06.
Note: hold onto your pants! because these men sure didn't. the bulk of this -entire- chapter (& it's a long one!) is NSFW hehehe. So, if you'd rather not read spicy scenes in public, you might want to wait till you're home to read this XD as kakashi would say, I'm not sorry.
the first scene is written to IDER's "Brown Sugar" [live], if ya wanna give it a listen. here are some relevant lyrics:
Remember when you made me feel less
I'd be feelin' kind of anxious every time I undress
but I don't really worry about it now
I don't really wanna worry about it now
feel you feeding me, keeping it right
now you love me better than ever
and i'm fillin' you with light
can't believe what you mean to me now
we've been feeling so connected, wanna say it out loud
hold me right up, watch me light up
love the side of us when you and I laugh
sugar on my tongue, you put the air in my lungs
you make my blood sweet in the morning
with my buttons undone
take me higher, love me wider
sweet saliva, and I just wanna lie
i'm not shy yeah, I don't need to try, yeah
I'm in your fire, and I think that I could die.
—
"This is going to be the longest we've gone without seeing Naruto," Iruka said, as he was putting the last of his clothes into his suitcase, every piece neatly rolled and folded.
It was a Wednesday evening, and they were leaving for Puerto Rico tomorrow night through the weekend. Iruka's cousin was getting married, and while he didn't go back for every event like this, (Iruka's family was huge), he tried to make it to some.
"Naruto's not going to think we abandoned him," Kakashi said, reading his husband's mind, without looking up from what he was actually reading.
Iruka pulled the book out of his hand, and came to straddle him on the bed.
"You need to pack."
"It's only for three days. It'll take me five minutes."
He went to reach for the book again, but Iruka held it over his head, before placing it on the night table.
"You work all day tomorrow. And then we'll be late going to the airport because you forgot something in your five minute spree."
Kakashi gave Iruka a playful push to the chest. Iruka latched onto his wrist with both of his hands, anchoring his palm there.
"Don't forget your sun screen. We won't be able to find that brand there. I'll clothe you from head to toe before I slather that chemical slop on you."
"How is 'slather me in slop' the most unsexy phrase, and yet it arouses me coming from your perfect fucking mouth?" Kakashi asked, taking Iruka's chin between his fingers, eying his lips hungrily.
Iruka smirked at him, his long hair pulled halfway back, with the rest of it cascading over his shoulders. He pulled Kakashi's glasses off him.
"Is this a new fantasy of yours?" Iruka teased, rocking his hips forward.
"One I didn't know I had," Kakashi said, squeezing Iruka's hip bones. "But maybe something other than 'slop'… like… chocolate sauce."
"Chocolate sauce? Que carajo," Iruka laughed, leaning back a little. "You don't even like sweets."
"I won't be the one eating it."
"Hm," Iruka said, raking his fingers down Kakashi's chest.
He brought his mouth to kiss up Kakashi's neck.
"I'd happily lick anything off your skin," Iruka whispered into his ear, swiping his tongue up the shell of it.
Kakashi captured his mouth in a kiss, threading both of his hands in Iruka's long hair. Iruka responded in kind, pushing Kakashi against the headboard. Kakashi's fingers traveled around to his lower back, slipping beneath his shirt, before dipping lower to grab at his ass.
Iruka cupped his husband's face, running his hands down his shoulders, stopping to dig his fingers into his biceps.
"Ah," Kakashi grimaced against his mouth, breaking the kiss.
"Que pasó? Are you sore?" Iruka asked, smoothing his hands over the curves of his muscles. Kakashi was wearing a snug, long sleeve shirt, but even so, Iruka could picture his husband's body perfectly beneath the fabric. He had it memorized.
"I may have trained a little too hard at the Academy yesterday, to make up for the days I've missed."
"You know muscle development doesn't work like that right? It's slow," he rubbed himself teasingly slow against Kakashi, "and steady."
Kakashi brought his hands down to rest on Iruka's thighs.
"You need to pace yourself," Iruka said, increasing his speed ever so slightly.
"Is that so?" Kakashi asked, amused that he was giving him advice on how to stay fit, when they both knew he didn't need it. But he decided to play along.
"And what'll happen if I go too fast?" he asked, bringing his tattooed hand up to Iruka's throat, lightly encircling it with his fingers.
"Uh," Iruka breathed out, finding this completely erotic, "you won't last. You'll burn out."
Iruka brought his hand up to Kakashi's outstretched arm and gave his bicep a hard squeeze, while simultaneously rocking his hips down into him.
"Ow," Kakashi cursed, before pulling Iruka to him by the throat. He held him beneath his jaw, inches from his own mouth.
A gasp of surprised pleasure escaped from Iruka's lips.
"You know, for as sweet as you are, there's a little devil inside you."
Iruka smiled beneath his grip.
"It's not that little."
"No?" Kakashi inquired.
Iruka bit at his own lip, narrowing his eyes in challenge. Kakashi took the bait.
In one swift movement, Kakashi pinned Iruka to the bed beneath his hips, his hand never leaving his throat.
"Well, I guess I'll just have to find out," he said, slipping his other hand below the hem of Iruka's pants.
"Hm. No, not that little," Kakashi hummed into his ear as he started to stroke him.
He felt Iruka swallow hard beneath his palm, arching into the touch.
Iruka closed his eyes, running his tongue across his own lips. Melting into the warmth that was starting to wash over his body.
Fuck, was Kakashi good at this. He knew exactly what he liked, but then again, Kakashi excelled at everything in the bedroom. The first time they had sex, it blew Iruka's mind. He didn't know men could be so… intimate. All of his previous experiences focused solely on the final act, were driven more by carnal desire. But with Kakashi, even though they definitely had their wild moments, it was steeped in sweetness. In attentiveness. In foreplay as much as in fucking.
For a long time, Iruka was self-conscious about his ability, afraid he couldn't give Kakashi half as much pleasure as he gave him. He was over that now. Kakashi had seen to it. He had cracked Iruka open and sucked out all of his self-doubt.
Kakashi removed his hand from Iruka's throat, trailing his fingers over his adam's apple, before coming to pinch at his nipple. He sunk into the bed beside Iruka, planting a kiss to the corner of his mouth, before Iruka turned his head to meet him. He parted his lips, teasing Kakashi's tongue with his own. When Kakashi plunged his tongue in deep, Iruka let out a low moan, a fire swirling hot in his groin.
Kakashi continued to pump him as they made out; sucking and biting at each other's lips.
All of a sudden, Kakashi removed his hand from his pants, and Iruka's body reeled at the loss of contact.
"Well, you said I needed to pack. I better go do that."
"Fuck you," Iruka laughed breathlessly, in disbelief.
He brought a leg up to wrap around Kakashi's waist, pulling him back down.
"Or fuck me is more like it."
Kakashi braced himself with his arms, hovering above Iruka's body on all fours.
"But it'll only take 5 minutes."
"For you to fuck me, or for you to pack?"
Kakashi laughed, shaking his head.
"Smartass," he said, latching onto the hem of Iruka's sweats before giving them a hard yank.
"I could get you off in five minutes," Kakashi said, bringing his mouth down to tug at Iruka's briefs with his teeth. It hit back against his skin with a snap.
"But…" Kakashi ran his tongue along Iruka's dick, which was visibly hard through the fabric, "I think I'll take your advice. Slow," he dragged a few fingers lightly up the inside of Iruka's thigh, brushing them against the back of his balls, "and steady."
Iruka pressed his shoulders into the mattress, regretting having said that earlier, when all he wanted now, was for Kakashi to get straight to it. He had meant to be the tease, but somehow, the roles had been reversed. (Okay, so he knew how. Getting him to submit to Kakashi was easier than he'd like to admit).
Kakashi was going to drag this out as long as possible, he knew.
"Mhm. I'm going to make you beg for it, baby," Kakashi said, seeing the realization wash over Iruka's face. "Two can play at this game."
Kakashi pulled Iruka up from the bed by the front of his shirt, before removing it completely, and gave him a kiss.
"Turn over," he whispered against his mouth, as Iruka felt the last of his free will slip away.
Yeah, no. Iruka wasn't even a contender. Kakashi had already won, and they had barely even started.
Iruka flipped onto his stomach, throwing the pillow that was beneath his head, onto the floor.
Kakashi straddled his lower back, dragging his fingers lightly down Iruka's sides, causing goosebumps to break out all over his skin. He leaned over and pushed his face into Iruka's hair, inhaling the smell of his husband. A smell that had become so familiar to him, that had become such a part of him, he swore it swam in his very blood. The smell of home. It was still intoxicating, after all these years.
He moved Iruka's hair to one side, biting at his exposed ear.
"Why are you still wearing this?" Iruka whined, reaching around to tug at Kakashi's shirt. He wanted to feel his husband's skin against his.
"Because it's cold in here," Kakashi said, matter-of-factly.
"And what about me? I'm practically naked," Iruka teased, bending his leg back to kick at Kakashi with his heel.
Kakashi latched onto Iruka's ankle, before it could drop back down to the bed. He placed a kiss to the bottom of his foot and Iruka felt it spark all over his body.
"Am I suppose to feel bad about that?" Kakashi laughed, releasing his leg, before removing his own shirt. "Because I don't."
He dropped his body into Iruka, sliding his hands along the back of his husband's arms, which were bent near his head. Iruka breathed heavily under the weight, relishing in the warmth of Kakashi's skin, as well as the feel of his hard dick against his ass. He pushed his pelvis up, eager for more.
Kakashi sunk his teeth into the flesh of Iruka's shoulder, before rising up to kiss the nape of his neck.
He could feel the cold silver of Kakashi's necklace against his back, a long chain that ended in a pendant in the shape of a small lightening bolt. It dragged along his skin as Kakashi kissed every vertebrate of his spine. Every time Kakashi's lips hit his skin, it tingled, sending waves of electricity to every inch of him. Iruka thought he was going to stop, when he reached his tailbone, so when his husband dove his face into his ass, Iruka clutched the comforter in surprise.
Why the fuck is my underwear still on? he cursed inside his mind, but couldn't bring himself to move. He couldn't bring himself to disrupt Kakashi's focus or influence his flow. He wanted to live inside this moment, for however long it lasted, wherever Kakashi wanted to take it. As much as he loved hot, rough sex, there was nothing like making love with someone you're in love with. It just didn't compare.
When Kakashi came back up to his face, Iruka reached around to wind a hand in his hair, pulling on it lightly, as they kissed over his shoulder.
Kakashi ground down into his ass, falling into a rhythmic thrust, his breath shuddering against Iruka's ear from the effort. Iruka moved his body in response, rubbing his own self against the bed. He dug his fingers into the sheets and pulled, trying to get more traction. He didn't need it though, because Kakashi's thrusts become more desperate, rocking him into the bed, smashing his face into the mattress. Kakashi let out a throaty groan, one that was so deep it reverberated inside Iruka's own chest. The both of them had started to sweat, Kakashi's abdomen was sliding slick against his back.
Iruka attempted to suck the saliva that had escaped his mouth, back in.
I'm drooling, for fuck's sake, he thought, writhing against the bed.
He attempted to get up and turn around, wanting to feel Kakashi's erection against his, but he never made it past his elbows because Kakashi pushed him back down roughly, pressing his palm hard between his shoulder blades.
He brought his mouth to Iruka's ear, showering it with a series of wet kisses, sucking the lobe into his mouth. He nibbled on it with his teeth.
Iruka's body was on fire. He broke.
"Por favor," he pleaded.
Kakashi let out a soft, arrogant laugh against his ear, before lifting himself from Iruka. He pulled him up by the hips, so his ass was sticking straight in the air.
Iruka heard the familiar sound of a drawer opening and a condom being unwrapped. When he felt Kakashi's hand on the band of his briefs, he reached out and grabbed his wrist, before shifting his position. He turned around to find Kakashi had shed the rest of his clothes.
"Can we face each other?" Iruka asked, not being shy about where his eye's had landed. He brought his gaze up to meet Kakashi's. He felt an intense craving to watch an orgasm wash over his husband's features.
Kakashi smiled, bringing Iruka's hand to his mouth to kiss his palm, before sucking on one of his fingers. Iruka closed his eyes in pleasure. He wondered if it was as hard for Kakashi to control himself as it was for him.
"You know I love giving you what you want," Kakashi replied, smugly.
Iruka snatched the condom out of Kakashi's hand, his patience having worn out at his words, to roll it on Kakashi himself. He applied the lube much more meticulously then necessary, pumping and squeezing his husband. He saw the muscles in Kakashi's arms twitch, as if he were restraining himself from shoving Iruka onto the mattress.
Ha, Iruka thought in triumph, before moving to lie down.
Kakashi fell into him, bearing his weight on his arms, as he pushed himself inside Iruka with care. When he almost filled him completely, he began to thrust, causing Iruka to dig his fingers into his back. He brought one hand to the back of Kakashi's neck, which was damp with sweat, and the other rested on his own chest. It was taking all his strength not to drop it down and touch himself, but he didn't want to finish too far ahead of Kakashi. He was already on the brink of his orgasm, watching his husband move his hips, mesmerized by the fluidity of it. He moved his hand up to grip and pull at his hair.
Kakashi's necklace swung between the two of them, coming dangerously close to hitting Iruka in the face. Both of them laughed, before Iruka picked up the pendant and pushed it inside Kakashi's mouth. The effect was better than he had imagined. Now, Kakashi had to breathe around it in hard bursts, as if he were gagged. Iruka found it incredibly sexy. He made a mental note to remember that.
My arms are fucking burning, Kakashi thought, struggling to remain in this position. He was so close, and he knew Iruka was too, buthis muscles were starting to protest and give out. They were shaking beyond his control.
"Fuck," Kakashi laughed, the necklace falling out of his mouth with a string of saliva, as he dropped down to his elbows, never missing a beat with his thrusts. He pressed his forehead into Iruka's shoulder.
When he was mere seconds away, he lifted his head, remembering Iruka's request, and locked eyes with his husband as his orgasm rocketed out of him with a loud moan.
The sight (and sound) of it, pushed Iruka over the edge too, and they bucked together, riding out the remaining waves, before falling limp against one another.
Kakashi pulled out and rolled onto his back, his chest still heaving from catching his breath. He shook his arms out above his head, attempting to bring any sort of relief to his biceps.
"I didn't think I was going to make it," he laughed, as Iruka came to cradle his head on his chest, placing a kiss to his clavicle, before Kakashi dropped his arms around him.
Iruka closed his eyes, listening to the sound of his husband's heart beat, thumping hard beneath his ear. He wanted to fall asleep, just like this, with Kakashi's hand threading through his hair. But as the heat of their sex was leaving, Iruka felt a chill set in. Kakashi must have felt it too, because he shifted beneath him.
"Nooo", Iruka whimpered. "I don't want to move."
He climbed on top of Kakashi, and let his weight fall dead against him.
"Yeah, well, you don't want to get sick either," Kakashi said, pushing Iruka's hair behind his ear, to plant a kiss to his temple. "And, you just moved."
Iruka turned his head to dig his chin into Kakashi's chest, glaring at him. Kakashi laughed, putting a hand over Iruka's face in response.
"Come on. Let's take a warm shower and go to bed."
—
As it turns out, they weren't late getting to the airport, but only because Iruka had secretly packed Kakashi's toiletry bag and thrown it in his suitcase before they left. He wanted to see how long it would take, before Kakashi realized he forgot it. It was 20 minutes after they pulled out of the driveway.
They were in the rental car, on the way to their hotel, having landed an hour ago. It was near 10 PM, the palm trees that lined the road were currently indecipherable, as well as the ocean.
Iruka was driving, since Kakashi's mild tranquilizers hadn't worn off yet. There wasn't much Kakashi was afraid of, but put him on a plane, and watch his pale skin turn even paler. Iruka was usually the anxious one, but he found flying oddly peaceful, being forced to accept the complete lack of control. That's exactly what Kakashi hated about it. He wasn't a fan of anything that took his feet off the ground.
Iruka's phone started to ring.
"Can you get it? I bet it's my Mom."
Kakashi rifled through Iruka's satchel and pulled out his phone.
"You're right."
"Put it on speaker."
Kakashi did as he was told.
"Hola Mami."
"Llegaste bien?"
(You arrived alright?)
"Si, estamos de camino."
(Yes, we're on the road.)
"Gracias a dios. A nuestra casa?"
(Thank god. To our house?)
"No, el hotel."
"Pero nene, por que? Stay with us."
(But child, why?)
"I told you why."
"Si, quieres tu privacidad, yo sé. Pero los hoteles están caros y tu vas a tener un niño, Iruka. You have to save your money. No quiero que a mi grand-baby le falte nada."
(You want your privacy, I know. But the hotels are expensive and you're going to have a child, Iruka. You have to save your money. I don't want my grand-baby to lack anything.)
"Estamos bien. This trip isn't breaking our bank. "
(We're fine.)
"I bet you can still cancel, llamalos." (Call them.)
Usually, Iruka's patience was never-ending, but he was getting frustrated. He was tired, hungry, and dehydrated from traveling. The perfect recipe for being cranky. Plus, he had had this exact conversation with his mother a million times, when planning this trip. He was over it.
"Tu quieres oír a tu hijo teniendo sexo, mami? Porque eso es lo que va a pasar if Kakashi and I stay there."
(Do you want to hear your son having sex, mom? Because that's what's going to happen if Kakashi and I stay there.)
"Oh my god, Iruka," Kakashi hissed quietly.
"Ay bendito. Fine. Llámame cuando tengas tiempo pa' tu familia."
(Call me when you have time for your family.)
With that, she hung up.
"She acts like we don't live 45 minutes away from each other," Iruka said, irritated.
Iruka's parents still lived in the house he grew up in, in Chicago. They would have traveled together, but Iruka's parents decided to go a few days ahead of them. They still had a house in Puerto Rico, since they spent time there every winter.
"But did you have to tell her we'd be fucking, like… jesus." Kakashi said, adjusting his baseball cap.
"Pues, es la verdad! (Well, It's the truth!) This is our last vacation without Naruto. I plan on taking full advantage of that. Of you," he smirked, taking his eyes off the road for a second to raise an eyebrow at Kakashi.
Kakashi shook his head.
"You're too much sometimes."
"Please, don't act like you're modest," Iruka teased. "Esa es una gran mentira." (Because that's a lie.)
"I'd fuck you anywhere, in front of almost anyone. But I draw the line at my in-laws." Kakashi joked.
"Be careful what you say, sweetheart. I'm going to remember that."
—
After eating breakfast at the hotel, which Iruka complained about (why are they serving us cantaloupe and grapes? we're in puerto rico, for christ's sake), they stopped at a local bakery to pick up some sandwiches for lunch later in the day. They had just arrived at the pier, and were unloading things from the car onto the boat.
When everything was transferred, Iruka pulled out a knife and cutting board, breaking down the papaya, bananas, and pineapple, that he insisted on buying from a roadside vender, so it would fit more easily in the cooler.
When he was finished, he fired up the engine. They didn't own it, but they had rented it in year's past, for the same reason. Today, they were going to Caja de Muerto, a small island off the south side of Puerto Rico. It was a tourist attraction, which Iruka hated, but the water was exquisite and crystal clear (Kakashi refused to go in the water with copious amounts of seaweed. It gave him the creeps). It was also one of the only beaches that prohibited music. There was nothing Iruka loathed more, than reggaeton overpowering the natural sound of the waves and birds.
Like planes, Kakashi wasn't a fan of boats, but it was something he had to get over if he wanted to be Iruka's husband. Being married to a marine biologist, meant you had to like being on the water. There was no way around it, unless he wanted to spend considerably less time with his husband. At least he didn't get nauseas anymore. Just to be safe, he popped a ginger candy into his mouth, as Iruka pulled out of the pier and began to steer them in the right direction.
Kakashi looked out over the water, contemplating all the stray dogs he had seen on their drive to the pier this morning. It broke his heart and made him think about work. He'd been working for the Humane Society for a little over a year now. Before that, he had built his own dog shelter from scratch, having been unsatisfied with the quality and care of local shelters and adoption centers. He ran it successively for five years, passing it over into other hands, when he took this new position. He still helped with some management aspects at the shelter, stopping in every other week, to make sure it was running smoothly.
He liked his new job, but he couldn't deny that it was emotionally taxing. Raising dogs in a shelter and trying to get them adopted, was also emotionally taxing, but in a different way. With the Humane Society, he was constantly investigating cases of hard neglect and abuse. It took a toll on his soul, and often, he found himself feeling depressed. The only reason he took the job in the first place, was because he was really good at it. Not dealing with the abusers (he couldn't do that, his anger would flare real quick), but getting scared, skiddish, or highly aggressive dogs, to calm into submission without using force.
He knew it was important work, but he also… wasn't sure how long he could do it, for his own mental health. Iruka had already voiced his concern, having seen Kakashi cry after an especially hard day. But if Kakashi wasn't working in animal control, he didn't know what he'd do. He couldn't go back to the shelter and demote the person he appointed. Iruka had suggested that he could easily put his skills into dog training, but it didn't pay much, and that's something they had to consider now.
He could dedicate himself to being an MMA athlete, many coaches had approached him to tell him so. But he wouldn't do that to Iruka. He came near fainting every time he saw Kakashi fight.
Maybe I should just become a stripper, he thought jokingly. He knew that was one of Iruka's secret fantasies.
He turned his attention to Iruka's back, who stood in front of the wheel. He loved seeing Iruka here, not just in Puerto Rico, but on the ocean. He just… fit. Like he was part of the landscape. He wondered (more than once), if they'd ever move or retire somewhere near water. In Chicago, they had Lake Michigan, but it wasn't the same. Kakashi knew Iruka's first love was the sea. Iruka turned around, motioning for Kakashi to come over.
"Can you grab my Ray Bans for me?" he asked, shouting over the sound of the engine.
Kakashi did and placed them on his husband's face, followed by a kiss. He stood beside him, winding his arm's around his waist, resting his chin on his shoulder, as the island crept closer and closer.
—
They were the only ones there. The advantage of having your own boat, meant you could go whenever you wanted. The boat that ferried the tourists wouldn't arrive for another hour. It was the main reason Kakashi hadn't protested about being woken up so early. It was like having your own private island.
Kakashi grabbed their chairs and umbrella, along with the bag that held their towels, and headed for the sand. Iruka followed shortly behind him, after he finished tying up the boat.
"Que hermosa," Iruka said, plopping the cooler down on the sand.
It was definitely beautiful. The sand was white, and the water was the color of turquoise. They chose a spot on the far end of the beach, next to a rocky alcove on their left, lizards scrambling all over it. Kakashi pitched the umbrella, before sinking into a chair, as Iruka removed his scuba gear from his backpack.
He watched as Iruka undid the bun on top of his head, letting his hair cascade down, before twisting it into a loose braid. His eyes roved over his husband's fit body, his defined chest and abs. Iruka's swimsuit was more like spandex, ending at the bottom of his calves. He happily devoured his legs, too.
"I can feel your stare," Iruka said.
"Well, with a body like that…" Kakashi said, playfully pulling down his aviators to peer at his husband over the top of the frames, "…what do you expect?"
"It's not nice to objectify your spouse," Iruka teased, readjusting his necklace. It was a black cord with a shark's tooth attached to it.
"I'm not sorry," Kakashi said, leaning back into the chair with his hands behind his head. "Plus, your bathing suit is like the bottom half of your wet suit, and you know what that does to me."
Iruka dropped to his knees in the warm sand, in front of Kakashi.
"I know that look," Kakashi said, as Iruka scooted himself between his legs, "and you accuse me of objectification?"
"Well, with a cock like yours, what do you except?" Iruka teased, throwing Kakashi's words back at him.
"I could give you head, right here," Iruka said, undoing the string of Kakashi's swim trunks. "Right now."
Kakashi's stomach tightened as he entertained the idea. That would be hot, but it also made him feel oddly vulnerable, all out in the open. He looked into his husband's face—his eyes were smoldering, sunlight glinting off the stud of his nose ring, his braid draped over his shoulder.
Fuck, if Iruka wasn't so damn sexy, this decision wouldn't be so hard.
Iruka was still pulling on the strings of his suit, causing it to open up at the hem, revealing the barest hint of Kakashi's pubic hair.
"Come on, there's no one here. I thought you loved giving me what I want," Iruka taunted him.
He rose up tall on his knees, pressing his bare chest against Kakashi's.
"Te quiero en mi boca," Iruka whispered, cupping Kakashi's crotch with his hand.
(I want you in my mouth)
"You think you can just murmur Spanish in my ear and I'll crumble?" Kakashi asked, already getting aroused.
Iruka knew full well that he would.
"Quiero poner mis labios alrededor tu bicho*, Kakashi."
(I want to put my lips around your dick, Kakashi.)
Shit, Kakashi thought, feeling himself harden.
Kakashi flicked his eyes over the water, noticing a speck in the distance. He needed to make a decision, and he needed to make it now. He flicked his eyes back to Iruka, who was staring at him intensely.
Ugh. Fuck it. He wanted this.
"Okay, but if someone sees us through binoc—uh, hngh" was all Kakashi managed to say before Iruka's mouth was on him. He had pulled Kakashi's dick out of his trunks the moment he heard him utter "okay".
It was fast and rough, but Kakashi was into that. Kakashi was into whatever Iruka did or wanted to try. He kneaded his fingers into Iruka's shoulders, watching as he disappeared into his lover's mouth, over and over again.
Iruka let Kakashi fall out of his mouth slowly, before he grabbed his shaft and ran his tongue flat a long the side of him, bringing his eyes up to bore into Kakashi's own, when he encircled his tip.
"Jesus," Kakashi breathed out, before his head fell back against the chair.
It didn't take him long to come. All he had to think about was that look in Iruka's eyes, one that was filled with lust and love and mischief and fuck, it was so hot. He remembered the days when Iruka used to be shy about sex. The first time they slept together, Iruka was so nervous, he was shaking.
Kakashi smiled to himself.
Those days were long gone now.
—
The boat filled with tourists and a few scattered locals arrived a half hour later. Kakashi paid them no mind, engrossed in his book, feeling exceptionally relaxed. Iruka had left for the water a while ago, bringing his scuba gear with him.
—
Kakashi awoke to water dropping on his skin. He opened his eyes to find Iruka before him, squeezing his wet braid over his chest.
"Were you asleep?" Iruka laughed.
"I must have drifted off," Kakashi said, taking off his sunglasses to rub at his eyes.
"Someone wore me out," he said, squinting up at his husband, appreciating the sight of his glistening wet body.
Iruka smiled at him in return.
"Come into the water with me," he said, holding out his hand.
Kakashi took it and let himself be hoisted up.
They walked into the water together, only breaking their hands when it came up to their hips. Iruka dove under, and Kakashi let his legs give out, the gentle waves lapping at his shoulders. He submersed himself once, before smoothing his wet hair back with his hands.
Iruka swam up behind him, wrapping his arms and legs around his body. Kakashi anchored him there, supporting his weight by hooking his arms behind his knees. He was light as a feather in the water.
"I wonder if Naruto likes the water," Iruka said, pressing his cheek into the back of Kakashi's shoulder.
"Well, he better, if he's going to be a part of this family," Kakashi joked.
"I want to put him in swimming lessons at our gym right away."
"You don't want to teach him yourself? You're more than qualified."
"I guess I could, but at least in a class he'd be with other kids. I have this fear that it's going to be hard for him to make friends, I don't know why. I know he has Sasuke and they'll be going to the same school but…" Iruka sighed. "I wish he wouldn't call Naruto an idiot all the time. It gets under my skin."
Kakashi laughed, planting a kiss to one of the arms wrapped about his neck, tasting the salt on his lips.
"I don't think he means any harm, Iruka. Coming from Sasuke, I think that's a term of endearment honestly. I don't know. I told you about the other day at Willowbrook. I think he cares about Naruto more than he wants to admit or maybe more than he even knows himself. Sasuke's always been antisocial. Itachi's astounded that he's even tolerating Naruto."
"I don't want Naruto to feel like he's being tolerated," Iruka said, letting go of his husband and swimming around to face him. "He's such a sweet kid, and I don't know, people take advantage of that sometimes."
Kakashi ran a hand through his hair in thought.
"School can be tough. Kids can be cruel. We both know that. All we can do is be there for him, if he needs us."
Iruka sighed, before his face broke into an enormous grin, revealing the dimples at each corner of his mouth.
"We're going to be fathers," he said, cupping his hands over his face, before splashing water playfully at his husband.
—
Kakashi had managed to walk away from the beach yesterday without any sign of sunburn, a major accomplishment. Iruka's skin, on the other hand, had turned a shade darker.
They had just finished getting dressed and had entered the elevator.
"Do you think we're going to need a bigger place?" Iruka asked, pushing the button for the lobby. "What are we going to do with all the stuff we have to move out of Naruto's room?"
"I think it'll be fine. We can leave Naruto the desk and one of the armchairs. We can give the other one to Rin, if we can't find a place for it, she's always loved them. I think there's space in the sitting room and our bedroom for the rest of it. Besides," he said, pulling Iruka to him by the open sides of his cardigan. "I love our apartment. It has a lot of memories. I don't want to move."
He kissed Iruka on the lips.
"Since when are you so sentimental?" Iruka teased.
"Since I married you. You look good," he smirked, kissing him again, as the elevator doors opened with a ding.
A man in a business suit was waiting on the other side, a clear sign of disgust washing over his face as he saw them pull a part. Kakashi gave Iruka's ass a hard slap, making a point to wink at the stranger, as they walked past him into the lobby.
—
The wedding was at an hacienda in the country, about an hour's drive from where they were staying. Iruka was at the wheel, since Kakashi was a little uncomfortable navigating the narrow, windy, mountain roads. Just as they were about to get off the highway, Kakashi asked Iruka to pull over. The minute Iruka saw it, he knew this would happen.
"Kakashi.." Iruka said, putting on his signal. "It's in the middle of the highway, how are you going to…"
"If I don't, people are going to keep running over it," Kakashi said sharply, turning around in his seat to look for something, anything, he could use. He spotted a neglected newspaper that Iruka had grabbed yesterday morning. He picked it up.
"And I can't let that happen," he said, before opening his car door.
Iruka turned on his hazards as he watched his husband cross onto the busy highway, to the sound of many irritated horns blaring. Iruka's heart hammered in his chest as he gripped at the steering wheel. He swore to fucking god, if anyone hit his husband… But he knew better than to stop Kakashi.
Kakashi put a page of newspaper in each hand and then grabbed the front and back legs of the dog that was lying dead in the middle of the road, his stomach turning over at the sight of it. He picked it up and placed it in some tall grass on the edge of the highway. He knew he must look ridiculous, dangling this creature, in front of his dress clothes, across a busy road, but you know what, he didn't fucking care. He knew if he didn't move it, it would rot there.
He felt anger rising up inside him. He understood that accidents happened, but unfortunately, this was a common sight, and the municipality never came to collect them. He'll never forgot when an old man told them to hit a dog that was in their path, as if it was the most normal thing in the world, when they had slowed down their car to let it pass. Kakashi had ranted at him for a good solid minute in English, only to find out the guy hadn't understand a word he said.
He placed the newspaper over the dog, silently asking for forgiveness, before making his way back to the car.
When he returned to his seat, Iruka said nothing, resting a hand on Kakashi's thigh in consolation instead.
—
The ceremony was beautiful. It was held outside, overlooking the mountains. The reception hall was on the second floor of a enormous colonial style home, still retaining it's Spanish architecture, with a balcony that wrapped all the way around.
Iruka was standing in between his mother and Kakashi, leaning on the railing, looking out over the landscape. It was scattered with banana plants, coffee, and fruits trees. A giant flamboyan stood in the distance, it's orange flowers looking like fire in the setting sun.
"Abuela," Iruka said, leaning down to kiss his grandmother's cheek as she approached. "Tanto tiempo, cómo estas? Tu recuerdas a Kakashi?" (It's been a long time, how are you? You remember Kakashi?)
"Hola," Kakashi said, bending over to greet her in the same way. "Que bueno verte." (It's good to see you.)
"Ah sí, tu amigo tan guapo," (Ah yes, you're handsome friend), Iruka's grandmother said, cupping Kakashi's cheek in her hand briefly, while her other hand was still wrapped around Iruka's wrist.
"No, mi esposo, abuela. Tu sabes eso."
(No, my husband, grandma. You know this.)
She scrunched her face, as if irritated at the reminder, before recoiling from Iruka completely.
Iruka's mother placed a hand on his arm, as if to tell him to let it go, before steering her own mother off in a different direction.
Kakashi could feel the anger rising inside his husband's body.
"It's fine, Iruka," Kakashi said consolingly.
"Except that it's not," Iruka said. "We've been together for six years, married for two of them. It's tiring. I'm not going to stand here and lie about who you are to me so other people can be comfortable."
"But it's not just anyone, it's your abuela, Iru."
"Yeah, well, she damaged our relationship when she refused to come to our wedding, so."
Kakashi placed a hand on Iruka's lower back, rubbing it gently with his thumb.
"I'm not saying you should entertain a lie. I just don't want you to have any regrets. She's getting old. You don't see her often."
The rest of Kakashi's line of thought didn't need to be said. Iruka understood.
"The part that irritates me the most, Kakashi, is I know she knows who you are to me. She's just choosing to act oblivious. That's what hurts," Iruka sighed, turning around to lean his back against the railing, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"If I were to stroll over there and tell her I was having a child with my straight wife, she'd be crying tears of joy. But if I told her we were adopting a child, she'd curse my degenerate lifestyle and tell me how fucked up my kid is going to be without a mother."
"You're not going to tell her?"
"Of course I'm going to tell her, it's just… it sucks to share something that's so important to me, to us, with someone I love, and have them completely reject it. It's almost like it saps the happiness out of it."
Kakashi shook his head.
"No, I'm not having any of that. I'll be damned if I let her take away any of your joy," Kakashi said, uncrossing Iruka's arms and placing himself between them. "The only person that gets to sap things out of you, is me."
Iruka's face relaxed as he laughed.
"Mi corazón," Iruka said, "Te amo. What would I do without you?"
(my heart. I love you.)
"You'd probab—," Kakashi began.
"Shh," Iruka laughed, placing a hand over his mouth. "You weren't suppose to answer that. Let's sit and get something to eat. I'm starving."
—
Iruka's Uncle keep giving Kakashi shots of pitorro (a type of moonshine made in the country, fermented with local fruits), so by the time the music heightened and the dance floor was cleared, Kakashi was considerably tipsy.
The groom had come over and placed his hands on Iruka's shoulder.
"Primo!" he shouted, as Iruka stood up to embrace him in a hug.
(Cousin!)
"Hey," Iruka said happily, clapping him on the back. "Felicidades, Omoi."
"Gracias. I'm glad you could make it, and Kakashi too," he said, stepping aside Iruka to shake Kakashi's hand. "It's good to see you both."
"Tu papá has been filling Kakashi with pitorro," Iruka laughed, as Kakashi leaned on him for support.
"That old bastard. But he's always liked getting Kakashi drunk, for whatever reason," Omoi said, remembering.
"Ya estás borracho?" Omoi laughed, talking to Kakashi.
(Are you drunk already?)
Kakashi scratched nervously at the back of his head. His pales cheeks were tinted pink, a dead giveaway.
Omoi had grown up in Chicago alongside Iruka. Seeing as Iruka was an only child, they were more like brothers, than cousins. It broke Iruka's heart a little, when Omoi decided to move back to Puerto Rico two years ago, his parents following shortly after him. Omoi's family had never batted an eye at his and Kakashi's relationship, welcoming him into the family with open arms. They had spent a lot of time at their house over the years. This is the first time he's seen him since the move.
"Well, I won't complain. It's easier to convince him to dance this way," Iruka teased, wrapping an arm around Kakashi's waist.
"Vale!" Omoi said, "Bailemos!"
(Let's dance!)
They all danced together on the crowded floor for several songs. Kakashi kept trying to grope Iruka, due to his level of inebriation, and Iruka tried hard to keep it respectable. There were children here after all. The next song that came on was an old salsa classic. Kakashi was pretty tipsy, but not drunk enough for this. He made to leave the dance floor, but Iruka latched onto his shirt.
"No, you don't," Iruka said, "I'm going to teach you."
"Now? Out of all times? Why couldn't it have been in the privacy of our own home?"
"It's not as fun that way. Plus, I've only got eyes for you, babe. Imagine everyone else in the room just fading away," he said dramatically, wiggling his fingers in the air, knowing how corny that sounded.
Kakashi tried to give him an irritated glare, but it ended up turning into a smile. Iruka was just too damn cute.
"Ven acá, papi," Iruka said, stepping into a space outside the center, so they'd have more room.
(Come here)
Kakashi reluctantly obeyed, giving up on his escape. He couldn't deny Iruka anything.
Iruka placed a hand on his hip and intertwined his other with Kakashi's fingers, holding it in the air.
"So, it's a half step back with your left foot, a full step back with your right, and a tap with your left."
"Wait, what?" Kakashi said, the alcohol causing the directions to swirl around in his brain without ever coming to stick.
"Step halfway back with your left," Iruka repeated.
Kakashi did.
"And a full step back with your right."
He did that too, as Iruka moved into the space he created.
"Then tap with the foot that led you, in this case the left. When you come forwards, you'll lead with your right. Half step forward with your right, full step with your left, tap with the right, and so on. It's easy."
Kakashi glared at him, conveying that it was anything but easy.
"It is. Come on, just try it," Iruka laughed.
They did, and Kakashi stepped all over his feet for the first few minutes, before they finally fell into a pleasant flow.
"Eso!" Iruka said, praising him.
"This type of dance is like a mating ritual. I taunt you," Iruka moved into Kakashi's space, "And you taunt back," as Kakashi came into his and he pulled back.
"I lead with the hand on your waist by the pressure I put, to either pull you towards me or push you away."
"Hm, that's rare for you," Kakashi teased, dancing into his space, his confidence returning now that he was getting the hang of it. "To be the one in control."
"Asshole," Iruka laughed, as he twirled himself beneath Kakashi's arm, before falling back into step. "Don't get too smug, I'm slowing myself way down for you. You couldn't handle me otherwise."
"Ooof. Ouch. Does the taunting usually include banter? Is that part of the seduction?"
"Is it working?" Iruka asked, coming dangerously close to Kakashi's face.
Kakashi bit his lip. The way Iruka moved his body was unfathomable to Kakashi. It made no sense to him, the way it rolled and popped so easily. The fluidity of it. The way it found the beat, no matter what it was. It was effortless.
Yeah. It was definitely working.
"Let's get out of here."
—
It took them 45 minutes to get back to the hotel, and by that time, Kakashi's buzz had started to wear off. After they had parked the car in the parking garage, Iruka walked towards the door that led inside the hotel, but Kakashi pulled him in the other direction.
"I still want to dance, but somewhere we can get dirty. That wedding left me unsatisfied."
Iruka raised his eyebrows at him before whipping out his phone to scan the gay bars in San Juan.
"There's one a ten minute walk from here."
"Lead the way."
—
"This looks like more of a club," Iruka said, looking up at the neon sign. "I think we're a little overdressed. Maybe we should have changed."
"Who cares. You look fine as hell," Kakashi said, pushing his husband towards the door despite his protests.
Yep. They were definitely overdressed, but not as in fancy, as in they were wearing too much clothing. Most of the men were shirtless, or clad in next to nothing, unless it was made of leather or mesh.
As they winded their way to the bar, they did come across people who actually had clothes on, making them feel like they didn't stick out so much anymore.
"What do you want to drink?" Kakashi asked, placing his mouth next to Iruka's ear so he could hear him over the music.
"Un mojito."
Kakashi left his side to push his way to bar. When he returned, a mojito in one hand and a modelo in the other, a man had already taken to chatting Iruka up. Kakashi came to his side, handing him his drink. The man got the hint, raising his glass at the two of them, before taking his leave.
"I can't leave you alone for two seconds," Kakashi smiled, draping an arm around his shoulder.
"Yeah, well, you should have seen how many heads turned as you made your way to the bar. No one can resist a man in pink," Iruka teased, referring to Kakashi's outfit. He was wearing a long sleeve, pale pink shirt, pushed back to his forearms, his tattoos looking like a work of art, with a pair of fitted, black and white thickly striped pants rolled up at the ankle, above his white sneakers. It hugged his body in all the right places.
Since he no longer had to drive, Iruka downed two more mojitos, before he and Kakashi finally made it to the dance floor.
"I wish I had somewhere to put my cardigan," Iruka shouted, starting to sweat, a hand resting on Kakashi's chest.
"Wrap it around your waist," Kakashi suggested.
"That's one too many layers between my ass and your cock," Iruka said, pulling him flush to his body. He placed a leg between Kakashi's, so his thigh rubbed up against his dick as they danced.
"If you keep dancing on me like this, you'll feel it no matter how many layers there are," Kakashi flirted.
Iruka pulled him into a kiss, before releasing his lips to shrug out of his sweater, revealing a white scoop neck t-shirt, above his ultra light wash tight gray jeans. Kakashi licked his lips at the sight of his clavicles. The indent between his pecs teased him too. He felt an ache in his groin.
Kakashi dipped his head to nip at his collarbone, sliding his hands around to grab his ass, bringing their hips together.
Now this was the appropriate place for reggaeton. They danced to the heavy beat, bumping and grinding and rubbing against each other. Iruka raked his hands down Kakashi's back, before bringing one up to his hair. He pulled, exposing Kakashi slick neck, sucking on the sweat filled skin beneath his ear.
Iruka turned around, pressing his ass into Kakashi's dick, a craving rising up inside him. Kakashi slid his hands beneath Iruka's shirt, dragging his fingers across his bare abdomen. It made Iruka's knees want to buckle. He didn't know if it was the alcohol or the music or what, but he was feeling incredibly horny. He cupped the back of Kakashi's head with his palm, tilting his ear down towards his mouth.
"Tócame." Iruka said into his ear, before biting at the lobe.
(Touch me.)
The hands on his abdomen dipped. One rested on his belt and the other came to rub him over his pants. This time, Iruka's knees did tremble. He ground his ass back into Kakashi, aching to feel his erection. Kakashi anchored him there as they danced, with the hand that was on his belt, as he dragged his other up the inside of his thigh, before ghosting over his dick again.
Iruka's body was pricked hot with heat. He tried not to let his eyes roll back in his head from indescribable pleasure, and in the process, his eyes flit about the dance floor for the first time. Almost all the men around them were watching intently, clearly enjoying what they were seeing.
Part of him liked being a spectacle. He knew Kakashi was fucking hot as hell, and he had always been satisfied with his own looks, so he understood that the two of them together was… well… sexy. But the other part of him, wanted Kakashi's hand on his bare cock, and he wasn't about to let everyone see that.
He grabbed Kakashi by the wrist and led him off the dance floor. When they were outside, Iruka pulled him around the corner, down a dimly lit alley. The fresh air didn't do much to relieve their sweating. It was almost just as hot and sticky outside, in the island heat.
"I know you hate bathroom sex, so this alley will have to do," Iruka said, leaning back against the wall as he pulled Kakashi towards him.
He attacked Kakashi's mouth with his; biting at his lips, sucking on his tongue. No matter how far he pushed his tongue in Kakashi's mouth, he still felt like he wanted more. He wanted to go farther, go deeper, dive into Kakashi's very own skin,knowing full well that was physically impossible. It didn't stop him from trying, though.
Iruka brought his hand down to Kakashi's dick, raking his nails against it over his pants. Kakashi let a low growl.
He flipped their positions, ramming Kakashi against the wall, bending down to lift Kakashi's shirt, licking a line across his abdomen, before teasing his navel with his tongue.
When he came back up, he gave Kakashi his back, pressing it flush against his chest, pushing his ass into Kakashi's erection. Kakashi reached a hand around to grope Iruka over his pants. The sight of that tattooed hand on his dick was…well, it was too much.
"Finish me," Iruka said, not being able to take it anymore.
"A blowjob in an alley? Not as romantic as the beach," Kakashi teased.
"No, con tu mano." (With your hand.)
Kakashi chuckled.
"I don't have any lubrication, babe. And you'd be walking back to the hotel with cum all over your pants."
"I don't care," Iruka said, rifling through his satchel to grab the small bottle of hand lotion he'd stolen from the hotel. He hadn't grabbed it with this purpose in mind, but fuck it. It's all he had. He shoved it into Kakashi's hand. "You said you'd fuck me anywhere. In front of anybody. Or was that just empty words?"
Kakashi opened his eyes wide, surprised by the sexual energy pouring out of Iruka.
He brought the bottle into the light.
"Lemon Sage energizing body lotion," Kakashi read.
"Exotic," he said, raising an eyebrow at Iruka.
"Shut up," Iruka slurred, the alcohol still in full effect. "And put your lotion-ed up hand back on fucking my dick."
"I think you meant back on my fucking dick," Kakashi laughed.
"No, fucking my dick," Iruka said, turning around to look at him with his glazed eyes. He shoved Kakashi back against the brick wall. "I want. Now."
"Hm. You're rude when you're drunk," Kakashi teased, following his orders anyway. He uncapped the lotion and squirted a generous portion in his hand. He had to admit, he liked when Iruka bossed him around. It didn't happen often, but it turned him on.
Kakashi smirked to himself.
If Iruka wanted to rile him up, well, he'd give him what he wanted.
He slipped the bottle into his pocket before whipping his husband around, pulling his back against his chest. He slammed into Kakashi so hard, it knocked the wind out of him for a second.
"You're fucking crazy, you know that?" Kakashi hissed into his ear, his lotion-free hand swiftly undoing his belt, pulling down the zipper. He shoved Iruka's pants down an inch, over each hip, to comfortably remove his dick. When he did, he saw it was already covered in pre-cum.
The sight of it made Kakashi press his forehead down onto Iruka's shoulder, suppressing the urge to bend his husband over and fuck him good in this alley.
He calmed himself down and went to work with his hand.
They both turned their heads as they heard footsteps approaching. Kakashi's hand froze on his cock.
"Don't you dare stop," Iruka said desperately, feeling no shame. He did not give a fuck what came down that alley. He wasn't about to let anyone or anything steal this glorious moment from him.
"Hey," Kakashi called, trying to shield the view of Iruka's dick with his other hand. "If you don't want to know what my fist feels like, turn the fuck around."
The person stopped dead in their tracks, noticing them for the first time.
"Cabrón," the man spat, before turning on his heel and muttering, "fucking perverts."
"Can you believe that? Calling me a pervert when I'm just trying to give my husband a nice, wholesome orgasm in this dark alley?" Kakashi said into Iruka's ear, biting down on the lobe, picking up his speed considerably.
"Maybe you are a p-pervert, ah," Iruka breathed out.
Kakashi responded by digging his teeth into Iruka's neck, causing him to inhale sharply.
"What?No threat?" Iruka asked, secretly hoping for one. He found it completely hot the way Kakashi had yelled at that man.
"Oh? Did you want one?" he asked, giving Iruka's cock a hard squeeze. "When we get back, I'm going to sink my cock so far in your ass, you'll be seeing white."
Iruka's breath hitched, as he grabbed at Kakashi's thigh. He was done for.
"Mmph. Oh, a-ahh," Iruka said, clutching at Kakashi's body, at the brink of release. He picked up Kakashi's free hand and pressed it over his mouth in order to stifle the loud moan that exploded out of him, along with his orgasm.
—
Kakashi was having a hard time getting the key card in the hotel door because he was too busy making out with Iruka, who was currently pressed against it. Iruka's hands were already at his waist, unbuttoning his pants.
A group of teenage girls ran past them giggling and hollering.
"Get a room!" one shouted, lowering her voice an octave, before bursting into laughter again.
"We're trying, obviously!" Iruka shouted back, annoyed at being pulled out of his revelry.
Kakashi clapped a hand over his mouth, laughing.
"Are you really going to pick a fight with a high school girl?"
Iruka bit his palm in response, before removing his hand.
"If she cock blocks me, yes."
Kakashi cracked up.
"Move for a second."
Iruka did and he swiped the key into the door, pushing it open. Both of them were stripped naked by the time it clicked shut behind them.
Kakashi had crossed to the bathroom, grabbing the lube and a condom before joining his husband, who was still standing there, waiting for him. He made to approach Kakashi, only to be shoved back onto the bed. When Kakashi came to his knees on the edge of the mattress, Iruka scrambled towards him, but Kakashi shoved him back again. It made Iruka want to cry, not in a bad way, in the best fucking way, so desperate was he to feel Kakashi's naked body against his own. The denial stoked his fire into a full out blaze.
Kakashi crawled over to Iruka, who was lying on his back, panting. He ran a hand over his chest, before trailing it down his abdomen and wrapping it around his already hard cock.
"On your knees," Kakashi demanded.
His voice came out deep and husky and so unbelievably sexy, it sent a shiver down his spine as he got on all fours. Kakashi came behind him, teasing his hole with his cock, before uncapping the lube.
"No condom," Iruka said, when he heard the wrapper being ripped open.
"You sure?" Kakashi asked, placing a hand on the small of his back.
Iruka nodded his head vigorously. They didn't do this often, but he wanted to feel Kakashi inside him. Really feel him. All of him.
"Yes."
Kakashi threw the condom aside. After prepping himself and Iruka, he pushed in. Iruka cried out, arching his back in response, while Kakashi thrust into him. He clutched at the pillow that was above his head, gathering it in his fist, as Kakashi increased his speed and his strength.
It wasn't an empty threat. Every time Kakashi slammed into his prostate, he was blinded by white light.
"Oh. my. fucking. god." Iruka moaned, coordinating each word with one of Kakashi's thrusts.
Kakashi was lost in his own sea of white. The feeling of Iruka's ass tightening around his bare dick was so goddamn delicious, he wanted to melt. He wasn't going to last long.
"Baby, I'm close," he said gruffly, giving Iruka's hips a squeeze beneath his grip.
"Me too," Iruka struggled to say, moving a hand to his own cock, as they both came at the same time.
Kakashi collapsed on top of Iruka's back, as it exploded out of him.
They stayed like that for a moment. Kakashi limp against Iruka's sweaty back, and Iruka staring down at his cum he just shot all over the comforter.
"Holy shit," Kakashi said, turning his face to kiss Iruka's spine.
If Iruka could find his voice, he would have said the same thing.
Kakashi raised himself slowly, pulling out of his husband carefully. He got up off the bed and returned with an entire box of kleenex.
Iruka got up too, feeling some of Kakashi's cum drip down the back of his thigh.
"Hop in the shower," Kakashi laughed, seeing it happen. "I'll clean this up."
"I don't know if I have the strength to stand for long," Iruka said, his legs feeling rather wobbly. The alcohol, combined with the run he took this morning, all the dancing they'd done today, and the sex he just had, left him feeling incredibly exhausted.
"Then wait for me in the bathroom. I'll help you."
Iruka went into the bathroom, steadying himself on the sink. He looked up into the mirror, examining the love bite Kakashi had left on his neck in the alley.
That's going to be a hard one to hide, he thought, trailing his fingers over it. Well, at least it's scarf season in Illinois.
Illinois.
They were flying back tomorrow morning. For some reason, he felt that this trip marked the end of their old life together. The closing of a chapter. For a minute, he felt overcome with sadness. Maybe that's why he had had such a strong desire to consume Kakashi tonight. Kakashi was no longer going to be solely his. He would to have to share him now.
He was going to belong to Naruto, too.
When Kakashi entered the bathroom, Iruka embraced him in a strong hug. Tears poured out of him before he even realized what was happening. He didn't even know why he was crying.
"Babe, what…" Kakashi began, trying to pull away to look at him, but when Iruka wouldn't let him go, he became concerned.
"Did I hurt you?" Kakashi asked, caressing Iruka's hair.
For some reason, that made Iruka cry even harder. He shook his head against Kakashi's chest.
No, today was perfect. You, are fucking perfect, Iruka thought, but couldn't say. He felt like the luckiest man alive, yet he couldn't stop the tears from falling down his cheeks.
"Iru, what is it?" Kakashi asked, his voice heavy.
What was going on? He wanted to start a family, more than ever. It was his idea. Yet he couldn't help feeling like he was about to lose a part of Kakashi that had been reserved for him only.
Iruka needed to say something. He felt guilty for making Kakashi worry. He took a deep breath. He didn't know how to put into words what he just experienced without sounding ridiculous, so he didn't try.
"I love you," he said. "Don't ever leave me. Please."
"What?" Kakashi asked, finally managing to free himself from Iruka's grasp.
"That's what this is about? Where did that come from?" he asked, looking into his husband's tear stained face. He would have laughed, if Iruka didn't look so damn sad and a little drunk still.
"Iruka, you know the only way you're getting rid of me is if I die, and even then, I'd come back and haunt your ass until you joined me."
Iruka choked out a sound, something between a laugh and a sob.
"Only my ass?" Iruka teased, even though he knew what he meant.
Kakashi cupped his face in his hands, wiping a tear away with his thumb.
"When you promised your life to me on our wedding day, I was actually asking for all of eternity. Your soul is bound to mine. Forever. Didn't you read the fine print?" Kakashi joked.
Iruka rolled his eyes, giving Kakashi's nipple a pinch.
"Ow," Kakashi laughed, before grabbing a tissue from the kleenex box he just brought back into the bathroom. He wiped at Iruka's nose.
"All jokes aside. I'm not going anywhere. I can't. I'd be…fucking lost without you. I was. You're the love of my life, Iruka. Even with snot dripping from your nose, and my cum leaking from your ass, you're still the sexiest motherfucker I've ever laid eyes on."
Iruka pushed him on the chest.
"You just can't help yourself can you? You were doing so well, too."
Kakashi latched onto his wrist.
"You want me to be serious? Fine." He tightened his grip on his wrist slightly. "Don't ever doubt us again. I don't know what this is about, but there's not a single person, place, or goddamn thing on this earth that I'd ever love more than I love you. You hear me?"
Iruka darted his eyes back and forth between Kakashi's own. The look he found there brokered no argument.
He believed him.
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Notes:
*bicho, in most spanish-speaking countries, means insect/bugs, but in puerto rico, it's slang for "dick". so to my spanish-speaking readers… it's not a mistake! XD
whew! hope you liked it. the last rendezvous before these lovers become parents! AH.
pssst. I have a secret.
i've already got a 3k document of just an OUTLINE of how kakashi + iruka met, a prequel to this fic. it's a college AU. soooo, once this story is over, (which won't be for a while yet, I imagine Night at the Aquarium will go into double digit chapters), you'll have that to look forward to. ;D
thanks again for all your feedback & kudos & bookmarks! it keeps me motivated, for sure. 3
i love when you wonder/have questions about the characters! its my favorite.
see you next time! =^.^=