Alley

"Hey! Whoa!"

Genma faltered under the sudden addition of weight that was Kakashi leaning on his shoulder. With a frown that made his senbon bob, he positioned Kakashi's arm behind his neck and straightened him out a bit.

"Nnnn..." Kakashi complained when Genma resumed walking. The Copy-nin wasn't drunk. He was totally shit-faced. It didn't happen very often, just two or three times a year. Genma suspected that these moderately rare occasions had some correlation with the anniversaries of deaths.

"Alright, let's just get you home and tuck you in."

"You remember..." he still hadn't put his weight back on his feet, "that night."

"Oh god. I thought you said you never wanted to talk about that again."

"I said talk. Never said I wouldn’t want to do it again." Kakashi's face was almost pressed into Genma's and it was ever so apparent that he'd had plenty of alcohol. "Genma..." he said in a low tone he'd meant to be erotic but it only sounded slurred. "I want to do it again."

Genma was all but ready to just leave Kakashi in the middle of the street to fend for himself when he felt lips, unhindered by cloth, press against his ear. "I want to do you again." Despite the slur and the reek of sake, Genma was undeniably aroused by this.

"Put your mask back on Kakashi. Anyone can walk by and see you."

"Hm, then we'd best hurry and get someplace less public." Suddenly, Kakashi wasn't stumbling and leaning anymore, he was pulling Genma by the thick collar of his vest.

"Kakash-ugh..." The brunet was shoved up against the side of a building draped in thick shadow and Kakashi's lips were doing something amazing to that spot on his neck. "Aaahgh... Not here..."

"Why not?" Fingers, made almost clumsy by intoxication and eagerness, fumbled for clasps and zippers. "No one's going to look over here and even if they do it's not like no one's never seen two drunk shinobi go at it in a dark alleyway." Kakashi plucked the senbon from the corner of Genma's mouth and slipped it into the man's weapon's pouch just as he shoved his pants down past his knees.

Genma opened his mouth to protest but all that he uttered was another groan as half gloved fingers curled around his length.

"You get to come first, just like last time, and I'm going to use your jiz to make my cock slide in and out smooth as a knife through butter."

Genma shuddered pleasantly. Kakashi could talk dirty like nobody's business, but half the time it sounded just like the porn he read on a daily basis. Genma's mind wandered a moment, contemplating just how much dirty talking Jiraiya, the author of Kakashi's favorite books, might be capable of.

"Use your fingers, Genma." his attention snapped back completely and he moaned just a little, "You're such a slut you need the stimulation back there or you can't get off at all." If he hadn't been drunk himself, he would have protested that he was not a slut and he most definitely could get off with only one hand. As it was he just licked his fingers and slipped them between his cheeks.

Soon enough he was flushed and panting, writhing and loving every kiss and lick and bite that the Copy-nin placed over his neck and shoulder. He strained his hand and bucked his hips, striving for the pinnacle of pleasure. He was going to sprain his wrist if he kept trying to wiggle in farther. Kakashi's mouth traveled down Genma's chest and his teeth tormented an already erect nipple. That was the end of Genma. He climaxed with a strangled cry and several desperate thrusts into Kakashi's palm.

Kakashi smiled, an expression that took up his entire face, and took down his pants, covering his cock with the evidence of Genma's orgasm. "Turn around and give me that ass." he demanded, and Genma complied, using both hands to keep himself off of the brick wall.

The pale-haired jounin was as good as his word: his entry was smooth and swift. A little uncomfortable for the suddenness, but nothing that Genma hadn't been expecting; and the pleasure overrode the little fiery prickles anyway. Kakashi was not slow. He was not gentle. He knew exactly the spot to aim for and he never missed it. Genma marveled that his legs didn't just melt out from beneath him, or at least, he would have marveled if he hadn't been so preoccupied with moaning and moving back into those thrusts.

Kakashi's heavy breathing, punctuated by labored groans was counterpoint to Genma's steady flow of wordless vocalizations and the staccato of flesh slapping against flesh kept an uneven rhythm.

Genma felt the thickening that meant Kakashi was close and he flexed every muscle he could, bucking backwards into the other man until Kakashi made an incoherent sound louder than anything previous and jerked Genma's hips hard into his lap, forcing a gasp of surprise from him.

Kakashi rested his head between Genma's shoulder blades, still buried inside him. They both could feel the semen dripping down. "We're not going to talk about this in the morning." he mumbled, releasing his death grip on Genma's hips. There would be bruises for a few days, not that Genma minded.

"Of course not." Genma said, pushing himself away from the wall and brushing the gravely bits of crumbling mortar from his palms. "But that doesn't mean we won't do it."