CW: Smut

The door closed firmly behind us, cutting off the bright sun and wrapping us in quiet, cool shadows. I led my visitor down the hall towards the living room, grabbing the pillow from where it laid on the ground as I passed. I crammed it behind me as I sank into the corner of my couch. Shibi sat, not in one of the other chairs in the room as I had expected, but on the opposing corner of the couch. He shifted uncomfortably as he settled.

"I apologize again if I interrupted something."

Just a conversation about you.

"No, it's completely fine. I'm always happy to see you."

"Is that so?"

We sat in silence for a moment, Shibi sat erect on the edge of the couch and twiddled his fingers while I tried to figure out ways to help him feel more comfortable.

"Would you like me to make some tea?"

"No, thank you. I wanted to…"

He pursed his lips, unable to finish the sentence.

"You look uncomfortable."

"I can't stand the smell of cigarette smoke."

"You get used to it." I sighed.

"I don't think I could ever accept…it's unimportant."

His voice trailed off into silence, and his head turned down to watch his own nervous hand movements.

"There was something you needed to talk about, right? Is it Shino again?"

He sighed.

"No, nothing like that. I came today to ask you if you…wanted…to…"

His voice is strained. That high note in those words doesn't suit him.

I looked him over carefully.

He's blushing, and his hands haven't stopped moving since he arrived. What's got you so nervous? Is this his idea of a 'date'?

"To…?"

"I…nevermind, I'm sorry, this was silly, I should have-"

Please don't leave.

His nervousness made him quick, so he was already one step towards the door before I caught up with him. He took a step backwards, his back connecting with the wall behind him as I stepped forwards to pin him there. His hands came up to rest on my shoulders, neither pulling me forwards nor pushing me away. I took another half step forwards, pressing our bodies closer together and letting one of my hands land on his hip. I propped himself against the wall behind him with my other hand, leaning in close beside his ear to murmur.

"Were you looking for something like this?"

He nodded, swallowing silently.

"I've been thinking about it since that night you came to visit me, you know? About what it would feel like to sink my teeth right here…"

I traced a line on his neck with the tip of my nose and felt him shudder beneath me. I pulled back to look at him. His body was relaxing against mine, but his face still looked pinched and uncomfortable.

Too much?

"Close your eyes."

He squeezed his eyes tightly closed. His whole face was puckered like he was waiting for a blow. I gently took his glasses off and slipped them into his pocket.

"Relax."

I moved my hand from the wall to caress the side of his face, and he leaned into my palm.

He keeps moving towards me, but he looks so unsure.

"You look so uncomfortable…how can I help you? You know we don't have to do anything like this if you don't want to."

"I do, I just feel…nervous. Is that strange?"

Is he comfortable because he's kissing me, or just because I'm a 'he'?

"Not at all. Just think about this like any other kiss."

He opened his eyes, unable to keep them squeezed so tightly for very long. When they met mine, they looked tired. His voice was lower, more exhausted now than anxious.

"I don't think that would help. I don't even remember my first kiss."

"Really!?"

I felt the shock spread over my face more quickly than I could contain it. He crossed his arms between us and glared at me defensively.

"I'm sure a lot of people don't. Why does that matter? What was your first kiss like?"

"Mine? I was…I think it was at a party back in school. We were playing Seven Minutes in Heaven. Someone grabbed me and pushed me into the closet with…well, who it was isn't important."

I felt myself growing warm at the memory of my adolescent panic.

I had no idea what I was doing back then. I was so nervous that I nearly gave up and ran away, but then Guy pulled me in and…it was natural after that. Grinding against him in the dark that night was also when I learned I was more 'well endowed' than most. Who knew?

"Ah. I don't think I went to any parties like that."

Well, I have a coat closet that's mostly empty.

"Hmm…wait a moment."

I stepped back from him and headed into the kitchen, returning just a moment later with an egg timer. I grinned at him mischievously.

"Would you like to play~?"

Shibi's lips pressed together and I saw his shoulders rise and fall as if he had taken a very deep breath. He nodded, face as sure and as grave as the gallows.

"When the timer goes off, the seven minutes are up."

I twisted the timer and then placed it on the floor behind me. It started ticking away loudly in perfectly measured increments. I opened the door to my coat closet and pushed the one garment hanging inside towards the wall. I held out my hand towards him. His fingers shook as they took mine, but he allowed me to guide him inside with me. I shut the door. As soon as the darkness was complete he dropped my hand and looped his arms loosely around my waist. I reached up and lowered my mask, leaning in close to him.

"If you want to stop before the timer goes off, just say so, okay? You do not have to do anything that you don't want to do."

"I'm okay."

I slowly brought our mouths together for an instant, barely allowing myself to feel how soft his lips were before I retreated.

That was probably the most chaste kiss I've ever given in my life.

I felt him shudder and exhale, his whole body twitching as if struck by lightning. His arms tightened around me. His lips found mine again in the dark, pressing against me in an insistent, unpracticed manner. I crossed my arms behind his back, pulling him towards me while allowing him to lead. He kissed me again, letting out a quiet, desperate noise while he moved his hands up my back and came back down to sink his fingers into my hips.

What's that cute noise? He's much more hungry for this than I thought, now that he can hide his embarrassment in the darkness.

I leaned back slightly, resting my weight against the wall. He took the break in the kiss as an opportunity to readjust himself, turning so that he could lean against my shoulder while one of his hands rested on my chest. When he kissed me again I flicked my tongue along his bottom lip. His lips parted and allowed me entry, which I took full advantage of. He tasted faintly of the red tea.

Needed some extra courage to come visit me?

I pulled away from him again and felt his hand tighten on my chest. He massaged the muscle there in small circles through my shirt.

What's that in his pocket? It's stabbing me in the leg. Maybe I can readjust it without bothering him.

I kept one arm wrapped over his shoulder and with the other I reached down to gently shift the object so that it wasn't between us. Shibi gasped, his head folding downwards to slam against my shoulder. I froze. I heard the buzzing of at least a dozen of his beetles as they shot out of his coat and started flying frantically around the ceiling above us.

Oh.

"Sorry, I didn't realize that was your…"

His own hand left my chest and moved down to find my length, palming it and rubbing slowly. I let my own hand begin to move again, barely brushing over him through the fabric of his pants. His head remained locked against my shoulder, and I felt him turn his face to kiss the fabric of my shirt. I pulled him closer with the arm that I had looped behind him and rolled my hips against his hand, feeling him trying to get a firmer grip. His breathing was getting rough, and the sound of his insects was getting louder and louder.

So worked up just from this?

"Is this what you wanted?"

"Y-yes."

I moved my hands more deliberately, focusing my attention on rubbing his head. I could feel a damp spot beginning to form on the fabric. He returned my efforts with a soft groan, working harder to give me the same satisfaction.

It'll take more than that for me to get anywhere, but it does feel good.

"I think I'm…going to…."

Already?

His voice melted into a groan. His hand ceased its movements and clenched up, and his whole body went stiff. I kept his body held tightly against mine and continued moving my hand in the same measured manner, adding and releasing pressure with each pass. I pressed my cheek against his bowed head, whispering down to him.

"Are you about to cum for me~?"

"Kakashi, please kiss me."

He barely managed to whisper the request. The sound of that desperate plea was nearly lost in the deafening hum of the insect wings moving above us. The quiet sincerity of his request made my heart skip a beat.

How long has it been since someone needed that of me?

I pressed my lips against his as my other hand moved. He shook again, his mouth opening against mine as he finished. His lips moved to form some words, and I heard "I think I-" before the egg timer went off. He collapsed back against the wall beside me. I planted a small kiss on his forehead, then lifted my mask back into place and opened the door.

"Let's get you some water, hm?"

"...thank you."

Shibi sank to the floor. His beetles hurriedly scrambled back into the cover of his coat.

What a mess. How cute.