Tsunade finally allows Sukea to stay at the Senju estate during his last visit to Sakura before the wedding, but only because she has struck a deal with her daughter: no more infernal wedding talk until within a week of the event.
"You're a sweet boy, Sukea-kun," Tsunade says fondly. "I would have allowed you to stay sooner, but a certain grumpy old man didn't like the idea."
Tobirama. Sukea wonders how much longer it will take for him to win over the Senju elder.
"I appreciate your hospitality, Tsunade-sama," Sukea says with a respectful bow.
He meets with Sakura in the gardens afterwards, and she is aglow with excitement.
"We're going to spend so much time together," she says, blushing when he skims her knuckles over his lips.
"Are you sure you won't get sick of me and change your mind about the wedding?" he says, teasing.
Sakura's eyes glitter with mischief.
"I don't think so." Then she smiles slyly at him. "How good are you at climbing onto rooftops?"
Intrigued, Sukea says, "I can't say I've done it before, but it sounds doable."
It doesn't take much for Sakura to cajole Sukea into agreeing to visit her room at midnight.
"To talk?" Sukea asks doubtfully.
Sakura rolls her eyes. Then she presses a kiss into his neck.
"We can talk too," she says, amused.
At midnight, as soon as the clouds veil the moon, Sukea shrugs on the hood of his traveling cloak to shield his hair then he looks out of his window.
When the guards surrounding the main building face the other way, Sukea places a foot on the window sill and hauls himself up onto the rooftop with ease.
Crouched low, Sukea moves silently until he reaches a large red maple tree.
He hangs upside down to glance through the window below him —
And comes face to face with Tenten.
"Fuck!" Tenten whispers, stumbling back. "You scared the shit out of me!"
Sukea's face blazes with warmth. Then he blinks in surprise when he sees that Tenten is also wearing a dark traveling cloak.
"I didn't see you, and you didn't see me," Tenten whispers immediately. When Sukea nods, she points to her left. "Sakura's room. Play nice, lover boy."
Sukea swings his body through the correct window, landing silently on all fours right in front of Sakura, who has been pacing back and forth.
He looks up at her from underneath his hood and grins. With a relieved sigh, she gets down on her knees and holds his face in her hands.
"Any trouble?" Sakura asks.
"Almost," Sukea says. His ears pick up on the subtle creak of the roof tiles; Tenten is on the move. "But nothing I couldn't handle."
Apparently emboldened by their newly granted privacy, Sakura takes his hand and places it on her face. She peers up at him through her eyelashes, a wicked gleam in her green eyes.
Breathing hard, Sukea watches helplessly as she lightly bites down on his thumb and licks it.
"Sakura —"
"You can't compose and recite all that poetry to me for months and not expect me to try for more than just a chaste kiss when we're finally alone," she says quietly. "Don't you want to touch me?"
Sukea swallows.
"Of course I want to touch you," he says gruffly. "But once I do, I won't be able to stop."
Sakura smiles and leans in closer to him so that her lips brush against his when she speaks.
"I'm counting on that."
Sukea laughs, then he traces his thumb over her lips.
"Can I kiss you?"
Sakura smiles that breathtaking smile.
"Always," she says.
He presses his lips over hers, his blood tearing a hot fiery path through his veins. Without breaking the kiss, Sakura pushes him to a sitting position and straddles him, her hands sliding the cloak off his body.
"Sakura," he groans when she bites down experimentally on his neck.
"You can tell me to stop," she murmurs against his neck.
"Have you — have you done this before?" Sukea asks, dazed.
Sakura pulls away from him momentarily and raises an eyebrow.
"I really haven't," she says honestly. "But I've had plenty of time to think of what I want to do to you."
Her fingers lightly brush over his erection.
Sukea exhales sharply.
If she keeps touching him and talking like that, he won't make it through the night without doing something irreversible.
So he grabs her hand, kisses the soft skin of her palm, and says, "Why don't you let me do something for you?"
Sakura's eyes gleam.
"Tell me."
"I want to kiss you here." He slides his hand down her side then settles it on her hip before bringing it to her center.
Sakura blushes.
"Have you done this before?" she asks.
Sukea grins.
"No," he says. "But I've read some interesting literature that makes me want to try it."
Sakura smirks.
"Who let you read such depraved pieces of writing?" she asks playfully.
"My father," Sukea says, shaking his head ruefully. "But for once, I think he had the right idea." He kisses her nose. "Stand up."
She does, and she blushes when he gently pushes her so that her back is flush against the wall.
When he gets down on his knees and puts her legs over his shoulders, he looks up at her and says, "Are you ready?"
"Yes," she says softly, tangling her fingers in his hair. Then with a cocky grin, she says, "Let's see how valuable your findings are."
Judging by the way Sakura writhes and shakes above him, the things he has read hold plenty of value indeed. Over the next two nights, Sukea returns to Sakura's room so that they can continue exploring each other's bodies with their mouths and hands until —
"I need to have you," Sakura says, her eyes dark with desire. "Please, Sukea."
He grits his teeth. Her naked body looks beautiful under the moonlight, and beneath him, she has been rubbing her wetness up and down the length of his cock; it would be all too easy for him to slip inside her.
"I want to," he says hoarsely. "But we shouldn't."
Sakura licks her swollen lips and says, "Why? Because we're not married yet?"
Sukea does not trust himself to speak, so he nods tightly.
"We will be married in three weeks," Sakura says softly. "And I will bear your children. What difference does it make, whether we begin now or later?"
Sukea laughs low in his chest.
"That tongue of yours is dangerous," he says
"Don't you forget it," she says, leaning up for a kiss. And when she trails her fingertips along the underside of his length, she innocently suggests, "You can finish in my mouth if that makes you feel better."
"Fuck, Sakura," Sukea groans, screwing his eyes shut.
"So? Can we?" she murmurs against his ear.
"Yes," he says, squeezing her hips.
He watches as she slowly guides his cock inside her, as much of him as she can; it takes everything in him not to come.
"Are you alright?" he barely manages to ask.
"Yes," she says, taking shallow breaths. "Are you?"
"If you give me a minute, I will be," he says in a tight voice, closing his eyes.
Eventually, they begin to move together, and they laugh breathlessly at the strange sounds their bodies make in their joining. The laughter is soon replaced with harsh breathing; Sukea grits his teeth as he bucks against her faster.
"Sakura," he gasps. "I can't —"
He can't pull himself out of her in time; she feels too good around him like this.
"I want you," she murmurs, low and breathy. "Please, Sukea."
He spills inside her, groaning into her neck and rocking against her as she squeezes her legs around him tighter.
He collapses on top of her, and she hums, sounding very pleased with herself as she trails her fingers up and down his spine.
"I'm sorry," he says, his lips still against her neck. "You didn't come."
Sakura giggles.
"You gave me three orgasms earlier. I think I'm alright." Sukea looks up in time to see the sly glint in her eye. "And you're here for three more nights, aren't you? I think we can figure out a way for me to come while you're still inside me."
Sukea groans deep in his throat.
"You can't keep talking like that, Sakura," he says, exasperated.
"Why?" she asks innocently. "Does it make you want to try again?"
His cock, still inside her, hardens in response.
The next night, Sakura discovers that being on top is her favorite position, and for good reason; she can bring herself to orgasm within minutes if she moves fast enough.
Sakura has now managed to fit all of him inside her, and Sukea clenches his jaw as she grinds herself on top of him.
"I'm going to come," she moans in his ear, bucking against him faster.
He has brought her to orgasm on his mouth and fingers several times over the past few nights now, and while he is familiar with the sweet clench of her inner walls, Sukea is not prepared for how such a sensation would feel around his cock.
She comes, and he sits up to stifle her gasp with a kiss. As she rides out the rest of her orgasm, Sukea grabs her waist and snaps his hips up with an aggression he didn't know he possessed.
He comes, and she swallows his harsh grunt in her mouth. Still breathing hard, Sakura lays down on his chest.
"That was really good," she says with a happy sigh.
"I didn't hurt you? At the end?" he asks, suddenly self-conscious.
She looks up at him with some mischief.
"No," she says playfully. "That was my favorite part."
Sukea kisses the top of her head, tenderly scooping her hair off her sweat-dampened neck.
"You're so beautiful," he says. "I love you."
There is a small, intimate smile on her face.
"I love you too," she whispers back. "And I can't wait to do this with you every night when we are finally married."
Sukea grins and moves his hands over the shapely lines of her hips and thighs.
"I'm here for two more nights," he murmurs against her hair.
It is the most sleepless week of Sukea's life, but he regrets nothing. His last morning at the Senju estate is tinged with barely contained excitement.
"The next time I see you, it will be our wedding day," Sakura says, blushing.
"I can't wait," Sukea whispers.
With a final nod at the Senju, who have already exchanged their goodbyes with him and are now standing a distance away to give him and Sakura some privacy, Sukea finally clicks his tongue. And as he rides away, he continues to twist his body around to take final glances at his beautiful bride until all he can see is a tiny pink dot in the horizon.
Four days later, Sukea is greeted by Kakashi at the gates of the compound, the fond smile evident in the older man's eyes.
"That's the look of a boy who just had his first kiss," Kakashi says slyly. "Possibly more?"
Sukea's cheeks feel very warm.
"I'm telling you nothing," Sukea says loftily, avoiding eye contact.
Kakashi slings an arm over Sukea's shoulders and pulls him in close.
"Nothing at all?" Kakashi says with a mournful sigh. "Let me live vicariously through you, Sukea-kun."
Sukea has never denied Kakashi anything, but stronger than the desire to preserve Sakura's privacy is the selfish need to keep the carnal knowledge of her body to himself.
So as they walk to the stables, Sukea indulges Kakashi with a whimsical but ultimately useless description of Sakura's skin, her hair, her eyes —
And Kakashi groans in exasperation, holding a hand up.
"Enough," he says, clearly regretting his request for Sukea to speak in the first place. "Those aren't the details I wanted."
Sukea laughs. He knows.
"Nii-san, you are a deviant."
Kakashi shrugs.
"It's a charge I won't deny, little brother."
Kakashi is tired.
And frustrated.
He has not had a full night of sleep for three nights now.
And it is entirely his fault for not having enough self control to mind his own business as Sakura slips into the other room when she thinks he is sleeping and touches herself in the dead of night with little more than flimsy shoji doors to shield her from his eyes and ears.
Not that sturdier doors would do much to stop him from nudging them open each time she quietly slips out of their room.
And so Kakashi has kept watch as he has done since Sakura's rescue, one eye fixed on her as she works one hand in between her legs and arches her back when a particularly good orgasm ripples through her body.
It helps not to touch himself while she does this. That way, he can tell himself that he isn't watching Sakura for his personal gratification, not even when he breathes in deep to drown himself in that dangerously addictive scent emanating from her.
And it helps not to close the doors all the way before he silently settles himself onto the futon face down to hide the rather inconvenient erection straining against the thin fabric of his sleeping pants.
Because if Sakura decides to continue, despite finding the doors open every time she comes back, then that is her prerogative.
Kakashi ignores the whisper in the back of his mind that reminds him how even Rin had been uncharacteristically shameless with her desires around the time she began to show.
They say nothing of this new nightly ritual. Not that they have had much time to speak; Kakashi has taken to training an extra hour earlier with Genma to keep himself sharp, and sparring with the candidates takes up most of Kakashi's day. After clan dinners, Sakura spends evenings either monitoring or patching up each grievous injury Kakashi has inflicted onto his fellow clansmen, returning long after he has retired for the night.
Thankfully, this is his final day proctoring the second test. As he waits for the first spar of the day, Kakashi resists the urge to rub the heels of his hands into his eyes; it will ruin the paint.
Instead, he glances at Sakura. She is sitting with the elders, her shoulders relaxed and her face positively glowing from a solid night of sleep.
Kakashi understands.
He too would probably sleep soundly after six or seven self-induced orgasms every night.
Sakura looks back at him, an innocent smile on her face.
As though she hadn't left the doors cracked open for him last night and faced the doors so that he could see exactly how she liked to be touched.
(Small, tight circles around her clit to bring her to orgasm; slower, wider circles during orgasm to make her back arch and her limbs twitch.)
Kakashi was not arrogant enough to take such a brazen display as an invitation. His confrontation with her about that special tea taught him that Sakura enjoyed playing games of her own, and for all he knew, this was just another one, probably to punish him for looking in the first place.
So Kakashi took his punishment, keeping his hands by his sides, no matter how much he wanted to open the doors and join her.
But how much of a punishment was it, really?
Watching a woman who knew her body like this was erotic beyond comprehension. And for a moment, it was gratifying.
Almost like he had fucked her himself.
Almost.
Kakashi pulls himself out of his thoughts and sighs through his teeth. He flexes his arms to divert the blood flow away from his quickly forming erection. And with all the pent up frustration in his body, he attacks the first candidate of the day.
And Kakashi is relieved because fighting is almost as good as fucking.
Almost.
Only one of today's candidates manages to strike him three times, marking a total of fifty nominees to pass the second test.
The clan celebrates the end of the second test with a festive dinner. Sake is passed around. Everyone roars with laughter when Ichiro and Kenji have their first sip and scrunch their eyes shut.
Everyone except Kakashi.
Kakashi has had three nights to get acquainted with the dangerous, primal scent of Sakura's arousal, and even though it is subtle, he can pick it up now, underneath her usual perfumed soap.
She smells good.
She smells like she is ready to get fucked.
So Kakashi does not laugh along with everyone else.
Instead, he breathes slow shallow breaths so that he does not pin Sakura down to the table and ravage her in front of the whole clan.
When she squeezes his wrist underneath the table, Kakashi clenches his jaw and looks at her questioningly.
"You look like you're about to snap in half," Sakura says, leaning in close so that he can hear her over the din of the dining hall. "Are you alright?"
The question ghosts over his skin. The hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. His ponytail, still slightly damp from having just been washed, sticks uncomfortably to his spine.
"Just tired," Kakashi says half-honestly.
"I don't blame you," she says, tilting her head slightly. "All those spars must have been exhausting."
This exposes the elegant length of her neck. Kakashi's fingers twitch under the table. She still has not let go of his wrist. And he has made no effort to remove himself from her light grip.
"Not really. They're only spars," Kakashi murmurs.
Sakura sighs before waving cheerfully at Kenji.
"I think I understand," she says, taking a sip of tea. "It's not quite like the real thing."
No. No, it is not.
Kakashi looks at her out of the corner of his eye.
"At least you've been sleeping well," he says mildly.
Sakura raises an eyebrow, a faint smile on her face.
"I could be sleeping better," she says. "And so could you, by the looks of things."
Kakashi freezes. It is one thing for her to fuck with him in private. It is another for her to do it in public.
"Sakura, don't," he says, his voice rumbling deep in his chest.
The teacup pauses halfway to her lips.
"Don't what?" she asks idly. "Gauge your interest more directly?" When he does not respond, Sakura takes another sip of tea then says, "Don't misunderstand me, Kakashi; I enjoy the symbolism of an open door just as much as you do, but why open doors when we can talk instead?"
Kakashi exhales slowly.
"Do you really want to talk about this here? Now?" he asks in a low voice.
She blinks at him innocently over the rim of her cup.
"You brought it up first, Kakashi. But we can talk later if it makes you feel better. I'd hate for you to lose your composure in front of the whole clan," Sakura says primly.
Implying that he cannot control himself around her. Kakashi almost laughs.
"There is nothing else to talk about," he says.
Then he squeezes her wrist three times.
She slowly turns her head to face him. Gone is the wide-eyed innocence; it has been replaced by a predatory hunger so intense that Kakashi immediately hardens in response.
Maybe she's right; maybe he can't control himself around her.
But she isn't doing that much better around him either.
"I'm done eating," Sakura says, slightly breathless. "Are you?"
High off the familiar sensation of adrenaline rushing through his veins, Kakashi nods. And with a steady hand, he sets his chopsticks down.
They excuse themselves from dinner. Everyone understands; after all, Kakashi has had a trying week.
But before they make it out of the dining hall, Ichiro and Kenji stop them in their tracks.
"Taichou! Sakura-oba-chan!" they chirp.
Kakashi could strangle them. Or break their bones. Whichever hurts them more.
"Yes?" he says pleasantly through a saccharine smile.
"We wrote a poem for you, taichou," Ichiro says.
"It's about how we kicked your butt during the second test," Kenji says proudly.
"Can we read it to you?" Ichiro asks.
Kakashi realizes he is being silly. Why choose between strangling them and breaking their bones when he can do both?
But then Sakura stifles a laugh, and the affection in her smile makes Kakashi buckle.
With a sigh, he says, "I'd love to hear it."
Kenji whips out a scroll and unfurls it. To Kakashi's immense horror, the bottom of the scroll hits the floor.
"I'm sorry, boys," Sakura says, giggling openly now. "I'm afraid I can't stay for this reading."
"Me neither," Kakashi says quickly. But when Sakura shoots him a pointed glare, he adds, "But I will. Because this will be quick." He narrows his eyes at them. "Isn't that right?"
The twins recoil ever so slightly.
"Yes, taichou," they say dutifully.
Ichiro launches himself into a dramatic reading, and Kakashi watches mournfully as Sakura walks away, leaving him with the twins.
The next five minutes are the longest five minutes of his life.
He hardly listens to the words; Ichiro begins to add theatrical movements to his performance, with Kenji helpfully adding various sound effects, including but not limited to punching and farting noises.
"Your poetry has improved," Kakashi says generically when his infinite patience finally runs out. "Well done, boys."
"But there are three more verses —"
"Goodnight!" Kakashi says cheerfully, pushing through the twins to slip out of the dining hall.
Kakashi practically runs home. And when he sees Sakura by the front door with Ume, Kakashi slows down to a nonchalant walk, eventually coming to stand next to Sakura.
"— help manage your hot flashes as well," Ume is saying.
"Thank you so much for accompanying me, Ume-san," Sakura says politely. "And for your helpful advice."
Ume shoots Kakashi a disapproving glare.
"Why on earth would you let Sakura-hime walk home alone, after everything that's happened to her?" she asks.
Kakashi manages a tight smile.
"I didn't let her do anything. She's the one who walked ahead without me," he deadpans.
Sakura represses a laugh.
"I'm very lucky you were there, Ume-san," Sakura says. "Have a pleasant evening."
Before leaving, Ume narrows her eyes at Kakashi one more time.
"Take better care of your wife, Kakashi-sama."
Behind his back, he feels Sakura loop a finger into the obi around his hips.
"Believe me, I'm trying my best," he says through his teeth.
Kakashi does not bother waiting for Ume to fully turn around before grabbing Sakura's arm and pulling her into the house.
"I need you inside me," she whispers, hurriedly sliding the front door shut. "Right now."
He understands.
"Take your clothes off," he grunts as he disrobes.
He watches her slip out of her yukata with that same fluid grace the first night she did this for him and tries not to gloat, even privately to himself, when her eyes drop down and widen ever so slightly at the sight of his cock.
Kakashi puts his hands behind her thighs, obscenely slick with her arousal, then he lifts her, slamming her back against the nearest wall as she wraps her legs around him.
It hurts to be this close to her.
But he only has to wait a few seconds more.
Kakashi breathes in her scent. Coats his fingers in her arousal, but with a deft, feather-light touch out of deference to some years-old rule put in place for him, because the power in his hands always made Rin a little nervous.
He exhales harshly as he lubricates his cock for her, and when it is slick enough for his liking, Kakashi thrusts himself into her and —
It is —
She feels —
Kakashi's mind stutters as tries to anchor himself to the moment.
Hot. Wet. Tight.
He feels her muscles flutter around him as she adjusts herself to his girth. She is breathing short, shallow breaths.
Then she squeezes her legs around his hips tighter, to swallow the rest of his length inside her.
"Fuck," she gasps. "Kakashi, please."
Kakashi clenches his jaw. Remembers to breathe.
Then he begins to fuck her.
He digs into her at a particularly sharp angle, and the way she cries out lets Kakashi know that he's already found it, that sweet spot inside her that will send her reeling towards exquisite ruin, that will have her committing to him for as long as she can breathe.
So he adjusts his grip on her thighs, tilts her pelvis upwards for more consistent access to that angle, and —
"Harder," she moans.
The circlet bounces off her head and falls to the floor, unforgotten, and —
She is begging him for something, her mouth soundlessly forming the word please over and over again with each thrust, and what a shame it is, because her voice, usually so elegant and measured, sounds sinfully good when it is low and throaty and breathless.
But more importantly, he needs to know what she wants.
"Please what, Sakura?" he asks, slowing down.
Slowing down does not appear to help her. The length of his cock drags along the sensitive nerves of her top inner walls, and Sakura's already heavy breathing comes out in short whimpers and whines.
"Sakura," he says in a low, warning growl. Her unfocused eyes snap onto his face, and he can feel her looking at his scar again. "Tell me what you want."
Sakura shivers and bucks impatiently against him.
"I want to come," she finally manages to gasp. "Kakashi, please. Let me ride you."
He exhales sharply as he feels himself get even harder.
"You don't have to ride me to get what you want," he purrs into her ear.
Pumping his hips at that same, torturously slow pace, he places a forearm underneath her buttocks, then four fingers on the swell of her belly as his thumb finds her clit. It is hot, wet, engorged, and Kakashi rubs small, tight circles into it, the way he saw her do last night.
"Oh," she exhales. When she begins to buck against him faster, he matches her speed with his hips and his thumb. "Oh yes, just like that —"
Sakura dissolves into a disheveled moaning mess of pink hair, impossibly green eyes, and luminous skin beneath him.
And Kakashi understands how Sukea gave in so easily despite wanting to save himself for the wedding.
Her legs are squeezing around him so tightly that his hip bones are probably pressing fresh bruises into her thighs. Kakashi breathes, feels his cock get harder, keeps fucking into that sweet spot inside her because she is so close, he can feel her getting so close —
"I will fuck you like this whenever you want," he snarls gutturally. "And I will make you come every single time, as many times as you want. All you have to do is ask."
Suddenly, her entire body stiffens beneath him. With the whole length of his cock inside her, he stops thrusting so he can keep circling his thumb around her clit with that sharp precision she likes so much; he is rewarded with an impossibly tight pulse of her inner walls around him. And then another. And then another.
Experimentally, Kakashi only thrusts his hips and circles his thumb against her in time with these pulses, and each one squeezes around him tighter and stronger than the last.
He didn't know it was possible for a woman's body to feel like this around him.
Kakashi's vision blacks out momentarily.
He breathes to bring himself back.
Her jaw has dropped open in a soundless scream, and as the rest of her body finally begins to twitch, she gasps out one word:
"Fuck." And: "Kakashi." Then, a whimper: "Kakashi."
He clenches his jaw, restrains himself from finishing. She has to come for as long as he can make her, so that she dares not forget she can feel this only at the mercy of his hands.
Two fat tears leak out of her eyes, but there is the most beautiful, elated smile on her face. Soundlessly, she mouths his name, and deep down in his bones, he knows that in this moment, she belongs to him.
And more nefariously, he finally understands why Sukea did not want to share anything other than the details of Sakura's obvious beauty.
Because Kakashi would rather murder legions of men than let anyone else know her like this, even in their imaginations.
Something inside him snaps. With several emphatic thrusts, he explodes inside her.
He sees stars. He sees nothingness. And finally, he sees those green eyes, staring up at him like he is a thousand bolts of lightning crackling through the sky.
Wordlessly, Kakashi scoops her into his arms and carries her to the bedroom, settling her down onto the futon.
Sakura looks up at him, her lips softly parted as she catches her breath.
"Whenever I want?" she asks, echoing his promise from moments earlier.
Kakashi closes his eyes. Feels his cock get hard again. How could he ever hope to refuse her when she looked and sounded like that?
"Whenever you want," he confirms quietly.
Sakura smirks as she looks down at his erection.
"Come here," she says, spreading her legs for him. He watches with some perverse sense of ownership as evidence of his pleasure spills out of her and dribbles down the smooth skin of her thighs.
Shaking from the new rush of adrenaline, Kakashi kneels before her.
And he hisses through his teeth when she locks her legs around him again and sinks herself onto him.
He jerks his hips into her, and when she takes his hands and puts them on her breasts, he curses under his breath.
"I want your hands on me," she whispers, forcing his hands to squeeze. "Harder, like this."
He has already begun to suspect it, but this is confirmation: the rules for Sakura's body are very different.
And it is extraordinary how exquisite her fingers feel against his as she runs his hands over her neck, over her breasts —
Experimentally, he squeezes hard enough for her breasts to spill through his fingers, and he laughs low in his chest when this prompts Sakura to buck against him harder and faster.
She is voracious.
She is debauchery made flesh.
She is his.
"Say my name," he murmurs, nose-to-nose with her as he slips his forearm underneath her lower back. With his other hand, he begins those small circles around her clit again. "Keep saying my name, Sakura."
She does. It comes as reverent whispers, and then moans, and then a muffled scream when he slips his hand out from underneath her to cup it over her mouth, enough to stop her voice from carrying outside the walls of their home but enough so that he can still hear her sound out the syllables of his name.
His other hand does not leave her clit.
She is getting tighter around him again, and Kakashi finally lets out a groan, low and guttural and dangerous right into her ear.
She is coming again.
This time, the rhythmic pulses squeeze around him faster, and by some miracle, he holds out long enough to fuck the last waves of that orgasm out of her.
When her upper body slumps bonelessly into the floor, he grabs her hips with both hands and wrenches her up and down onto his cock until he erupts inside her one more time.
Carefully, Kakashi pulls out of Sakura. Clenches his teeth to stop himself from laughing self-indulgently when he feels more wetness leaking out of her.
And he settles himself down next to her, his chest rising and falling in time with her harsh breathing.
She stretches languidly, cat-like, before nestling herself into his side.
A comfortable silence stretches out between them. Kakashi marvels at it. Marvels once again at how perfectly she fits the hollows of his body, especially when they are naked.
"Is this alright?" Sakura asks suddenly, looking down at their entangled limbs.
Kakashi almost laughs; it is a bit of a ridiculous question, all things considered. He hums vaguely and wraps his arm around her to bring her closer into him.
She relaxes against his body.
Kakashi closes his eyes. Keeps his mind and his heart carefully blank. Keeps his hands away from the curve of her belly.
"What if I need you and you're training?" she asks suddenly.
He raises his eyebrows.
"I may not be able to do it for you right away, but I'll get to it eventually," he says, amused. With his fingertips, he follows the line of her delicate collarbone. "Is that fair?"
"Yes," she says.
She is on the verge of falling asleep; he can hear it in her voice.
But her voice is also low, sultry, and it makes Kakashi hard once again. He closes his eyes, tries to will the erection away because even if she offers her body to pacify his appetite, the sex won't be as good if she is tired. Years of experience have taught him that.
So when he feels Sakura's fingers trailing the underside of his cock, he inhales sharply and looks at her.
"What are you doing?" he asks hoarsely, hardly daring to get his hopes up.
Sakura rises to sit, her pink hair cascading down her back in loose, messy waves.
"Touching you," she says, and Kakashi groans loudly when she takes half of him into her mouth.
"Why?" he says, propping himself up on his elbows so he can watch her. She is on all fours perpendicular to him, so he can see the graceful silhouette of her side profile and the smooth lines of her body.
"Because you're hard and I want to make you come," she says, or at least that's what he thinks she says; she still has his cock inside her mouth, and Kakashi fights not to grip his hands into her hair and fuck her face.
As Kakashi's eyes trail up the back of her smooth thighs, he almost begs her to let him fuck her from behind, but then she somehow manages to fit all of him into her mouth, and for a moment, his vision goes white.
Then she swirls her tongue around the base of his cock and then his balls, even managing to brush the tip of her wet tongue against the inside of his thigh, and he forgets what he wanted in the first place.
Because now, all he wants is this. Her throat, her tongue, her lips on him.
Then she chokes, hard.
Kakashi immediately pulls her off him, quickly scanning her face. She looks confused. There are tears in her eyes from when she choked.
"Not like that, Sakura," he says firmly. "Don't hurt yourself on me."
She nods. Licks the side of her mouth. Kakashi watches, distracted.
"Then I'll do it this way," he barely manages to hear her say.
Sakura mounts him, and Kakashi leans back on his elbows again so he can watch her bounce up and down on him. Her breathing comes out slow and measured, and her pupils have eclipsed the green of her eyes once more.
She likes being watched.
Such an explicit realization of the obvious almost sends him over the edge, but he stops himself when she tugs his wrist towards her. He stretches his fingers out, ready to touch her breasts, but he grunts loudly and jerks his hips up into her when she puts his hand on her face, takes his thumb into her mouth, and sucks.
Too late, Kakashi sees that gleam of satisfaction in her eyes.
This is a game to her, he realizes.
Because more than being touched, more than being watched, more than having him fill her with his cock, she likes making him lose control the most.
"You are being bad," he growls at her, and she confirms all his suspicions in one fell swoop when she grins, squeezes his cock inside her, and slowly drags her tongue over his palm and up his thumb.
Belatedly, he realizes it is the same thumb he used to make her come.
Kakashi sits all the way up and flips her so that she is on all fours.
"Hold onto something," he says darkly, positioning himself behind her.
Sakura looks back at him over her shoulder as she grips the futon. Her green eyes are practically black now.
Then she bounces herself against him to take his entire cock inside her.
Kakashi sees white.
He holds onto her hips and ruins her the way she wants him to, fucking into her hard and fast and deep, fucking into her with reckless abandon. He is hitting that sweet spot inside her.
(She is smart. Once she is able to think straight, she will realize the only thing that really gets him off is seeing the woman beneath him rendered useless with pleasure.)
She is dripping down his thighs. She is moaning incoherently, and he catches his name in there somewhere.
She is coming.
And so is he.
Kakashi empties himself into her for the third time with broken, vicious thrusts, and before her limbs buckle and collapse beneath her, he moves quickly to cushion her fall with his body.
"Fuck," she whispers into his chest.
He laughs breathlessly and takes a few moments to revel in that giddy looseness sinking pleasantly into his limbs.
"Are you alright?" he asks eventually.
Kakashi gets no response. At least, not a verbal one.
But the sound of Sakura's deep breathing is satisfying enough.
Before Kakashi drifts off, he grimaces as a bolt of guilt shoots through his chest.
Because whether Sakura is aware of it or not, he feels himself selfishly staking his claim on more of her with each passing day, all while she carries Sukea's child.
Because whether he likes it or not, this singular encounter with Sakura has eclipsed all his years of tender, passionate lovemaking with Rin.
Kakashi breathes.
Then he soothes that guilt with the equally painful realization that despite having done all that with Sakura, he still remains innocent to the feel of her lips on his.