Too good

A/N: It has been far, far too long, I know. But I was: A) Busy with work B) Busy with school C) Not on speaking terms with my muse D) Being a lazy ass. Anyhow, I had a stroke of brilliance a few days ago as to how I'm going to make Kakashi the uke! So I was so happy I wrote a little bit. Not much, but I love to tease you guys!

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Kakashi was too confused and relieved and still pumped full of adrenalin to do anything other than obey; Iruka had used his sensei voice, the one that carried the undertone of you-had-better-not-fuck-with-me-mister, the one that made you flee, confess or go right into begging(1). He was so glad that Genma hadn’t gotten into the room, his distress over being caught and tied up was forgotten, and he got to work immediately, showing Iruka how very contrite he was for biting him.

One of Iruka’s hands fisted the fresh sheet while the other found its way to tangle in the thick silver puff of Kakashi’s hair. Kakashi’s mouth felt heavenly; his arousal had only increased as he was lying in wait beneath the bed, fantasizing about having his own wicked way with him, and the thrill of actually catching Kakashi had fueled his already amp-ed up libido and it was sheer bliss as Kakashi licked and sucked him. Iruka moaned softly as he thrust shallowly into Kakashi’s sinful mouth, gasping as that fantastically talented tongue swirled around him and toyed with his sensitive head. Kakashi knew just the right amount of suction and pressure to use to drive Iruka mad, and as his lover’s hands began to stroke his face and hair he purred in contentment. Iruka gasped and doubled over as the vibrations traveled up his shaft into his groin; he was getting close to shooting his load down Kakashi’s throat. Apparently Kakashi could detect this as well and he took deep breath through his nose before taking Iruka’s cock deep into his throat. The tan chuunin groaned as he was swallowed down into the tight constricting heat, and after a few moments of rocking his hips forward, he came into that wet, willing orifice.

Iruka moaned quietly, petting Kakashi’s head in thanks as he slipped out of the jounin’s mouth. Iruka watched in fascination as a thin stream of cum leaked down the side of his mouth. He reached over and picked it up with his index finger, letting Kakashi see the white fluid on it before he slowly brought it up to his own mouth and sucked it off. Kakashi let out a pitiful whimper at this display of eroticism; Iruka knew how much he loved it when they tasted each other’s cum. He had meant to punish Kakashi for leaving him all alone to have a miserable wank in the shower, but now, seeing him so dazed, lips swollen and slick, he couldn’t help himself, bending over and sealing their mouths together.

As Iruka very effectively and enthusiastically distracted Kakashi by kissing him senseless, the clones, ever efficient and helpful, just like Iruka himself, began setting things up according to plan. Pulling away from that delectable mouth, Iruka smiled at the dazed and glassy-eyed look being given him from his captive jounin. Tilting his head down so that his hair covered up the smirk playing across his own features, Iruka took the box of sushi one of his clones had brought over. Being of one mind, they had all agreed beforehand as to the course of action for the naughty Copy Nin once he returned. The clones settled themselves at the foot of the bed to watch and enjoy the view as Iruka turned his attention back to the pale body splayed out before him.

Kakashi hadn’t fully recovered from his kissing-induced semi-comatose state, prying his eyelids up to see what was going on. He was struck with a feeling of trepidation as well as a bit of excitement as three sets of eyes all hungrily looked down on him. He dared not move as Iruka picked up the sushi and started placing it strategically all over his body. In a startling moment of clarity, Kakashi realized what was happening. Oh. My. God. Iruka was going to eat the sushi off his naked body. Kakashi’s breath hitched as Iruka began placing the little rolls down his abdomen and over his thighs; he could feel the brush of Iruka’s hands over his crotch, which was now beginning to throb as his blood rushed south. From the way he was propped up with the pillows he had an excellent view of what Iruka was doing, and he struggled to stay still as he watched that luscious mouth moving closer and closer, honing in on a piece sushi in the center of his chest. Kakashi stifled a whimper as he felt the wet strands of Iruka’s hair tickle over his skin and a puff of hot breath before the cold sushi roll was lifted delicately away. Iruka sat back, holding the food between his teeth, letting his tongue move it back and forth before taking it into his mouth, chewing it slowly while making a humming noise to show his appreciation for Kakashi’s choice of cuisine.

1. This is also from a fic I worship, ‘D/s Naruto’ by the amazing Hestia; honestly, you are being punished right now if you haven’t read it.


A/N: Hahaha! Revenge of the clones is next! Stay tuned!