Let me grope that ass

And let's wrap it up folks, last one, I hope you are happy :)

(please tell me if you are)

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Kakashi looks down at the mess. He coughs and scratches the back of his head. There are files everywhere. The desk is missing some pieces because of him holding onto it and… is that cum on the floor? He bends down to inspect it, but Ibiki pulls him up again. 

“Sit,” Ibiki points at the chair in front of the desk. 

Kakashi pushes his lops together and shakes his head. “In a minute,” he replies. He doesn’t trust his bottom yet. 

“You will not clean. Sit. We’ll take care of it.” Ibiki gaze is hot and stern and Kakashi wants to hear it more often. So he sits down, withholding a  wince as his ass touches the fabric of the chair.

Ibiki frowns before face palming himself. “Sorry,” he says. He brings one hand down Kakashi’s back. “This will help a bit.” A warmth spreads over Kakashi’s skin and he relaxes into the touch. 

“Better?” Ibiki asks. His expression is a concerned one.

Kakashi nods wordlessly and watches how Ibiki turns around to gather all the files. Iruka kneels down with a rag, cleaning the cum stain off the floor. 

“You know, I could get used to this,” Kakashi says.

Both men in front of him stop and turn their gazes to him. 

He shrugs. He could get used to this. This caring gestures, the sex, the hot feeling. “Iruka, you may have to arrange the same with Tsunade-sama, like Ibiki, but every Friday works for me.” He bites his lip and looks down to his feet.

“Yes, sure,” Iruka says. He shrugs and continues cleaning the floor. There is a blush on his cheeks now.

“So, it is the same as our last, well, training?” Ibiki asks. He places the files on his desk and turns to Kakashi.

Kakashi shrugs and looks to the wall. “It was better,” he says. More exciting, he wants to add. He felt more. 

Ibiki grunts. “So, doing it in an office is better than outdoors?” he asks. There is a small smile on his lips. 

Kakashi looks up ans stares at Ibiki’s body. “Yes,” he says. He wants to say more, ask more. Why are they doing this? Is it just sex? Is it more? Does he want it to be more? To they want that?

“Perhaps, next time, we could try a bed?” he suggests instead. His stomach growls. Aside from what he just swallows, two loads of semen, his stomach is empty. “And dinner,” he adds. He nods and looks at the men. “Dinner and a bed. Next time.” He raises both of his eyebrows, although they can only see one of them.

Ibiki and Iruka look both stunned. “My treat?” he adds. Shit. They don’t want that. They look shocked. They just want sex. Of course. Dinner and a bed sound to intimate. To much. They don’t want more. No relationship goals for them. 

“Yes,” Ibiki says. He blinks, smiles, nods and shares a look with Iruka, before diverting his eyes at Kakashi again with another nod. “Yes. Dinner and a bed. But, I’ll pay for the food and it’ll be my bed. I think it’s the largest.” 

“Yes,” Iruka says. He puts the rag down and rises to his feet. “But I’ll cook.” 

“You can? Great, let’s try that next week.” Kakashi pushes himself up. “I’m hungry now. Craving some Ramen. Let’s go.” He heads to the door, but Ibiki’s hold on his arm stops him. 

“Go home, pup. Take a shower. We’ll bring the ramen.” Ibiki’s expression is soft. Warm. Safe. 

Iruka moves to stand next to him. “Yes. Take a shower. Relax. We’ll handle the food.” 

They both lean in. No. Ibiki leans in and Iruka reaches up. Kissing him. One on each cheek. 

“We’ll take care of you.” 

Oh, that kills his boredom alright.