A Chat With Iruka

 

 

 

Walking up the stairs to Iruka’s apartment was pleasurable torture. The stiff fabric of his new uniform pants was rubbing against the rising welts on his tender thighs which aroused him tremendously.  Unfortunately this caused the zipper’s placket to press against said arousal almost painfully.

Fumbling for his keys, he almost forgot to send a pulse of chakra into the wards first.  The tingle of electricity went directly to his burgeoning erection.  Safely inside, he leaned against the back of the door, removed his shoes and practically raced toward the bathroom. 

 

It completely slipped his mind that the finicky water heater in Iruka’s complex took its sweet time just to get tepid, and he desperately wanted Iruka’s bath drawn and ready before he arrived.  No matter, a small warming jutsu would ensure the water remained at the proper temperature until needed.

Once the tub filled, he stripped out of his clothes, depositing them in the wicker hamper outside the bathroom.  Perfect timing, he thought when Iruka’s keys dully clanked in the container beside the front door. 

 

Iruka’s sigh as he melted into the living room couch was his cue to take his position beside the tub.  Slowly, he knelt.  His heels tucked under his sore bottom, his hands resting palm down on his thighs and his head lowered.

 

“Kakashi, come here please,” Iruka called out. 

 

He was kneeling beside Iruka’s outstretched legs in a flash with Iruka’s favorite dark blue silk robe draped over his forearm.  “Was there something you wished to tell me Kakashi?”

“Yes, sir,” Kakashi cleared his throat. “With your permission sir, I wish to express my gratitude for your earlier correction.”

 

He was tempted to look up when Iruka’s answer didn’t come immediately.  Was he still angry?

 

Rising to his feet Iruka said, “Permission granted Kakashi.” His lust laden voice inspired a ripple of pleasure within Kakashi.

 

Knee walking toward him, the top of his head level with Iruka’s waist, Kakashi’s hands trembled slightly as he ran slender fingers upward to his belt.  “May I sir?”

 

Tan fingers reached out to grasp the soft silver hair, pulling him closer with a possessive growl.  Kakashi threw the robe in the direction of the couch, hoping it reached its target. 

 

Emboldened now, Kakashi reached out to stroke the growing bugle to the left of Iruka’s zipper.  Forcing himself to breathe deeply, he undid the button and zipper slowly, carefully reaching inside.

 

 

Iruka’s fingers were massaging his scalp, encouraging him to move faster; Kakashi happily obliged.  Moist heat radiated toward his fingers as his mouth watered.  Inching Iruka's pants lower, Kakashi's tongue slipped forward of its own volition, greedily lapping up the bittersweet beads of Iruka's arousal. 

 

His self-control was slipping… covetously Iruka tugged Kakashi forward.  Kakashi adapted quickly, his cheeks hollowed; his tongue hotly curved around Iruka’s girth.  Tightly wrapped inside the hot, wet cavern, Iruka threw his head back, his hips moving ever so slightly.

 

With Kakashi’s forehead pressed against his groin, Iruka tipped Kakashi’s head back abruptly.  “That’s enough Kakashi… for now”, Iruka said firmly.  “I want to admire my handiwork.”

 

“Yes sir,” Kakashi answered, struggling to keep the disappointment out of his voice. 

 

Iruka gently ordered, “Stand up Kakashi.”  Iruka’s warm hands explored Kakashi’s chest, stopping briefly to tease and pinch a nipple.  He chuckled lightly when a soft whimper escaped Kakashi’s lips.  “Spread your legs for me like a good boy,” whispered Iruka.  Kakashi complied at once.

 

Iruka’s hand glided over Kakashi's erection with long upward strokes.  It was almost too much, yet not enough.   Suddenly, Kakashi felt the cold hard steel of the cock ring sliding down and clicking into place.  Another soft whimper issued from Kakashi lips. 

 

Grabbing his hand, Iruka lead Kakashi to the bedroom instructing him to arrange himself for Iruka's viewing pleasure.   

 

“You know what to do now, don’t you Kakashi?”

 

Kakashi couldn’t conceal the tremor in his voice this time, “Yes sir…”

 

A sharp slap to his already sensitive bottom and then Iruka gently pushed him toward the bed, “Go on then.”

 

Crawling toward the center of the bed, Kakashi grabbed the pillows from the headboard.  He took care to place them exactly where Iruka wanted; directly in line with the dresser’s wide mirror.  He lowered himself, hips pressing into them softly. 

 

Behind him he heard Iruka removing the rest of his clothes hanging them on the hook behind the door.  Then there came the sound of the nightstand’s drawer opening briskly and closing softly.  Kakashi felt the slight dip in the mattress beside his ankles when Iruka straddled his legs.

 

“Looks like you were a naughty boy Kakashi,” Iruka told him while he uncorked the bottle of mineral oil.  “The hairbrush always makes your bottom so incredibly red and the strap made your thighs so pink…mmm…so beautifully punished.”

 

Iruka’s words were making him harden to the point of pain.  He needed friction, but rubbing himself against the pillow without permission would displease Iruka immensely.

Iruka’s hands and lips slowly made their way up his thighs and over his bottom.  Within seconds, he felt two thick fingers circling his entrance.  “I can’t wait to feel your hot bottom against me when I’m deep inside you.”

 

Kakashi raised his hips, “Please sir, I need you,” he pleaded shamelessly.

 

“I can’t promise I’ll be gentle,” Iruka breathed.  “Watching you take your punishment like a stoic naughty boy,” his fingers slipped in, “always makes me want to take you hard…deep…and fast.”

 

Kakashi couldn’t stop it; he pushed back onto Iruka’s fingers wantonly.  “Please sir…I’m yours, to do with as you wish.”

 

Iruka’s fingers disappeared.  Now slathered with oil, Iruka pressed into the warm tight heat slowly, relishing Kakashi’s groans of pleasure.  Seconds before reaching the sensitive spot that would make Kakashi lose himself completely…Iruka withdrew without explanation.

Kakashi’s breathing hitched.  Once more a strangled gasp tumbled from his lips.

 

Turning his head slightly, Kakashi watched in the dresser’s mirror as Iruka poured a bit more of the oil into his palm.  He was practically salivating as Iruka methodically stroked himself. 

 

Iruka caught him looking and rewarded him with a downright lascivious smile.

 

The next thing Kakashi saw was Iruka’s left hand slamming down on the mattress beside his face.  His toes curled as Iruka began rocking into him relentlessly…powerfully.

 

With each snap of Iruka’s hips, the friction from the pillows was driving him insane.  Suddenly, Iruka leaned back, lifting Kakashi’s hips to release the cock ring.  His large hand wrapped around him, stroking him in time with his deep thrusts. 

 

“So hot…so tight Kakashi,” he heard his husk into his ear.  “Love making your bottom tender…you were so responsive to my palm…to the hairbrush…its making me harder just thinking about it.”

Kakashi very nearly howled when his orgasm hit him.  Iruka was getting close too, his thrusts becoming deeper and more erratic.  His nails dug into the front of Kakashi’s thighs as he came with a shout muffled between Kakashi’s shoulder blades.

 

They both collapsed, their irregular breaths mingling together as they shared a tender kiss.  Rolling to his side, Iruka dragged Kakashi with him.  Soft silver hair tickled his chin as he rubbed Kakashi’s back. 

 

“Sir,” Kakashi breathed, “I love being your naughty little boy, but if I start showing up on time for things outside of missions, people will get suspicious.  I have a carefully crafted reputation to maintain you know.”

 

“Don’t be silly Kakashi,” Iruka teased, “But if it ever takes three days after a mission to turn in your report, I won’t be as benevolent as I was this time.”

 

With a sheepish grin Kakashi answered, “I’ll be good sir, I promise.”

 

Good thing Iruka couldn’t see Kakashi had his fingers crossed.

 

 

 

Fin