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"Would you like to come in?" Iruka asked Kakashi when they eventually reached his house.

“I’d better not. You seemed pretty drained when I first saw you after work.” 

“It’s no big deal, really!” Iruka gently tugged at Kakashi’s hand as he ushered him towards the door. “C’mon, I insist, since you walked me home.”

"Okay then. Lead the way."

Once they were inside, Iruka left Kakashi to make himself comfortable while he turned on the jug and prepared some tea. While Kakashi was silently taking in his surroundings, Iruka's mind wandered, and he began thinking about the events of the day as exhaustion caught up to him.

"I am so glad today is almost over." Iruka sighed, grabbing two mugs from the cupboard and placing them by the jug.

"You did mention it was a long one. Did something happen?" Kakashi asked as he entered the kitchen.

"Mainly Konohamaru mucking up again…" Iruka turned to face him, leaning against the bench.

"What did he do this time?" he asked, moving to stand closer to Iruka.

"Naruto has been teaching him that perverted jutsu again, and he was practicing in class!" Iruka exclaimed. "Did you know he's learnt how to transform into men, now, too?"

"Oh, really? Any as handsome as me?" Kakashi winked, gently placing a hand on Iruka's shoulder.

"Kakashi, don't joke like that." Iruka glowered as a small blush coloured his cheeks.

"But sensei, I wasn't joking." he murmured, gently rubbing his thumb across Iruka's uniform, tracing the outline of his collarbone.

The movement sent shivers down Iruka's spine, and he involuntarily tilted his head to make the area more accessible. Kakashi accepted the permission, and his fingers danced across the edge of Iruka's shirt collar teasingly before slowly gliding up from Iruka's chest, to his shoulders, and then around the side of his neck; his hand slipping underneath the shirt as he massaged the area. Iruka's heart fluttered wildly as warm tingles marked the skin that Kakashi had touched; and before he knew what he was doing, he took a step forward, closing the distance between them. Then suddenly Kakashi's other hand was on his waist, slowly travelling up towards his chest, sliding his shirt up with it.

"Kakashi, I…" Iruka breathed.

Iruka's brain was warning him to stop, that there were reasons he shouldn't be doing this; but his body was giving in to the pleasure of being explored, and he reached out to touch Kakashi, to feel him as he was being felt. Iruka couldn't think; and when he caught Kakashi's lustful gaze, he was overcome by a sudden frenzy, frantically pulling the mask away from Kakashi's face and pressing his lips against his, losing himself to the moment.

Kakashi had gotten carried away. He hadn't meant to make a move on Iruka, but then Iruka responded to his movements, making his own advances; and suddenly Iruka was passionately kissing him, working to get his shirt off. Kakashi was forced backwards as Iruka became more eager in the heat of the moment, and his uniform was thrown across the floor, out of the way. Suddenly, Kakashi was gently pushed into a chair, and he guided Iruka onto his lap, his fingers reaching up to untie the elastic around his hair. He let out a gasp of pleasure when Iruka went for his neck, making a trail of kisses as he found Kakashi's most sensitive spots, making him squirm in his seat.

Iruka felt the lump beneath him growing harder, reacting to every move he made; and it was making him dizzy with desire. There was a lot he wanted to do to Kakashi, and wanted Kakashi to do to him; and his body throbbed, craving more. Iruka pulled back to untie Kakashi's hitai-ate; and when Kakashi opened his sharingan, taking in the finer details, Iruka's heart pounded wildly. There was something else beyond the lust and pure need etched into Kakashi's eyes that confessed his true feelings towards Iruka, something that said he wanted more than a one night stand, that he wanted Iruka for life. You're the one I call home. Iruka's face flushed as he considered how he felt, too; and a seductive smile swept across his face when he confirmed it.

"Mhn?" Kakashi hummed in question, intrigued by the sudden intimacy in Iruka's expression.

“If you think of me as home," Iruka began, "I think of you as…”

Iruka leaned in, hands slowly trailing down his body, from his chest, to his abdomen, until finally pausing at the waistband of Kakashi's pants; his fingers teasing as they slipped beneath the material. When Kakashi hissed in pleasure, Iruka whispered into his ear.

“Mine.”

Iruka pulled back, and Kakashi guided him into a heated kiss, his whole body screaming for more.

“Say that again…” he murmured, running his hands against Iruka's bare skin as he slid his shirt away.

“You’re mine.”