Fifty Shades of Grey
"Wait, what?" Izumo blinked like an owl while Kotetsu immediately choked on his drink. As Kotetsu coughed and hacked up his beer, Izumo didn't move an inch out of pure shock. Understandable.
All the while, Iruka cringed, leaning back into the leather of the booth and wished he hadn't said anything. "Forget it, forget it."
"Hold on," Kotetsu wheezed out, coughing as Iruka and Izumo stayed quiet. The rest of the bar kept going and buzzing, but their table was the only one that was quiet. Iruka hadn't known why he'd said it in the first place, he just kind of blurted it out. He couldn't even blame his drink since it was so watered down.
"So," Kotetsu straightened up, frustration visible through his red face and watering eyes. "You're telling us that you met a guy online and now you're just doing kinky stuff together?"
"Yes," Iruka answered meekly from under his collar.
"A random guy? Who could've potentially hurt you, and who could have potentially even murdered you?" Kotetsu was clearly beyond livid.
"Yes, but-"
"And you didn't tell us? You just let him waltz into your home without any lifeline?" Iruka almost retorted about how it wasn't at his home the first time, but shut his mouth in shame. Kotetsu was long gone now. "He could have hurt you or worse, killed you. What were you thinking? A complete stranger from the internet who could have been a psycho. He could have kidnapped you! Sold your organs for parts or abducted you. Did you know that human trafficking is the leading cause of disappearances?"
He went on, getting angrier by the second instead of the calm Kotetsu that Iruka knew, and it hurt so much that tears were building.
"Ko, please," Izumo spoke up. Their table went quiet again. His brows were bunched together, but his eyes were understanding. "This… Is a lot to take in."
"Sorry," Iruka muttered.
"Did you tell anyone at all?"
"No…"
"Next time," Izumo started, laughing half-heartedly. "Maybe you could let us know when you do something that risky."
It dawned on Iruka that they weren't mad about the kinky stuff. They were mad that he hadn't confided in them, trusted them to be his backup when he'd done something risky. Why hadn't he messaged them? Had he just been so excited? Naive to the dangers? They were his best friends. How could he…?
Oh, that's right, they hadn't hung out like this since before the breakup.
He'd shut them out. Tried to heal on his own, without anyone. Without his best friends.
"I'm sorry, you guys." Holding back tears of frustration and self annoyance, he sat up straighter and addressed them both with every ounce of his being. "I've been a shitty friend. Even before that, I… I haven't been there for you guys. Like, with your surgery, Ko. I'm so sorry I wasn't there for that."
For a second, his normally goofy, fun friend didn't move a muscle or react. With good reason. They worked together, saw each other almost every day. They'd been best friends for years. Slowly, Kotetsu melted down into a sigh. He waved a hand, cheeks burning up a bit as he said, "It was just my wisdom teeth."
"So," Izumo prodded with a smooth grin, splitting the tension in half. "What's he like?"
"I need a name, address, and blood type," Kotetsu cut in, not even wincing when Izumo elbowed him.
"He's great!" Iruka assured, feeling things going back to normal again.
"Oh yeah? Great?" Kotetsu flinched when he was hit this time.
"He is! He… He really is." Maybe his smile ticked them off to something because their faces went identically slack with awe as Iruka kept speaking. "Like, he listens, he knows how to cook and he likes dogs."
"Okay, but how's the BDSM, for fuck's sake." Izumo grinned and scooted in closer. Even Kotetsu adjusted his glasses and leaned in more. This was what friends were like. This was good, so good. It didn't kill the hurt in his heart about how much he'd shut them out, though.
"Well, ah," Iruka stuttered, burning under his friends' scrutiny. "It's great. How were your holidays?"
"Nuh, uh." Kotetsu's glasses flashed as Izumo pulled in uncomfortably closer. "We need details."
"All of them," Izumo agreed, and Iruka knew from their enthusiasm that this was going to be a long night, but he wasn't mad or uneasy in the slightest. He was actually so excited to tell them everything. It felt so good to be back with them, having people he could talk to about anything.
There were just so many things Iruka wanted to talk about, gush about. He hadn't realised how much he'd missed his friends. Sure, he got to talk to Kotetsu at work sometimes, but they couldn't really talk much about anything personal, and Kotetsu had been too busy at lunch to eat at the same time recently. Now, the flood gates were open.
They talked so much that Saturday night that the bar owner had to usher them out. Even then, it felt like it hadn't been enough. They needed more time, but Izumo had an appointment to get to the next morning and they split for the night. They made plans for the next weekend, though. Iruka wanted to hang with them more, talk more. Oddly enough, he wanted to talk about his sex life.
There was just something about Kakashi that made him excited and eager no matter what. He did have that kind of charisma that Iruka was drawn to. That was what made Iruka so willing to make things work with the mysterious man. Kakashi was kind and soft on the inside, but hard all at the same time. Figuratively and often literally.
That strong, powerful body and mind were Iruka's kryptonite. He knew so many things from plant care to complex laws about taxes. That brilliant mind was a wonder to marvel and it was tied in a silky, red bow of a body. From the tips of his fluffy hair to the ends of his polished dress shoes, Iruka truly couldn't get enough of him. Kakashi was tall, and he was handsome in his own cool way. The working out was doing him wonders too.
God, those rippling abs and that subtle smile were great solo material.
They met weekly. The raunchy scenes were hot and often times the after care was just as steamy, but that didn't curb Iruka's appetite in the slightest. He still dreamed of all the stuff they'd done and would do in the future when he was by himself. There were even times where he found himself waiting for Kakashi's slow texts back, his mind wandering to the things they could be doing instead of working; being jack-hammered into the coffee table, painfully slow grinding into his mattress, anything at all that he imagined could bring him so quickly to a tumbling finish on his own. As quickly as he could on his own, though there was nothing better than proud eyes watching him as his back arched. That's what made their relationship so addictive.
"How was the bondage?"
It was a week later and they were back at Iruka's apartment.
Iruka looked up from the marks on his forearms, into the eyes of the man who had tied him up the night before. Grey brows were furrowed together in concern, glancing down at the marks on Iruka's skin. It wasn't just the red from the soft bindings they'd used either. Scattered across Iruka's skin from the neck down, spots of faint pink marked where the wax had been, but there was one patch that wasn't just a faint, barely visible pink. That was where the candle had been left to burn down to just a puddle on his chest. It was the worst of the aftermath. In all honesty, Iruka didn't think it was that bad. His skin just seemed sensitive and liked to get red easily.
Kakashi, on the other hand, looked like he was beating himself up from the inside out.
"Really good," Iruka answered truthfully.
"And the wax?" Kakashi's face didn't change a bit, still wrought with the uneasy worry that Iruka could only roll his eyes at.
"Yes, Kakashi." It was like talking to an unsure child sometimes. You just had to speak slowly and with conviction.
"Nothing burns?"
"Kakashi." Iruka looked Kakashi directly in the eyes as he assured, "Last night was really good. I'm feeling great and, to be honest, I'd like to do pretty much all of it again in the future."
Finally, Kakashi's eyes softened again, reaching a pale hand reached across the table and taking Iruka's hand. Kakashi's fingers were cold as they slid up his arm to where the ribbons had been tied, up near the thickest part of his forearm. Those soft fingers danced across his skin, but Iruka wasn't watching their curious path. He was studying the look on Kakashi's face, how he was examining them closely.
Iruka couldn't tell what he was thinking. All he truly knew was the way Kakashi asked so softly, "The marks this time. How do you feel about them?"
A good question. Iruka had to think about it for a second. Like, really think about it because he couldn't tell what he felt. He didn't feel bad or good. It was more neutral. Unlike that first time, he felt okay with the fact that his skin was marked. He knew it would fade with time eventually and that his skin would be back to normal. The unease from their first few times together was a very different beast from the tame feelings he felt now.
"I'm good. I think I didn't mind it this time." He didn't mention how grateful he was for Kakashi tying him where his students wouldn't see, and he knew that had been done on purpose, according to their agreed terms.
Finally, Kakashi nodded. Fingers stayed on Iruka's arm for a moment, grazing over skin gently. It was so soft and careful like Iruka was made of glass, very much unlike how Kakashi had handled him the night before. Strong, steady hands weren't holding him firmly. They were tender.
Then they were gone, leaving Iruka with that lingering feeling that his chest was burning, aching for air.
"Would you like another egg?" Kakashi offered, but Iruka smiled away his feelings.
"No, I'm good. Thanks."
But the burning came back with a vengeance when Iruka was seeing him to the door. It shot through his arms and legs when Kakashi pressed his lips to Iruka's forehead without hesitation. Then he was gone, but the feeling lingered.
"Okay," Iruka hummed to himself and took a deep breath, pushing everything away. He had friends to see. Things to do. No time for this.
But he did have time for the wrapped gift on his bed.
It was about a foot long and half as wide. There were no hints of tags, but Iruka knew who it was from. With shaking hands, he delicately pulled off the satin red ribbon and the black wrapping paper. He popped open the box underneath enthusiastically and wasn't disappointed.
A plain white note on the inside read 'Practice makes perfect.'
And underneath was a box of something Iruka had once tried before.
He'd just moved out of his parents' house, into his first apartment. The package full of goodies he'd ordered had shown up on his doorstep the next day, just as planned. With his newfound freedom and personal space, he would finally have the privacy to do whatever he wanted, out in the open. And what he'd been aching to do was to experiment; touch himself, moan, and make as much of a mess as he wanted. That first package had been a splurge to satisfy that eager exploration.
The condoms had been the only realistic purchase of that haul, the furry handcuffs had been the complete opposite since they'd hurt his wrists. The vibrator that he'd ordered though, became his favourite toy. He'd even used it so much in the first month that the rechargeable battery stopped working.
The last part of that order, the butt plug, had been plain and too big at the time. He'd tried to find some way to use it but ultimately threw it away after many months of trying.
This gift was no plain toy, though. It was still in the pristine, technical box it came with that advertised a black, smooth, vibrating butt plug. The corkscrew neck was supposed to help it stay in place apparently. The silicone it was made from was medical grade, and the base was made to fit comfortably.
All of those words blurred though when he read the word 'teledildonic.' He'd never heard of that word before, but he didn't even have to guess for very long. The box was very clear of all this toy's features.
Close-range control. Long-range control. Unlimited vibration patterns. Sync to music. Sound activated vibrations. Iruka's head spun from how the rest of his body was pulsing madly, eager and impatient.
Kakashi was evil, Iruka decided. He was an evil mastermind who just wanted to tease and torture Iruka with possibilities, even when he wasn't there. All he had to do was say a word or two, give a strategic gift and he had Iruka on his knees.
With hurried hands, Iruka pulled away the packaging, revealing the smooth butt plug. It wasn't heavy, but it weighed heavy in his hand as he downloaded the app and waited anxiously for the signal that it was paired.
It buzzed once in his palm, and he was already pushing his jogging pants down, setting his pulsing length free as he reached into his bedside table for lube. With the butt plug slicked in his hand, he steadied his stammering heart with a deep breath and bent over his bed. As he pulled a knee up onto the edge, he could almost feel strong hands on his waist as his imagination took over. The same hands that had tied him up the night before were angling his hips upwards until he was open, pressing his chest into the mattress to keep him still. Breathing became difficult, but he could still gasp when his own hands pressed the plug inside.
It spread him open further. Then even more, wider still until he thought he'd tear. Then it suddenly was inside him, seated and oh so thick. It was only barely fully inside, and yet his cock was already dripping precum into his sheets below. He hadn't even turned it on.
"Practice makes perfect," he huffed to himself as he reached for his phone.
He had to work on Monday. How was he supposed to work when his legs were numb?
Damn, Kakashi really was evil.
"Sooooo, how are you spending Valentine's Day?" Izumo texted him during the week and he told Izumo everything over the phone on Thursday night, the day before Valentine's.
"Oh, you're fucked."
That was an understatement. He was meeting with eros himself, a man who could turn off Iruka's inhibitions with just a few simple words.
And Kakashi knew it. His sexy smirk spoke volumes about how he'd been waiting for this, planning this from the very beginning.
"Happy Valentine's Day," he whispered into Iruka's ear as he kissed Iruka's cheek gently. He breezed into the apartment like he owned it and Iruka took his coat, knowing that tonight wouldn't be ending any time soon when he saw the crimson dress shirt underneath.
Oh, no. He looked like a sexy romance novel cover.
"That looks nice."
Iruka realised Kakashi was looking at him, studying him up and down and he blushed. He didn't really look any different than he usually did, but the wine-coloured sweater was new. It was a little something he'd found at the mall, fell in love with and splurged on. They kind of matched, Iruka noted happily.
"Thanks." Iruka grinned and noticed Kakashi had a bag with him. "So, what are we getting up to tonight?"
Heading into the kitchen, Kakashi smiled over his shoulder. "I'm teaching you how to cook."
"I can cook," Iruka said, but Kakashi just chuckled as he emptied his bag onto the counter. Vegetables, sauce and pasta were pulled out, but Kakashi smirked as he pulled out one last thing. A thin box as big as Iruka's laptop, black and nondescript.
"I got you something," He said, smiling softly, and Iruka took the box with a hesitant hand.
"I... didn't get you anything," the teacher admitted, but Kakashi shook his head.
"Good, because this is a gift for both of us."
Suspicious from all the other gifts and Kakashi's very suggestive answer, Iruka pulled open the box to find a plain, black pair of briefs and his heart skipped a few beats.
"Put them on," Kakashi said faintly, taking the cover as his dark eyes watched Iruka try to hold back a smile.
"Yes, sir," Iruka replied back as he stepped away to his bedroom. Footsteps followed not far behind, and with every step, his pulse beat harder in his chest and pants, not knowing what to expect. He could have made guesses, but his mind was blank from the rush of adrenaline. Everything was moving so fast around him. It felt like his arms were moving in slow motion.
To keep himself steady, he ignored the man watching him from the doorway and pulled off his belt to set it on his dresser. He noticed the shifting and movement but pretended to not see it, focusing on pulling off his pants.
Then came a buzz, a familiar one that made his hands falter on his boxers. The sound of his butt plug pairing with a phone. He didn't need to see Kakashi anymore to know was up to. His boxers were already around his ankles with his pants. He almost hoped out of embarrassment that Kakashi couldn't see how hard he already was.
As he stepped out of his clothes and into the new briefs, the imposing man behind him stepped forward. Carefully, the teacher pulled them up, stopping when a hand touched his hip. He stopped with the waistband just under his cheeks. Sliding up Iruka's side, the hand sent shivers through his skin and his breath caught at the lips brushing the back of his neck.
"You look good in red." His voice was as smooth as the hand gliding over Iruka's skin under his new sweater.
He couldn't help but retort, "It's actually maroon..."
Words fell away as a wet, smooth tip pressed between his cheeks, sliding up into him slowly and taking his breath away. The hand on his waist pulled him further onto it, trapping him into the torturously slow feeling of being filled and stretched.
And then the peak was in, seating the butt plug inside him as Kakashi hummed, "You look good in maroon."
Hands slid the new briefs up and squeezed his hips fondly as Kakashi suggested, "Now, let's teach you how to cook."
