Notes:
Welcome home, Naruto!
This chapter is a gift for MagnusTesla ;) ;) ;)
Trigger warning: mild (consensual) sexual violence.
08.
By the time they had brought Naruto home, it had gone dark. It wasn't that late, but considering it was nearing the end of October, the sun was starting to set earlier in the day.
When they showed him to his room, Naruto sat down on the bed right away. Iruka perched himself in the remaining armchair, while Kakashi lingered in the doorway, Pakkun sitting on top of his feet protectively, still unsure about this new presence in the house.
"Am I sleeping with you?" Naruto asked.
Iruka was taken a back by the question. Was he expecting to sleep with one of them? Was he afraid to sleep alone? He never took that into consideration. He forgot Naruto was used to sharing a room with three other kids.
"Um, no," Iruka began cautiously, not wanting to make him feel insecure.
"Kakashi and I sleep together in the other room. Across the hall," he said, pointing through the door.
"Then why is the bed so big?"
Iruka laughed at the sheer innocence of it, a sense of relief washing over him.
They had decided on a full size bed, instead of a twin, so they wouldn't have to replace it when he got older.
"In case you move a lot in your sleep. We wanted to make sure you didn't roll over and fall off," he joked.
"This whole bed is for me?" Naruto asked, wide-eyed.
"Mhmm," Iruka nodded.
"Whoa!" he said, giving his butt a bounce, before falling back to spread his arms and legs out on the mattress.
"Four of me can fit on here!"
Iruka smiled, before glancing over at his husband, needing some sort of reassurance. He got it, in the form of a smile that mostly appeared in his eyes.
"So, Naruto, would you like to unpack your things?" Iruka asked, getting up from the chair.
"There's space in here," he said, opening a dresser drawer, "for some clothes. We bought you a few things, but we can always go to the store and get more, if you want to pick it out yourself. There's a closet, too."
Iruka bit his lip nervously, watching him.
Naruto had got up to drag his orange backpack over to the bed, dumping out it's contents. It contained several articles of clothing, the frog hat Rin had gifted him, the figurine Kakashi had bought him at the aquarium when they first met, and not much else.
Iruka helped him fold the crumpled up clothing, before putting it away. He wrapped his cardigan more tightly around himself, a chill having set in.
"Do you want something warm to drink? We've got hot chocolate or apple ci..."
"Hot chocolate!" Naruto shouted, not waiting for the second option.
"Okay, I'll be right back," he said.
He pinched Kakashi's hip on the way out the door, signaling that he wanted him to follow him into the kitchen. When they were out of sight, Iruka braced himself on the kitchen counter.
"Iruka," Kakashi laughed softly, moving to rub at his back. "You're doing great."
"I'm so nervous," he said, holding out his hand, which was visibly trembling.
Kakashi took it in both of his, kissing the back of it.
"Stay put. I'll make it. Along with a cup of calming tea for you," he said, touching Iruka's chin, before opening up an overhead cabinet.
As Kakashi clattered about the stove, Iruka peered around the doorframe of the kitchen, catching a glimpse of Naruto, who was currently sticking out his socked foot for Pakkun to smell.
"What should we do?" Iruka asked, bringing his attention back to his husband, who was stirring the cacao powder into the almond milk.
"Well, it's already 7:00. We don't have to do anything. It's a big night, for all of us. What would we be doing normally?"
"Sitting on the couch. Watching Netflix."
"Then let's do that. There's plenty of kid's stuff on there to watch," Kakashi said, pouring the hot chocolate and tea into two separate mugs.
He held out the tea to Iruka, but Iruka took the hot chocolate instead. He blew on it and gave it a taste.
"A little more sugar. Raw cacao is naturally bitter," he said, handing it back, taking his tea in exchange.
"Oui, chef," Kakashi teased, leaving his side to stir in another teaspoon.
Iruka leaned back against the counter, clutching his mug with both hands, shaking his leg anxiously.
Kakashi pushed a hand against his thigh, steadying it.
"Go sit down. I'll get Naruto."
Naruto climbed up beside Iruka on the couch, who was huddled in one of the corners. Kakashi sat on the other side of Naruto. Pakkun looked at Kakashi and whimpered, wanting to jump up on the couch, but still not sure who or what Naruto was. He'd never really been around children before.
"It's okay, Pak," Kakashi laughed, slapping his lap. "Come on."
Pakkun hopped up, turning in a circle, before settling down. He eyed Naruto one last time, before relaxing his eyes.
Kakashi picked up the hot chocolate from the coffee table and handed it to Naruto.
"Be careful," he said. "It's still a little hot."
Naruto held onto the mug with one hand, resting it in his lap.
"Can I pet him?" Naruto asked, looking at Pakkun.
"Yeah, but we should wait until he's not in my lap. Let's try tomorrow. He can be protective of me around new people."
"But I'm not going to hurt you," Naruto said, looking at Kakashi with clear, earnest eyes.
It stole Kakashi's breath right out of his lungs. Did Naruto realize the weight of what he had just said? Of what telling Kakashi something like that meant? Someone who had been hurt so many times in the past, inadvertently, by people he had loved? Of course he didn't, how could he, but a lump unexpectedly grew in his throat all the same.
Iruka noticed, diverting the attention away from his husband, who he knew would need a moment to recover.
"Pakkun's still grouchy with me sometimes, Naruto. That's Kakashi's baby."
"I saw a dog wearing clothes one time. It was weird," Naruto giggled.
Iruka couldn't help but laugh.
"Kakashi puts clothes on Pakkun," he said, meeting his husband's eyes with a smile, which seemed to be free of tears for now.
"You're weird!" Naruto laughed, pointing at him.
"He gets cold sometimes," Kakashi said, in his defense, rubbing Pakkun behind the ears.
"But dogs have fur. That's like a coat."
"Don't you wear more than one layer when it's really cold outside?"
Naruto thought about that, slurping up a sip of his hot chocolate.
"Sometimes," he said.
"See," Kakashi replied, not about to admit that he sometimes put Pakkun in lightweight shirts, too. And boots. When it snowed.
He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, before Iruka could comment about that.
Iruka, having finished his cup of calming tea, was starting to get sleepy. The cartoons weren't doing much to keep him awake. He yawned and looked over at Kakashi. He wanted to curl up into his shoulder or rest his head in his lap, feeling his fingers thread lazily through his hair. There had never been anything in between them before. If they were alone, their limbs would be tangled up in some impossible way that was somehow still comfortable. He felt a dull ache in his chest. Kakashi seemed so far away.
Naruto's head bobbed and rolled, until it fell to rest against Iruka's arm.
Iruka looked down at him in surprise, a hot chocolate stain smeared across his upper lip. He felt another ache in his chest, but it was different this time. It was warm and tingly and new.
Everything was going to change, from this moment on.
Kakashi arched his neck to look down at Naruto, before meeting Iruka's eyes.
"He's asleep," he said, widening his eyes in wonder, as if Naruto nodding off to sleep was the most interesting thing in world, instead of a natural cycle that every human being experienced.
"Should I bring him to bed?"
"He should really brush his teeth," Iruka said, thinking about the sugar.
He made to get up, but Kakashi beat him to it.
"I'll do it. You look like you're ready to pass out."
"Naruto," Kakashi said, nudging him awake.
Naruto blinked open his eyes, sucking in some drool that had escaped his mouth.
"Let's brush your teeth. And get to bed."
Naruto's eyes flickered shut again, his head lolling.
"Naruto?" Kakashi laughed.
"Huh?" he said dreamily, not opening his eyes, settling further into Iruka's arm.
"I think he's in a hot chocolate coma," Kakashi said, giving him a poke, before lifting Naruto up, and taking him to the bathroom.
After Kakashi had finished putting Naruto to bed, he found Iruka still hadn't moved from the couch.
"Do I need to carry you, too?" Kakashi teased.
Please, he thought, melting at the idea of his husband's strong arms around him.
Kakashi latched onto his arm and pulled him up.
"That tea always knocks you on your ass. It worries me sometimes."
"It's supposed to," Iruka replied. "It's medicinal."
He had bought it from a health food store, in an attempt to help curb his anxiety naturally.
"Yeah, well, don't drink it when you're not at home, okay? I don't want you zoning out at the wheel or something," Kakashi said, following him into the bathroom.
"I'm fine," Iruka laughed, touched by his softness. "It's just amplified because I was already tired before I drank it."
Kakashi eyed him suspiciously in the mirror.
"Still," he said, squirting toothpaste onto his toothbrush, "don't do it."
He pointed his toothbrush at him in warning, before sticking it into his mouth.
After Iruka had washed up, he climbed into bed. It felt like his muscles were sinking right down into it, as if it were a cloud.
When Kakashi entered the bedroom, he made to close the door behind him out of habit.
"We should probably leave it open," Iruka said.
"Oh, huh," he chuckled. "You're right."
Kakashi opened the door wide, before crawling into bed.
They both laid there on their backs, staring at the ceiling in silence.
"This is surreal," Iruka whispered, after a few minutes. "I'm not the only one feeling this way, right?"
"Nope," Kakashi laughed. "It's surreal, alright."
Iruka rolled onto his side, bringing Kakashi's arm with him. Kakashi settled into spooning his husband, nuzzling his nose into his long brown hair.
"Pakkun seems to be doing alright," Iruka said, yawning, hearing the charm on his collar jingle, as the dog shifted on the foot of their bed.
"Yeah, I'm proud of him," Kakashi hummed into his neck.
It sent goosebumps across his skin.
Iruka entangled his arms within Kakashi's, placing a kiss to his knuckles.
"I love you."
"I love you, too," Kakashi said. "But I hate to break it to you, this is real," he teased, giving his husband a squeeze. "When we wake up, Naruto's still gonna be there."
"I know," Iruka said. "I can't wait."
After a rather lazy morning, one that involved scrambled eggs and helping Naruto take a bath (which Kakashi promptly opted out of, leaving Iruka to do it), the three of them piled into the car, on their way to the grocery store.
"These are the arms and legs?" Naruto asked, looking down at his own shirt, poking his finger at it. He was wearing a white t-shirt with a large, solid black petroglyph of a coquí frog, a gift Iruka had bought for him in Puerto Rico.
"Yes," Iruka said, turning around to look at Naruto, who peered back at him from a top his booster seat.
Kakashi and Iruka had debated about whether or not he needed a car seat still. Kakashi said no, and Iruka said maybe, so their compromise was this. At least it elevated Naruto enough, so the seatbelt fell across him in the right place.
"The indigenous people of Puerto Rico used that symbol as a way to talk about frogs. Before there were written words, like the ones that we read in books, people drew pictures and symbols to communicate meaning."
"I do that," Naruto said. "Lots of people do."
"I guess you're right," Iruka laughed. "We just call it art now."
Naruto kicked his legs happily against the seat.
"What do you like to eat, Naruto?" Iruka asked, craning around in his seat again.
"Pizza," Naruto said. "Top Ramen. Cheetos. Oreos. Mac n Cheeeeese. Beefaroni."
Iruka internally screamed, clutching Kakashi's arm that was perched on the armrest between them.
"Pb & j, chicken nuggets…"
"Most of those weren't even foods, Kakashi. He was naming brands," Iruka said softly to his husband, as they walked through the parking lot, one hand latched onto Naruto's.
"Thank god he's getting a physical tomorrow."
They walked through the sliding glass doors of Trader Joe's, a small, more "consciously" stocked grocery store. Naruto wouldn't be tempted by any of those brands here, because they were nowhere to be found.
"So, what are the rules?" Kakashi asked, knowing there were some.
"Nothing overly processed or with lots of added sugar. I read that once you start offering sweets, it'll be hard to get them to try new foods that aren't sweet." He said, pulling a cart out from a line of others.
"He's going to eat what we eat. We have almost total control over what he eats now. He'll learn what a good diet is by our choices."
"Where'd you read that?" Kakashi asked, amused, finding it cute that Iruka had obviously done some research. It made sense.
"One of my favorite food blogs."
They hit the produce section first, filling up their cart with a variety of fruits and vegetables. As they were turning down one of the aisles, Naruto noticed a middle-aged woman had dropped some money on the ground. He went over to pick it up and gave her long coat a soft yank.
"You dropped this," he said, looking up at her with his impossibly blue eyes.
She smiled at him.
"Thank you," she said, kindly.
"Aren't you the cutest thing. Where are your parents?" she asked, wanting to compliment the boy's manners.
Naruto pointed down the aisle at Kakashi and Iruka, who were stationed at the end of it.
Kakashi picked up a box of cereal with a picture of a panda on it.
"No," Iruka said.
"He likes cereal," Kakashi said, and if he was being honest, so did he. "I'm not going to be able to cook him a gourmet breakfast every morning, babe. Let's be realistic."
"That's why we have oatmeal," Iruka replied.
Kakashi turned the box around to look at the ingredients.
"There's nothing bad in here. There's corn, but it's non-gmo. And it's certified organic. The sugar is brown rice syrup..."
Iruka reached out for the box, when a woman came over to them.
"Which one of you is his father?" she asked, sweetly.
Kakashi and Iruka looked at her, both of their hands on the box of cereal, mid tug-of-war. There was the slightest moment of hesitation before…
"We both are," they said, at the same time.
"Did something happen?" Iruka followed up, concerned, looking down at Naruto, who appeared happy and fully intact.
She looked at them in confusion for a minute, her eyes analytically drifting over them, before landing on Kakashi's baseball cap. It was black, with the word heterophobic stitched across it, in orange cursive.
It was apparent when it dawned on her, the way her face had changed.
It made Kakashi's blood boil.
"I was the one who carried him," he said, placing a hand on his belly. "I'm not sure where the blue eyes came from. Genetics are mysterious, right, sweetheart?" Kakashi said, placing his other hand on Iruka's arm.
She walked away in horror as Naruto laughed.
"Boy's can't have babies!"
Well, Iruka thought, not cis-men. But he'd save that conversation for another day.
"Kakashi was being silly…" Iruka said, glaring at his husband, but when Kakashi waggled his eyebrows at him, it turned into a smile before he could help himself.
"That hat's going to bring trouble one day," Iruka said.
"Yeah, for someone else," Kakashi grinned.
Iruka rolled his eyes as they pushed their cart to the check out counter, with two boxes of cereal resting triumphantly on top.
The rest of the week went by incredibly fast. They had bought Naruto a bike, which he picked out, all the detail painted orange, and taught him how to ride it. Despite all the scraped elbows and knees Iruka had attended to, he learned rather quickly. He was able to pedal without Kakashi's guidance, after only three days.
It was a Sunday evening, and they had just finished eating dinner together; a meal of spaghetti and meatballs. Iruka had made it from scratch, shoving as many hidden vegetables into the mix as he could. He had come to find out that Naruto wasn't as picky of an eater as he expected. He tried everything, and so far the only thing he refused to eat were mushrooms, but Iruka suspected it was a texture thing.
"Is your bag all packed?" Iruka asked, handing off a dish to Naruto.
"Yep," Naruto said from atop his footstool, running the dish under the warm water.
The three of them were currently in an assembly line. Iruka was soaping up the dishes, Naruto was rinsing, and Kakashi lay in wait, a dish towel draped over his shoulder.
"Are you nervous to start school tomorrow, Naruto?" Kakashi asked, wiping a plate dry.
"No, I have Sasuke!" Naruto said.
Kakashi and Iruka shared an amused look. They found it curious how this bright ball of energy had latched onto a dark angtsy mass. They had taken the two of them to the Children's Museum yesterday, and while everything sparked curiosity and giggly joy from Naruto, Sasuke took it in with indifference and annoyance, or at least it had appeared that way to Iruka. Kakashi thought differently.
Iruka had feared that Sasuke's attitude would rub off on Naruto, but it bounced right off him. Maybe it's what made them such a good match.
"Don't forget to get off the bus with Sasuke tomorrow," Iruka reminded him. "And make sure you behave for Mikoto."
"I will."
When the last dish had been dried and put away, Iruka turned to them and asked,
"Who wants to play Mole Rats in Space?"
Iruka was referring to a wacky, cooperative board game Naruto had picked out from Target the other day. It relied on team strategy to communicate and problem solve. The goal was to help the mole rats gather supplies and make it to the escape pod before snakes attacked. If you're successful, everybody wins.
Naruto jumped off the footstool with a very enthusiastic me!
It had been a month since they adopted Naruto. One beautiful, enriching, life-altering month.
Iruka had nothing to complain about, aside from one thing.
They hadn't had sex for almost three weeks. Forget about fucking; there had been no touching, no head, no nothing, either. Completely dry. That's the longest they've gone for as far back as Iruka can remember, not counting the time he was in Canada for six months. They had tried a few times late at night, at Kakashi's initiative, but Iruka would jump at every small noise, unable to relax, ruining the barest hint of a mood there had been to begin with.
Needless to say, it was starting to build up.
It was a Monday, Iruka's day off, and he had spent the morning at the gym, trying to work off some tension, but nothing seemed to work. Not the weights, nor the million laps he swam, because when he retired to the locker room, he still felt it pumping hot through his veins.
He'd just gotten home and was contemplating taking care of it himself, but he knew no matter what he did, he'd be left unsatisfied. He had a thirst that only Kakashi could quench.
He needed to figure something out soon, even if he had to schedule it, dammit.
He picked up his phone to call Rin, wanting to see when she might be available to babysit, but he ended the call mid-dial.
He was struck with a much better, more immediate, idea.
He dialed Kakashi's office instead.
"Humane Society, Kakashi speaking."
"Hey, it's me. Have you taken your lunch yet?"
"Uh, no," he sighed. "I've been caught at my desk."
God, just hearing Kakashi blow air at the phone had him losing his shit.
"Take it at 1. Meet me at City Mouse," he said, hanging up, not giving Kakashi a chance to decline.
Iruka threw open his closet and contemplated what to wear. He ended up pulling out a pair of olive green pants with a loose black sweater. He threw his hair up in a messy bun before wrapping it in a cream and red patterned headscarf. He pulled a few strategic pieces of hair out to frame his face, slipped into a pair of heeled black ankle boots, and headed out the door.
Iruka was already seated, sipping on hot ginger tea with honey, when Kakashi arrived.
"Sorry I'm late. Got held up…" he said, vaguely.
When he relaxed into his seat, he looked at Iruka fully, taking him in for the first time.
"Well, you look exceptionally good," Kakashi said, passing his tongue along his bottom lip.
He loved when Iruka wrapped his hair up like that. There was something so strongly feminine about it, yet it didn't take away from his masculinity at all, striking a perfect balance of both.
His eyes moved to the wide neck of his sweater, which revealed the top of his prominent collarbones.
Kakashi swallowed, trying to push down the urge to sink his teeth into them, feeling an ache start to build in his groin.
Iruka wasn't the only one who was suffering. Kakashi's sex drive was high at the best of times, but this had him feeling like a pot of scalding hot water, threatening to boil over at the slightest increase in heat.
He attempted to distract himself by picking up the menu.
When the waiter walked away with Iruka's credit card, he took a hotel key out of his pocket and slid it to the center of the table without saying a word.
The thing about this restaurant was that it was located in the lobby of the Ace Hotel, and Iruka had conveniently reserved a room.
Kakashi was leaning back in his seat, taking a sip of water, when he saw it. He raised an eyebrow at him above his glass, before putting it down and running a hand through his hair. He leaned onto the table with his elbows.
"Is this a booty call, Iruka Umino?" he smirked.
The waiter had brought their tab back, placing it on the table, thanking them for their business, but neither of them had broken their stare.
"How much longer do you have?" Iruka asked, feeling his heart rate start to speed up with anticipation.
Kakashi looked at his watch.
"20 minutes."
There were other people in the elevator when they entered, forcing them to play it cool all the way to their room. But when that door snapped shut behind them, they exploded with energy, ripping through the room like a tornado, knocking tourist brochures off the desk, as Kakashi lifted Iruka up onto the wood.
Kakashi scrambled out of his suit jacket as Iruka removed his own sweater. Iruka's hands went straight to Kakashi's skinny black tie and Kakashi's dived for the buttons on his pants, their lips crashing against each other in the process.
With deft fingers, Iruka swiftly undid Kakashi's belt, shoving his pants down over his ass. He pulled Kakashi into a passionate kiss, rolling his tongue around his, shoving it into every possible inch of his mouth, getting high off the taste of husband. He nibbled and sucked at his bottom lip, before probing his tongue in again. Fuck, did he miss this.
Kakashi slid his hands beneath Iruka's thighs, pulling him roughly into his own body. Iruka wrapped his legs around his waist in response, winding a hand in his hair, giving it a tug. Kakashi attacked his neck with a series of wet kisses, sinking his teeth into the collarbone he'd been lusting after 15 minutes ago, swiping his tongue over the same spot to soothe the pain, before finding his lips again.
Iruka hopped down from the desk, never disconnecting their mouths, guiding him all the way back to the edge of the bed, causing Kakashi to collapse into it when his legs made contact. Iruka pulled his slacks the rest of the way off him, before removing his own pants. He made quick work of the buttons on Kakashi's dress shirt too, suppressing the urge to rip it open without care. Much to his utter fucking delight, Kakashi wasn't wearing an undershirt. He raked his nails down his bare chest, causing Kakashi to suck in his stomach on reflex.
"Iruka..." Kakashi began desperately, reaching for him with hooded eyes, but Iruka took Kakashi's face roughly in his hand, his fingers digging into the sides of his cheeks, silencing him.
He quickly unwrapped the scarf from around his hair and gagged Kakashi with it, tying it at the back of his head.
"Don't speak," he said, in what resembled a growl.
Fuck. He was feeling uncontrollable. Feral. He wanted to rip into Kakashi with everything he had.
Kakashi breathed hard through his nose, the sweet smell of his husband reaching him on his inhale. The scarf was saturated with it, sending his hormones into a full out frenzy.
Kakashi made to grab at the band of his briefs, but Iruka forcefully removed his hands, pinning them to the bed by the wrist.
"No," Iruka said.
Kakashi bore his eyes into him in challenge, his chest heaving hard from his restricted breathing, but what he found there shocked him; Iruka's look alone was enough to keep him pinned to the bed.
Iruka removed Kakashi's briefs, before taking off his own. He decided to leave his dress shirt on, liking the way the white fabric framed his husband's fit torso. He came to straddle Kakashi, bringing the lube with him. He ran a finger down Kakashi's ribs, passing over the face of the black dragon that was inked there, before dipping that same hand down, to touch himself.
Kakashi pushed out a hard breath as he watched, moving his hips around beneath him, in yearning.
Iruka closed his eyes, taking a fistful of Kakashi's shirt in his hand, as he worked himself with the other. He bit into his own lip, trying to prevent himself from doubling over, rocking into his own touch on top of Kakashi's body.
He brought Kakashi's erection flush with his own, wrapping his hand around them both, and started to pump again.
Kakashi's head fell back in pleasure, the only thing able to pry his eye's off his husband's show.
That's it.
He couldn't take it anymore. Kakashi's dominant energy was rising up in him like the tide, wanting to crash all over his husband's body. He made to lift himself up from the bed, but Iruka pinned him down with his forearm, locking him in by the neck. He applied considerable force, pressing hard up beneath his chin.
"I said no. You're going to lay there obediently while I fuck you."
When Iruka released him, Kakashi coughed and sputtered beneath his gag, but it only heightened his need, turning him on tremendously. Kakashi liked to be handled.
If he could speak, he'd say Yes. YES. Please fuck the shit out of me you sexy fucking man. I beg you. But since he couldn't, he communicated it with his eyes, sending a smoldering look in Iruka's direction, causing Iruka's breath to hitch.
Iruka frantically lubed up his fingers, knowing he'd have to prep Kakashi. He rarely bottomed, so when Iruka pushed his second finger in, Kakashi gripped at his thigh.
Iruka was trying so damn hard to be patient, but he couldn't be anymore. He knew he was going to cause Kakashi pain, but part of him didn't care, so overcome was he with desire, and he knew Kakashi wouldn't care either. He was probably cursing him right now, for taking so long.
He ripped open a condom, rolled it on, rubbed it up with lube, and rammed into Kakashi without warning.
Kakashi gave a muffled cry, his body tensing up, before coming to relax around Iruka.
Iruka began to thrust slowly, carefully, but when Kakashi raised a leg above his shoulder, giving him a better angle to work with, he sunk in deep.
"Coño, you're so tight, Kakashi," Iruka said, his breath shuddering.
He could no longer be polite. He latched onto Kakashi's hips and thrust into him hard and fast, slapping up against his body, inciting muffled moans to escape from Kakashi's mouth. He channeled all his pent up tension into his movements, fucking Kakashi down into the mattress.
He watched as his husband fisted the sheets beneath his hands, before coming to clutch at Iruka's arms, and then fall back to grab desperately at the bed again. He was starting to get red in the face, from his inability to pull in enough oxygen.
The sight of his husband writhing in pleasure, near suffering from the intensity of it, caused his own orgasm to come forward and push to it's peak.
He gave his hips a few final thrusts, his moans coming out in short bursts, before he shook with pleasure, releasing his orgasm into his lover's ass. Kakashi came seconds later, shooting a white hot mess all over his own abdomen.
After their last waves had bucked through them, Kakashi shot his hands up to his gag and removed it, letting it fall to rest on his neck.
He gasped for air, as Iruka pulled out, and rolled off him, collapsing into the mattress.
"What. In the fuck," Kakashi panted heavily, "was that?"
For a split second, Iruka was paranoid that Kakashi was upset, but it was quickly remedied.
"Iruka…that was… so hot… how the…" he trailed off, speechless, putting both hands over his eyes in sheer disbelief, his chest still heaving.
He spun the scarf around on his neck, untying it, before whipping Iruka across the chest with it.
"Bottom, my ass, " he laughed.
If his cheeks weren't already pink, Kakashi would have seen him blush.
"Your ass is going to be sore tomorrow," Iruka replied, stealing the scarf from him.
"It was totally worth it."
"Yeah?"
"Fuck yeah. If this is what happens after we've been abstinent for a while, maybe we should abstain more often," Kakashi teased.
"Take it back!" Iruka cried, rolling over onto his side, hooking a leg over Kakashi's body. "You don't mean it."
"As if I could resist you for that long," Kakashi smiled, cupping his ass in his hand, before glancing at his watch.
"I've gotta go," he groaned, lifting Iruka up by the chin and giving him a kiss. He moved to get up off the bed.
Iruka sat up when he heard the shower turn on. It turned off half a minute later, as his husband walked out in a towel. He watched him get dressed, getting up to help him with his tie.
Kakashi yielded, letting Iruka do it for him, taking the opportunity to trace every inch of his husband's face with his eyes, including the light scar that ran over his nose and across his cheeks. He never failed to be astounded by his beauty. It was so fucking… natural.
His eyes dropped to his lips and he felt himself getting aroused again, images of what just happened flashing through his mind. Iruka had topped before, but there was something different about it this time. Something that left him craving for more.
"You've ruined me," Kakashi said. "I'm gonna have a whole identity crisis now."
Since Iruka's hunger had been satiated, the same energy wasn't coursing through him anymore. His first instinct was to feel embarrassed and shy, but he couldn't help but take that as the highest compliment. Kakashi was going to be pining for him to top now? That was something new. Something he could…play with.
"Well, we're 30. It's about time for a mid-life crisis," Iruka teased.
Kakashi laughed, before enveloping him in a kiss.
"You're a genius, you know that?"
"This was a pretty good plan, wasn't it?" Iruka smiled, the indents of his dimples becoming apparent, the same ones that made Kakashi weak in the knees.
He looked down at this husband.
"Aren't you going to get dressed?"
"After I shower."
"Maybe you should put your boots on first," Kakashi said, eyeing the two-inch heel on them from the floor, knowing his legs would like dynamite in them.
"Pervert," Iruka said, pulling him into another kiss by the sides of his suit jacket, slipping in a bit of tongue this time.
"Ugh," Kakashi groaned, finding it hard to pull away from his husband's lips. "I'll see you at home. I expect you to be waiting for me, naked, with nothing but those boots on."
"Well, you'll find me at the kitchen table, fully clothed, helping our son with his homework."
"Hm." Kakashi hummed, "That's just as sexy. I'll take it."
"Go," Iruka laughed, feeling himself blush again. "Before you're late."
Kakashi shamelessly gave his husband's body one final look, before turning for the door.
How he was going to go back to work now, he had no idea.
End Notes:
Get itttt, Iruka. :D
Me-ow!