Kakashi suggested that since money was tight they exchange favors instead of gifts that year. Iruka wasn't surprised that he asked for something sexual. But, he was so shocked by it that he had to ask him to repeat himself.
"You want me to what?"
He blushed and hid his gaze under his eyelashes as he looked down at his steepled fingers. He looked entirely too innocent. Iruka's mind filtered what it could to make the request sound less offensive.
"I want you to *** me in the *** wearing a *** and then I want to *** the *** from the ***."
Iruka indulged him. Then lay back, panting, with what was left of his conscious mind after his earth shattering orgasm and thought to himself, He wouldn't. He couldn't. Could he?
Kakashi grinned, eyes shining with gleeful defiance. He did. And he maintained eye contact the entire time, coming off hard into his own hand and across Iruka's skin. What disturbed Iruka most about the sight was that, though under pain of death he would not admit to it, he knew he would be getting off to the thought of it for long, long time.
"Oh dear." Iruka covered his face but could not look away. He peeked through the cage of his fingers. "I think we may have reached the nadir of our depravity."
"Go team." Kakashi shivered, cast the emptied prophylactic aside and held up a palm, presumably for a high five. "Promise you'll never leave me Iruka-sensei."
Iruka left Kakashi's hand hanging in the air. "I cannot believe the things we just said to each other."
"I think it's safe to say my job here is done." He lowered his hand and made a show of examining his fingernails. "Has anyone ever told you you'd be fantastic at writing erotica?"
"I cannot believe the things we just said to each other," Iruka repeated, numbly.
"Well, I would eat it out of almost any container." Kakashi laughed. "We should try the floor next time."