Author's Notes: This fic is rated M for a reason! Explicit man on man sex lays ahead, and not much else. Please use your discretion when continuing on to this chapter. I'm assuming that if you're reading this, then you already knew what was coming, but this is just a reminder. Also, aside from the bit back in chapter nine, this is my first time writing anything of this sort. Please feel free to leave me any tips or criticisms in the reviews so I can get better. Anyway, Naruto and characters belong to Masashi.
Iruka was shaking by the time he reached the bed. He sat on the edge, between Genma's legs, and turned big brown eyes up to his blond companion. Genma was trembling almost as much. He caressed Iruka's face, their eyes locking briefly before swooping in for a kiss and gently laying Iruka out on his back as their lips pressed gently against each other. "Are you sure?" the tokujo whispered as he pulled out Iruka's hair elastic and finger combed through the dark tresses. "Because I can wait as long as you need...,"
"Are you saying you don't want to?" Iruka whispered back, his lips pressed against the underside of Genma's jaw. Genma shivered, goosebumps raising over his bare arms. Oh, he wanted to, alright. Instead of responding, he peeled Iruka's shirt off of him and let himself lick, kiss, and nip any skin he could reach. This was a dance they had danced before, searching out and exploiting any sensitive spots on each other's bodies, but today it was a means to a different end. As soon as he had connected Iruka's use of the word 'gift' with the glance at the bedroom, Genma had understood what Iruka had planned. And though he was painfully excited, he was nervous.
Genma had never taken anybody's virginity before. And the way the teen looked at him made him almost want to find a way out. Iruka trusted him, trusted him to make it good and meaningful and pleasurable, but Genma wasn't sure he could. He tried to think of what Iruka would tell him if he voiced his concerns, and he could almost hear the soft voice saying, "Just treat me the way you were treated your first time." Genma shuddered. There was no way that was going to happen, but it did give the blond an idea. Treat him the way you wanted to be treated, he told himself, and that eased his nerves.
His tongue trailed across the dips of Iruka's collarbone as his fingers gently roamed over his ribs and sides. He nestled himself between firm, denim clad thighs as he left a trail of kisses down the middle of a dark chest. His hands massaged thin hips, and then reached around to grip at a tight, round ass as he took a nipple into his mouth. Iruka sighed and arched into the feeling, one hand knocking away Genma's hitai-ate to feel the soft blond hair underneath, the other slipping under the collar of Genma's shirt to touch the sensitive skin between Genma's shoulders.
When the light suction on Iruka's nipple turned into a soft pull of teeth and then a hard press of the tongue, the brunet let out a mewling whine and Genma smirked around the nub in his mouth as his hand came up to tweak the other one. A noise of approval rose from the back of Iruka's throat as he ground his hips up against Genma's stomach. "Before we get too far into this," the tokujo whispered around the pebbled nub between his lips, "You have lube? Condoms?"
Iruka nodded, his hand lifting in a vague gesture toward the bedside table. Genma untangled himself from his Chuunin and opened the drawer, bringing a couple condoms and a still sealed bottle of lube back down to the bed with him before squirming out of his tee shirt and tossing it somewhere behind him. He paused then, trying to decide if he wanted to have Iruka undress him with those skilled fingers or if he should just do it himself now to save time and get them closer together faster.
He stayed like that, crouched and hovering over Iruka, thinking and watching, his lust building, for a good few moments before Iruka shifted. He watched as Iruka's hands, the sexiest thing about Iruka, in Gen's opinion, trailed down over his own tanned torso, following the lines and planes of hard muscle. His slender fingers came to rest against the waistband of his pants, teasing the skin of his hips and just barely dipping under the denim. Iruka's gaze locked with Genma's and the teen whispered, "I'm feeling a little hot, aren't you?"
Genma's trance-like state shattered, and he practically ripped Iruka's pants and boxers off, following that action by quickly divesting himself of his own jeans and briefs. He was then back between Iruka's legs, pinning the bronze body down to the bed with his own torso and kissing those full lips as if he'd never get another chance. Tongue wrestled tongue passionately as one hot, hard member ground against another. Iruka held Genma to him by the back of the neck, his fingertips playing with the fine blond hair. The fingers of his other hand dug into Genma's shoulder blade, and the tokujo relished in the fact that Iruka always wanted him closer, closer, closer.
He pressed into Iruka's body everywhere that he could, and he groaned as Iruka scrambled for even more contact. He was panting heavily in Genma's ear, his breath hot and heavy against the older man's skin as he rolled his dark hips against the other's erection, letting it slide against the cleft of his ass. Genma could barely contain himself. Since he couldn't just change his angle and pound into the hot body underneath him, he instead bit down hard on the juncture of Iruka's neck and shoulder, marking him, claiming him. His tongue followed his teeth and lapped at the tender skin, soothing as best as he knew how. The moan he drew from his young partner sent a jolt of lust through his whole body, and unable to resist the temptation any longer, he began to snake his way down the lean body under him.
"Gen," Iruka's voice was hoarse and needy, "If you touch my cock I'll come. Please... I want..,"
Genma let out a sound that was somewhere between a growl and a chuckle. "It's a good thing I wasn't planning on touching your cock then, ne?" He rolled the golden teen onto his stomach and spread his legs wide, nestling himself once again between toned thighs. He kneaded the perfect ass before him with gentle pressure, then spread the bronze cheeks and delved in, his tongue flicking over the puckered entrance. Iruka's body twitched, and he let out a breathy moan as the slick appendage prodded against him. He twisted to look over his shoulder, and he was caught breathless when his eyes connected with Genma's. Everything Genma did looked erotic on some level, even completely innocent actions, whether he was leaning against a wall while talking to someone, or lazed out on the couch reading, rolling that damned senbon between his lips. But this... Genma had never completely oozed sex before tonight, not that Iruka had seen, anyway. The look in Genma's eyes was almost animalistic in how totally raw and hungry it was, and Genma's whole body was tense with anticipation.
"Kami, Gen. I need... I need...,"
Still prodding and lapping at Iruka's opening with his tongue, the tokujo fumbled around for the lube. He found it, broke the seal, and finally pulled his face away from between his partner's asscheeks. "Gods, Iruka, you taste so good," he murmured as he poured some lube over Iruka's behind, then slicked up his fingers.
Iruka squirmed as the cold liquid slid over his skin, but was pleased to find that it warmed under the gentle massage of Genma's hands. A well lubed finger circled his entrance, then slid over it, teasing and testing. As Genma's fingers played over Iruka's skin, the tokujo shifted his position so that he was stretched out half beside, half on top of his young partner. He dropped kisses on Iruka's neck and shoulders, and dragged his tongue across the skin. The younger man sighed into the pillow, relaxed. Genma, paying close attention to the state of Iruka's body, gently pushed a finger in. Iruka's breath hitched, and he lay still.
"Okay?" Genma whispered into his hair.
There was a bit of a.. burning sensation, but it wasn't quite what Iruka would consider painful. "Yeah, just weird," he murmured in response.
"Tell me if it gets to be too much," the blond said, the fingers of his free hand turning Iruka's head so that they could make contact. "Don't try to take it if it's too much."
Iruka kissed his forehead, his nose, his lips with a tenderness that never failed to make Genma's heart flutter. The gesture was one of reassurance and comfort, and Genma thought that that was silly; should it not be he who was comforting Iruka? But the younger man didn't seem nervous at all, just quietly eager. So the finger that was inside the tight heat of his lover began to move, gently and softly thrusting and exploring. He kissed Iruka's mouth with a hint of desperation. His control was being tested. He wanted to be buried balls deep in Iruka's hot body, but he would not, could not, rush the prep.
There was another pause when the second finger was added. And Genma double checked, "You good?"
Iruka shifted his hips, sliding back onto his knees slightly and lifting his pelvis off the mattress. His muscles systematically relaxed then, and he nodded. Genma continued his soft preparation, slow thrusts of his fingers, gentle scissoring, very slowly working his digits deeper inside his lover. When Genma first brushed over the sensitive cluster of nerves inside his partner, it had been purely by accident. The jolt of pleasure that came out of nowhere and shot through Iruka almost had him pulling off Genma's fingers in sheer surprise. "What was that?"
"Your prostate," the tokujo murmured around around a quiet grin. "Good, yeah?"
Iruka let out a shuddering breath as he pushed back against the stilled fingers. "Do it again."
Genma took a firm but relaxed hold of Iruka's hip to keep the teen from jerking away again, then brushed his fingers against Iruka's prostate a second time, then a third, and Genma's anxiety finally began to subside as Iruka's breath deepened in lust. Iruka stilled again at the addition of the third finger, but Genma went for his prostate incessantly and it wasn't too long before the discomfort ebbed away.
It wasn't until he had Iruka moaning into the pillow and meeting the thrusts of his fingers enthusiastically that Genma decided they were ready to try something bigger. As he shifted into position behind Iruka, the brunet turned hesitant eyes on him. Immediately he stopped. "What's wrong, Koi?"
"I want to see you," Iruka whispered, a blush of embarrassment staining his cheeks.
Genma just smiled and put the teen on his back, settling between his legs again. He spread Iruka's legs wide, massaging the tan thighs, then reached for a condom and slipped it on. He positioned himself again, but before he could begin to push in Iruka's hand clamped around his bicep. There was anxiety in the action, and Genma bit his lip.
As if sensing that he'd need to guide Genma now, Iruka murmured, "Kiss me. Please."
Their lips met and their tongue danced together, and both men slowly relaxed. Without breaking the heated kiss, Genma slowly pushed forward, his head breaching the tight ring of muscle. He felt fingers dig into his shoulder and the back of his neck, and he continued to slowly push until he was all the way in. Then he pulled his face back and looked down at his lover.
Iruka's eyes were shut, strain creasing the skin around his eyes. "Hurts?" Genma whispered, and when his young lover nodded he murmured, "Just try to relax." Then the blond was kissing every piece of Iruka he could reach, his tongue and teeth coming out to play as well. After a few minutes Iruka shifted his hips. "Okay?" Genma asked. His heart jumped when he saw a nod.
Genma had never experienced such a tight heat before. He pulled his hips back slowly, and then gently thrust back in, and gods, it was too good. The pace was excruciatingly slow for quite a while, both men needing more but unsure of how to comfortably progress. Genma shifted his angle slightly, and when he sunk in he hit Iruka's prostate. Iruka's moan broke the proverbial ice, and though he kept his thrusts soft, Genma sped up. Both men were panting and grunting, the volume of their lovemaking increasing with each increase of pace. There was a desperation in both of them, and when Genma wrapped a hand around Iruka's cock and began to stroke him in time with his thrusts, the teen howled.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Genma gasped. Iruka's body would clamp down around him every time he struck this partner's prostate, and it was driving him over the edge.
"Gods, Gen, shit," Iruka screeched in response. "Make me cum. Cum for me. Kami, Gen, please. Fuck me. Shit," He was writhing and babbling, and when they were finished and he'd remember what he'd said, Iruka's face would burn with embarrassment, but that didn't matter. They were both so close. Genma gave Iruka's member a hard jerk as he drove himself into his body and ground against his prostate, their lips meeting in a desperate, biting kiss, and the bronze teen was coming hard. His back was arched and taut, like a bow pulled back, and he dragged Genma over the edge with him.
They collapsed together, a sweaty mass of arms and legs. Iruka's breath came in puffs and gasps, and Genma's heart was hammering away in his chest so hard he thought he might be having a heart attack. He pressed Iruka's hand against his chest and murmured, "I think you're killing me," and the teen laughed.
"You're just old," he whispered in response, his fingers tracing feather light patterns over the planes of Genma's back.
The blond shivered and pulled gently out of his lover, stipping himself of the condom and tying it off before tossing it in the direction of the bedside table. He then jerked the blanket out from underneath them, wrapping them up in it together. Iruka was surprised to find Genma tucking himself under his chin, curling up on his chest like some sort of attention hungry kitten. And then he smiled, running his fingers through blond hair. "So. You love me, huh?"
Genma kissed his neck softly. "Yeah. I love you. I love you. I love you."
Iruka fell asleep to the sound of those sweet words being repeated over and over, whispered softly against his skin, and the pinging of rain smattering against his apartment.