Once the cold air met kakashi's legs, the trembling began. Rough hands ran up them. Tickling under the knees and kneading the inside of his thighs. However, soon enough little nips and kisses would follow the trail of those hand. Exploring his muscular but lithe legs. Finding the little places that would cause breathy moans and gasps to escape the normally reserved man. Fingers drawing invisible patterns upon the inside of the thighs. How soft. Gently Tenzou pushes Kakashi's thighs further apart. Fingers deftly dancing up, skirting around the bulge, trapped by small black boxers.

They reach their destination.

Tugging on the hem of the boxers. Tenzou lowers his mouth to lick and suck over the bulge. Seeing a darker patch emerge at the tip of the bulge. He blows some cold air 'pon it.

A triumphant smirk appears as kakashi's body trembles and he bucks up towards that mouth.

One grey—yet slightly blue, Tenzou noticed—eye stares down at him. Silently chiding him for moving away. But all that eye gets in return is a knowing glance and a small smile.

A cold air rushes to meet kakashi's nether regions. Tenzou quickly pulling the boxers down the legs, only to be met by force. A crease begins to form on his head and in between his eyes and—like with the top—he quickly cuts through the boxers. Black material now meeting the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

Lips meet with passion. Teeth knocking together as kakashi arches and opens his mouth to the inquiring tongue.

Needy but gentle hands play with the body trapped beneath. Mapping out the various scars and cuts that littered and marked that body. Hands memorising the vocabulary of that body so even in darkness or when they are separated he will still feel the dents and scars and the heat—oh the heat—of that warm, writhing mass of muscle, flesh and bone.

That raw power.

Having the man of 1000 Justus. A man with one of the largest bounties on his head. A man who is feared across the five great nations. A man who is now tied down and becoming a mess from the pleasure that Tenzou was giving him.

Tenzou smirked and stroked along kakashi's sides. Light goose-bumps appearing in the wake of his hands.

Both men uncaring and oblivious to the storm roaring outside. Both men wrapped up in their shared heat with deft wondering hands and gasps of pleasure.

Tenzou knew he was getting desperate, and kakashi new it too. From his heavier breathing to his heavier strokes on his body and his darker voice laced with lust and obscenities that got whispered into his ear. Tenzou lifts his hand from kakashi's body and moves it up to tap upon slightly parted, reddened lips. All of a sudden a tongue come out from between those lips and licks around the fingers. Making obscene sound's as he takes the fingers into his mouth. Coating them, because kakashi knew what was needed of them.

Tenzou slowly pulled his fingers from kakashi's mouth. A trail of saliva was the only thing connecting the two until Tenzou started to trail his fingers down kakashi's chest, only stopping to circle them around an erect nipple.

Making its way down kakashi's body, it easily slid around, bypassing his aching erection. Only to make its way down to his hole.

Grunting, Tenzou moved his hand away. Making a seal the wood around kakashi's legs began to move, only to have his legs now trapped but spread out. Revealing the twitching hole. Satisfied with his work Tenzou moves is now damp fingers to the small opening. Fingers gently rotating around it, only sometimes daring to slip but the tip of a finger into the tight hole. Evoking a tiny pant from kakashi every time.

Slipping in a finger, up to his knuckle caused kakashi's from to tremble. It was if he was a virgin…was he?!

"Kashi….are…have you been taken before?" Tenzou whispered from his place between kakashi's spread thighs, looking upon him with a gentle but worried gaze.

Slowly trying to calm his breathing kakashi met Tenzou's gaze, a small smile twitched at the corners of his lips.

"It has just been a long time, Tenzou…I'm fine." The feint reply from kakashi calmed Tenzou's nerves. Both men only whispering as if they were too afraid to break the atmosphere that has surrounded them. Moans and gasps filled the space, as Tenzou quietly prepared kakashi.

Now, he begins to slip in two fingers into kakashi's burning channel. Scissoring them. Stretching kakashi, so he is in less pain, so Tenzou could finally enter him. Pumping the fingers, kakashi's moans become filled with more force, increasing in volume. Still, Tenzou kept a watchful eye on kakashi's reactions.

Kakashi can feel his gaze on him, even if he closes his eyes.

Tenzou is always watching.

Tenzou slips his fingers free, bringing them up to his mouth and lapping at them. Wetting them all over again. Only think time, three fingers begin pushing into kakashi. Tenzou drinks in the way kakashi's spine arches, and his pale face contorts in slight pain but pleasure oozes though. Tenzou's eyes map the entire terrain of kakashi's body. From the silver tips of his hair that glows in the flickering fire; to his pale aristocratic face. Down to his heaving chest and clenching abdominal muscles; to his proud erection, standing tall. Along shaking legs to curling toes. Back up to that quivering entrance stretched around his three fingers. Oh he is determined to memorise every last detail. Every last second. Every last twitch and moan that is purely kakashi.

With three fingers, easily stretching kakashi. With no trace of pain in kakashi's face or movements. He decides its time. A predatory smile appears on Tenzou's face and his eyes lick up and down kakashi with the look of hunger a starving man would have. Easily his hands shoot through seals, and the wood from kakashi's legs shrink back into the floor boards. But before kakashi even has the chance to gather his thoughts to move his legs, Tenzou's hands are gripping his thighs. Pushing them up to kakashi's chest. Exposing the pink—now stretched—glistening entrance.

Feeling eyes on him, Tenzou looks up only to be met with kakashi's lone eye. Lips parting, breaths escaping him, his head rolls back and a breathy sentence is forced out. Tenzou can barely hear it…but he doesn't miss it. The tiny words of 'Tenzou…Take me…take me now'. Tenzou's erection twitches, curving up to the defined abdominals.

He can't ignore is problem from now on, he needs kakashi.

Spiting onto his palm and quickly gives his aching length a few strokes. Easily making it smoother. Gripping kakashi's legs he shuffles forward, so the head of his erection is slightly nudging kakashi's now—hastily—stretched entrance. He begins to push the head in, kakashi's breath hitched.

Hands curing into fists as his muscles across his body bunch and tighten. Hands straining at the bonds holding him in place. That damned wood. He just wanted to run his hands along Tenzou, to feel him, feel his heaving breaths and the power behind his frame.

Tenzou, seethed himself inside kakashi, feeling the minuscule muscles squeezing around his erection. Shakily Tenzou released his breath, a breath he didn't even know he was holding. Lightly rubbing small circles into kakashi's thighs.

He waits.

He waits for kakashi to adjust to him. He waits for kakashi to gently nudge, or rock back onto him, or just do anything…just to give him a chance. A Sign. To start moving.

Tenzou's self-control is seriously being tested.

"Ten..zou" kakashi shakily breathes out. Oh, it was like music to his ears. Making such a noise, Tenzou believed it should be illegal. To sound so needy and wanting. He loved it. It was all he needed, that was a good enough signal for him.

Dragging his erection out of kakashi's tight hole, he beings to slow—and glorious—slide back in. steadily he beings to start a pace, rocking into kakashi and drawings small moans from between kakashi's reddened lips.

Kakashi's features twisted into pleasure as Tenzou begins to put more force into his thrusts.

It was heavenly.

Feeling Tenzou sliding within him, rubbing against his walls and sometimes, when he was able to open his eyes. He could see him, concentration mixed with pleasure. But sometimes their eyes would meet, it was like lightning. Seeing Tenzou's eyes clouded by lust—and something more. But his dismissed it, he must have just been imagining things. Because his mind was unfocused and he was swallowed wholly by the pure bliss that was thrumming through his body.

Tenzou's hands moved towards kakashi's hips, fingers curling around jutting hip bones. Holding kakashi down so he could pound into him. Ass flexing he picked up his pace, he couldn't control himself, with kakashi squeezing him so exquisitely, he felt more blood flow down to his nether regions. He was determined to draw and saviour sweeter notices that kakashi made. He wanted them louder and he wanted kakashi to whimper and beg him to take him. He has always wanted kakashi like this…and more. He has dreamed about having kakashi whimpering beneath him, and he will make it happen. He bends down, still gripping onto kakashi. He stretches to kiss and suckle along kakashi neck. Nipping at his jugular. Kakashi shivers and a deep moan vibrates from him.

Not good enough, I want more…I want my whimper.

Kissing along kakashi's jaw, Tenzou slows his thrusts, drawing out until the head remains and strongly pushed back in, hearing a slap of his balls against kakashi's ass.

There, he has got it.

Hitting kakashi's prostate dead on, and there it is, a delicious meagre whimper. Kakashi's head falls back, exposing his throat, Adams apple bobbing as the muscles and veins strain. Curving back and thighs trying to spread wider, urging Tenzou on. Silently begging Tenzou to do it again. Kakashi's cock twitched and a pearl of pre-come forms on the reddening head.

Tenzou leans back, bottoming out again, and just as strongly pushing back into kakashi. Slow yet powerful, he adopts this rhythm. Watching as small red bites begin to appear on kakashi's skin, starkly standing out against his lily white flesh. He continues to hit kakashi prostate on every other thrust, and with every strike against it.

Kakashi loses just a part of his mind.

Lust seeping into every cell of his body be becomes an animal to it, writhing beneath Tenzou. He can hardly stand it, as heat pools down somehow hardening his erection. Toes curling.

"Tenzou" kakashi whined.

Tenzou jerked into kakashi, rocking his whole body. Arms that supported Tenzou collapsed and he fell onto kakashi, forearms resting to hold him up, hovering a hairs breath away from kakashi.

"Ughh…kakashi" Tenzou mouthed against kakashi neck as his hips became jerky and his pounded into kakashi. Tenzou's breath playing over his skin, kakashi's eyes slam shut as he feels the building coil in his stomach begin to snap. Roughly pushing back into Tenzou, sparks dancing across his body, and fire alight where their bodies meet. A raw and ragged moan is drawn from him. He clenches, feeling Tenzou's pulsating heat battering into his sore body. Balls tightening, he comes, ropes shooting up splattering over his toned stomach.

Tenzou doesn't stop. But he is nearing his end.

Feeling kakashi clench so perfectly around him spurs him on. As kakashi trembles under him, his thrusts get more viscous and when kakashi comes, he can't. Watching as kakashi throws his head back in ecstasy and muscles flexing as his come paints his abdominals.

All of that, and not a touch to kakashi's erection in the end.

Sensitive indeed. Tenzou mused.

Laboured breaths fall from tenzou and he can feel it, only a few more thrusts. The resounding sound of the slapping of skin against skin and there. Pushing into kakashi, as deep as he can get. His balls firmly pressed against kakashi ass and he explodes into kakashi. His come painting kakashis insides and his arms shake and he twitches.

Tenzou rolls off kakashi, to his side. His softening cock falling from kakashi and only a slight sigh was heard. Forced breaths echoed around the now silent room. Two heartbeats thundering against their cages. Both men are sure the other could hear it but could care less, minds slowly coming out of the lust induced haze.

A small grunt from kakashi alerts Tenzou, turning to face kakashi he can see his hands are still bound, hints of redness can be seen from underneath.

Blushing Tenzou quickly undoes the wood, and a thud resounded as kakashi's arms fell to the floor. But they soon travel to rub at kakashi's eyes, arms feeling like liquid but a small headache beginning to make its presence known in the back of his head. Kakashi stretches his legs, and a tiny amount of come slips from his hole. But he could care less at the moment. Bones cracking and small moan is heard. Shakily he gets to his feet and trod over to his pack, getting s rag from his he wipes up the hardening come on his stomach and the leaking from his ass. Once done he throws it to Tenzou and it was accompanied by a few words uttered, that sounded a lot like clean up. But Tenzou couldn't be sure for his ears where pounding with his heart beat.

Quickly and efficiently he wipes the come and liquids on his no limp cock. He looks up to pass it back to kakashi only to find him sliding back into his makeshift bed, facing away from Tenzou with covers pulled up so only to spikes of his silver hair is vaguely seen in the darkening room.

Eyes drooping his head leans on his chest, striding over he stuffs the rag back into kakashi's bag. Hesitating, slightly regretting his decision but its pushed away as he turns and slips into his boxers nudging kakashi's pile of half torn clothes out his way, he puts out the candle. Making the room become submerged in darkness he too slides into his bed. Facing away from kakashi his eyes stare into the darkness, thoughts dancing in his head.

The tries to sleep but it seems to be eluding him.

Huffing he snuggles deeper into the begging and desperately forces himself to try and sleep.