A rustle of keys, hurried footsteps, and a soft feminine voice speaking on the phone.
Kakashi opened his eyes. Sakura was back.
He gazed at the teen sleeping so deeply in his arms and nuzzled at his hair, breathing in his scent of sun and summer, salt and arousal. He missed his scent more than he cared to admit. He could spend hours like that, holding on to his body and breathing him into his lungs.
He missed him with every fiber of his being.
Kakashi brushed his hair, now spiky and short, and missed the unruly strands that used to dance unevenly around the teen's head. Naruto did look more mature like that, and he no longer hid under the canopy of wild hair, but Kakashi missed the gentle softness he could drown his fingers in. Perhaps he could convince him to keep it just a little bit longer. Perhaps…
He eased his touch when Naruto's breath shifted. It wasn't his intention to touch him so soon after his arrival, but Naruto's desperate kiss left little room for anything else. He had not intended to go beyond kissing, either, but Naruto's eager, almost surprised reaction to every kiss and caress and touch left his self-restraint in tatters. He covered him in kisses and bites, marking him as his, and explored every inch of him –
Well, almost every inch. Naruto melted when he touched him, which made Kakashi wonder what kind of response he would get for kissing his feet, trailing his tongue up, and sinking his teeth into the teen's thighs…
Perhaps a kick, he thought, smiling when he remembered how the teen headbutted him.
His smile faded away as he, once again, breathed Naruto into his lungs. He spoke without thinking, and Naruto crumbled. Part of his distress was his desire not to disappoint him.
It is my fault. He caressed Naruto's soft, unblemished skin. I made him wait for too long. He placed too much weight on this moment. And then we rushed. He tangled his fingers in Naruto's hair, gently brushing the short strands. He endured too much abuse to recognize his own boundaries. I must be careful. He huffed. Our first kiss was in a hallway. And we had a witness. He flinched at the thought since that was also not what he had planned –
But life with Naruto, he began to realize, was as unpredictable as the teen himself. Perhaps it was a good thing, he noted as he kissed Naruto's brow. He would have never planned to date a teen, least of all a former student who happened to be his teacher's son –
How can you expect me to be mad at you, even slightly, when you are more precious to me than my own life?
He kissed his nose, his temple, his hair – wherever he could reach.
"Mmm," Naruto grumbled, rubbing his head against Kakashi's collarbone and curling into his embrace. "Such a dog," he complained, his voice rough and sleepy. "At least make me coffee or something."
Kakashi huffed. "You drink coffee now?" he asked quietly, caressing the teen's hair.
"M a grown-up," Naruto protested to his neck. His eyes were still closed. "N' hot chocolate doesn't… mm… keep you awake. I had to study," he breathed shakily. "Don't go."
Kakashi eased back into the mattress, which was too soft and probably cheap. He would need to –
Later. "How can I make your coffee if you don't let me go?" he asked and buried his smile in the teen's hair.
Naruto grumbled again, displeased. "Fine," he sighed in defeat. "But you have to come back, and then we cuddle."
Kakashi could no longer hide his smile. "All right. How do you like your coffee?"
"Sakura makes it."
"I see," Kakashi muttered dryly. "Does she prepare your bento, as well?"
Naruto hmmed. "How'd you know?"
"Lucky guess." He untangled himself from Naruto and wrapped the teen in the blanket. He found his shirt in the mess and began to dress.
He could feel Naruto's groggy eyes glued to his back. "You'll tell me about the scars, one day?" the teen asked, touching the one that cut through Kakashi's lower side, just underneath his ribs.
"One day," he promised. He finished and turned around, smiling softly at the sight of Naruto, curled under the blanket and gazing up at him, eyes unfocused and lips slightly parted. He leaned down and kissed his cheek. "I'll be right back," he promised.
Naruto blushed, which was almost sweet enough to tempt him to stay, but he did promise him coffee.
Kakashi ran his fingers through his hair, got up, and walked to the kitchen. He turned on the kettle and searched for mugs.
A door opened – and Sakura popped her head, grinning at him and wiggling her eyebrows. "So?" she asked excitedly. "Can we open a champagne and celebrate Naruto's lost virginity?"
Kakashi tried to glare at her, but the young woman was Tsunade's student and refused to budge. "My, my. A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell, Sakura."
The pink-haired woman balanced her hands on her hips and looked, for a moment, exactly like her teacher. "Said gentleman nearly had sex – " she ignored Kakashi's cough, " – in the hallway, so said gentleman can forget about his gentlemanly status."
"I see," Kakashi replied, keeping his voice dry. "You're as imaginative as always." He found two mugs. "Naruto said you make his coffee."
Sakura rolled her eyes but smiled. She walked into the kitchen and prepared Naruto's drink. "One teaspoon of coffee, one sugar, and the secret – " She grinned as she added a teaspoon of instant hot chocolate. "Don't tell him. He's oddly proud of the fact that he likes coffee now. I guess it has something to do with you." The water boiled, so she added a little bit of water and a lot of milk. "You came at a terrible timing," she commented. "Naruto's flying tomorrow."
"I know," Kakashi replied as he prepared his drink. "That's why I came."
Sakura looked at him, eyes wide, mouth wide – and squealed.
Kakashi edged back from the unpleasantly high pitch, covering his ears. "Stop it," he growled.
"Sorry! Sorry!" She covered her mouth, giggling. "Forgot you're a wolf. That's so cute!" She gave him an oddly knowing look and smirked. "You just want to be Naruto's first time for everything, don't you?"
Kakashi picked up the drinks and prepared his retreat. "It's just a flight, Sakura."
"And yet, you're here." She took out her phone. "I'm telling Sasuke. He hates you now," she added offhandedly. "He says you're setting unrealistic standards for boyfriends everywhere."
"Tell him to stop whining and try harder," Kakashi replied.
He balanced the drinks, opened the door and closed it behind him, and returned to Naruto's side.
The teen fell asleep, so Kakashi sat on the bed, placed the drinks on the nightstand, and guided the teen to rest his head in his lap. He brushed his hair with one hand and picked up Naruto's sketchpad with the other. The drawings revealed the world as Naruto saw it – they allowed him to rediscover the university that was his home for most of his life through Naruto's eyes. He picked vibrant colors and interesting perspectives, which Kakashi hoped indicated the teen was happy. He drew the rest of the people just as colorfully – Jiraiya working, for once, instead of ogling students; Sakura – studying with her tongue sticking out, cooking with a calm smile, sleeping on top of her notes, dancing while cleaning; a few more drawings of students Kakashi did not know; and him.
Naruto drew him on almost every page.
He drew him just as brightly, with vibrant colors and smooth strokes. Most of the time, he drew him thinking, sleeping, petting the dogs. But sometimes, Naruto drew him looking directly at the viewer, his eyes soft and gentle, his lips graced with a small smile, and… he looked insanely, head over heels, in l-
Kakashi flipped the page and blinked.
The rest of the drawings were in black and white. In fact, the first colored drawing was a self-portrait. Naruto scrunched his nose as he drew himself, going for an odd expression, and Kakashi wondered if that was, perhaps, a practice with colors rather than an actual drawing.
Naruto never drew himself.
The teen shifted, his breath quickening, so Kakashi quickly tore the drawing, folded it carefully, and hid it in his pocket. It wasn't a good drawing – not up to Naruto's standards, at least – and the teen looked vulnerable as he gazed at himself like he did not like what he saw. Unlike the loving hand with which he drew Kakashi, the lines were harsh and edged, and Kakashi could recognize his own discomfort mirrored in Naruto's portrait. The drawing was personal, unrefined, and Kakashi could not leave it behind.
Naruto moaned, stretched, and nuzzled at Kakashi's stomach. "You're back," he breathed.
"I am. I brought coffee." Kakashi caressed the teen's hair. "Do you want to sit up?"
Naruto nodded. He pulled himself up and curled in Kakashi's lap. He was still naked, so Kakashi draped the blanket over him, anchored the teen against his chest, and only then offered him the drink.
He kissed the crown of his head, and Naruto leaned against his chest in response. "Did Sakura teach you how to make it?" he mumbled, sipping his drink. "She refused to tell me."
"She did," Kakashi replied quietly. "I am not telling you either."
Naruto huffed. "Don't care. I wanna wake up like this forever," he breathed. "S'nicer than sparkly ghost."
"Spectral form."
"Stop making up words."
Kakashi huffed. He abandoned his snarky reply in favor of planting another kiss on Naruto's forehead. "Ramen?"
"Yeah! I'm driving."
"Can you get us there in less than an hour?"
An elbow jabbed his ribs. "Keep mentioning that and I won't get us there at all."
Kakashi chuckled. He bit his thumb until he tasted copper and touched the bruise on Naruto's neck. When it disappeared, he moved his wounded digit to the next bite mark, slowly erasing his handiwork from earlier.
Perhaps he had gone a little overbroad. Naruto's neck and shoulders were covered in bruises and bites.
The teen noticed his attention and wriggled in an attempt to see what Kakashi was trying to heal.
"Stop moving."
"But I wanna see!"
"I'll end up staining the sheets instead of healing you." He took Naruto's drink, placed it on the nightstand, then wrapped his free hand around Naruto's shoulders and pinned him against him. When the teen continued to resist, he growled and bit his ear.
He wanted to calm him like one would do to an excited pup.
Instead, Naruto's eyes flickered close as he arched into his touch, his breath shaky and erratic.
Kakashi's nostrils flared when he smelled him, hot and heady and ripe –
He did not need Naruto to shift uncomfortably to realize his actions had a larger reaction than he had expected. He nipped the teen's ear, savoring the choked gasp the move elicited, and murmured, "Do you still want to see?"
Naruto's hands gripped Kakashi's knees as he leaned into his chest and nodded shakily. He spread his legs, plastering them against Kakashi's thighs, and shuddered when the light blanket teased his growing erection.
Kakashi still anchored his shoulders against his chest, but his hand moved to curl around Naruto's neck and jaw and guided him to look at his cock. With his other hand, he threw the blanket aside and traced his fingers down Naruto's chest, grazing his nipples and the lean muscles that hardened in response.
Naruto gasped and leaned into Kakashi's touch. "You're such a fucking tease," he complained.
Kakashi huffed and blew hot air in Naruto's ear. "Tell me what you want me to do," he said, his voice raw and soft. "I will listen."
Naruto grabbed the hand that held his jaw with both of his, separated two fingers, and all but shoved them into his mouth.
Kakashi grunted when the teen's tongue curled around his digits, sucking and wetting them with earnest, and hardened in response. He pulled the teen flush against his torso, growling softly at the added friction, and shifted so the teen was pressed hard against his cock. He traced a hot tongue up Naruto's neck and moved his seeking hand downward, spread the teen's legs further apart, and caressed the inside of Naruto's thigh.
Naruto bit him in response, his moan muffled, and Kakashi increased the contact as he bit and sucked Naruto's neck. His fingers felt slick and moist, so he removed them from the teen's mouth, his eyes widening hungrily at the spit that spilled down Naruto's jaw, and traced his fingers down his chest like he did before –
Naruto moaned, grabbed his wet hand, and placed it firmly on his dick. His eyes fluttered close as his chest gave out and his breath shivered against wet, red lips…
The sight was beyond enticing. Kakashi allowed Naruto's hands to guide his movement as he worked the teen slowly. His other hand, however, was more demanding. He cupped the teen's jaw, angled his head, and kissed him.
His tongue lapped at the wetness around Naruto's mouth and then deeper, his hunger insatiable as he tasted every part of him. He could feel the blond's shaky breaths as they clashed against his tongue, and then Naruto shifted – just slightly – and kissed him back. He started to get bolder, more confident, and Kakashi hummed when Naruto's tongue met his own.
His erection began to strain against the fabric of his pants, demanding contact with Naruto's bare skin, and Kakashi had to resist grinding into the warmth that wriggled in his lap.
The teen tried to move his hand faster, so Kakashi growled into his mouth. He wanted to work him up slowly, build up his orgasm and –
Naruto bit his tongue, growling back.
Kakashi angled his head away, freeing his abused tongue, and guided Naruto's head forward. He bit his ear and licked the shell when Naruto moaned in response. "I want you to watch," he breathed, tracing featherlight kissed down the teen's neck. "Don't look away."
Naruto nodded shakily. His stomach jumped and hardened when Kakashi tightened his hold, stroking him slightly faster. His eyes fluttered close as his rugged breaths clashed with bruised, burning lips –
"Open your eyes," he murmured, slowing his pace. "Good. Like that."
Naruto gasped audibly, leaning hard against Kakashi's chest and into his hand that, once again, stroked him slightly faster.
"Don't close them," he ordered quietly as he ran his thumb over the teen's leaking dick.
Naruto jolted up into his touch – and Kakashi's hand returned to restrain him against his chest. He leaned closer, collecting each gasp and muted moan that escaped Naruto's mouth, and traced his fingers down the teen's chest.
He pinched his nipple just as he caressed the head – and Naruto gripped his thighs and arched back – and cried out his name.
Kakashi's breath stumbled as he leaned closer and kissed the teen's cheek. "Do it again," he rasped. His self-restraint was in tatters, but he managed to slow down. His dick, however, just got harder. Everything Naruto did was intoxicating. His skin was the softest thing Kakashi ever touched, unmarred and beautiful and golden under his pale fingers. His breaths were desperate and warm and unrestrained. His muscles twitched and danced so eagerly in response to his lightest touch. His lips felt like heaven.
Naruto huffed, aggravated, and cupped Kakashi's cheek. He tangled his fingers in his hair and pulled. "If you stop." His breath faded in a shaky rush. "Fuck. Fucking with me."
Kakashi shifted closer and bit the blond's neck. "Say my name," he growled, licking and savoring the taste of his skin.
The lean muscle below his fingers jumped in response, aching and twitching, and Kakashi sucked the tan skin, sinking in his teeth, as his fingers once again increased their pace, stroking the hot length and caressing the soft head –
Naruto cried out, digging his fingers into Kakashi's thighs, and he yelled Kakashi's name as he became undone in his fist. He shook in his arms as Kakashi kept working him gently, riding out his orgasm, and the man breathed in deep the heady scent of his finish.
He wanted to remember.
He wanted to remember everything.
Naruto melted in his arms, resting bonelessly against him. He moaned and curled into his embrace, his cheeks flushed and eyes dark. "I wanna…" he breathed, closing his eyes when his body twitched from the aftershock of his orgasm. "I wanna do you."
Kakashi cleaned his hand, then leaned back and cradled the teen's head against his neck. "I'm starting to think you don't want ramen – " His teasing voice broke when Naruto traced one experimental finger down the hard length.
Slowly, he remembered.
"You don't have to," he added, his voice more strained than he'd like. "Naruto. It's not a trade." He grabbed his hand before the teen did something that would evaporate every rational thought he had left.
Naruto scowled. "I told you to stop treating me like a kid. I wanna make you feel good because I love you. I wanna see what you look like when you cum. I wanna make you cry out my name, too."
He sat up, leaning on Kakashi's shoulders, and the bright, eager determination made his mouth water.
He swallowed. "Well, probably not the last one," he teased. "I don't yell."
Naruto grinned. "S'that a challenge?" and leaned down and kissed him.
He straddled him and cupped his cheeks as he nipped his lips and kissed his way into Kakashi's mouth. And Kakashi held him close, hugging his waist and caressing the soft, sweaty skin. His fingers traveled down, grabbed Naruto's butt, and squeezed as he rubbed him against his now painfully hard dick.
Naruto groaned, his voice melting on Kakashi's lips, and made a quick work of the shirt's buttons. He removed the shirt – humming when Kakashi helped him shrug it off – and bent down to kiss and lick every exposed bit of skin he could reach. He ravished his neck, licking and biting and kissing, eager to touch every part of him –
"Naruto," Kakashi groaned, stopping his descent. He was close to creaming his pants, and that wasn't an option.
The teen looked up, curious and hesitant, and swallowed when Kakashi undid his pants, shoved down his underwear, and grabbed his dick in his fist.
Fuck. He gritted his teeth, trying to restrain himself as he stroked the hot length. Perhaps Naruto was right; a year of waiting did strange things –
His train of thought shattered when he felt Naruto's hand carefully removing his own. The teen leaned against Kakashi's side, his eyes bright and shining and full of want as he met his gaze and licked his own fingers.
Kakashi's breath shivered. He groaned, his hand tightening its hold on the teen's waist, but Naruto did not break eye contact. He licked his fingers thoroughly, guiding them deep into his throat, closed his lips around them, and sucked.
Kakashi cursed, his hand twitching with the desire to touch himself, to get off of the sight of Naruto sucking his own fingers – but then the teen stopped. He removed his fingers and, just as Kakashi did, traced a wet trail down the man's chest, down the path of hard muscle that hardened even more at his touch, and caressed his dick.
Kakashi hissed, trying to retain his composure, but Naruto was relentless. He stroked him experimentally, tracing his thumb along the tip just like Kakashi did, and kissed him. He took his time, changing the pressure and the speed, his skin impossibly soft.
His uneven, inexperienced touch drove Kakashi's breath shaky and erratic.
Slowly, the blond got the hang of it. He stroked him quickly, fingers caressing and pressuring the pulsing veins, and his lips settled for Kakashi's neck, sucking his skin and marking him.
Kakashi pressed the teen against him, digging his fingers into his flesh. He savored the sensation of him, his scent of sun and sweat, the sweetness of his touch…
Naruto kissed his way up to his lips. "I wanna try something," he mumbled against his mouth. "But… It might be weird. You'll tell me if it's too – "
"Naruto," Kakashi sighed. "Spit it out."
The teen caressed his cheek with his free hand. He blushed, but his eyes were bright and determined. "I wanna lick it."
Kakashi growled. He leaned back and grabbed Naruto's hand, guiding it to cup the head of his throbbing dick as he came in his fingers. His orgasm shuddered through him, harsh and aching and sweet, and he closed his eyes and breathed shakily as Naruto covered him with kisses.
He could feel the teen grinning and huffed. "Satisfied?" he groaned, trying to catch the lips that kissed him and fled, teasing with their lightness.
He opened his eyes to find Naruto grinning brightly at him. "Next time, I really am going to lick it," he declared, his happiness bubbling and addictive. "You looked really cute," he teased.
Kakashi hmmed and caressed the teen's back with his free hand. He hugged him close and reached under his arm, fingers toying with his nipple, and Naruto's grin turned flushed and wanting. "Perhaps next time, we'll do it in front of a mirror." He pinched the hardened bud. "And you'll see what you look like."
"S'too late. I already decided I like your face," the teen challenged, his voice heady. He released Kakashi's now spent dick and lifted his soiled hand. Frowning, he gazed at the cum that covered his fingers – and licked it.
He traced his tongue down the tan digit, following the milky liquid, and licked his lips. "Salty," he announced.
Kakashi growled more loudly than he would have liked. "Stop it," he rasped, his voice raw, and grabbed his hand.
Naruto blinked, eyes wide, and his victorious grin evaporated, leaving behind uncertainty and inexperience. "Um," he managed, "s'that wrong?"
"No," Kakashi sighed, hugging the teen against his chest. "Just… incredibly arousing."
He could feel Naruto's eyelashes fluttering against his neck. "Oh," the teen breathed. He grinned again. "I'm definitely licking you next time. You like it," he decided. He cleaned his hand on the same towel Kakashi used, then hugged his neck. "You're kinky."
Kakashi hmmed. "Says you, who decided to lick my cum."
Naruto punched him. "Shut up. You liked it."
Kakashi kissed his forehead. "Shower and ramen?" he offered.
Naruto nodded. "I'll get you some clean clothes," he managed and skipped to the closet.
Kakashi watched as Naruto rummaged through his clothes. "I brought a spare."
"If it's as ugly as what you wore when you came here, I don't want to see it," the teen protested. "As soon as we land, I'm taking you shopping."
"Don't you want to see the dogs first?"
Naruto picked two sets of clothes – and one towel. "As soon as I meet the dogs and see your apartment and we eat something and fuck – " he ignored Kakashi's cough, " – and sleep, I'm taking you shopping."
He opened the door just a bit. "Sakura! Don't come out!"
Kakashi stared blankly. Oh. Oh fuck. He forgot –
"I'm not planning on it!"
Naruto grinned at him. "Coast's clear!"
And ran to the shower. Naked.
Kakashi huffed, shook his head, and followed. He waited for Naruto to adjust the temperature and leaned against the wall, observing the lithe body as water traveled down the lines of muscle and the curve of his spine.
Naruto turned to look at him and glared. "Oi, are you coming?"
Kakashi hmmed and stepped under the stream. He anchored Naruto against his body – still about four inches shorter – and spilled soap into his palm. He rubbed the teen's back, digging his fingers into the knotted muscle, and Naruto softened against him, hugging his waist.
"You stared again," he accused.
"Does it bother you?" Kakashi murmured. He washed the toned arms, paying special attention to his fingers, and stroked the muscle as he moved his hands up. He cupped the teen's neck, washing it with care, and traced his thumb on Naruto's collarbones.
He could feel Naruto swallowing. "A little," he admitted. "I don't know what you're thinking, and…."
Kakashi cupped his cheeks, covering them in soap, titled his head up, and kissed him. The kiss was short, but he could feel Naruto's desperation and desire melting against his lips. "I think you're beautiful," he rasped, gazing into those bright, blue eyes he could never refuse. "You're no longer the gangly teen I met more than a year ago. I can already see the man you will become." He kissed his eyes, slow and tender. "I have nothing but admiration for you."
Naruto's hold tightened. He buried his face in the crook of Kakashi's neck and breathed. "Good," he managed. "I, um, I thought, because I was skinny then that, um…."
"I know," Kakashi murmured. "You're beautiful, Naruto. I can't stop looking at you."
He could feel the teen grinning against his collarbone. He stopped hugging him but still leaned on him, not breaking contact, as he reached for the bottle of soap and mimicked Kakashi – he spilled an insane amount into his palm and scrubbed Kakashi's chest.
His moves were oddly determined – and inexplicably tender when he touched each scar.
"They don't hurt," Kakashi pointed out. "And you don't need that much soap."
"Shut up. You have a lot of chest."
Kakashi blinked and looked down. He was broader than Naruto, granted, but not by much. His body resembled that of a professional swimmer rather than that of a hardened fighter.
Naruto must have misinterpreted his silence again because he balanced on his toes – and was immediately caught by Kakashi and braced against his chest – and kissed his jaw. "I like it," he added, cheeks flushed. "I like your body. A lot."
Kakashi hmmed. "I know. You drew me naked."
Naruto's entire face burned red. He grabbed his arms, his eyes mutinous, and bit his nipple.
Fuck. Kakashi groaned and shoved the teen away. "Naruto," he managed, his voice dry despite the heat burning in his loins. "Can you please stop seducing me for one bloody minute?"
The teen stared, his lips parted and his eyes growing hotter and hotter –
Kakashi locked his hand on the faucet –
Naruto's eyes widened –
And he turned it in the opposite direction.
Naruto shrieked. "Ah! S'cold! You ass! I'm freezing!"
He tried to reach past Kakashi, but the man caught him in his arms and hugged him against him. The cold water helped, but Naruto began to shiver. He rubbed his back and waited until his erection calmed down.
"If I die, I want the words on my grave to be – killed by my boyfriend's horniness. I only bit you. You overreacted," Naruto protested, tracing his hands up Kakashi's chest in a move that countered everything he had just said.
Still, he wasn't without mercy, so he returned the temperature to normal. "Pace yourself," he replied. "And I promise I will ravish you."
Naruto blinked and looked up. "Um, now?"
"No."
"Because my schedule's free."
"It is not. You still need to pack."
"I can borrow your stuff."
"Naruto."
"Kakashi."
The man shook his head and stepped out of the shower. He dried himself – feeling the teen's eyes on him – and met his wide, flushed gaze. He held out his hand, and Naruto rushed to accept it, lips parted and eyes full of trust, as Kakashi guided him into his arms and dried him.
He ruffled his hair with the towel, smirking when Naruto grumbled in response, and wrapped the rectangular fabric around his body. He hugged the blond, engulfing him in his arms, and kissed his forehead. "I am not going anywhere," he murmured. "And I am not letting you go."
Naruto's hands wrapped around his waist and traveled up, reaching his shoulder blades, and the teen pulled himself as close as he possibly could. "Good," he breathed. He looked up. "Um. Ramen?"
Kakashi smiled, holding him just as closely, bent down, and kissed the teen's willing lips.
Naruto smelled like home.
Notes
Hey y'all!
I'm currently in Kauai on vacation, so I'm a bit slow to answer your comments, but I truly love reading them!
So, yes, Kakashi is whipped as hell and Naruto unknowingly constantly seduces him, which is really fun to write (and hopefully to read)!
Through the next few chapters, Naruto and Kakashi will explore their relationship (sexually and otherwise) so I hope y'all will enjoy their progress 3
So that's it for today! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please let me know what you think, and I hope to see you next Friday!
