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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Class Act
Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto obviously, since it's highly doubtful Kishimoto thinks naked masturbating Kakashi is writable stuff.
First try at this fictional writing thing, so be gentle ^__^ I wanted to find out if I could write smut at all, and am too lazy to come up with any semblance of a plot for my maiden fic attempt, plus Kakashi-anything is hot ... so this is the result. If you're one of those Kaka/KakaIru fans who skims past paragraphs of actual plot to get to the smut, this might be agreeable, if you're not ... *sweatdrops*
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He breathed raggedly, slender fingers clasping his aching jewels, teasing an ache into awakening. His throat ran dry as his cock strained against the roughness of his cotton boxers as the need between his thighs surged through his spine. He steadied himself upon a wooden chair, buttocks arched against the edge of his seat, his sinewy back curved in a sensuous arc, muscled legs spread as wide as he could let them. His firm rump clenched the seat firmly, holding him steadily in place as his mind travelled towards arousal.
Sucking in short breaths, he felt his bulge fill out the normally loose-ish crotch of his pants and knew he couldn’t deny himself release. His throbbing hardness begged to be sprung free as his cruel mind continued to allow his fingers to only idly probe the area. But Kakashi was a patient man, delayed gratification was a bittersweet concept he cherished.
He freed his hands from their eager southbound hold, allowing his right index finger to teasingly trace the lower pout of his masked lips, softly moaning against the pleasure of the friction between skin and fabric. His left hand teased the muscled curve just below his navel, perilously close to that tender spot. Images of a certain brunette’s high, full ass straining against his uniform pants as he stood over the classroom table at a fetching angle tantalised his dirty mind. He imagined the brunette’s buttocks as nothing less than two perfectly round orbs, with the most beautifully lickable crack he could ever imagine.
Hands having lazily wandered to tease his erect nipples, he groaned at the awareness of an extremely hard predicament. Easing off his jounin vest another soft moan escaped to synchronise with the vest’s soft thud on the floor. His right hand trailed the length of his hard stomach all the way down till it met with the origin of his delicious discomfort.
Half-cursing his adeptness, a low rumble escaped his throat as his middle finger easily found the tip of his arousal, expertly kneading it to unbearable sensitivity. His left hand pressed hard down the length of the pant zip as he undid it … a strong throb answered him and travelled feverishly into his belly.
“Nghh …” And the pesky top button holding together his pants was undone. He felt sweat pool beneath his contracting buttocks as the navy cotton slid by his knees, flopping into a defeated heap around his ankles. For a brief second he arched his bottom off the chair, freeing himself of his boxers, watching with self-involved fascination as his penis sprang erect. The crisp whiff of soap-scented sweat permeated the air, escaping the silver curls of that sweet private spot.
He loved the feel of it straining against the confines of his calloused, battle-worn palm. He loved it – that hard, thick organ he could stroke to fullness and tease with the promise of completion – marvelling at all eight inches of it, lovingly gripping its full girth, hazily wondering if He would love it just as much, if He would take it in his beautiful mouth, ,oh god, in his mouth, in that mouth ….
The thought made him seethe with heightened desire as he stroked steadily, his pants becoming harder to stifle. With practiced restraint he hitched his breaths sharply, sucking on his left thumb to quell his urgency while his right wrist bobbed up and down in a steady motion. Even so in his tightly-reined desire he let his tongue lavish caresses on his thumb, imagining His hard cock in its place, god how he wanted to suck it, tease it, lick every inch of its hardness … god.
“Uh ….” His exposed throat rumbled approval as his erection was stroked into a raging stiffness, swollen with seed he desperately wanted to release in that man’s beautiful ass, that man’s ungodly mouth, everywhere … his firm chest heaved with increased momentum as he alternated between fondling his tender sacs and beating his arousal, prolonging his release. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the last of the classroom lights across the block fade out behind the heavy orange curtains in the room he was in. The last of the academy staff had gone home, this classroom door was locked and in a rare moment of abandon, he decided to let the empty walls around him know who he was seeking in his release.
“Iruka …. ” The telling sound of stroked friction reverberated against the walls and spurred him on in his rising heat.
Down the hallway, the object of his masturbation headed stiffly toward the restroom just past his makeshift playpen. It had been a long day, and the tanned dolphin was feeling the effects of a busy day depriving him of his daily … need. He didn’t quite remember how it’d started, he’d never thought of himself as a highly-sexed man – but somehow that silver-haired jounin inspired the raciest, filthiest thoughts in his usually conservative mind – thoughts he needed to purge out daily – once, twice, sometimes thrice a day if he could make the most of the school lunch break.
So it had been like this for the past two months – a quick jerk-off during morning showers, occasional hurried midday self-pleasuring within the confines of school toilet cubicles, and long after-dinner gratification in the bathtub which always ended with him yelling out the older jounin’s name as he pumped his seed into the soapy bathwater. As his cock limped itself back into some semblance of chasteness, his mind would glaze over with visions of those lazy, mismatched eyes – he couldn’t quite put his finger on it but he found some raw animalism in them tormenting him. And the next morning he’d allow himself to imagine the aloof jounin somehow wanted him despite his good sense telling him otherwise, and he’d beat out his desire and watch the results of it wash away with the shower suds.
But today – Iruka stopped just short of the restroom as it dawned on him he was the last person around in the Academy – or so he thought. He didn’t have to ease out his frustrations in the dank confines of the restroom – any other room would do and would be infinitely more comfortable. He turned toward the nearest classroom, wrist poised to turn the door handle when his shinobi ears picked up an embarrassingly familiar series of sounds. Good god, he blushed – it couldn’t be, but that was indeed it – someone was jacking off inside the classroom. He turned a deeper shade of crimson as he realised what his purpose of entering the room had been as well. And blushed a brand new shade of red as he realised a certain part of him was involuntarily expressing a very physical approval.
Kakashi’s eyes were shut tight, Sharingan spinning erratically as he willed himself into some illusionary plane. Desire was driving him wild, his hard cock begged to be beaten as he imagined a shirtless Iruka walking in on him. He let his eyes travel down the length of the brown Shinobi’s taut body and as always, his eyes would rest on an inviting bulge. Iruka walked over to him, his urgent bulge facing the unruly-haired Shinobi’s face. The Copy Ninja hungrily pulled his subordinate by those beautiful buttocks, devouring his still-clothed bulge, smothering his keen nose with its musky scent as he felt his partner’s groan rumble through his body.
In reality, the prodigy ninja was pounding his engorged penis furiously amidst impassioned moans and grunts. As he reached his peak he loosened his grip, pacing himself with repeated murmurings of wanting to take Him, taste Him, absorb Him … the object of his lustful prayer stood frozen by the classroom door, listening in aroused fascination. He couldn’t deny the hardness begging for release now that he had identified the errant masturbator – the voice which had played in his fantasies thousands of times over was unmistakable.
He imagined that Kakashi was moaning for him, writhing for him – except this time he didn’t have to imagine as much as that voice was in fact there and not just conjured within the confines of those fevered 5-10 minute sessions in the mornings and afternoons, and wasn’t self-constructed to help him along in those leisurely nightly sessions he enjoyed so much.
Leaning as carefully against the door as he could, he quietly undid his pants and allowed his hard cock to spring to rigid fullness. He stroked slowly, careful not to lose control – he came fast and hard these days but the present situation was such a mind-blowing novelty he was determined to savour it as long as he could. His resolve was almost immediately shaken however, as he heard Kakashi’s voice escalate into loud groans of desire.
“Oh god let me … yes … uhh … so beautiful … Iruka ….”
The brunette shinobi’s eager grip froze at the sound of his name. Was he that far gone to imagine in his frenzied self-pleasuring that Kakashi was actually calling out for him?
He held his breath and steadied himself – still – against the door.
“Iruka … yes, oh goddd, ah, mmm… IRUKA!!!”
The last mention of his name was a very distinct, lusty, sex-glazed yell. He wants to fuck me, or he wants me to fuck him, I want to fuck him and oh god if he fucked me … Iruka’s mind collapsed in a swirl of confused desire. Seized by the intensity and sheer craziness of the moment he worked his shaft furiously, moaning and groaning and panting to all abandon, wanting the other man to hear, not wanting him to hear, not knowing what he wanted …
“…Kakashi! Uh … aah, aaaaah, Kakashi ….”
The taller Shinobi’s head snapped back in ecstasy as he heard Iruka call his name – so real, god, so real … he moaned wildly as he stroked his aching cock, knees buckling and straightening and buckling again as no part of his body was sure of itself except the fire within his loins, his fingers feeling the urgent wetness of pre-cum as he masturbated nearer to completion.
He should have heard me and … god knows, he’s carrying on calling my name, in some sick way he wants this and I want this and I don’t know what to do except to keep doing this, oh god it feels so damn good this cock is so damned hard oh god I’m coming I’m coming …
“Kakashi oh god I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming so hard oh god pleaseeee ….”
Oh those sweet moans calling my name god I’m almost there almost there I’m coming with you Iruka I’m coming with you oh oh ohhhhh so good so hard ah, ah, Iruka aaaah ….
Iruka thrust against the door, feeling the sweet force of his seed painting a white-hot trail of desire down the old yellow paint, feeling his knees buckle under the weight of his orgasm as he cried out for the Scarecrow –
And the Scarecrow arched his back fervently against the old wooden chair as his release engulfed him – thick desire coating his pulsing cock, his swollen jewels, his tense buttocks – a creamy trail splayed over his perfect abs as he cried out for his Dolphin, whipping the desire out of his erect penis.
They stayed where they were for a long while, each questioning his own sanity. The silver haired Shinobi wondered if illusion was teetering too dangerously into reality, the brunette wondered if the reality he heard was a dream. Sighing, the well-built jounin shook the last vestiges of excitement out of his shoulders and unlocked the door to head home …
… and met the uncertain eyes of his favourite Chuunin. It took all of his efforts to keep his head from spinning as he processed the gravity of what had actually just happened – and as the pieces sank in he felt the brunette edge closer and remove his mask in a gentle but deft motion. He closed his eyes as the younger ninja claimed his lips silently, both quietly tasting the other and after a few moments, reciprocal arousals teased against each other ….
First try at this fictional writing thing, so be gentle ^__^ I wanted to find out if I could write smut at all, and am too lazy to come up with any semblance of a plot for my maiden fic attempt, plus Kakashi-anything is hot ... so this is the result. If you're one of those Kaka/KakaIru fans who skims past paragraphs of actual plot to get to the smut, this might be agreeable, if you're not ... *sweatdrops*
He breathed raggedly, slender fingers clasping his aching jewels, teasing an ache into awakening. His throat ran dry as his cock strained against the roughness of his cotton boxers as the need between his thighs surged through his spine. He steadied himself upon a wooden chair, buttocks arched against the edge of his seat, his sinewy back curved in a sensuous arc, muscled legs spread as wide as he could let them. His firm rump clenched the seat firmly, holding him steadily in place as his mind travelled towards arousal.
Sucking in short breaths, he felt his bulge fill out the normally loose-ish crotch of his pants and knew he couldn’t deny himself release. His throbbing hardness begged to be sprung free as his cruel mind continued to allow his fingers to only idly probe the area. But Kakashi was a patient man, delayed gratification was a bittersweet concept he cherished.
He freed his hands from their eager southbound hold, allowing his right index finger to teasingly trace the lower pout of his masked lips, softly moaning against the pleasure of the friction between skin and fabric. His left hand teased the muscled curve just below his navel, perilously close to that tender spot. Images of a certain brunette’s high, full ass straining against his uniform pants as he stood over the classroom table at a fetching angle tantalised his dirty mind. He imagined the brunette’s buttocks as nothing less than two perfectly round orbs, with the most beautifully lickable crack he could ever imagine.
Hands having lazily wandered to tease his erect nipples, he groaned at the awareness of an extremely hard predicament. Easing off his jounin vest another soft moan escaped to synchronise with the vest’s soft thud on the floor. His right hand trailed the length of his hard stomach all the way down till it met with the origin of his delicious discomfort.
Half-cursing his adeptness, a low rumble escaped his throat as his middle finger easily found the tip of his arousal, expertly kneading it to unbearable sensitivity. His left hand pressed hard down the length of the pant zip as he undid it … a strong throb answered him and travelled feverishly into his belly.
“Nghh …” And the pesky top button holding together his pants was undone. He felt sweat pool beneath his contracting buttocks as the navy cotton slid by his knees, flopping into a defeated heap around his ankles. For a brief second he arched his bottom off the chair, freeing himself of his boxers, watching with self-involved fascination as his penis sprang erect. The crisp whiff of soap-scented sweat permeated the air, escaping the silver curls of that sweet private spot.
He loved the feel of it straining against the confines of his calloused, battle-worn palm. He loved it – that hard, thick organ he could stroke to fullness and tease with the promise of completion – marvelling at all eight inches of it, lovingly gripping its full girth, hazily wondering if He would love it just as much, if He would take it in his beautiful mouth, ,oh god, in his mouth, in that mouth ….
The thought made him seethe with heightened desire as he stroked steadily, his pants becoming harder to stifle. With practiced restraint he hitched his breaths sharply, sucking on his left thumb to quell his urgency while his right wrist bobbed up and down in a steady motion. Even so in his tightly-reined desire he let his tongue lavish caresses on his thumb, imagining His hard cock in its place, god how he wanted to suck it, tease it, lick every inch of its hardness … god.
“Uh ….” His exposed throat rumbled approval as his erection was stroked into a raging stiffness, swollen with seed he desperately wanted to release in that man’s beautiful ass, that man’s ungodly mouth, everywhere … his firm chest heaved with increased momentum as he alternated between fondling his tender sacs and beating his arousal, prolonging his release. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the last of the classroom lights across the block fade out behind the heavy orange curtains in the room he was in. The last of the academy staff had gone home, this classroom door was locked and in a rare moment of abandon, he decided to let the empty walls around him know who he was seeking in his release.
“Iruka …. ” The telling sound of stroked friction reverberated against the walls and spurred him on in his rising heat.
Down the hallway, the object of his masturbation headed stiffly toward the restroom just past his makeshift playpen. It had been a long day, and the tanned dolphin was feeling the effects of a busy day depriving him of his daily … need. He didn’t quite remember how it’d started, he’d never thought of himself as a highly-sexed man – but somehow that silver-haired jounin inspired the raciest, filthiest thoughts in his usually conservative mind – thoughts he needed to purge out daily – once, twice, sometimes thrice a day if he could make the most of the school lunch break.
So it had been like this for the past two months – a quick jerk-off during morning showers, occasional hurried midday self-pleasuring within the confines of school toilet cubicles, and long after-dinner gratification in the bathtub which always ended with him yelling out the older jounin’s name as he pumped his seed into the soapy bathwater. As his cock limped itself back into some semblance of chasteness, his mind would glaze over with visions of those lazy, mismatched eyes – he couldn’t quite put his finger on it but he found some raw animalism in them tormenting him. And the next morning he’d allow himself to imagine the aloof jounin somehow wanted him despite his good sense telling him otherwise, and he’d beat out his desire and watch the results of it wash away with the shower suds.
But today – Iruka stopped just short of the restroom as it dawned on him he was the last person around in the Academy – or so he thought. He didn’t have to ease out his frustrations in the dank confines of the restroom – any other room would do and would be infinitely more comfortable. He turned toward the nearest classroom, wrist poised to turn the door handle when his shinobi ears picked up an embarrassingly familiar series of sounds. Good god, he blushed – it couldn’t be, but that was indeed it – someone was jacking off inside the classroom. He turned a deeper shade of crimson as he realised what his purpose of entering the room had been as well. And blushed a brand new shade of red as he realised a certain part of him was involuntarily expressing a very physical approval.
Kakashi’s eyes were shut tight, Sharingan spinning erratically as he willed himself into some illusionary plane. Desire was driving him wild, his hard cock begged to be beaten as he imagined a shirtless Iruka walking in on him. He let his eyes travel down the length of the brown Shinobi’s taut body and as always, his eyes would rest on an inviting bulge. Iruka walked over to him, his urgent bulge facing the unruly-haired Shinobi’s face. The Copy Ninja hungrily pulled his subordinate by those beautiful buttocks, devouring his still-clothed bulge, smothering his keen nose with its musky scent as he felt his partner’s groan rumble through his body.
In reality, the prodigy ninja was pounding his engorged penis furiously amidst impassioned moans and grunts. As he reached his peak he loosened his grip, pacing himself with repeated murmurings of wanting to take Him, taste Him, absorb Him … the object of his lustful prayer stood frozen by the classroom door, listening in aroused fascination. He couldn’t deny the hardness begging for release now that he had identified the errant masturbator – the voice which had played in his fantasies thousands of times over was unmistakable.
He imagined that Kakashi was moaning for him, writhing for him – except this time he didn’t have to imagine as much as that voice was in fact there and not just conjured within the confines of those fevered 5-10 minute sessions in the mornings and afternoons, and wasn’t self-constructed to help him along in those leisurely nightly sessions he enjoyed so much.
Leaning as carefully against the door as he could, he quietly undid his pants and allowed his hard cock to spring to rigid fullness. He stroked slowly, careful not to lose control – he came fast and hard these days but the present situation was such a mind-blowing novelty he was determined to savour it as long as he could. His resolve was almost immediately shaken however, as he heard Kakashi’s voice escalate into loud groans of desire.
“Oh god let me … yes … uhh … so beautiful … Iruka ….”
The brunette shinobi’s eager grip froze at the sound of his name. Was he that far gone to imagine in his frenzied self-pleasuring that Kakashi was actually calling out for him?
He held his breath and steadied himself – still – against the door.
“Iruka … yes, oh goddd, ah, mmm… IRUKA!!!”
The last mention of his name was a very distinct, lusty, sex-glazed yell. He wants to fuck me, or he wants me to fuck him, I want to fuck him and oh god if he fucked me … Iruka’s mind collapsed in a swirl of confused desire. Seized by the intensity and sheer craziness of the moment he worked his shaft furiously, moaning and groaning and panting to all abandon, wanting the other man to hear, not wanting him to hear, not knowing what he wanted …
“…Kakashi! Uh … aah, aaaaah, Kakashi ….”
The taller Shinobi’s head snapped back in ecstasy as he heard Iruka call his name – so real, god, so real … he moaned wildly as he stroked his aching cock, knees buckling and straightening and buckling again as no part of his body was sure of itself except the fire within his loins, his fingers feeling the urgent wetness of pre-cum as he masturbated nearer to completion.
He should have heard me and … god knows, he’s carrying on calling my name, in some sick way he wants this and I want this and I don’t know what to do except to keep doing this, oh god it feels so damn good this cock is so damned hard oh god I’m coming I’m coming …
“Kakashi oh god I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming so hard oh god pleaseeee ….”
Oh those sweet moans calling my name god I’m almost there almost there I’m coming with you Iruka I’m coming with you oh oh ohhhhh so good so hard ah, ah, Iruka aaaah ….
Iruka thrust against the door, feeling the sweet force of his seed painting a white-hot trail of desire down the old yellow paint, feeling his knees buckle under the weight of his orgasm as he cried out for the Scarecrow –
And the Scarecrow arched his back fervently against the old wooden chair as his release engulfed him – thick desire coating his pulsing cock, his swollen jewels, his tense buttocks – a creamy trail splayed over his perfect abs as he cried out for his Dolphin, whipping the desire out of his erect penis.
They stayed where they were for a long while, each questioning his own sanity. The silver haired Shinobi wondered if illusion was teetering too dangerously into reality, the brunette wondered if the reality he heard was a dream. Sighing, the well-built jounin shook the last vestiges of excitement out of his shoulders and unlocked the door to head home …
… and met the uncertain eyes of his favourite Chuunin. It took all of his efforts to keep his head from spinning as he processed the gravity of what had actually just happened – and as the pieces sank in he felt the brunette edge closer and remove his mask in a gentle but deft motion. He closed his eyes as the younger ninja claimed his lips silently, both quietly tasting the other and after a few moments, reciprocal arousals teased against each other ….