Kakashi glanced at the teen sitting next to him, his eyes still glued to the window. For all his complaining about how brown Kaminari was, he could not bring himself to look away. It was, Kakashi had to admit, quite cute.

Still, he found himself wanting more of the teen's attention. Kakashi fixed his eye on the road, one hand casually holding the stirring wheel while the other moved to rest on Naruto's thigh. His fingers pressed into the flesh, just slightly, while his thumb brushed the inner muscle.

Naruto's response was immediate. The teen's breath spiked and his hand moved to hide his semi. "You're so annoying," he complained, embarrassed.

Kakashi breathed deeply, memorizing the sudden heat that colored Naruto's bright scent. "I don't know what you're talking about," he denied coolly.

Naruto scowled, his face red. "Liar. I can see you sniffing, y'know." He grabbed the wayward hand and held it in his own instead. Despite the irritation in his voice, his touch was gentle. His fingers explored the back of his hand. "Are we close?"

Kakashi chuckled. "Yes. This is the university." He drove through the gates. "I can give you a tour, if you'd like."

"Can we do this later?" Naruto muttered, pulling on the collar of his shirt with his free hand. "It's so hot. I wanna shower first."

Kakashi's eye traced a drop of sweat that trailed down Naruto's neck. His mouth watered. "Of course. It might be better," he added. "Kumogakure is prettier at night."

He parked the car next to the small, brown complex and took out Naruto's suitcase. The teen trailed after him, swallowing everything with wide eyes.

Kakashi smiled and unlocked the door. He walked to the bedroom, giving the teen time to greet the dogs.

Naruto laughed as he petted each dog, undoubtedly hugging as many as he could. He greeted each by name, which made Kakashi smile, commented on their energy – and fell silent.

Kakashi planned to unpack, but the sudden silence – and soft whines – worried him. He popped his head out of the bedroom, ready to call the teen's name, but the sight before him stole his breath away.

Naruto stared, eyes wide and lips parted, at the drawings that decorated every wall of the apartment. His drawings. He stood up, as if in a trance, and walked to the nearest painting, tracing his finger over the glass protecting the paper.

"You hung – " Naruto's voice faltered. He swallowed. "You kept them," he said instead. His breath escaped him in a shaky rush.

Kakashi closed the distance between them and placed his hand on Naruto's shoulder. "I did that before, and I would never throw away your gifts. Why are you surprised?" he asked quietly, frowning. There was something more than surprise lurking underneath, hiding behind those soft, blue eyes…

That failed to meet his. Naruto wrapped his hands around his waist and hugged him, burying his nose in Kakashi's chest. "I thought you hung 'em back then to appease me, or something," he mumbled. His voice was muffled.

Kakashi caressed the short, spiky hair. "I like them," he said instead. "They remind me of you." He rested his other hand on Naruto's waist, guiding him closer. "And they are rather impressive. What's wrong?"

Naruto shook his head, composing himself. He looked up and managed a grin. "Nothing! I was just surprised," he deflected. "Mind if I take a quick shower, though? I feel sticky."

Kakashi allowed him to change the subject. "Well, you can definitely take a quick shower, or…" he mumbled as he lowered his head and nipped the teen's ear, "a long bath. What do you say?"

He could feel Naruto's response as the teen dug his fingers into his flesh, pressing his hardening cock against Kakashi's thigh. He hummed and licked Kakashi's neck, tracing his tongue on the rapidly pulsing veins. "Mmm. Salty," he declared, his eyes dark and teasing. "Guess you need to wash too."

Kakashi lowered his hand, sneaking it under Naruto's soft sweatpants, grabbed his butt, and squeezed. "Come," he instructed.

He released the teen –

But Naruto immediately grabbed his hand, his hold a notch too tight, and Kakashi leaned down and kissed his forehead. He held his hand back, thumb brushing his knuckles, and Naruto eased his hold.

He would have to ask about the drawings later, then.

Kakashi led him to the bath and let the water flow, waiting for them to warm up. When the temperature was hot enough, he plugged the drain and smiled when Naruto hugged him from behind, fingers impatient as they undid the buttons on his shirt.

The teen bit his shoulder and Kakashi stifled a groan. He dipped a sponge in the steaming water and squeezed, then poured soap on the sponge –

Naruto's hand stopped him. "I wanna do you first," the teen said. His eyes were bright and his cheeks were flushed and he was already naked. "Take your clothes off."

His voice was lower than usual, almost husky, and Kakashi had no choice but to obey. He stripped while Naruto watched, his eyes ardent, and waited.

"Sit," Naruto said, pointing to the wooden bench. His rapidly moving chest looked so delicious –

Kakashi sat. He waited.

Naruto filled the nearby bucket with the steaming water and, his eyes holding Kakashi's, closed the distance between them. He tilted the bucket and poured the water slowly, watching the process intently. For all his bravado from earlier, his cheeks were still bright red.

Kakashi fixed his gaze on the teen as the water flowed down his chest and back. The mesmerized look in the teen's eyes – as well as his new, almost musky scent – were too beautiful to ignore. The summer sweetness became something else, deeper and heady and intoxicating –

Naruto moved to stand behind him and touched – almost hesitant, soft, and light – the back of his neck. His hold tightened, fingers curling around the base of his throat, and his shaky, warm breath caressed Kakashi's ears.

His fingers moved up, tracing the veins of his neck, and held his jaw, tilting his head up. His thumb brushed Kakashi's lower lip –

Kakashi bit him. "Naruto, are you planning on washing me anytime soon?" he teased.

His voice was dry, but his cock hardened almost immediately. Naruto's touch was as intoxicating as his scent. He wanted the teen to tell him to shut up and behave –

"Oh, sorry," Naruto mumbled and released him. He began scrubbing his back and shoulders, his touch careful and earnest, and dug his fingers into the hard muscle as he massaged the knots away.

Kakashi regretted he spoke. He leaned back into Naruto's touch and rested his head on the teen's shoulder.

Naruto slowed down. His touch explored him again, fingernails grazing his flesh, and he planted a soft kiss on Kakashi's temple.

Kakashi swallowed with difficulty and forced himself to sit still. Damn it.

Naruto washed his hands with devotion, brushing each finger, his pace slow and dedicated and… loving. Kakashi's lips parted as he tried to breathe, but instead of calming himself, he could almost taste Naruto on his tongue.

His body shivered with desire.

Naruto moved to face him. He pushed his legs apart and kneeled before him, then began to brush his chest with slow, circular motions.

Kakashi raked his fingers through his hair and groaned. He tried to restrain himself, but Naruto's nails teased his nipples and elicited a torn growl from his lips.

"Naruto," he managed, uncertain what he wanted to say, but the teen seemed to understand because he shifted closer.

"Do you," Naruto swallowed, his eyes somehow dark and shining at the same time. "Do you like it?" he breathed. He brushed his neck with the sponge, then moved his hand down, tracing the hard lines of his chest and the many scars that cut through it. "S'that good?"

"Yeah," Kakashi coughed, his voice strained. He groaned again and caressed Naruto's hair, resting his hand on the base of his neck. "You look so good like that," he rasped.

Naruto blinked. "Um. Naked?"

Kakashi smiled, revealing his fangs. "Kneeling."

Naruto's entire face flushed. "Well, you look good all the time," he challenged, his eyes darting away, then meeting his.

He was embarrassed, but he did not move away. Kakashi caressed his cheek, brushing his fingers against the teen's pursed lips until they parted. "Hmm. So you like what you see," he teased.

Naruto looked straight ahead – and found himself facing Kakashi's aching erection. He grinned. "Patience," he teased, then grabbed Kakashi's ankle.

Kakashi blinked, then shifted his weight and allowed the teen to lift his leg. Naruto rested his leg on his thigh and washed his toes, then traced his hand up, slowly scrubbing his way up Kakashi's shin. "And that?" he whispered, almost eager as he shifted closer and kneeled between his legs. "S'that okay?"

He brushed the sponge on the inner side of Kakashi's thigh, almost – but not quite – touching his dick.

Kakashi growled, forcing himself to sit still. He could feel Naruto's rapid breaths caressing the sensitive flesh – his fingers dug into his knee.

"Yes," he rasped, his voice low and rough. He did not want to speak, lest he'd frighten him again. He watched hungrily as Naruto moved to his other leg, his touch fiercer than before, fingers digging into the hard muscle and nails scratching his inner thigh.

Kakashi growled again, and the soft, feral sound caused Naruto to look up.

The ravenous, challenging glare and the teasing smirk flashed like lightning through him.

Kakashi's lips parted as heat blazed his loins and his breath trembled within his chest. The way Naruto looked at him –

The teen's grin widened and his cheeks flushed. "Got one more part of you to clean," he said, his voice low and eager, and he leaned closer, hands grabbing Kakashi's waist, and licked his dick.

Kakashi jolted. "Fuck," he growled as his hands rushed to tangle in Naruto's hair and guide him closer. He fought to restrain himself, gritting his teeth, and resisted the urge to lean back and close his eyes. He wanted to see him. He wanted to remember.

Naruto licked him eagerly, tracing his tongue from the bottom of the shaft all the way up to the sensitive head. He licked the veins, covering him in saliva, and followed a path up, eagerly licking drops of precum –

"In your mouth, Naruto," Kakashi rasped, barely stopping himself from thrusting his dick into the teen's inexperienced, maddening touch. "Like you did with my fingers. Yes. Like that," he murmured, his hands caressing Naruto's hair and cheeks as the teen closed his mouth on the head of his dick and swirled his tongue around the tip. Fuck. "Good. Don't force yourself," he added, noting the sudden widening of his eyes when Naruto tried to take more of him in. "That's – Fuck."

His body jumped, flushed with pleasure, when Naruto looked up at him, eyes bright and hungry, and sucked.

Slowly, the teen developed a rhythm. He licked him thoroughly, tracing the veins and paying particular attention to the head, then took as much of him as he could in his mouth and sucked and licked, doing his best to drive him mad. He used his hand to pump the rest of his dick, tightening his hold at times and relaxing at others, and looking at him.

Naruto's eyes looked almost feral, eager and demanding, and Kakashi could not look away. He was a sight too good to pass on.

Heat built up in his stomach, hot and irresistible and overwhelming, and Kakashi tightened his hold on Naruto's head, holding him in place, and growled his name as he became undone in his mouth.

Fuck.

Kakashi closed his eyes as heat and waves of sweet ache and silent tremors shot through him. He breathed shakily – and remembered the teen, still kneeling in front of him.

He opened his eyes.

Naruto swallowed, made a face, and then grinned at him. "Now you're clean," he declared, looking very pleased with himself.

Kakashi hmmed, caressing the teen's cheeks. "Get in the bath," he rasped. "I'll get you something to drink."

Naruto scowled. "But – "

"I'll be right back," Kakashi reassured him. He pulled the teen up and guided him into his arms. He kissed him, tasting himself on his lips, and hummed in approval when Naruto melted against him and kissed him back.

He traced a path of featherlight kisses down Naruto's neck, biting when he gasped, and allowed his hand to travel lower and caress the teen's butt. He squeezed. "Now it's my turn, isn't it," he muttered, licking his ear.

Naruto jumped, just slightly, and Kakashi released his hold. He picked him up – despite the protesting "Hey!" – and lowered him gently into the steaming water.

Naruto did not release him. "Stay," he mumbled, tightening his hold on Kakashi's neck.

Kakashi frowned. He cupped the blond's cheek. "Don't you want a drink? To pass the taste?" he asked quietly.

Naruto flushed and looked away, but his hold loosened.

Kakashi bent closer and kissed his forehead. "I liked it," he murmured. "Let me reward you, hmm?"

He observed him, smiling when the teen's cheeks bloomed pink, then ruffled his hair – still more of a habit – and leaned on him as he pushed himself up. He needed to get him something to drink and a moment to breathe. For all his eagerness, Naruto still needed time. And comfort.

Naruto used foreplay to show his love. Today wasn't about passion as much as it was about devotion. He needed to show him the same tenderness, worship at the temple of his body, adore him –

Love him.


Naruto leaned his head on the edge of the bath, closed his eyes, and breathed. He had to memorize it; the way Kakashi looked at him. Like he was… special. He looked at him in a way that made Naruto feel both tender and feral, precious and ethereal, as if Kakashi wanted to both love and devour him, protect him while expecting him to disappear. He was…

Gone. That look was gone the moment he came. He became old Kakashi again, back in control. The vulnerability disappeared.

Naruto wanted to see it again, see Kakashi naked and wanting – really naked and wanting – yearning for him –

A soft sound of rippling water made him open his eyes.

Kakashi entered the bath and leaned over him, holding a cold glass covered in water droplets. He cupped his cheek, holding his jaw, and Naruto leaned into the touch and allowed Kakashi to tilt the glass against his lips and slowly pour the cool water into his mouth.

For some reason, the gentle act sent heat blazing through his veins.

It might have been because, to stay upright, Kakashi had to flex his stomach. The defined muscles, glistening from water and soap, made Naruto's muscles shiver with desire.

Kakashi placed the empty glass on the small shelf above the bath. "Better?" he asked.

Naruto answered by wrapping his hands around Kakashi's neck, pulling him close, and Kakashi replied by caressing his cheek, tilting his jaw, and kissing him.

And Naruto once again forgot what it meant to think coherently. Kakashi's kiss shifted between demanding and gentle, filling Naruto's body with ecstasy and easing the tension of his muscles.

He kissed his neck, biting and teasing, and Naruto could not sit still. Hot, sweet throbbing began to build at the base of his loins. "Kakashi," he gasped, cupping his cheek. "Um. I – " He forgot what he wanted to say, however, as his fingers traced a wet path over Kakashi's jaw, pressing into his lips.

Kakashi parted his lips – his fangs visible just for a moment – and licked the wayward digits. His tongue curled around Naruto's fingers, guiding them into his mouth, and Naruto's breath shuddered when he slowly entered them deeper and deeper into the man's mouth.

Kakashi rumbled, then swirled his tongue around them and – not breaking eye contact – began to suck.

Naruto's lips parted as a choked gasp escaped his throat. His body tensed, jolting forward and arching back, and his other hand grabbed Kakashi's arm, trying to entice it to touch his dick.

The arm refused to budge. Kakashi snarled softly, his mismatched gaze raw and blazing, and dug his nails into Naruto's thigh instead.

Naruto scowled and shoved his fingers deeper into the man's mouth. His scowl disappeared and his eyes widened when he realized what he had done. "Oh, um – "

He tried to remove them, but Kakashi sucked them deeper, pulling him closer. If anything, his eyes were darker than before. His growl felt feral.

The hand on Naruto's thigh guided him to lean back. He released his fingers, nipping at the sensitive skin, and traced his other hand over Naruto's leg. "I want to taste all of you," he murmured, his voice rough and guttural, and lifted the teen's leg by the ankle.

His fingers traced the bluish veins still visible under the tan skin as his tongue licked his toes.

Naruto jumped.

He edged away from the touch, nearly sliding into the tub, and flooded the small bathroom.

Kakashi gazed at him, unmoving, and Naruto burned red. Fuck. "What's. What's that for?" he managed, his breath shaky.

"Pleasure," Kakashi answered simply. "If you don't like it – "

"Didn't say I didn't," the teen protested, crossing his arms. "S'just." He uncrossed his arms and looked away. "S'weird," he admitted, his voice growing smaller and smaller. "To see you doing… that."

Kakashi frowned. "How is kissing your feet different from kissing your fingers?"

Something about the way he said it felt cautious. Naruto's scowl darkened. "It just is. It's, um, it's…." Servile. His voice died as he ran out of air. "Just do the usual stuff."

He looked up, jaw clenched, but Kakashi did not seem angry. If anything, he looked a tad amused.

"This is the usual, as you called it," he pointed out. His dry voice melted, leaving behind raw edges and silken softness. "I am not done exploring you. Worshipping you." He leaned closer and pressed a soft kiss to Naruto's forehead. "It's fine if you don't like your feet touched," he murmured, kissing his temple, his eyes, his jaw. "I have more in mind."

Naruto wrapped his hands around Kakashi's neck. "I thought." He licked his lips, then looked up, eyes seeking those of the man leaning on top of him. "I thought s'just… dick stuff," he managed, pulling him closer.

"No," Kakashi breathed, kissing his cheek. "It's about pleasure. And trust. There is no right way to be intimate, Naruto. You are only limited by your creativity."

He kissed his nose, which was oddly reassuring, and Naruto leaned into his touch. "You're not mad," he mumbled, resting his head against his neck.

"Of course not," Kakashi sighed, his voice comforting against his ear. He balanced on one hand and caressed his hair with the other. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable, hmm? You trust me," he added, angling his head up and kissing his forehead, his fingers gentle against his jaw. "I don't want to lose that."

Naruto's heartbeat quickened, racing against his neck. He gulped, then pushed Kakashi back and plastered his foot against the man's cheek, lips pursed and cheeks red.

Kakashi blinked. His hand slowly rose, his fingers hesitant, and curled around Naruto's ankle. His hold tightened – Naruto tensed – and froze. "Naruto," he said, his voice dry yet again, "what are you doing?"

Naruto sank deeper into the tub. His entire face felt hot. "What you were doing earlier," he blurted.

"I can tell," Kakashi replied. His face was twisted in a fond grimace. "What I can't tell is what you want me to do."

"What you were doing!"

"Naruto – "

"Shut up! S'embarrasing!" Naruto's scowl darkened. He felt exposed, and the wall of the tub began to dig into his back. "I want you to explore me," he mumbled. His mouth was dry.

Kakashi cocked a brow. His gaze held his, dark and penetrating, and the man slowly lowered his head and traced his tongue up Naruto's shin. His teeth grazed his ankle, tracing the veins, and dug into his flesh.

Naruto jolted up, a choked gasp torn from his lips, and watched – eyes wide and breath quickened – as Kakashi moved closer, slowly licking his way up Naruto's leg. His eyes shot up again, holding his gaze as he sank his teeth into his thigh.

Naruto's hand shot up and tangled in Kakashi's hair, pulling him closer. His other hand gripped the tub as the teen tried to keep his balance. His body throbbed with anticipation.

Kakashi hmmed. "This is better," he murmured, his eyes feral. "This is what you like." He traced a path of bites – some gentle, some less so – onto Naruto's thigh, guiding him to rest his leg on his shoulder.

Naruto groaned as blunt nails scraped Kakashi's spine. "Closer," he demanded.

Kakashi looked up, his eyes burning and yet undecipherable. He lowered Naruto's leg back into the water. "Hold on," he ordered, his voice quiet and raw, and cradled the teen's head against his neck. He leaned back, guiding Naruto to climb into his lap, and the blond gasped when their erections touched.

Kakashi's hands held his waist, pulling him closer, and Naruto tightened his hold of Kakashi's shoulders and bit his neck to muffle his gasps.

The man growled. The soft and feral sound vibrated through Naruto's chest and echoed the pounding of his heart, enticing him to pull himself closer and rub his aching cock against Kakashi's.

The growl deepened, heady and intoxicating. Kakashi's hands traveled lower, digits digging into the flesh of his butt cheeks, and squeezed, spreading them apart.

Naruto's teeth released Kakashi's neck. "Gonna-gonna fuck?" he gasped. His hold of Kakashi's shoulders tightened.

"Slow down, Naruto," Kakashi murmured. One of his hands traveled up, hugging his back, while the other traveled lower. "First, tell me how that feels, all right?" he murmured against his ear and touched the tight ring of muscle.

The touch was gentle, experimental, and yet it flashed through Naruto like lightning. He gasped and hugged Kakashi's neck, pulling himself closer, and moaned when he could feel Kakashi's erection hot against his own.

Kakashi kissed his cheek and Naruto, mind dazed from pleasure and heat, remembered he was waiting for an answer. "G-good," he managed. "Keep-ah!"

Kakashi's finger began to rub him, applying just the right amount of pleasure, and Naruto had to bite down to muffle his moans. Fuck. His fingers tangled in Kakashi's hair as he began rocking himself – almost subconsciously – on Kakashi's dick and his finger.

The man growled softly as he nipped his ear, his rumble burning ripples within Naruto's chest, and his hand moved to grip Naruto's waist. He guided his movements, changing the angle, and Naruto bit his shoulder when heat shot through him, pulsing in response.

Kakashi increased the pressure he applied with his finger.

Naruto rocked harder into the touch, feeling the heat pulling and burning through him –

Kakashi removed his finger. His other hand stilled Naruto's movements.

Naruto blinked, then pushed himself up. "Why'd you stop?" he demanded, scowling at the burning eyes below him. "I was really close," he complained, ears flushed red.

"I know," Kakashi rasped, his voice half a growl. He opened a small bottle and poured clear… goo? Unto his fingers. "I told you, I have more in mind."

He guided him back into his arms and spread his legs. His hand rubbed his back, ever so gently, and his finger once again pressed against his opening.

And penetrated him.

Naruto gasped, his breath faltering, and gripped Kakashi's shoulders. His body tensed, almost in protest, and Naruto froze. It didn't feel good. What if it will never feel good? What if he could never have sex and Kakashi –

"Naruto. Hey. Naruto," Kakashi murmured, kissing his cheek, his temple, his hair. "Do you want to stop?" His hand moved to caress his hair. "Hey. Talk to me."

He removed his finger.

Naruto leaned into Kakashi's touch. "S'just… feels weird," he admitted. "Um-" But he did not know how to say what he wanted to say, all he wanted to say was –

"I know," Kakashi replied softly. "It gets better, once you get used to it." He kissed Naruto's cheek. "You just need to relax."

"Oh, sure," Naruto protested, his hands still hugging Kakashi's neck. "Ever met anyone who relaxed when you told them to relax? That's not how it works! It's like, with the white elephant joke, y'know? You can't – "

Kakashi pulled his hair, guided him away from his neck, curled his fingers against his jaw, and kissed him.

His kiss burst all the way through his chest to his loins like the strike of lightning. His lips moved against his in slow yet ravenous, thorough caresses that left his mind entirely blank. He parted his lips, trying to pull Kakashi closer – only closer –

Kakashi growled into his mouth and bit his lower lip, sending shivers through his spine, and penetrated him.

This time, his finger went all the way in, moving smoothly against the muscle, and pressed down.

A shot of pleasure, sweet and aching and addictive and fuck echoed through his body, dancing in tantalizing waves along his skin, trembling within his very core.

Naruto cried out, gasping for breath, and Kakashi kissed his neck, biting and sucking while his fingers drew burning trails across his back. "Is this all right?" he rasped. "Naruto."

The teen instinctively leaned closer and groaned when Kakashi pushed deeper into him. "Y-yeah," he managed, burying his face in the crook of Kakashi's neck. "Do… do that thing again, when, ah-"

Kakashi hooked his finger, pressing down against the muscle, and heat shot through him, rolling in waves and ricocheting within his chest.

"Ka-" The man still moved his finger, sending jolts of ecstasy through him, and Naruto melted against his chest. "Kashi!"

The man hugged his waist close and kissed his temple. "Yes, 'ruto?"

"Shut up," Naruto groaned. Sweet, deep ache pulsed through him, spinning through his mind and rendering any attempt to think coherently utterly useless. His body tensed as he orgasmed and twitched against the strong hands that held him upright. His muscles tightened around Kakashi's finger, sending another wave of aching pleasure through him, rising and falling to the rapid beating of his heart.

His eyes closed on their own as his body melted against Kakashi's, weak and soft and…

He resisted the sudden sleepiness that took over him and pulled himself up, just slightly, cupped Kakashi's cheeks, and kissed him.

The kiss was as gentle as it was short – he quickly lost his balance – but Kakashi was there to catch him. He removed his finger and moved the teen's leg so he rested against him instead of straddling his hips, then cradled him close against his chest. He kissed his forehead again and again until Naruto sighed, half in protest, and burrowed into Kakashi's neck. "Maybe…" he whispered, raising his hand to caress the man's chest, "we'll nap and then do the tour?"

His eyelids fluttered close, heavier than they were before.

Kakashi hmmed. "First, tell me how you feel." He brushed his hair, drawing soothing paths against his scalp.

How did he feel? Naruto tried to snicker, but all he managed was a soft sigh. "I still love you, silly." He closed his eyes, breathed in deep Kakashi's scent, and drifted away.


Notes:


I'm sorry for publishing late. A lot has happened recently that shook my life to its core.

I thought long and hard about whether or not I wanted to keep posting this story and what I would say. There has been so much hate and misinformation going on that I felt so helpless.

I was advised to say nothing. To hide my identity for my own safety. This is how scary things have gotten.

I am a jew.

I nearly lost half of my family when Hamas invaded Israel on October 7th.

I hear the cries to hurt more Jews, to repeat the darkest time of our history, and I am scared.

There is still hope for peace, but hate won't bring about it. Hate has consequences, and its consequences are always bloody. Please, do not support hate. Even now – especially now – the world needs kindness.