for so long," he whispered, his voice a soft rumble against Iruka's skin. "To claim you, to make you mine in every way."
Iruka's chest tightened, his love for Kakashi swelling. He knew that this wasn't just about sex—it was a declaration of possession, a promise of protection and belonging that went deeper than any words could convey. "And I want you, Kakashi," he murmured, his voice a soft whisper that seemed to hang in the air. "Only you."
Kakashi's smile was like the sun breaking through a stormy sky—bright and warm. He leaned down to press a gentle kiss to Iruka's forehead, his eyes closing in contentment. The moment was so perfect, so pure, that Iruka never wanted it to end. But as the minutes ticked by, the realization that they had to face the world again began to creep in.
With a sigh, Kakashi pulled away, standing to strip the bed of the sweat-soaked sheets. Iruka watched him move, his body lithe and powerful even in the aftermath of passion. He couldn't help but admire the way his muscles rippled in the moonlight, the way his cock hung heavy and spent between his legs.
The older man returned with a fresh set of sheets, the scent of clean fabric filling the room as he spread them over the bed. He turned back to Iruka, who was still lying there, his body limp and sated. The younger man couldn't help but admire the way Kakashi's body moved, the strength and grace that was so inherently him.
As Kakashi pulled the new sheets over the mattress, his eyes never left Iruka's. There was a hunger there, a need that hadn't been fully satiated. Iruka felt his own cock twitch at the sight, the promise of more to come. He sat up slowly, his muscles protesting the movement, and reached out to help with the bedding.
Their fingers brushed together, sending a jolt of electricity through Iruka's body. It was a simple touch, but it spoke volumes about the connection they shared. Kakashi's gaze grew heated, his eyes traveling over Iruka's naked form as if he couldn't get enough.
"Again?" Iruka asked, his voice a hopeful whisper.
Kakashi's smile was predatory. "Always," he replied, pulling Iruka into a standing position. He led the younger man back to the bed, his hands exploring the contours of his body as if he couldn't get enough. They kissed again, the passion between them flaring to life once more.
As they settled into the clean sheets, Kakashi rolled them over, placing Iruka on top. The reversal of roles was thrilling, and Iruka felt a rush of power as he straddled Kakashi's hips. He lowered himself onto the older man's cock, hissing as it filled him completely once more. The angle was different this time, the pressure against his prostate a sweet, agonizing pleasure that had him throwing his head back with a cry.
Their eyes met again, and in that moment, Iruka knew that this was more than just a physical connection. It was a bond that had been forged in the fires of their shared experiences, their pain, and their love. They moved together in a dance as old as time, their bodies speaking a language that needed no words.
Their rhythm grew faster, their moans louder, until the only sound in the room was the slap of their flesh and the ragged pull of their breaths. The bed rocked beneath them, the headboard slammed against the wall in a steady rhythm that seemed to shake the very foundations of the apartment.
Iruka's orgasm built, his body tightening around Kakashi's cock like a vise. He could feel Kakashi's own climax approaching, the older man's hips bucking up to meet him, his eyes glazed over with lust. The pressure grew, the heat between them reaching a fever pitch, until Kakashi's cock swelled and pulsed inside him, releasing another hot flood of cum.
Their eyes remained locked as their bodies moved in perfect harmony, the intensity of their connection palpable in the air. Kakashi's hand found its way to Iruka's throbbing erection, stroking in time with their movements. The dual sensations were almost too much for Iruka to handle, his body a canvas for Kakashi's masterful brushstrokes of pleasure.
The younger man's eyes rolled back as he felt himself reach the edge once again. He threw his head back and let out a guttural cry, his cock spurting hot jets of cum onto Kakashi's chest. The warmth of it painted the older man's skin, a visual representation of their shared passion. Kakashi's grip tightened on Iruka's hips, his own climax overtaking him as he thrust deep one last time, filling Iruka completely.
Their bodies stilled, both panting heavily as they rode out the aftershocks of their shared release. Sweat glistened on their skin, mingling with their combined cum. Iruka's chest heaved with the effort of breathing, his eyes still closed as he felt the pulse of Kakashi's cock inside him, the warmth of the older man's seed spreading through his insides.
Slowly, gently, Kakashi pulled out, the loss of his length causing a shiver to run down Iruka's spine. He felt utterly claimed, utterly owned. It was a feeling that both thrilled and terrified him, but he knew deep in his bones that it was what he needed.
Kakashi wrapped his arms around Iruka, pulling him into a tight embrace. The younger man's body was slick with sweat and cum, but it felt right, it felt like home. He buried his face in Kakashi's neck, inhaling the scent of him—a mix of sweat, musk, and something indefinably Kakashi. The older man's arms tightened around him, holding him close as if afraid to let go.
For a moment, they just lay there, their hearts pounding against each other's chests, their breaths mingling in the quiet of the night. The moon had moved slightly in the sky, casting a different pattern of shadows across the room. It was a reminder that time was passing, that they couldn't stay in this moment forever.
But for now, they had each other. And that was enough.
Iruka felt a sense of peace settle over him, a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time. The warmth of Kakashi's body, the steady beat of his heart, and the gentle strokes of his hand over his back were like a balm to his soul. He didn't know what the future held, but in this moment, he knew that he was exactly where he belonged.
They lay there, basking in the glow of their love, until the chill of the room began to seep into their skin. With a sigh, Kakashi rolled them over, pulling the blankets over them. He wrapped his body around Iruka, tucking him close and sharing his warmth. The younger man melted into the embrace, his body fitting perfectly into the contours of Kakashi's.
They lay there, in the quiet of the night, their breaths slowly evening out. The ache in Iruka's ass was a reminder of what they'd just shared, a reminder that he was no longer his own, but Kakashi's. And as he drifted off to sleep, he couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment.
For the first time in a long time, he felt truly seen, truly loved, and truly claimed. And as the darkness claimed him, he knew that come morning, nothing would ever be the same again.
Their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one, they slept. The night outside was still, the only sound the distant calls of night creatures and the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze. But inside the apartment, in the warm cocoon of their love, it was as if the entire world had stopped to watch over them, to guard their newfound bond.
In the quiet, Iruka felt something shift within him. A burden lifted, a door unlocked. He was Kakashi's, and Kakashi was his. It was a simple truth, but it changed everything.
As the first light of dawn began to creep through the window, they stirred, their limbs tangled together in a jumble of limbs and blankets. They kissed again, their bodies reawakening to the promise of a new day filled with passion and love.
The sun rose, casting a soft glow over their intertwined forms. As they broke apart, their eyes met, the love between them shining as brightly as the sun itself. They knew that their journey together was just beginning, and they were ready to face whatever the world threw at them.
For now, though, they had each other. And that was all that mattered.