Chapter 8
Day One – Afternoon
Iruka went tense, frozen.
Kakashi waited, holding his breath, praying desperately that he hadn't ruined everything. He wanted to yell, "Never mind! Just kidding! Forget I said anything!" But he, too, was frozen.
Then, a little jerkily, Iruka lifted his hand and brushed Kakashi's masked cheek with his fingertips.
Kakashi pushed himself up onto one elbow, and he felt Iruka's palm cup his cheek.
"Are you sure?" Iruka whispered.
Kakashi swallowed and nodded.
Iruka pushed himself up, slowly, just a little, reaching to brush his lips over Kakashi's masked mouth.
Kakashi's head spun.
"I– I can close my eyes if you want to– or I could pull my hitai-ate down over my eyes– It's just, it's nicer without cloth, I think–" Iruka stammered softly.
Kakashi reached up, feeling along Iruka's cheek to the hitai-ate. Iruka's fingers came over Kakashi's and they closed over the hitai-ate, pulling it down to the bridge of Iruka's nose.
Kakashi hooked his finger over the edge of his mask, pulled it down around his throat, and timidly pressed his bare lips against Iruka's.
Iruka sighed into the kiss, melting. Kakashi could feel Iruka's lips trembling against his own.
"I... should probably tell you..." Iruka whispered against Kakashi's mouth.
Kakashi felt himself go stiff, awaiting words he couldn't even begin to guess at. Was Iruka secretly a Hunter Nin? Was he going to meet a girlfriend later that evening? Was he a spy for another country?
"I like you," Iruka whispered. "A lot."
Kakashi let out the breath he'd been holding. "Oh."
"For years," Iruka whispered, his breath puffing against Kakashi's bare skin. "Since that day in the back hills when you came to rescue me and Naruto."
Kakashi pressed his lips against Iruka's again, finding them soft and warm against his own mouth. He could feel the way Iruka's lips parted, just slightly, hoping for his own mouth but holding back, and it seemed, for a moment, that Iruka was pleased with just the sensation of Kakashi's lip pressed lightly between his own.
Kakashi let out another breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, wanting to feel Iruka's soft skin between his own lips.
In Icha Icha, Kakashi remembered–
He gently nipped Iruka's lower lip and ran his tongue over the spot.
Iruka opened his mouth to Kakashi's suddenly hungry tongue with a soft, "Ahn," and Kakashi, with all the focus his mind could manage, devotedly explored the taste of Iruka's mouth, little by little.
Oh, heavens, he tasted good.
He could feel Iruka's growing arousal in every movement Iruka made.
The soft moan, half-sighed, went straight to his groin in a swirl of red-hot flame, and Kakashi answered unconsciously with his own moan.
He brought a hand up, gently running his fingers over Iruka's cheek, feeling warm, soft skin. He carded his fingers through Iruka's tied-back hair, feeling stymied even though he wasn't completely sure what he wanted.
Iruka seemed to know. He reached up and pulled the hair tie out of his own hair, tossing it to the floor. His hair, though, stayed half-up because of the hitai-ate he still wore.
Iruka tugged at Kakashi's glove. Annoyed at how they kept his palms from Iruka's hair and skin, Kakashi agreeably yanked them off and threw them to the floor.
"May I touch your hair?" Iruka asked into the kiss.
Kakashi hummed an affirmative.
Iruka's fingers running through his hair sent prickles running delightfully all the way down his spine. He gripped lightly at the hair at the nape of Kakashi's neck, and the prickles exploded through him like a siren song. Kakashi shivered hard and kissed Iruka again, licking his way into Iruka's mouth with growing hunger.
"We should– slow down–" Iruka panted against Kakashi's mouth. "Oh, god," he added in a low groan of desire. He pulled Kakashi on top of himself, and Kakashi rolled his hips experimentally. "Nngh! Ka– Kakashi, w– wait–"
"What?" Kakashi murmured, pulling back slightly.
"I don't want you to do anything you might regret later," Iruka said, still gasping for air. "We should take this slow."
"Iruka," Kakashi said, devouring Iruka's mouth in a kiss. "I have waited–" another kiss– "for months. Years."
"What?" Iruka gasped.
"Well, I didn't figure it out until the Chūnin Exam recommendations," Kakashi admitted breathily, "now can I please kiss you again?"
"O– okay," Iruka said with a half-whined gasp.
Kakashi paid close attention to what Iruka was doing with his mouth this time, with his lips and tongue. Oh– it felt good when Iruka ran the tip of his tongue over the blade of Kakashi's own. Kakashi returned the gesture and won a hitched breath.
He rolled his hips again, moaning into the friction the movement produced.
"You're going to make me come in my pants," Iruka complained breathlessly. "Quit thaaaaahn," he gasped into Kakashi's kiss as Kakashi mercilessly repeated the motion. "You're so evil."
"That's a kind of evil I'm okay with being," Kakashi murmured, grinning. "I like this."
"So do I," Iruka confessed, reaching up and pulling Kakashi back down into another kiss.
Abruptly, he pushed Kakashi into the back of the couch, wriggling out from beneath him.
Kakashi braced himself over Iruka, wanting to keep chasing those kisses, but he acquiesced after a moment, letting Iruka squeeze out from beneath him. Then, unexpectedly, Kakashi found himself coaxed onto his own back on the couch cushions while Iruka caged him in with hands and knees.
He heard a zipper, shifting fabric, and the thump of a flak jacket hitting the floor, all in quick succession.
"Sorry, this is kind of difficult with the hitai-ate over my eyes," Iruka muttered, feeling clumsily up Kakashi's chest. "I'm trying not to, I don't know, smack you in the face, or something."
"Here." Kakashi grabbed Iruka's hand, guiding it to the zipper of his own flak jacket.
The zipper came down, leaving Kakashi's chest cool even under his uniform shirt. Iruka pushed open the flak jacket and bent, nuzzling Kakashi's throat, his half-loose hair tickling Kakashi's face.
Kakashi opened his mouth to protest when Iruka nipped at his neck and began licking his skin. Kakashi threw his head back, writhing at the sensation of Iruka's tongue tasting his skin above the masked shirt all the way up to his ear.
Iruka nosed Kakashi's hair away and nibbled Kakashi's ear, and Kakashi heard a loud groan that he realized, abruptly, had broken from his own throat. The fingers of one hand were buried in Iruka's hair; the other palm mapped the rolling muscles and scattered scars of Iruka's waist and back. Impatiently, he pushed the hitai-ate off Iruka's eyes and tossed it to the floor.
"Ah, god, Iruka," he whined as Iruka's tongue ran over the shell of his ear while a beautiful, hungry mewling filled his whole world, and he felt his fingers tightening mindlessly, his hips pressing up against Iruka's in uncontrolled want. He sobbed out another moan as Iruka sucked on his earlobe, grazing teeth over skin Kakashi had never realized was so sensitive. "Show me! Show me," he begged, unable to string together more words. "Show me! Please!"
"Are you– are you sure?" Iruka breathed, his breath tickling Kakashi's ear. Kakashi whimpered.
"Yes," Kakashi whimpered. "Pleasepleaseplease!"
"Kakashi–"
"Please, Iruka, please," Kakashi pleaded. "What do I have to say to convince you that I want this? I'll say anything! I'll do anything! Just! Please! Iruka!"
"God, you're so sexy when you beg," Iruka hissed through gritted teeth. "I can't even stand it. Fine. Fine! C'mere." He grabbed Kakashi in a tight embrace, and a moment of brief vertigo later, they landed with a bounce on the bed.
Iruka's teeth came down on the muscle of Kakashi's shoulder, and Kakashi's whole body went taut as he keened in delicious agony.
His hands struggled to find skin, shoving away Iruka's shirt, fighting Iruka's hands to get it over Iruka's head to be tossed somewhere aside. They fought Kakashi's shirt, and he struggled partway upright to pull it over his own head, tossing it wherever it might land.
Iruka captured Kakashi's mouth in another half-starved kiss, licking and nipping as Kakashi gasped and tossed his head back.
Iruka took the opportunity to lick a long stripe up Kakashi's throat, closing his mouth over skin that made Kakashi gasp and moan.
"I want to look at you," Iruka gasped breathlessly. "I just know you're gorgeous. I want to devour you with my eyes. I won't, but I want to."
Kakashi choked on a moan, reaching up to tangle his hands in Iruka's hair, wanting desperately to be able to see, too. God, what he wouldn't give for his Sharingan to work! He pulled Iruka in for a desperate kiss and found flavors that made his whole body run feverishly hot.
Iruka pulled away and shimmied down his body, making Kakashi toss his head back with another soft groan. The groan grew loudly needy as Iruka's mouth skipped across his chest, tasting, nipping, tongue flicking and swirling against Kakashi's skin.
Kakashi fumbled with the bandages he suddenly despised with a passion around his thighs and calves, practically tearing them off in his rush.
Iruka's hands were not idle. They fumbled with the button of Kakashi's trousers, finally unclasping them. Kakashi intuitively lifted his hips, letting Iruka draw down the trousers, tossing them and the adequately-loosened bandages aside.
He sucked in a breath at the sudden cold, and at the utterly frustrating cloth still remaining between Iruka's skin and his own. With a faint growl, he tried to find the button of Iruka's trousers.
Iruka beat him to it, shimmying out of the trousers and kicking away the bandages.
Oh, glorious skin, hot and silken and oh–
"Hah!" Kakashi yelled in a surprised gasp, hips bucking, as Iruka's hand found his arousal, the hand hot, hot, hot!
"You're so sexy," Iruka purred in his ear. "Makes me want to do things to you."
"Please," Kakashi sobbed. "Please, please, Iruka, please."
"God help me, I like when you beg," Iruka muttered again, his teeth grazing along Kakashi's throat. "What do you want?"
"You," Kakashi moaned, his fingers seeking over Iruka's fine skin without knowing what they sought. Begging. Iruka liked his begging. "I want you so badly, please, Iruka, I'm begging you, I'm begging you! Want you more than anything!"
Iruka hissed through his teeth, his face pressed against the curve of Kakashi's neck as he panted for breath.
"I want to ride you, Kakashi. Can I do that?" Iruka asked in a broken voice, his hand stroking Kakashi's arousal.
"Anything," Kakashi sobbed, his moan hitching at the thought. "Oh, god, anything you want!"
"Need to get lubricant," Iruka said. He pressed a long kiss below Kakashi's ear. "Hang on. It's somewhere– in– here–" he continued frustratedly, yanking out the drawer by the bed and feeling around inside of it.
Kakashi didn't waste the moment, pushing himself up to lick at Iruka's chest, reveling in the taste of Iruka's sweat on his tongue and the feel of the firm muscles flexing deliciously.
"Ahh," Iruka panted, barely catching himself on his elbow. "Kakashi!"
"Yes?" Kakashi asked as innocently as he could manage, smiling. His breath came out half-whined, and really, not innocently at all.
Iruka grumbled wordlessly but felt for Kakashi's face. He caught Kakashi's cheek in one gentle palm and leaned down, kissing Kakashi like a man starving.
Then his hand vanished and Iruka sat back on his heels. Kakashi pushed himself up onto his elbows, straining to understand what he was hearing.
The sound of something being unscrewed.
"I need to... be prepared," Iruka huffed quietly. "Otherwise it'll hurt."
"How?" Kakashi asked earnestly.
Iruka laughed softly. "You want to do it?"
Kakashi nodded, forgetting that Iruka's eyes were still closed. A moment of silence reminded him.
"Yes," he said, suddenly feeling nervous.
"Alright," Iruka said, a smile in his voice. "Let's switch places."
They maneuvered ungracefully, Kakashi unable to keep his hands off Iruka's skin while Iruka tried not to spill the jar of lubricant. After a moment, though, they had renegotiated their positions, and Iruka pressed the jar into Kakashi's hand.
"Get that all over your fingers. When in doubt, use more," Iruka said, spreading his legs beneath Kakashi, even as Kakashi bent and tasted the slopes of Iruka's chest like it was the finest meal. "Ahh. Kakashi! Focus!"
"Very focused," Kakashi hummed, pleased. He slathered the slick over his fingers, timidly moving to nose further down Iruka's torso.
The scent of sweat and Iruka's sex struck him, musky and stinging of salt and mouthwatering Iruka.
He felt like an addict. All he wanted was more. At the same time, he found himself unexpectedly nervous at this unfamiliar – though admittedly overwhelmingly desirable – experience.
Without letting himself think about it too much, he gave Iruka's arousal a tentative lick.
The groan and the fingers twining in his hair that he got in response set his skin on fire and made his insecurities fall away.
He continued licking, kissing, swallowing Iruka's arousal, careful to hide his teeth with his lips and tongue, and got increasingly strangled cries of desire in response.
After a particularly wild yelp, Iruka pulled Kakashi's hair as he gasped, "W– wait, I don't– want to come yet–"
A whine escaped Kakashi's throat, his aching scalp somehow only serving to make him hungrier than ever for Iruka.
"One finger, use one finger inside of me," Iruka panted. "Or I can."
"May I?" Kakashi asked.
"Go on and do it, then!" Iruka scolded breathlessly.
Kakashi let his hands explore Iruka's open thighs, his arousal, and finally, the entrance that he sought.
"It's been a long time," Iruka breathed. "I might need you to go a little slowly. I'll let you know what I need, okay?"
"Okay," Kakashi agreed, pressing one finger slowly into Iruka's body, past the tight ring of muscle that fought him at first. He had a vague idea of what he sought; his understanding of that particular anatomy was theoretical but fairly good.
"Nnnn," Iruka moaned. "You can use your finger to stroke me inside. You should be able to feel– ahh!" His body writhed as Kakashi found the soft bundle of nerves, stroking it with his fingertip.
"Harder," Iruka gasped. "You can use more pressure– ahh, yes! Like that! Really– really go for it– Oh, god...."
Kakashi could feel Iruka's muscles spasming, tightening around his finger, then loosening, only to tighten once more. He was a little surprised that he wasn't hurting Iruka with the pressure, but he was desperately pleased, too.
He lifted Iruka's calf up over his shoulder, curious to see whether he could get a better angle. Iruka yelled the next time he stroked that sinful spot that was quickly becoming one of Kakashi's favorite things in the world.
He continued to draw Iruka's arousal out, making Iruka shudder and cry out and squirm, while Iruka's hands fisted in the sheets.
"M– more," Iruka gasped after a few moments. "More, please!"
Kakashi turned and kissed Iruka's bare calf, tongue tasting Iruka's skin, before he pulled his finger out. He found the jar of slick and scooped up more, pressing the slick and two fingers into Iruka's waiting body.
Iruka moaned and shuddered, tossing his head back against the pillows, and again, Kakashi desperately wished he could see.
He scissored his fingers, making Iruka sob with pleasure.
"Kiss me," Iruka pleaded. "Please. Please, Kakashi."
Oh. Oh, he could get used to hearing Iruka beg.
He leaned forward over his hand, over Iruka's bent leg and curling torso, fingers still buried deep inside of Iruka, and caught Iruka's mouth in a long, hungry kiss.
Iruka broke the kiss with another sob of pleasure. "More!"
Kakashi obliged with another finger, feeling the way Iruka's tight muscles tried, over and over, to reject his fingers even as Iruka cried out lewdly, his moans and gasps demanding ever more.
"Okay– okay, I'm ready," Iruka moaned. "Where's that container?"
Kakashi fumbled for the container on the bed, almost spilling it, before he managed to find it and give it to Iruka.
Iruka felt to the side of the bed, found the little bedside table, and set the container aside, even as he pushed himself upright again.
He fished for something else from the drawer and found something that crinkled.
"Want to ride you," he breathed, pressing Kakashi's shoulders back down to the bed. "Protection, okay?"
"Okay," Kakashi agreed breathlessly up at Iruka.
Packaging ripped, and then Iruka was sliding the condom onto Kakashi with his mouth. Kakashi's hips bucked – he couldn't stop them – and he opened his mouth, a surprised moan falling over his lips.
"Iruka," he gasped. "Please, please, god, please–"
He felt Iruka smear slick over him–
And then he shouted, his whole body going white hot with hungry pleasure as Iruka sank down around him with something that was half-yell, half-gasp. He was so tight, so hot, and Kakashi's hips rolled before he knew it was going to happen.
"One second," Iruka begged. "Please don't move. I need a second to acclimate."
Kakashi gritted his teeth and nodded, running his palms over Iruka's thighs even as his skin burned. He could feel himself shaking from head to foot with the effort of staying still.
After a few, excruciatingly long moments, Iruka lifted himself up slightly before sinking back down around Kakashi.
Kakashi sobbed Iruka's name like a mantra, over and over, as his whole body stretched like a rubber band going taut, ready to snap, tighter and tighter, because good god, Iruka was so tight, so hot, muscles spasming deliciously, and everything in the world faded away, leaving nothing but Iruka's tight heat sliding around him as Kakashi thrust upward with what little thrust he could manage from his position.
"Ah, Ka– ka– shi–" Iruka chanted over and over, half sobbing, his hands splayed out on Kakashi's chest, his waist of rippling muscle beneath Kakashi's palms as Kakashi helped lift him up and let him drop down. And then–
"Ka– Ka– Ka– ahh!" Iruka cried, spasming tightly around Kakashi, and Kakashi shouted at the unexpected, fantastic tightness that milked his orgasm from him effortlessly. And wet heat hit Kakashi's stomach and chest, smearing under Iruka's palms as his body seized once, twice, three times with accompanying cries.
Iruka melted, barely holding himself up with arms that trembled. Kakashi reached up, gently pulled Iruka's shoulders, and let Iruka collapse forward onto him.
They lay there, sticky and holding one another as they let aftershocks chase one another through their twinned bodies in shudders and thrills of shivering.
After a moment, as the sweat cooled on their bodies, Iruka groped for the sheet and pulled it over them.
"Well, that was fun," Kakashi murmured, shivering pleasantly as a last aftershock ran through him.
"You're ridiculous," Iruka retorted. But he nuzzled up beneath Kakashi's chin, and Kakashi just smiled.