Warlord

Chapter Forty-Six

Iruka fidgeted impatiently in his seat, we could have walked home faster, he thought with a sigh, pulling the warlord more tightly against his body and stroking a gentle hand through ragged silver locks. “We there?” Kakashi mumbled sleepily as he tried to burrow deeper into the warmth surrounding him.

“Soon.” the scribe replied with a smile, “Just relax, enjoy the ride.”

“Enjoy everything with you.” the tall man muttered, eyes squeezed tight against the shafts of sunlight filtering through the window shades.

So handsome, Iruka thought with a smile as he dipped his head to kiss his way up the warlord’s throat until he reached his mouth, nipping the corner before slanting his lips firmly against the paler pair and losing himself in the addictive taste of his lover’s mouth.

“Mmmmmmmm, want more.” Kakashi demanded, eyes still shut, when the scribe broke the devouring kiss to nuzzle the nape of his neck. He stretched out to give Iruka more room to work, his gasps and muffled groans fueling the scribe’s ardor. The warlord’s shirt quickly disappeared, allowing a torturous tongue to dance across his chest, nibbling peaked nipples and tracing defined pectorals before gliding further down to test his patience, dipping under his waistband and sending ripples of gooseflesh racing over his form.

“Why’d ya stop?” the warlord slurred huskily as he tried to urge the scribe to resume what he’d been doing.

“Someone might hear us.” the scribe replied primly, “We are in a moving carriage after all.”

“Which means no one can walk in on us.” Kakashi leered, “The shades are drawn so no one can see us . . . all you have to do is gag me ‘ruka and then no one can hear us.” The scribe sat still for a moment, head cocked as he considered the suggestion.

“Remember you asked for it.” he whispered lustily as he grabbed a sash and bound the tall man’s mouth quickly before pulling off the rest of the warlord’s garments and licking a wet path up the inside of a long pale leg to the joint of a hip. He smirked into a tender inner thigh before biting down hard, making Kakashi groan unintelligibly and thrash his head.

Iruka pushed aside the warlord’s wandering hands, “Uh uh, if you can’t hold still I’ll have to tie you up again.” he whispered huskily. The scribe carefully searched his lover’s face for any signs this wasn’t alright with him before quickly binding his hands to a roof rib above the seat. “Now I have you at my mercy.” he taunted, staying at arms length, eyes raking up and down the bound figure, appreciating the way the movement of the carriage made his engorged length bob and twitch.

He knelt and blew lightly across Kakashi’s dripping member, leaning in close enough so the motion caused the tip to brush across his lips occasionally, loving the way the warlord’s entire body strained to move closer. When Iruka finally took pity on him and wrapped his lips around the head, sucking gently, the growling groan it elicited was audible even through the gag.

“Ssshhhhh,” he cautioned, the vibrations sending the warlord spiraling even higher. Iruka slowly slid down the thick length, flicking his tongue over the prominent vein before coming to rest with his nose buried in silver curls and sucking hard. He slid back up just as slowly, dipping his tongue in the slit at the same time he slid a slick finger through Kakashi’s tight pucker, making the tall man buck uncontrollably, torn between the pleasure in front and behind him.

“Calm down beloved, I want to make this last.” the scribe crooned as he slid a second finger into his lover’s heat, taking his tender sac in the other hand and massaging it even as he continued to stretch his passage.

Kakashi keened when a hot wet mouth engulfed his balls, sucking and nipping, so distracting him that he never noticed when a third finger was added and the scribe began to gently scissor them. Iruka smirked devilishly as he deliberately scraped his fingers across the warlord’s prostate, making him shake and whine, hips snapping, causing his now neglected length to spatter drops of precum as it bobbed and jerked.

Iruka pulled away completely, reveling in the shudders racing through the lean form even as he oiled himself, stroking his throbbing length absently as he carefully studied his lover. He moved gracefully up onto the seat, kneeling behind the warlord, and drew him down into his lap, spreading him wide as gravity ever so slowly settled him on the scribe’s aching cock.

When he was fully seated Iruka wrapped his arms around the warlord, holding him in place while the scribe nuzzled his neck, seeming infinitely patient as he waited for the tremors wracking the pale body to subside. Once Kakashi stilled he began a slow rhythm, pull out until just the tip remained, then a maddeningly long pause before slowly sliding balls deep again, making sure he rubbed across the warlord’s prostate with each stroke, gradually increasing the pace before finally grasping his lover’s purpling member in an oily fist and beginning a slow stroke in counterpoint to his thrusts.

The scribe watched in fascination as his powerful lover’s muscles bunched and jumped as he came hard, shooting his seed across the seat as he twitched and swayed on the thick length impaling him. Lifting a long leg he spun the warlord to face him, tearing off the gag and tangling his fingers in soft silver strands as he pulled Kakashi’s mouth to his and proceeded to lose himself in a desperate kiss. His tongue swept into the tall man’s mouth, tasting and teasing, tempting the warlord’s tongue to join in the game. When the kiss finally eased he once again began a slow regular pattern of thrusts, gradually coaxing Kakashi back to the edge.

“Please ‘ruka.” the warlord rasped as the scribe slowed yet again, squeezing the tall man’s erection to prevent him from coming.

“I’m not done with you yet.” the scribe replied heatedly, grasping pale hips firmly as Kakashi tried to lift himself off the length still piercing him.

“Then move,” the warlord barked, frustration flashing in his mismatched eyes, “or I swear by all the gods I’ll make you move.”

“Awfully pushy for someone in your position aren’t you sweetheart.” the scribe chuckled, although it turned into more of a squeal as Kakashi toppled him with a fierce twist and began to ride him hard.

The warlord watched as Iruka bit his lip, shutting his eyes at the onslaught of pleasure. “Now touch me.” Kakashi demanded, “You’re taking too long.” he gritted out as he slowed to a halt, resuming his motions when a slick hand wrapped around his length and began a twisting stroke that had him slamming himself onto the scribe’s length as he tried to get more, deeper, anything that would topple him over the edge he was perched on.

Iruka finally reached up and unbound the warlord’s hands, using the distraction to flip their positions yet again, lifting one long leg onto his shoulder he spread his lover impossibly wide, the angle allowing him to sink deeper than before. He shut his eyes and breathed deeply of Kakashi’s unique scent even as he pistoned harshly into him, lost in the wet slap of flesh against flesh and the low trembling moans building in the tall man’s throat.

Finally, with one unbelievably deep thrust to his prostate and the pressure of a slick thumb dipping into the slit of his cock Kakashi came with a long loud moan of his lover’s name. Iruka continued to drive into the warlord’s passage even as it tightened almost to the point of pain, finally exploding deep inside his lover with a garbled cry.

“You okay?” Iruka managed to pant as he scanned the limp form worriedly.

“Mmmhmm.” the warlord hummed, “Do that again?”

“We’ll be home soon.” the scribe muttered, “Then we’ll do whatever you want.” He missed the smirk on the pale man’s face as they both slid seamlessly into sleep.