Kakashi/Sasuke

Sasuke reminisces on his time spent as a TA.

Sasuke could remember the first time professor Hatake brought him to nirvana like it was yesterday. Never had Sasuke known such pleasure existed. When he started as Kakashi Hatake's TA he never expected to experience such a sexual awakening. Their time together may have been brief, but it was glorious.

It started with simple flirting but quickly evolved into late night games that pushed the younger man's limits. Sasuke was in control of everything in his life but Kakashi turned his world upside down...and he loved it. When Sasuke graduated, Kakashi was adamant on never seeing each other again and Sasuke couldn't help feeling disappointed, he didn't think he'd ever feel something so intense again.

Years later he had successfully climbed the corporate ladder at his family's company. Many thought just because he was the youngest son of the great Fugaku Uchiha that he would be handed everything but Fugaku believed that both his sons should learn to work their way up just like everybody else. Here Sasuke was, pulling long nights at the office after sending the rest of his team home early for the first time in weeks. Much like many nights his mind drifted to his time with the professor while his hand drifted down his pants.

Flashback.

A naked Sasuke was gagged and bound by crimson rope in an office chair, he had a powerful vibrator shoved up his ass as his teacher sucked and licked his toes. He lost count at the amount of times he nearly came. Every time he reached the precipice Kakashi would turn the vibrator off denying him his release.

"Ah ah ah my little raven. I never said you'd cum today," Kakashi cooed as he laved the sole of one foot only to move to the other and nip at the pads of his toes.

Sasuke groaned both in pleasure and irritation. He was beyond over sensitive at this point and each time he was about to cum the gloriously painful vibrator would die inside him. He was rocking in his seat just trying to get the soft, silicone device inside him to rub and cause the friction he so desperately craved but a painful pinch or bite always followed, admonishing his impatience.

"Patience, I'm not done with these beautiful feet," Kakashi taunted as he dipped his tongue between his toes before sucking one into his mouth.

"Mmmn," Sasuke groaned, being gagged, it was all he could really do. The first time the professor showed an affinity towards his feet he was a little weirded out by it but the things he could make him feel quickly outweighed his own reservations.

Kakashi loved seeing his stoic TA's perfect ivory skin all flushed and sweaty as he writhed in pleasure. The sound the young man made as he tortured him in the most erotic ways was his own personal aphrodisiac. Everything about the Uchiha was beautiful, his soft, milky skin, his silky midnight hair, his deep galactic eyes, his smooth baritone voice and his tall muscular build, but his feet were something otherworldly. The first time he saw them he had to bite back his moan. Sasuke's feet were well taken care of like the rest of him, the bones and tendons showed magnificently with each twitch. The skin was soft and smooth and his toes were perfectly proportionate. Kakashi never wasted a chance to worship the glorious appendages.

Sasuke's squirming and panting reached its peak after being denied his orgasm for the sixth time. Tears were running down the younger man's cheeks as his body trembled, the pleasure he felt was bordering on agonizing from sensitivity. Sasuke's balls were so firm he thought he could crack nuts on his nuts. His cock was throbbing and leaked enough precum to resemble his actual release. A sharp electric jolt shot through him as the vibrator violently abused his prostate, he was so relieved when the professor turned it up instead of off. Sasuke threw his head back as a strangled cry gurgled around the red ball gag. Then before he found release the vibrator died again.

Flashback ends.

Sasuke's hips thrust uncoordinatedly into his fist as he chased his orgasm. With a raspy groan he shot his load into an awaiting tissue. His muscles were tense as he stroked himself through his climax. When his dick softened he wiped himself off, tossed the tissue and zipped and buttoned himself up. How many times was he going to jerk it at work to the memories of his enlightening professor?