The first night they settled for exploratory touches, both of them leaning into the part of themselves that like to assess a situation before diving all the way in. That first evening he discovered and took full advantage of the sensitivity of Sakura's pink nipples, enjoying the gasps that rose from her throat as the minutes ticked by. She picked up on his positive response to sharp but harmless bursts of pain, and rewarded him with an uptick in nips at his skin and tugs on his hair. After the first hour and a half of slowly stripping each other of every article of clothing, finding all the sensitive areas of each other's bodies, and learning how they liked to be touched, they finally moved to his bedroom. Curled against each other back to front, they used their palms and fingers to bring each other to orgasm, Sakura's murmurs of encouragement against his ear sending him careening toward his finish quicker than usual.
A week went by in that slow, delightful manner, and then he was called away to Rain for three days. The days' proceedings dragged to make each day feel like two, and every evening he mourned the absence of her touch as though he hadn't broken a years-long celibacy only the week before.
He didn't even bother with stopping by his office when he and his detail returned to Konoha late on the fourth evening, more interested in his bed (and who was currently laying in it) than retrieving messages. If there was an urgent enough matter, his agents would reach him. He dismissed the ANBU who had travelled with him, then hurried inside to his living quarters.
Once inside, he dropped his gear by the door and crept toward his bedroom quietly in case Sakura was coming off a difficult shift at work. He moved stealthily to his side of the bed, slipping out of his pants, shirt and mask in silence. The small lump Sakura made among the blankets didn't stir even as he slipped under the sheets, but when he turned, her eyes were gazing back at him.
"Welcome home," she murmured sleepily, her arms coming around him. Warmth shot through his chest at her greeting, and he leaned in to kiss her. He meant it merely as a return greeting, but as she played with the short hairs at the nape of his neck and deepened their kiss, he got the impression she wasn't going back to sleep right away.
"Missed you," she whispered against his mouth, and he hummed in agreement, then encouragement as her palms traced down his back. Her fingertips explored his body with careful tenderness, as though she were testing his interest.
"You must be tired from traveling…" She said as she broke their kiss and nuzzled against his jawline.
"I'm not that tired," he assured, nuzzling against her neck in return and dropping a hand to her hip to confirm his interest. Her night shirt brushed against his arm as he moved, and his other hand began to reach under the hem before her next words stopped his progress.
"Can I take care of you tonight?" she asked against the outer shell of his ear, and his dick involuntarily twitched in response. It was true he wasn't tired, but he also wasn't going to say no to that.
"All right," he agreed, and even in the darkness of the room he could see her smile shift from innocence to mischievous. She already had something in her mind for their night.
"Lie back," she told him gently, pressing her hand to his chest. He did as commanded and then let her prop a pillow behind his head. She straddled his chest and then slid lower, leaving chaste kisses in her wake as she settled against his abdomen. She suddenly titled her head to consider him for a few moments.
"Can I bind your wrists?" she asked, and he could hear both excitement and trepidation in her voice. She didn't move or touch him further while she waited for his answer.
He thought for a minute. "I think I have a bit of rope in the closet," he told her, unsure if she already had a binding item in mind or if he was anticipating her next question. "Second shelf on the left, behind the books."
He watched as she got up and made her way into the closet, returning with the bound rope he had mentioned. "Can I use it on your wrists?" She asked again.
"Yes," he agreed, then lifted his arms so his hands were on either side of his head and hovering near the headboard.
She seemed to scurry back to her previous position as if afraid he might change his mind, but then she leaned forward, lowering his arms a bit before beginning to unfurl the rope and twine it between his wrists and the headboard. Her night shirt pressed against his face as she worked, and he resisted the urge to press his face forward and suck on her breasts through the fabric.
He would behave for now.
"Good?" Sakura asked once she secured his arms on the headboard behind him.
Kakashi gave it an experimental tug and then rubbed his wrists against the rough texture of the rope. "It's good," he assured. It was secure, but Sakura was careful: He could pull out with enough force, and the coils of rope were tied around his wrists to offer a comforting pressure but not cut off circulation.
He had never been overtly into bondage despite what people thought about shinobi possessing a kinky nature (or a man who read erotic literature in public.) He did enjoy an edge of pain to his pleasure; however, these days he was careful, knowing it could tip him into a darker mindset he was no longer interested in fueling.
It reminded him of a conversation with Shikamaru. He had once made Temari of Sand so angry there seemed to be some difficulty with reconciliation. Kakashi had never seen his strategist more miserable or panicked as he had been that week, and then he had asked Kakashi for time off to head to Suna in an effort to get back in the kunoichi's good graces.
He was clearly successful, but when Kakashi had asked Shikamaru why he, a man who hated putting effort into anything, put so much energy in a romance with hurdles like politics and distance, Shikamaru had told him Temari was the only person who could keep his shadows at bay. Kakashi understood the statement wasn't referring to Shikamaru's ability as a shadow user, but the idea that a single person could make such a drastic change after so much had happened felt impossible to Kakashi.
Now, with Sakura, he had begun to understand. She was somehow able to set his desire and hope alight while still keep all his darker tendencies in check.
"Kashi, are you okay?"
Kakashi glanced down to see Sakura curled against his side, looking up at him expectantly. He must have gotten lost in thought.
"I'm sorry, Sakura. I'm still good."
She smiled softly. "Just relax. I've got you." And with that assurance, she was detaching herself from his side and straddling his naked torso again, looking very much like a cat ready to pounce on her favorite plaything.
He had no complaints. He did, however, whimper rather pathetically as she took her time unraveling him with gentle caresses and soft kisses across his body. In these moments he sat on the cusp of discomfort and elation, the attentions she gave him akin to both care and worship. No one, man or woman, had ever touched him the way she did; he had never allowed it, had never been willing to succumb to the vulnerability of it. Desire, lust, longing: those were things he was well-acquainted with during his life.
IThis/I, with her, was unchartered territory.
She pressed her mouth to different parts of his body at a leisurely pace, but the softness of her touches eventually ebbed away into the familiar thrum of desire. He felt himself try to lift his hips to meet her eager mouth when it dipped past his hipbone, but she stayed his movements with only one palm pressed firmly against his hip, and he groaned at how hot he found it. There were few people in his life who could claim power or control over him, but Sakura easily managed both.
He grunted in impatience, trying again to rock closer to her despite knowing how futile it was. She chuckled in amusement at his efforts and he groaned in defeat, relaxing his straining muscles and letting her manage their pace.
"That's better," she praised, then nuzzled his cock affectionately.
He thought he might lose his mind when she pulled away, but then she pushed his legs further apart so she could settle between them. Her warm hands slipped from his waist to curl passively against his inner thigh, ceasing control of his movements.
"Are you going to be good and give me your cum, Kakashi?" She purred, and then she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock.
"Where'd you learn to say things like that?" he heard himself say, but then his mind went blank as she sucked at the sensitive head and finally allowed him to rock forward until his cock hit the back of her throat. He pulled against the rope and felt the bite of it against his wrists, and then he was descending into mindless gasps. She worked him toward his release with a relentlessness that had her name falling from his lips while her tongue and the muscles of her throat caressed him as she swallowed him down.
When he came back to awareness, she was lying against him again, a satisfied smile gracing her features despite having not been touched herself. He opened his mouth to protest the unfairness of not getting to touch her, when he suddenly noticed the familiar presence of Sakura's chakra within him.
Puzzled, he tried to push away the fog and locate the entry point, only to find it moments later settled just inside the skin of his wrists. He glanced up at the rope, still intact and attached to the headboard, his bound wrists moving against the harsh texture. He must have been continually rubbing against the material; he could suddenly feel the bite of pleasure-pain where his skin should have been rubbed raw but instead was tingling with the quiet work of Sakura's healing.
He shifted his focus back to his lover and offered her a small pout. "You haven't come yet."
"I know. Would you like to watch me?" She grinned up at him. "I can show you how I touched myself while you were away."
He groaned, heat spiking low in his belly. He shouldn't have let her get him off so quickly. "Show me," he agreed, and then she was hovering over his stomach, hips raised and knees spread so he had the perfect view of her.
He watched, enthralled, as Sakura pressed the pads of two fingers against her clit, circling at a quickening pace and periodically dipping both fingers inside her folds to tease and gather the increasing wetness gathered there. She was quiet at first, as usual, and then her breath began to catch in her throat. The smell of her arousal traveled to his sensitive nose, and he knew he wasn't going to be able to remain passive much longer.
"Let me taste you," he growled, and was only temporarily appeased when she pressed her fingers against his lips. He opened his mouth and sucked at them greedily, lapping at them with his tongue in a show of what she could have if she would come closer or release his wrists. He didn't care which she did at the moment, but he Ineeded/I to touch her.
She must have sensed his impatience with the bindings, because she reached up and cut him loose with a flick of chakra-laced fingers. She didn't pause in playing with her clit with her other hand, and he reached his own toward her entrance, eager to make her cum on his fingers.
He slid a single digit along her entrance, planning to tease her a little, but she pushed against it eagerly. "Yes, fuck me with your fingers," she encouraged, and he lost all will to move slowly. He pressed the digit inside her as she commanded, followed by a second, and eventually a third at her continued pleading.
As with the previous times they had coupled together, her pants became cries of his name while she chased her release, impaling herself on his fingers as she rubbed her own against her clit faster.
"Louder," he urged, pressing his free hand against her cheek. "Let me hear how good you feel."
"You're very demanding tonight, Hokage-sama" she huffed out a laugh, then gave a small yelp when he nipped her shoulder in retribution.
"Sakura," he murmured in warning.
"I know, I know, " She panted, then placed an open-mouthed kiss of apology to his newly-healed wrist. "Kakashi." She followed with another utterance of his name, this time a low moan, and then her hips were snapping erratically against his hand, fucking his fingers in desperation of release. She clenched around them and keened loudly, and he watched, transfixed, as her orgasm overtook her, then left her trembling against him in a warm, dewy heap.
He slipped his fingers out of her and eased her onto his chest as she caught her breath. He was half-hard again by then, but he could feel the exhaustion in her body as well as his own. He thought she might fall asleep like that, but after a few moments she lifted her head, a pleased smile in place as she captured his hand that had pleasured her and brought it to her mouth. He groaned as she slowly sucked his fingers clean, her gaze never breaking his until she released his hand and leaned forward to kiss him.
As her tongue dipped into his mouth, he could taste their mixed fluids and he moaned again with unchecked desire. He felt her reach down between them to grasp him in her palm, but stilled her hand against his stomach. Next time would be it: He wanted to feel her clench around his cock as she came.
"I want to come inside you next time," he told her, nipping at the small pout she gave him at being denied more play. That seemed to mollify her hunger for more, because she hummed in agreement and slid down his body to curl against his side.
"Do you think your ANBU detail will ever watch us?" She suddenly asked, a quiet smile adorning her face. She traced her fingertip along his ribcage, and his body fluttered in response.
"I don't think they will," Kakashi answered honestly. He hadn't given it that much thought; this was, after all, a pretty new arrangement. "Is that something you're worried about?"
"No, not exactly…"
Kakashi paused and looked down at her, something else entering his mind for consideration. "Do you want them to?"
He watched, delighted, as Sakura flushed a deep pink that traveled from her cheeks, down her neck, and across her collarbone. She opened her mouth as though to respond, but no sound came out.
Kakashi sat up then, settling his forearms against the mattress so she could see his expression held no judgement. "Tell me," he encouraged.
She swallowed and averted her eyes. "I'm not sure. There's something thrilling about the idea of them watching you come apart by my doing." The smile she gave Kakashi when she peeked up to see his response was just the perfect balance of embarrassed and wicked.
"I'll keep that in mind," he promised, watching as her smile transformed, all embarrassment quickly fading away.
