I Don't Think You Understand

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I do not own Naruto, but I'd sure as hell love a bit more than a hug from him...

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An orgasm is sometimes called a “little death.” It might have something to do with the fact that at times, the pleasure is so intense you feel as though you’ve died, but some think that once an orgasm is achieved, they can die happy. People certainly never seem as happy to “die” as when they’re in the throes of orgasm.

Kakashi begged to differ. Orgasms are hell.

Kakashi did not hate it when his body released itself; he craved it, in fact. He did his best to bring it on as much as possible...but there was the problem. He was the one doing it. Him. Not Gai (I thought I was over that?!), and certainly not Iruka (I wish it were Iruka), but his hands.

Progress had been made. In the three or so days that had passed since Kakashi had practically jumped Iruka (that was fun; should try it again sometime), but...not much had changed. The kissing got more intense, and the touches were as well...but Kakashi wanted more.

The pace the man is setting is starting to drive me nuts. Kakashi would be the first to admit that he wasn’t all that well-versed in all this relationship stuff, but he did know that he and Iruka had been together long enough to feel physically at ease with each other. He may not have known a whole lot about how he was feeling, but he knew what he was feeling.

If I don’t get that man to touch me soon, I think I’m either going to explode or tackle him again, strap him down, and not stop whatever I’ll be doing to him until he’s ready to reciprocate.

From what he’d observed over the time they spent kissing and such, that probably wouldn’t take long at all. But the idea of having Iruka tied down has merit...

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Iruka sneezed. Damn breeze...

Being one of Konoha’s former tricksters had its perks. He knew about nearly every hideaway spot the village had to offer for someone his size and smaller, and right now, he was taking advantage of one of them.

On top of a building that stopped a few hundred yards away from the training grounds, he sat and watched Gai beat the crap out of a training post. He knew the jounin wouldn’t be getting disturbed any time soon; something about how he had been giving flowers to some of the (in his words) “fluidly youthful and beautiful people of this village I love” kept people away from the training grounds on this surprisingly pleasant day.

A pity, considering how certain parts of the field are absolutely ideal for nature-watching, but I guess no one really wants to be around Gai when he’s feeling romantic.

Iruka shook his head, still observing the green-clad jounin as he executed a whirlwind of kicks and punches to the hapless stump. Kakashi looks at him the way I’m looking at him now. I can’t help but feel both a little uneasy about it and a little elated at the same time.

For some men (men who liked women, at least), having two women is considered the ultimate fantasy. Two women could do a lot more than one woman, and when the man (why is it that every man who wants two women thinks he can satisfy two women? A lot of them are hellcats) tired out one of the women, the other one would hopefully be ready to go. There was also that factor that maybe the women would play around with each other, for the gratification of the guy.

Iruka wasn’t gay and he wasn’t straight, but he’d never seen the point in having two women. Women were great people, but his first experience with “traditional” sex, while it had been very fun, hadn’t been the greatest for his opinion of sleeping with the fairer gender. Dear gods, do any of them even bother to trim their nails on the off chance that they’ll be getting some?

Still, while the idea of having two women didn’t appeal to him...the idea of two men did.

Gai without his shirt on, kissing Kakashi, kneading his butt. Kakashi holding Gai by his hair. Me in between, getting ground into, Gai in front, Kakashi in back...

Iruka snapped himself out of it. No. I don’t know how I’d bring that up, much less if I actually want to bring it up, considering that I haven’t even had anything remotely close to sex with Kakashi yet; bringing in another person would just be weird...

But after that...who knew? Kakashi was already somewhat interested in Gai, and so was he, but would it really be necessary after they’d had sex with each other?

I can’t even believe I’m thinking this! He got up and made his way back to his home. Here I am, with a perfectly fuckable boyfriend, and all I can think is “I wonder if I can invite Gai in too?” What kind of greedy idiot am I?

His libido took that thought as an invitation to answer that it had been fucking years since they’d seen anyone besides Mr. Broad-Palm and his harem of five and that they were entitled to be a little...overeager.

I think that may be an understatement...

He sighed as he entered his place, absently kicking off his shoes. I’ll see Kakashi tonight, and then...and then... He felt his face stretch in the trickster’s grin. We’ll see whether or not I really need two men to satisfy me.

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This chapter is a little short; please forgive me for that, but I am trying to come to a decision in myself as to how I'm going to work the next couple of scenes. I don't feel as though I have much of of a tangent for tonight, but I will say this; anyone who has been denied something that feels extremely good for a very long period of time is going to want to overdose on that feeling as soon as humanly possible. Given that...well, let's just say no one would be safe from Iruka if he didn't have the patience he did.

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