Kakashi touched the curve of the young male's hip with a gentle hand. "Iruka…"
The brunette pressed a hand to the scarred eye of the man; running a slender finger along the length of the cut. Iruka's breath came out in soft; slightly quickened waves. His body had yet to cease its trembling; and he could still hear the beating of his heart in his ears. Touching the hand along his nose then; Kakashi held the palm in his own, lacing the long, bronze toned fingers with his. They'd done it again that night, and it had happened again the night before…and the night before…and the night before that….
There was no getting away from it; no pretending it didn't exist. This thing…this thing that kept them going, that made them feel, kept happening. And neither wanted to give it up. The jounin brushed his mouth over the brunette's, speaking quietly. "….Why..?" The only word he could muster was inquisitive, and something rooted deep inside told him he would get no answer. Iruka's mouth parted; tongue peeking out between moist lips, taunting and inviting Kakashi all the same. Releasing the small hand in his, he curled his arm around the chuunin's waist; pulling him in for another kiss.
Iruka's kisses were always so innocent; filled with the clumsy sweetness of one who had never been kissed too much, or too often, and mixed in with a willingness to taste and devour. The jounin loved that; loved the kisses more than the act of really burying himself in his lover, and losing his sense amid the sounds of the heated cries. The kisses reminded him that even though what they did, what they did nearly every night, was taboo, filthy, disgusting even, to some…Iruka was still innocent in all this…he hadn't been tainted, not yet…
The older ninja didn't want that innocence to be dulled; or stunted. He needed it as much as Iruka needed him. He needed this male. All of him. He felt sick at times – knowing he didn't deserve such beautiful love with the horrors he had done; even now, as he admitted that, he couldn't help but love the man beneath him. Not for the acts, not for the kisses or the gentle touches sneaked every now and then. He loved the male. Loved him like he never tried, never bothered, or never thought to love any other. "Kakashi…" Iruka pulled away, the slight breath that carried the elder's name coming out in a low whisper. "…Does it matter..?"
Kakashi gripped Iruka's wrist; pinning them down on either side of the males form as he shifted his body carefully atop the brunette's. He answered that night, the same way he answered every night. With slow, paced thrust; tongue and teeth, touches and caresses. Iruka moaned into the crook of the ninja's neck; shuddering and forcing himself to keep his sounds at a civilized level…as civilized as one can stay during such activities. With a shuddering gasp as he felt the man's release throughout his body, he clung tighter to the broad shoulders.
"No…nothing matters…nothing but us."