A/N: This has been written for Kinktober 2021 and today's prompts are Sounding, Sadomasochism & Omorashi ✨ Due to the nature of this challenge, I've only done the most cursory of proofreads ✌️
Content Warnings: consensual pain play, angst.
Kakashi is used to failing people. His friends, his students, his father. It's just what he does.
Guilt has shadowed him for as long as he can remember, now. Some days it's almost comforting. Grounding. Some, though, he can feel his knees threatening to buckle under the pressure.
Lights on, rice in a neat pile on the ground, clothes tossed on the couch, there's something comforting about the simple routine. About the assurance of what's coming.
Kakashi waits, knelt on the floor with rice digging into the skin of his knees. The pain is just enough to take the edge off. Keep him patient enough not to be stupid. His mind wanders. He doesn't often wonder how this began, but he wonders how it continues. Wonders at how Iruka has allowed this with so few questions. Kakashi never warns him, Iruka never brings anyone home, they never talk about it.
Soft footfalls approaching the door pull his focus.
The ropes which bind his arms won't hold him, the point is the bite, the burn which follows every shift.
"Why are you here?" Iruka's eyes are soft, but his voice is hard. Kakashi exhales.
"I don't know." The switch cuts across his belly, he lets his head fall forward with a sigh.
"Try again." Iruka waits, kakashi doesn't answer.
They go on this way until his belly is raw with welts. Iruka never hurries, by the time he moves around to his shoulders, the tension there has begun to ease.
"I'm-" Kakashi reflexively swallows against the words. He tries again. "I'm tired." Iruka hums. The words feel like an indulgence. A weakness in themselves. How can he dare to be tired when he's done so poorly.
"Go on." Iruka encourages. Kakashi shakes his head, hair covering his face. He's not there, yet.
Iruka kneels in front of him with the slim line of glistening silicone, Kakashi is pleased to see it. He wants to go deep, today. Already feeling wrung out. They're getting close.
He feels Iruka take him softly in hand and in the space of a breath the tip of him is being slowly breached. The feeling is an adjustment, a relief, foreign and familiar at once. The first couple inches always go easy, it's after that things begin to feel strange. Pressure builds, there, in that place with the itch he can never seem to scratch on his own. He's getting hard. Iruka reaches around to take one of his hands.
"Go on." He nods, voice steady. Assuring.
Kakashi lets out a heavy breath as electricity travels down his arms. Not much, just enough to carry a current through Iruka's touch against his cock. He feels it ripple down his cock, somehow always feeling more like a foreign touch when it comes through Iruka, almost massaging at his insides. He feels the rod slip deeper, past the base of his cock, and finds himself unable to repress a shudder.
"Why are you here, Kakashi?" The rod reaches his prostate, the words claw at his throat. There are tears in his eyes.
"Can't save anyone." He chokes out, horrified at the sob which threatens to break free. "I can't save anyone." He repeats, softer.
Iruka's soothing voice rings through his ears as the weight of his own words slips away, swept out by the sensation of the rod slipping the last bit of the way to breach his bladder. The words wash over him, he doesn't register the specifics, but the tone always moves something deep in his chest. Something he never looks too close at, once they're done. His jaw is tight and he feels his muscles straining as the need for release rushes forward. The full sensation spurred by the rod.
"Shh," Iruka hushes him. "It's alright, you can let go, now."
Kakashi lets his head fall forward, into the other man's shoulder, as the orgasm pulls him tight. He clenches all over, roiling pressure in his groin exploding with nowhere to go. There's something so satisfying about it. Forcing the blow of his orgasm inside, such a strain it hurts and drags every other tension, every trouble from his mind and body, if only briefly.
He eventually remembers to breathe again, into the skin of Iruka's neck. That's new, he thinks. Pleasant. Iruka gently pulls the silicone from his cock and when the haze lifts from his mind Kakashi will find time to feel vulnerable over the sound which escapes him as everything releases. A steady, slightly painful stream of urine and the semen which was forced inside. This is the part he'll think about, later. The part which makes him feel debased. Brought down. Grounded.
It's a reminder of his own insignificance. How small he is. The world and its machinations exist far above and beyond him. It's a comfort.
Once he's cleaned up and left without saying much, Iruka always fills the silence to help him stay out of his head just a little bit longer, he marvels at the way his head feels lighter. The weight will be back by evening, he knows, but the reprieve is enough to keep him from collapsing.
A/N: I wanted to explore more of the aftercare and Iruka's perspective, but, as usual, I ran out of time. I'll expand on this one day. Additionally, I learned a lot about sounding in the last hour, which is the main reason I ran out of time. Who knew?
I'll keep doing a different Naruto pairing every day of Kinktober. Honestly, if nothing else, these little speed writes have given me plenty of ideas for proper fics to write later on! Feel free to say hello in the comments or on tumblr at BitchBot3000 (my fic blog) or GaySasukke (my questionable Naruto sideblog) ✌️