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"Are you excited?" Toshiro asks.
The morning sun spills into the dining area from open windows, a warm spring breeze following. Yukimura-sensei wanders in from the kitchen and places another batch of scrambled eggs on the table. Gin's on his third plate, black mask shoved under his chin and steel eyes glazed as his mind wanders.
The morning is a little quieter than usual. Naruto hadn't stayed the night for the past week, opting to hop between Sasuke and Shikamaru's homes. Chiasa is away on a mission, and has been for a few days now. She isn't expected home until next week. It's probably her twelfth C Rank, but it still makes Toshiro nervous to think about what could happen to her while she's out of the village. He's never had so many people to care for — and them being children only makes it worse.
Even if Chiasa is a chunin now, for about three months and counting.
There had been absolutely nothing more nerve-wracking than having to wait at home while Chiasa and her team went to Kumo for the Chunin Exams. Kumo. Tensions between Konoha and Kumo are still incredibly high even today, the relationship between the two villages being mostly false niceties and sneering behind backs. It isn't as bad as Iwa — but it's still pretty bad.
Still, she'd spent an entire month there, missing the New Year's celebration during her travels. Toshiro would have gone if he could, but apparently the fewer Konoha shinobi they sent, the better.
Now, it was time for the next batch of genin to emerge.
"I-I guess." Kojika murmurs, anxiously pushing bits of her half-eaten omurice around on her plate. Her lavender hair is carefully pleated, her plum colored jacket finely pressed, the Hatake clan symbol embroidered in white on her back. Tied around her neck is a Konoha hitai-ate, the metal polished and gleaming, the fabric black. She'd spent hours last night picking out an outfit for today — the day the team placements are announced.
Kakashi has been completely tight lipped about his own chosen team, not faltering even under the unrelenting heckling of the graduating kids. Toshiro hadn't dared ask either, preferring to be surprised. It was kind of exciting, actually. More so than his own had been.
(Last night had certainly been exciting, too, and not the way he'd have liked it to be. Instead they had a traitor on their hands and a secret exposed. One that probably should have been known to only Naruto, and not the whole damn village, if Toshiro is being frank about it.)
Naruto was gullible. Trusting. No matter how cruel the village was to him, he still looked up to the shinobi as heroes. He looked up to his teachers as heroes. As people he could rely on. Toshiro loves Iruka because the man is probably the closest thing to a father figure Naruto has, even if they dance around the subject.
So no, it wasn't Iruka who'd been the one to betray Naruto. According to Kakashi, it had been Mizuki.
Mizuki, who targeted a freshly graduated Naruto with promises of secret techniques and training. Who told Naruto he 'saw something in him'. Who coerced Naruto into stealing a scroll, then attempted to murder a twelve year old boy who'd trusted him.
Toshiro is more than a little pissed.
He has no idea how Mizuki figured out Itachi wouldn't be in his office that night. Or maybe it was just dumb luck — it wasn't exactly public news that Itachi was pushing to formally absolve his arranged marriage contract. The Godaime Hokage had been with Fuyumi, arguing his case to the Uchiha Elders and Fugaku. Sasuke graduating earlier that day had been the go-ahead Itachi was waiting for.
Actually, Toshiro should probably ask how that went next time he sees Itachi. Though it's just as likely a decision hasn't been made yet due to last night's event interrupting the meeting. Can they really force the Hokage to marry someone, though?
Paperwork. Politics. It makes Toshiro's head spin. Medicine and biology are so straightforward — facts of life and all that. The shit the Council and Clans do? Completely manipulative and underhanded.
At least the next generations will likely be better.
"I am." Gin finally replies after clearing his plate. "I don't dislike anyone in our class, so I'm eager to see who I'm placed with."
"It's unlikely any of us will be placed together," Sai comments. His hand slips under the table to feed Kenshin a scrap of bacon. "Children from the same clan are spread out to prevent higher risk targets, and to foster agreeable relations between shinobi of different backgrounds."
Touma sighs and thumps his head down on the table. "Man, I'm so jealous! I want to graduate already! It's not fair that I have to wait two years! Even Haruki gets to graduate before me!"
Haruki preens, then squints, "Hey, what's that supposed to mean!?"
"Boys, don't fight at the table." Toshiro sighs. "You'll get the dogs worked up again."
Yukimura-sensei finally joins them at the table, laugh-lines prominent as she smiles at the kids. "Oh, you're all so lively today. You know, I remember my own team placement—"
Noon comes around and Kakashi is still home. Toshiro looks up from the coffee table, where he's doing some paperwork that he should probably not be doing at a coffee table. The early, cool rays of the morning have faded into Konoha's familiar bright, bold spring heat. The air is a little muggy from last night's rain. It's comfortable enough to wear a plain short-sleeve and slacks, no need for a fan. The house is empty of dogs and children; three waiting for team announcements — actually, by now they should already be spending time with their teams. Which begs the question…
"What are you doing here?" He glances over at the clock hanging on the wall, a gag gift from Shisui that's in the shape of a cartoon dog. "You're hours late, you jerk."
Kakashi glances up from his book, the same damn one he's read a thousand times before. "Is that so?"
Toshiro gives him a very unimpressed look.
It proceeds like that for a few minutes, before Kakashi very casually puts his book away and gets up from the couch. "Oh," he says, "Would you look at the time. I seem to be running late."
He then proceeds to hop out the nearest open window, rather than the front door. At least it isn't another leaf-leaving shunshin. Toshiro rolls his eyes and hides a smile with his palm, turning his attention back to the work before him. If he's lucky, he'll finish it all before the kids get back in a few hours.
The first to come is Gin, about two hours after lunch and an hour after Kakashi left. Trailing behind him are Sasuke and Ino. Tomoe pads after them, her white coat shimmering in the flashes of sunlight. Toshiro looks up from his work. He blinks for a moment, before smiling widely. He can afford to take a break — his legs have started to cramp.
"You three, huh?"
Gin coughs, a bit of pink peeking over the edge of his black mask. "Team 10. Our sensei is Yuuhi Kurenai, a genjutsu specialist."
"We got a totally kick-ass team!" Ino exclaims, her fist punching the air. "I'm glad I'm not with—"
"Ah," Toshiro interrupts, holding up a hand, "I don't want to hear anything about anyone else's team." He presses a finger to his lips and winks, "I want to be surprised."
Ino flushes a little and nods, "Whatever you say, sensei!"
"We're going to go hang out…" Sasuke says, an absent hand petting Tomoe's head. "Is it okay if Gin sleeps over tonight?"
"Yeah, yeah!" Ino exclaims, smacking her hands down on Gin's shoulders and shaking him back and forth. "We gotta plan for Kurenai-sensei's super secret test tomorrow!"
Sasuke nods, "We can't afford to lose. Sensei said there's still a possibility of us not passing her personalized test."
Their serious and excited faces bring a laugh to Toshiro's lips. He coughs to cover it up and sends them a soft grin. "Sure, why not? As long as your parents are okay with it. You three can always stay here if need be." Who knows the state of Fugaku's temperament right now, with the whole Itachi thing happening.
"Thanks." Gin murmurs, still looking a little embarrassed, but happy.
Ino shoves an arm through each of the boys', pulling them close to her sides. "Hey, what's that about, anyway? A test after a test? That's totally not fair! We already passed, we shouldn't have to keep jumping through hoops."
Sasuke elbows her in the side. She elbows him right back. Gin raises his eyes to the ceiling. Neither boy actively moves to pull away. All things considered, they'll make a good team. Ino and Sasuke both have personalities that serve to push each other, and Gin is a good mediator with a protective streak who isn't afraid to rein them in. Kurenai...Hm.
"Well, it's like a test run." He explains, "To see if you can really function as a team. Working on paper is one thing, but in the real world it's a little different."
The three kids look at each other.
"Hmph," Sasuke tilts his chin to the side, "We don't need a test like that."
"Yeah," Ino chimes in, their shoulders bumping as she hops excitedly. "We're already the perfect team, I just know it!" She then shakes at Gin's arm, "Right? Say something!"
"Yeah, yeah," the steel-eyed boy placates. "We'll be fine."
Tomoe's curled tail thumps against the floor, and she yips in agreement. The pup is almost fully grown — nin dogs and summons grow and age slower than the average — and still working on speech. She can understand them all perfectly fine, but Kakashi said it would be some time yet before she or any of the other Hatake pups can speak for themselves. Some might even just prefer not to learn.
Toshiro isn't sure how he'll feel if all eight dogs end up talking — a house with sixteen voices, not including his, Kakashi's or Naruto's? There's loud, and then there's loud. Sage bless silencing seals…
Gin goes upstairs to get his overnight bag. Ino and Sasuke crowd around Toshiro and ask what he's doing, then they end up getting into another hair pulling match. Kurenai has her hands full with these two.
All three of them wave and call out goodbyes as they leave, Ino once again tossing her arms around the boys and cajoling them out the door. He can't quite figure out what their team is for. Kurenai is a genjutsu specialist. He doesn't know her extremely well, though they are friends — Kakashi is probably more familiar with her abilities. It makes sense, however, to put an Uchiha and a Yamanaka under a genjutsu specialist. Sasuke is likely to become proficient in genjutsu himself, and outside of her own clan, Ino can learn from no one better on how to tear someone's mind apart. In Gin's case...well, he seems to be acting as the glue holding them together. He's a pretty well-rounded boy, with skill in shurikenjutsu, taijutsu and mediation. Toshiro has noted before how well Gin would do as a teacher, with his likeable personality and hard-to-anger temperament.
Interrogation? Information gathering? Genjutsu, social skills, mind transfer…
Something like that, probably. He'll ask Itachi about it.
Kakashi and Sai come back at the same time, Sai with a slight frown on his face, and Kakashi without a care in the world. Kenshin sniffs at Toshiro's fingers as they pass.
"What's that frown for?"
"I'm unsure of how to feel in regards to my teammates." The dark haired boy admits. Kakashi hovers awkwardly, listening in.
"Who'd you get?"' Toshiro asks, gaze flickering to the hovering jounin. The fact that he's back so soon is odd, if a little expected.
"Team 8 consists of myself, Hinata-san and Kiba. Our jounin sensei is Sarutobi Asuma."
Toshiro blinks. "I thought you liked Hinata-chan?"
"She's nice, but her social anxiety leaves much to be desired during a conflict. It's unlikely she'll flourish in an environment where she's competing with Kiba." Sai admits without much inflection, "And most of what Kiba wants to do involves competition."
Kakashi pats Sai's head, ruffling pin-straight black locks. "Asuma's a good guy. He's not the type to favor one student over the other."
As the son of the Hokage, Asuma is probably used to being ignored or shoved off to the side by someone he looks up to. It's unlikely he'll risk his students feeling the same way — and the man really was a good guy. Always quick to smile or tell a joke. A good blend of carefree and responsible...Kurenai chose well. (Because those two aren't fooling anyone.)
"I see." Sai nods seriously, "I'll reserve judgement until further analysis is conducted."
Toshiro meets Kakashi's eyes and hides a smile. "So, you didn't want to spend more time with your team?"
Sai blinks, "No." Then he leaves the room, Kenshin trotting along after him.
Dinner that night is a quiet affair — well, quieter than usual. Asuhi, Takehiko, Sai, and Haruki are the only ones home, and two of those kids barely speak. Sai, being the oldest home, was responsible for watching his youngest siblings as they cleaned up after. He took his job very seriously. It was adorable. Seriously, the kid tries to play it cool but preens like a peacock every time he's referred to as nii-san or Sai-nii by his younger siblings. When they all head to bed, Toshiro follows Kakashi into his room. He still has questions about Team 7 — Kakashi's team — which consists of three children Toshiro can probably guess the names of. After all, Kojika is spending the night at the Akimichi compound, her two teammates being Chouji and Shino, forming Team 5 under one —
"Are you serious?"
Kakashi nods, "Entirely."
Toshiro sits back. "They let Shisui teach? And those three?" Some of the quietest kids in the entire graduating class? Kojika and Chouji were both far too kind, and Toshiro hasn't ever interacted with Shino personally, but the kid didn't seem aggressive. "What is Itachi thinking?"
"I think he's hoping Shisui will bring those three out of their shells. All things considered, those three make a good support and retrieval squad. But they all suffer in similar ways, both in terms of social skill and the ability to follow through with attacks." Kakashi replies, unzipping his vest. "Neither Chouji or Kojika can fathom hurting people. Shino is a little more capable in that regard, but he has a tendency to fade into the background. Itachi probably wants Shino to act as team leader. Shisui will work to instil confidence in all three of them."
Toshiro hums. That analysis makes sense. And it's probably better for Shisui to take a break from more hardcore missions, especially since Orochimaru is still out there. Plotting. Being the human personification of mold. Ugh.
"Itachi gave you Shikamaru, Naruto and Sakura, then." He guesses, following Kakashi's example and changing out of his day clothes. They've been dating for months now, so their rooms hold clothes belonging to both of them. Toshiro bypasses his own clothes and tugs on one of Kakashi's shirts. It's barely bigger than his own, perhaps just a size or two larger. Pleasantly loose. It's the sleep pants that Toshiro has a problem with. Kakashi's legs are longer, enough that Toshiro needs to roll up the hems three times so he doesn't trip. It's ridiculous.
He puts his own sleep shorts on instead. The night is too warm for pants, especially if two bodies are present.
"He gave me a team I can't fail." Kakashi muses, slipping a tank top over his head. Toshiro eyes the ripple of back muscles that disappear inch by inch under the black fabric.
He laughs, "You're right, I don't think those three could be anything less than the perfect team."
Kakashi sighs, mask tugged loose around his chin to give Toshiro a look at the fond exasperation on his face. "They're something alright. I don't doubt they'll pass the bell test. For one, that little brother of yours will see through it in five seconds flat."
"Five seconds? You underestimate him." Toshiro smirks, resisting the urge to jump onto Kakashi's bed. He settles atop it very delicately, thighs peeking out from the cherry red fabric of his shorts.
A single eye flickers along the revealed skin before the man sighs, shrugging his shoulders. "Yeah, yeah. That aside, I already know those three will never abandon each other. Childhood friends are in a league of their own."
"Good." He replies, tugging Kakashi down to sit beside him. The man follows easily, until their shoulders touch and their legs are pressed together. Both soft in their loose clothes, warm in the spring night. The moonlight streaming through the window turns Kakashi's hair white, the pale glow luminous. It makes his dark eye seem fathomless and eerie, the grooves of his scar shadowed and stark against moon-pale skin.
Toshiro forgets where his mind was going. He tilts his chin up and kisses Kakashi, plush and warm — Kakashi's lips are a little dry. The other man leans in, firming the kiss. His tongue presses at the seam of Toshiro's closed mouth.
He pulls away with a laugh, Kakashi trailing after his lips before catching himself. He scoots back on the bed, slipping across the sheets and sprawling out on his back. His shirt slips up to reveal a flash of his waist, pale and scarred and freckled. A palm presses against the wall — and Toshiro is very glad that Kakashi's bed is shoved against it. Seals light up across the room as he sends a burst of chakra into it. "Hey, hey, come over here."
No one can hear or smell us. Half the kids are gone.
"You want to…?" Kakashi follows slowly, his eye wide. He situates himself over Toshiro, tense in a way that's indescribable. It's hard to tell the difference between Kakashi's I'm worried and I'm anticipatory. Toshiro curls his legs around Kakashi's waist, twines his arms around the man's neck. Their thighs press together, warm cotton against bare skin. Toshiro's shorts have ridden up, the hems pooled by his waist, bunched like underwear — which Kakashi can see, if he peeks. (They're steel gray briefs.)
"Yeah." Toshiro murmurs, pushing away the heavy shyness threatening to choke him.
They haven't slept together. Not in the sexual way, though not for lack of trying. They've attempted it twice, only to be interrupted both times. And neither of those times had really been started with the idea of 'going all the way'. That would have to be planned — prep work was needed, after all. And Toshiro isn't sure which way they'll be doing it. He doesn't care, as long as he can have Kakashi.
"Kiss me again." He whispers against Kakashi's mouth, and the man complies eagerly.
Sharp teeth prick at his bottom lip, a tongue presses against his own. Kakashi's technique has improved at an insane rate. Every kiss is analyzed, every kiss gets better.
Every kiss makes Toshiro's toes curl. Makes him sigh and fidget and tangle his fingers in Kakashi's wild hair. One hand slips up into that mane, and the strands are just as soft as usual, springy and gravity-defying. His other hand grasps as Kakashi's back, his legs tightening around the older man's hips, pulling him closer and closer. Their hips grind, heat pooling between muscled legs. Toshiro feels his blood begin to simmer, slow and steady. Kakashi is a heavy weight atop him, all muscle and sinew, lightning under his skin and thunder in his chest. He presses Toshiro into the mattress with his hips, scarred hands slipping under that loose shirt — that borrowed, stolen shirt — to map skin and scars.
Kakashi pulls back briefly, saliva damp at the corners of his mouth. His teeth flash dangerously in the dim, pale light, and he glows like a heavenly body. Or a devil. "You don't want to talk?"
Toshiro grips that silver hair and tugs, rolling his hips to feel the swell of Kakashi's arousal between his thighs. "And risk being interrupted? No."
Kakashi groans, guttural and from the throat. His fingers flicker up and tug at Toshiro's nipples, sleep shirt stuffed up under his armpits. On the line between careful and frantic — they teeter, hips stuttering and grinding. Strong thighs grow slick and damp with sweat and arousal. Kakashi's eagerness is endearing, he kisses and sucks along Toshiro's neck and shifts his hips like he's trying to meld them together.
Toshiro's legs tighten, thighs straining. "A-Ah—" His moan cuts off into a breathy exhale, a calloused thumb rubbing mercilessly against his right nipple as teeth dig into the heaving tendon of his neck.
Another sound escapes Kakashi in return. He returns to Toshiro's mouth and they kiss again, slick tongues tangling. Kakashi licks against his teeth and sucks Toshiro's tongue into his mouth until his eyes roll and he whimpers. His lips feel bitten and red, but he presses back against Kakashi's mouth with the same intensity, digging his nails into Kakashi's scalp and swirling his tongue against the roof of the man's mouth. Kakashi's hips stutter. Their lips break apart, and panting fills the air alongside the slapping of clothed bodies and creaking of the mattress.
"Shit," the man mutters, low and hoarse against the swell of Toshiro's chin.
Toshiro pushes at Kakashi's chest, and the other man rises almost immediately. They remain locked at the waist, his ankles hooked together to box in Kakashi. In a single, quick movement, Toshiro shoves his shirt off, wondering why he even put it on to begin with.
He watches the bob of Kakashi's throat as the man swallows, watches that dark eye watch him in return, tracing skin and muscle and bone. A split second later, Toshiro comes to a decision. He unhooks his legs. Kakashi sits back on his heels, hands at his sides and chest heaving. There's something dark on his face — not menacing, but rather wolf-like. Hungry. That's the word.
With shaking fingers, Toshiro slips his shorts off. His knees pull up to maneuver them off, and he tries not to think about how completely and utterly he's just flashed Kakashi — who stares in utter silence, enraptured.
Toshiro tosses his shorts to the side, and they hit the floor somewhere he can't see with a muffled thump. His chest feels like an utter mess of anxiety and heat and terror, every insecurity bubbling to the surface and warring with desire, with the factual evidence that lays before his eyes. Kakashi wants him. (In any way he can.)
Toshiro can understand that feeling.
He lets his legs fall open.
A sound is punched from Kakashi's lungs. Inhuman, desperate — his hands shake even harder than Toshiro's, finding their way to Toshiro's knees and sliding carefully down his bare thighs. The look on his face — lips parted, red blazing across his cheeks and spreading to his forehead, sharingan eye slipping open so both peer down at Toshiro's naked form, seering the image into Kakashi's mind forever.
Toshiro feels like his lungs are swelling, like his heart wants to jump ship and run far, far away. He feels heat bloom across his face, his ears, down his neck and chest. Some twisted form of eagerness and humiliation is birthed in his gut. His mouth is dry. He hears his pulse throb throughout his body. His cock is heavy and flushed against his hip, slick and dripping with arousal.
Kakashi swallows again, his limbs awkward and gangly, like he's a teenager discovering porn for the first time. (How ironic.) He pushes Toshiro's legs even further apart, thumbs rubbing against the soft, ticklish skin of his inner thighs. And then he just —
Stares.
And keeps staring.
"If you don't do something in the n-next two seconds, I'm putting my pants back on." Toshiro only stutters once, though every word is a struggle to get out.
"Nnhgk—" Kakashi blinks as if waking from a dream, a very dumb and adorable look on his flushed, mortified face. "Sorry. Uh, you. I was. Uh."
Ears burning, Toshiro slips his hands down his body, shielding his erection from Kakashi's penetrating gaze. "You're staring."
"I was trying to." Kakashi mutters, looking balefully down at Toshiro's hands.
Toshiro huffs, the suffocating feeling in his chest reading a little. "Normally someone would take a hint and take their clothes off too."
"Yeah." Kakashi nods absently, then pauses as the words register in his head. "Oh. Oh. Yeah."
In one smooth motion, he pulls his tank top off his body, revealing willowy, defined muscles that Toshiro has seen a thousand times before. They're just as stunning as the first time. His pants follow shortly after, tossed to the side without care, probably slightly torn with how quickly they were ripped from Kakashi's body. It leaves them both naked and flushed. Abs clench and ripple as Kakashi leans forward, his hips slotting close to Toshiro's, tugging thighs around his waist once more. The sight makes Toshiro's cock twitch, the movement obvious. It makes his breath catch in his throat when Kakashi notices. The man's pupil's dilate, the red of his sharingan flashing against his pale skin — his own arousal is heavy and pressed to Toshiro's thigh, burning the sensitive skin.
Toshiro has to shut his eyes against the sight, body trembling. He's seen thousands of bodies, he's given hundreds of sponge baths. A dick is nothing. A dick is nothing.
Except apparently it is, when it's Kakashi's. Engorged and flushed a deep red, resting against Toshiro's skin just inches from his own throbbing, dripping cock. He opens his eyes again, breathing through his nose.
"Do you want to stop?" Kakashi asks, even though he sounds like he's about to die.
Toshiro snaps his hips up sharply, their cocks sloppily rubbing together. "Absolutely not."
Kakashi moans, teeth gritting to muffle the sound. Lightning-kissed hands shift, one grasping at a thigh, fingers digging into the muscle — the other sits by Toshiro's head, his elbow presses into the mattress as he leans his weight to hover over the younger man's form. Their naked bodies are glowing wraiths in the dim light, flashing silver and beige. Kakashi sticks his cold nose against Toshiro's sweaty neck and breathes deeply, nipping with too-sharp teeth and suckling bruises into the skin.
It's messy. The movements are embarrassing and awkward and — them. Completely and utterly them. Their hips hump frantically, cocks sliding against slicked skin, against each other; the friction both too much and not enough all at once. Everytime their arousals bump and slip along one another, Toshiro feels his abs clench and his toes curl. Honey-sweet heat pools in his gut. His blood sings, the molten, cotton-fluff feeling spreading slowly from his rolling hips to the rest of his body, until his fingers tingle and his tongue is numb.
"Yes—" he moans, high and keening, nails raking down Kakashi's tensed back. They're messing around like teenagers and it's fine. It's everything. It's building heat and nervous, stuttering movements and sharp, sharp teeth and eyes that spin. "Oh, Oh."
Kakashi moans against his neck, mouth sloppy and teeth drawing blood. He pulls back and they breathe the same air. Kakashi's tongue dips and trace's Toshiro's lips. "M-Maybe we should—" He starts to say, hand slipping up Toshiro's thigh towards their aching cocks.
"No," Toshiro gasps, "Nn, ah, don't. Wanna — Wanna do it like this."
His head feels foggy. It's probably not nearly as exciting as he's making it out to be, but with Kakashi everything feels like it's turned to the max. Touching himself suddenly feels like nothing compared to the frantic, wet slide of their cocks bumping and grinding against flushed flesh.
"This pos-position makes it— hn, oh, oh, oh, fuck, yes!" Another moan tears itself from his lips as the feelings get stronger, and his body vibrates with a wild sort of desperation. "Feels like— oh, ah, Kashi —" His back arches off the bed, blunt nails pressing grooves into Kakashi's shoulder blades. "Like you're in-inside me!"
"Nnh! Ah, fuck." Kakashi's body shudders, going taut like a bow. He growls like a wounded dog and sinks his teeth deeply into the side of Toshiro's neck, and the pain-pleasure-pain makes Toshiro scream. He's suddenly very thankful they installed those seals.
"I want that," Kakashi mutters, voice high and thrumming, his lips forming words against the battered skin he'd ravaged. "Wanna be inside you, want you inside me, I don't care — oh, ah, I want you." Like a dying man, he gasps, hips stuttering, "Want you, want you—"
"I'm— I'm— Kakashi, Kakashi, Kakashi!" He chants his lover's name, sweet and loud and eager. Toshiro feels a galaxy implode under his skin, tastes sugar dust on his tongue. The too-sweet burn of arousal crests and pulses. His cock shudders weakly and his hips freeze and snap desperately in an animalistic rut. He screams again, Kakashi's weight pinning him in place, Kakashi's skin sweaty and too hot and driving him past pleasure and into over-stimulation as the man chases his end. "Cumming!"
A sob, and wet heat splashes between them.
Kakashi's hands bruise his skin; press red marks into his supple, sensitive flesh. His nails and teeth slice and draw blood, his mouth curls around a pink, shivering nipple and sucks.
Toshiro howls, legs shaking and body arching. Kakashi's hips continue humping against his, unrelenting through Toshiro's orgasm. He tugs weakly at the man's silver hair, toes curled and heels thumping against Kakashi's lower back.
Kakashi licks blood from Toshiro's lips and sticks his tongue into his open, moaning mouth. With a sharp grunt, and a whimper, his hips finally settle. Cum splashes between their legs once more, and Toshiro feels the combined dampness slide down his skin, past his balls and pool in the sheets below his ass.
We'll have to change those, he thinks dazedly. Kakashi's body slumps against his own weakly, and they catch their breath as one. The air is hot and heavy with the scent of sex. Toshiro shuts his eyes when Kakashi rolls to the side, splaying in the sheets next to him. He lets the heady afterglow relax him, ignoring the cooling wetness across his stomach, dick and thighs. That can be a later problem. A five minutes from now problem.
Kakashi clears his throat. "We should do that again sometime."
"Inside me, right?" He teases, still catching his breath.
"Sure," Kakashi says, "Yes. Actually, do you think you can get it up again? There's a scene in Icha Icha—"
Toshiro grabs the pillow from under his head and slams it over Kakashi's face.