Naruto sighed. Stretching, he scrunched his nose and eased against the softness surrounding him. Too soft.
He opened his eyes, scowling at the shy light dancing on his eyelashes, and blinked until they focused. A modest nightstand, plain and unadorned; a pale wall, devoid of decorations; a white closet, doors closed.
Not his room.
He turned, yawning, and stared at the closest wall. An identical nightstand, bearing a weathered book, an old-fashioned alarm clock, and a water bottle, looking equally practical and nondescript; a plain wall; a white door; his proof, framed and messy despite his best efforts to tame his handwriting.
His breath shuddered as he sank into the pillow. Kakashi.
He was in his bed, on an internship, in a totally different country. Alone.
The final notion chased away the soft blush tainting his cheeks with a scoff. Where the hell did he go? Naruto scowled and checked the clock. 7:16 am. Did he take the dogs for a run? He strained his ears, trying to listen, and felt stupid for doing so. Kakashi could do whatever he wanted, after all. He probably forgot that Naruto wanted to wake up in his arms –
The flush returned to his cheeks, this time with a vengeance. Naruto gritted his teeth, trying to fight his embarrassment, when a thought flashed through his mind. I could make him breakfast, he realized, his heart suddenly racing. He wasn't as talented as Kakashi, but the time he spent living with Sakura taught him enough to make something edible, at the very least.
He got up, grinning, and threw away the blanket to one side. He rushed to the door and then to the kitchen – and froze.
Because there was Kakashi, whistling as he fried and stirred something, looking handsome and perfectly at ease in his soft sweatpants and a ridiculously form-fitting black tank top. Every once in a while, he threw something to the dogs surrounding him who kept lolling their tongues and licking their snouts eagerly.
Naruto lingered in the hallway, leaning against the wall with a soft smile. Kakashi was… really cute. His grin deepened as he observed his lover, noting the way his muscles shifted underneath that stupidly tight tank…
His grin turned devilish. Naruto tip-toed back to the bedroom, stifling a giggle, and took off his pajamas, opting for one of Kakashi's giant sweaters instead. He donned it, giggling again when the fabric reached his mid-thighs, and then, heart hammering, took off his underwear.
He's cheesy, he reminded himself, checking out his reflection. He's gonna like it.
Heart still hammering, he made his way back to the kitchen, suddenly conscious of the sound of his footsteps. He winced, realizing Kakashi probably heard him earlier, and peeked into the kitchen, gazing at the man as he worked.
Kakashi poured boiling water into two mugs, stirring them as the scent of coffee, warm and welcoming, softly conquered every corner of the small space.
Naruto grinned and ran to Kakashi, hugging him from behind. "G'morning," he managed, rubbing his face against Kakashi's shoulder blades. "Did you take the dogs for a run?"
Kakashi hmmed. He lifted his hands and kissed them. "You slept so deeply. I didn't want to wake you."
"You gotta, though," Naruto protested, shifting so he could bury his face in Kakashi's chest. "We had a deal, n' everything." He could feel Kakashi stiffening in protest, so he wrapped his hands around his waist, pulling himself closer. "N' besides, we said we're doing coffee n' cuddles," he mumbled, his voice muffled as he pressed his nose into Kakashi's neck.
The man wrapped his hands around him, cradling his head and hugging his waist as he often did. "I planned on doing that," he admitted, sniffing him, "but you woke up before I finished preparing everything." He leaned closer, sniffing his neck. "Hmm. I thought you hated my clothes."
Naruto blinked, then grinned again. He looked up, trying and failing to stifle the playful smirk that immediately caught Kakashi's attention. "I found a use for 'em," he said instead.
He couldn't help it. A wide, shit-eating grin cut through his hesitation and the drumming of his heart. He stepped back, releasing Kakashi, and showed off his outfit. "So? What'd you think?" he challenged, spreading his arms.
Kakashi's eyes scanned him, then froze and stared. He swallowed, and then his eyes snapped up and met his. "Naruto." The voice was soft, almost velvety, as a quiet growl seeped under the harsher notes and bit into them.
Naruto's heart drummed faster as adrenaline rushed through him.
Kakashi's red eye burned redder. He looked hungry. He stood frozen and tense, almost like a predator, waiting for a cue, ready to pounce.
Finally, he asked, "Is this all you're wearing?" His voice deeper, darker, delicious –
Naruto grinned and stuck out his tongue. "Catch me and find out!"
And sprinted to the bedroom.
He managed to make it to the doorway.
Strong arms picked him up, securing him against a hard chest, and Naruto's giggled protest became a different kind of breathless when Kakashi nosed at his neck, a soft growl dancing upon his lips, and grazed his teeth against the teen's pulse.
Naruto laughed, pulling at his hair. "That tickles!"
He was already hard. Fuck.
Kakashi growled again and Naruto found himself being lowered gently onto the bed. Even now, he was so careful with him –
Kakashi sat beside him, peeked under the sweatshirt, then released it. "I see." And did nothing else. He sat and gazed at him, waiting.
Naruto blinked, then glared. "What the hell was that response, you stupid m-"
The man smirked, a lopsided, tightlipped twist of his lips that melted into a fond smile as he cupped his jaw, tilted his head, and kissed him.
Naruto gasped, then softened against him, pulling him onto the bed as he wrapped his hands around the man's neck. A shiver danced through his spine as Kakashi growled, leaned over him, and tangled his free hand with Naruto's. He tightened his hold.
Kakashi's teeth teased his lips, so he parted them with an aching sigh, pulling himself ever closer, and Kakashi devoured him, his touch addicting and his lips demanding against his own. Fuck.
Naruto groaned, arching into Kakashi's embrace, as his growing erection begged for contact with the burning furnace engulfing him.
Kakashi growled, his chest rumbling against Naruto's racing heart, and his lips released his to trace featherlight kisses on his burning neck. "Naruto," he whispered, his voice gravely and raw, and nipped at the sensitive flesh at the nape of his neck. His hand released its hold of his jaw and moved to grip his thigh, then slowly traveled up, snaking under his shirt.
Naruto's gasp shivered against his lips, torn as he leaned into Kakashi's electrifying touch. "Take it off," he ordered, breathless. "And kiss me."
Kakashi looked up, his Sharingan burning bright, and removed his shirt. The sleeves were far too long, tangling around Naruto's wrists, but Kakashi was impatient. He growled again as he leaned down and captured his lips with his.
Naruto stopped struggling, obeying Kakashi's guiding hand as it braced his hands above his head and surrendered to the kiss that turned his mind blissfully blank.
His cock ached, throbbing in the warm summer air, demanding to be touched.
"Kakashi," he gasped, choking when Kakashi's fingers moved up, tracing burning paths along his ribs, and brushed over his nipple.
Kakashi hmmed, nipping at his lower lip. "Are you comfortable like this?" he rasped. "Do you like it?"
Naruto blinked, confused. His kiss lost its rhythm and caused Kakashi to look up and observe him silently.
Naruto was still lost. "Um. Like, lying down?" he tried.
Kakashi blinked back, his eyes undecipherable. "Bondage."
Naruto still stared, utterly confused, before realizing his wrists were still tangled in the sweatshirt, restricting his movements.
For a moment, his breath quickened. His arms buzzed with the need to move –
Kakashi sat up and untangled the sweatshirt, freeing him.
Naruto's cheeks flushed red. "Um, I didn't say anything," he mumbled in protest, unsure why. A part of him yearned for the sweatshirt, wanting to cover up.
"You didn't have to," Kakashi replied, his voice surprisingly soft, and he leaned down and kissed him. A tender, gentle kiss, thorough and sweet and –
Naruto frowned and bit Kakashi's lip, shoving his tongue into Kakashi's mouth. His breath shivered when Kakashi growled, pushing back into him, and he took over the kiss, his lips demanding in their precision.
Damn, Kakashi just knew how to touch him.
He gripped his wrist and tried to get him to touch him down there, too, but Kakashi's arm would not budge.
The man released his lips and seared burning kisses to his neck. "I have something else in mind, if you'd like."
Naruto's breath shivered. "Um. Like, sex?"
Kakashi chuckled and pulled his ear. "Stop it, you brat." Still, he leaned down and kissed his lips. "I was thinking of a blow job, actually."
Naruto frowned. It didn't seem like the proper time to do jobs of any kind. He looked up, a protest at the ready, and his frown deepened when he noticed the obvious amusement flickering in Kakashi's eyes.
Right.
Cheeks burning red, he rolled his eyes and looked away. "So. Um. What's… what's that. Um. Like."
Kakashi smirked and leaned closer, nosing at his hair. "Well, as you said yourself, it means I wanna lick it."
His voice, soft and velvety and hungry, caressed his ear, flowing like honey.
Naruto's breath shivered, coming out as a weak moan, and Kakashi leaned closer, his ribcage rumbling as he traced his tongue, his pace slow and teasing, down his chest.
Naruto groaned, his cock throbbing in a familiar rhythm. Think about math, he tried to distract himself. Think about – think about –
And his hand, quite on its own, pushed Kakashi's head toward his dick.
Kakashi huffed, glancing up. His eyes looked hungry. He hummed, pleased, and placed his hands on Naruto's thighs, spreading his legs apart and tilting them up, and then leaned closer. He looked up again, clearly enjoying taking his time, and traced his tongue up the length of his dick.
Naruto cried out, jolting into the touch. Think about – three point one four one – fuck –
"Look at me, Naruto," Kakashi ordered, his soft voice a velvety growl, and curled his tongue around the head. Without breaking eye contact, he took him in his mouth, closing his lips around the sensitive head and taking him, sucking him deep into his throat –
"K-Kashi!"
His body jerked involuntarily as he came in Kakashi's mouth, waves of hot and trembling pleasure shaking his form. Fuck.
He shivered, his body twitching from the aftershock of his orgasm, eyes closed and breaths shallow. He groaned in protest when the heat leaning over him moved away from him, reaching with a heavy hand for the missing warmth.
He opened one tired eye, watching Kakashi as he drank from the water bottle on the nightstand, and his hand sank, heavy and weak, back onto the sheets. His eye gave up and closed on its own.
"Kashi…" he whispered.
A hand gently held his, answering his call, while a strong arm curled underneath his back and pulled him into Kakashi's lap. The man kissed his forehead, his temples, his hair, as his fingers caressed his knuckles and his thumb brushed over his wrist. His other hand held him close, slowly stroking his stomach, and Naruto sighed in contentment and snuggled into Kakashi's chest.
"How are you feeling?" Kakashi murmured against his ear, nosing at his hair.
"Good," Naruto managed, his words stretching into a sigh. "Next time, I'll last longer," he added, his cheeks pinkish, and opened one hesitant eye.
Kakashi smiled and kissed his forehead. "Next time, huh."
Naruto's flush deepened. "I wanna do you too, y'know."
Kakashi's chest danced underneath Naruto's limp body as he chuckled. "Hmm. How about breakfast first?" He kissed him again. "Before the food gets cold."
Naruto nodded weakly. "All right," he sighed, burrowing deeper into Kakashi's shoulder, his eyes fluttering close… and snapped awake. He turned to gaze at Kakashi, who looked slightly alarmed, and grinned. "Don't think I forgot, though. Today, I'm taking you shopping."
Kakashi blinked, then sank into the pillow in defeat. "I admit that I did hope – "
"Nope!" Naruto straddled Kakashi's chest, grabbed a pillow, and smacked him with it with each word uttered. "We! Are! Going! Shopping!"
Kakashi endured each strike with a patient grimace. "Are you done?" he asked dryly.
"Yep," Naruto promised, trying to contain his excitement. He waited as Kakashi shifted underneath him so he could sit up – and hit him once again the moment he did.
Kakashi endured it as well. "What was that for?" His voice was as dry as before, but his hands tangled behind Naruto's waist, pulling him close against his chest and effectively cutting off his strike range.
Naruto released the pillow and wrapped his hands around Kakashi's neck instead. "You didn't commit to the shopping trip," he challenged.
Kakashi hmmed quietly. "I give you my word." His voice was teasing, but his eyes were soft, almost impossibly gentle, as he lifted Naruto's hands and kissed his knuckles.
Naruto's cheeks burned red. "Um, can we get ice cream too?"
Kakashi huffed. "If you finish your breakfast."
Naruto scowled. "Cheeky," he commented and pinched the man's cheek.
And yet, the soft warmth in Kakashi's eyes did not wither. He smiled at him, the gesture as fond and gentle as before, and traced his fingers in his hair.
He picked up his shirt and held it out for him to help him put it on.
"Come," he said, holding his hand and guiding him back to the kitchen.
Naruto grinned, then jumped on his back for a ride, pulling himself as close as he could. "Couldn't resist," he mumbled, leaning his chin on Kakashi's shoulder.
And it seemed Kakashi wanted him even nearer as he wrapped his arms underneath his legs and supported him, smiling in return. He felt… like home.
"Well, come on!" cried Naruto excitedly, pulling Kakashi's hand. "I wanna see what kinda shops they have here."
Kakashi sighed deeply. His eye darted up, taking in the size of the mall, looking daunted. Still, he tightened his hold of Naruto's hand, keeping him close. "Coming, coming," he muttered, his voice slightly teasing. "I almost miss the days you hated the mall," he added as an afterthought.
Naruto rubbed his shoulder against Kakashi's, nuzzling at his jaw before pulling away. "I'd pity you, y'know, but this is a travesty," he said, pulling on Kakashi's ill-fitting top. "And I only hated going when I didn't have money. It's different now."
He glanced up, eyeing each store curiously, and pretended he didn't feel Kakashi's eye scanning him just as thoroughly, probably searching for a sign of distress or something like that.
Kakashi squeezed his hand and leaned closer, sniffing his hair. "Because now you do?" he asked quietly.
Naruto stopped, distracted, in front of a colorful display. "Cuz you're paying." He grinned, scrutinizing a bunch of mannequins dressed in airy-looking button-ups in shades of white, olive, and faded indigo that would look so good on Kakashi.
"Let's go in," he said, pulling Kakashi behind him, and lifted a shirt so he could eye it critically. "That's cotton! That's good for the summer, right? That's what Sakura said."
Kakashi hmmed. He stood close by, watching him work.
Naruto kept lifting shirts, checking for sizes, unfolding and refolding, and scanning the store for anything that might look cute on the older man. He tried to stick to things that wouldn't be too tight, shiny, or flashy, and chose colors that could be easily mixed, mostly a combination of blues, whites, greens, greys, and browns.
He knew Kakashi didn't like styling himself or the attention he got because of his looks, so he tried to be considerate of his needs, but there was no way he was gonna let him keep walking around dressed in what certainly looked like pieces from the eighties.
Besides, despite his obvious discomfort, Naruto had a sneaking suspicion Kakashi liked Naruto's attention, his care. He knew he liked the clothes he got him last time because he kept wearing them, so perhaps he was secretly into fashion, or… perhaps Kakashi liked wearing them because they were evidence of their relationship.
Like a collar.
Naruto suddenly forgot how to breathe, cheeks burning red as he coughed, stumbled on something, and –
Fell right into Kakashi's arms.
The clothes scattered around them and on the floor. Naruto gazed at the mess he had made and hoped no one saw him. Fuck.
He looked up, meeting Kakashi's eye, and turned bright red.
Kakashi steadied him. "How about I'll carry those?" he suggested, picking up shirts. "Before you step on something expensive."
He took one of the shirts – now marked by a distinct footprint – and hid it underneath a pile of identical-looking shirts. He picked up a different one, as nonchalant as before, and winked at him.
His smirk – and the hand ruffling golden hair – inflamed Naruto's cheeks. "Sorry," he mumbled, smiling apologetically. "Guess I got too excited."
Kakashi traced his fingers down the back of his neck, his touch comforting and electrifying. "That's quite all right. Did you finish?"
Naruto watched Kakashi's neck shift as he spoke and couldn't help but imagine his appearance with a collar on. A whine escaped his lips.
Kakashi blinked. "Naruto?" He took a step closer –
And Naruto took a step back, hoping Kakashi did not smell his arousal. Instead, he shoved the pile he still carried into Kakashi's arms and grinned at him. "Not even close!"
He stuck out his tongue, relishing the power he had over the man, and ran to the next display, trying to figure out what would look good on his ridiculously handsome boyfriend.
Still, he never asked Kakashi about his financial situation, and though he assumed it was better than his, he did not pick expensive pieces or unique ones that would have little use.
He wanted it to be perfect.
That did not stop him from attempting to sneak a black tie into the growing pile in Kakashi's arms.
Kakashi blinked, then looked up. "Normally, I wouldn't question your fashion choices, Naruto, but I happen to own a tie that looks just like that."
Busted. Naruto shrugged and hoped his ears weren't red. "I just wanna see you with it, then. We don't have to get all of it, y'know."
"Well, it's good that we don't because you have picked more than twenty items," Kakashi teased, his dry voice caressing Naruto's definitely pink ear.
Naruto covered his ears self-consciously. "Just to try 'em on."
He scanned the rest of the store but could not spot a shelf he hadn't already explored. Well, except for the girls' stuff, but that – he walked past a mannequin dressed in frilly, pink lingerie – and quickened his steps, blushing a darker shade of red, as he led Kakashi to the changing room.
Kakashi liked it when he wore his clothes; would he like it if Naruto wore –
Naruto shook his head, trying to get all the weird thoughts out of his mind. It must have been Kakashi's fault because Naruto had been to malls before (with Sakura, so he even tagged along when she decided to shop for underwear) and never felt quite on edge like he did right now.
It must be the result of Kakashi shadowing each of his steps, his eye following his every move – and Naruto was as easy to read as Kakashi was good at reading him.
Damn it.
A cough stopped him in his tracks and snapped him from his reverie.
"Seven items. That's the limit," said a feminine voice, clipped and snarky, as the woman managing the changing rooms pointed to the sign next to her. "That's…" she said, waving at the pile in Kakashi's arms, "more than seven, for sure."
"Ah, that's my fault," said Kakashi, his voice warm and smooth and graced with an embarrassed chuckle that was totally fake. "I just recently moved here, but the flight company managed to lose my luggage. I have to start working tomorrow, but I have nothing to wear," the man lied easily and – Naruto turned around – smiled, but his smile was perfect, even on both ends and oh so charming, and Naruto realized it was fake, too. "It would save us so much time if you would allow us to bend the rules, just this once." His eye focused on the clearly flustered store clerk. "I promise we'll keep everything clean and organized, worry not."
The woman nodded, mouth slightly agape. "Oh. Well, I mean, right. If that's the case…." She fixed her hair, cheeks somewhat pink. "Go right ahead."
Kakashi smiled at her again. "Thank you, we truly appreciate it."
He placed his hand on Naruto's shoulder, gently guiding him to the changing room farthest away from said clerk, and Naruto used the opportunity to smirk and lean his entire weight on the man behind him. "I am so telling Jiraiya."
Kakashi hmmed. "Don't worry, I'll find a way to blackmail you by the end of today," he said lightly and pushed Naruto into the plush chair next to the curtain. "Wait here."
Naruto slumped into the chair. "But I can't see anything!"
Kakashi closed the curtain behind him. "Am I supposed to approve the clothes or you?"
He might have been teasing, but the curtain muffled his voice and suddenly, Naruto felt nervous. "Um, both?" He glanced up at the clerk and then immediately looked away upon noticing her not-so-subtle attempt to spy on them. "Just show me what you like."
Kakashi said nothing.
Naruto pursed his lips, thinking. "Actually, you have terrible taste in clothes, so show me everything."
"Everything?"
Kakashi's suggestive voice burned through his veins. "You know what I meant," he hissed, crossing his arms.
The curtain opened.
Naruto looked up, taking in the sight of Kakashi in a simple, short-sleeved button-up, and felt his old embarrassment pushed away as he made room for a new one. Kakashi looked good.
Kakashi said nothing and kept his expression clear and composed, but his ears were bright pink, and his eye, though magnetic as usual, darted away the moment he met his gaze.
It was ridiculous, almost too strange to comprehend, but Kakashi was embarrassed. Because of him.
Naruto got up, unable to resist, and brushed his fingers over Kakashi's shoulders, tugging on the sleeves and fixing the already fixed collar. He stepped closer. "Looks good," he mumbled. "Green looks good on you."
He could see Kakashi's Adam's apple shivering slightly as he swallowed. "Hmm. So I suppose I can skip trying those on – " he lifted three similar shirts with the same design but different colors and tried to give them to Naruto.
Naruto promptly shoved them back into his arms. "No! I gotta see that the other colors look good, too!" He closed the curtain in Kakashi's face. "Try the blue one!"
He didn't want to admit to it – though Kakashi must have already guessed – but he really enjoyed telling the man what to do.
He enjoyed even more having him listen.
Kakashi tried on the rest of the shirts, and though he looked calm and unaffected like he usually did, Naruto sensed the earlier embarrassment still lingering underneath the surface.
The next time Kakashi opened the curtain, Naruto placed his hand on the older man's chest and pressed, gently guiding him back into the changing room.
Kakashi resisted at first, then yielded. He took two steps back, letting him in, and focused his eye on Naruto, watching as the teen closed the curtain behind him. He said nothing, but his eye grew more potent, doing its best to take his breath away.
Naruto's chest shivered, just a little, and he blinked when he felt a similar vibration beneath his hand. He dropped it and blushed. "Um. I figured that's better, right? I mean, I've seen you naked, and now that lady won't try to sneak a peek, so that's better, right?"
"Was she? I didn't notice."
"For real?! She kept glancing your way," Naruto grumbled, annoyed, and stole a glance at his lover.
Kakashi still stood so close. He smiled and ruffled his hair. "I was more concerned with your reactions than with hers," he replied with a shrug, then lifted his hand to brush his cheek. "I told you. I can't take my eyes off you."
Naruto's shoulder eased. That odd discomfort that tightened his stomach and made him feel nervous and jumpy disappeared as he leaned into Kakashi's touch and nestled in Kakashi's soft, hushed tones. "Um. S'fine then," he mumbled. He lifted his hand to grip Kakashi's shirt – and then remembered why they stood in a cramped space in the first place. Heat shot through his body, making him tug on the collar of his shirt uncomfortably, as he quickly added, "And the shirt looks good, so."
Kakashi smiled and dropped his hand, pointing at the one chair in the small room. "Sit," he said, then turned away.
Naruto could have sworn he saw him sniffing, his chest expanding –
But then Kakashi took off the shirt he tried on, added it to the "buy" pile, and picked yet another button-up to try on. This one was slightly fancier since it had long sleeves and a print –
Naruto watched, eyes wide, as quick, talented fingers slipped each button into its loop and effectively hid the scarred, sculpted chest Naruto always wanted to touch, those powerful shoulders that never gave in to his seeking fingers, the long, carved neck…
A sigh tore through his reverie. "That's why I told you to wait outside." A hand cupped his jaw, guiding him to look up at the man who suddenly stood way too close to him. His finger trailed burning paths along his lips.
Suddenly, the hand shifted, tightening its hold, and guided Naruto to close his mouth.
Naruto blinked, then burned bright red. Damn it.
Kakashi tilted his head. He smirked. "Well, at least you weren't drooling."
"S-shut up," Naruto managed, curling into the small chair, glaring at his hands. "I was trying to make you more comfortable, y'know."
Kakashi dropped his hand. "I know," he said, his voice somewhat muffled, as the man looked away and took a small step back.
He waited, looking at him expectedly, and it took a second before Naruto realized why. "Oh, um, I like it," he recovered. "Do you like the print, though?"
Kakashi shrugged, tracing his finger over the square pattern. "It's all right."
He started unbuttoning it, so Naruto looked away. Better safe than sorry or something.
"Can I try on the pants, or would that be too much for you?"
Naruto scoffed, ears burning despite the teasing tone. "Don't be a dick, I can – " He looked up, ready to call the man out, but his throat tightened, and no words came out.
Kakashi leaned against the wall, observing him as he slowly undid one button.
Then another.
Then another.
Naruto watched, eyes wide and mouth wider, as Kakashi took off his shirt and slowly, almost lazily, shrugged out of it, throwing the fabric into the "buy" pile.
His hands moved to grip the front of his jeans.
"Oi," Naruto managed, his voice lower than he would've liked. "What the hell was that for?"
Kakashi undid the pant button. "Proof by contradiction."
Naruto glowered. "What contradiction," he hissed, curling his legs against his chest to hide the sudden bulge straining against his pants.
Kakashi cocked a brow, gazing at him meaningfully.
"Well, this is all your fault," Naruto protested, curling his legs tighter and hissing in discomfort. "Stupid," he mumbled, looking down.
A hand ruffled his hair. "Forgive me, I couldn't resist," said a soft voice, gentle against his ear – Naruto looked up – and saw Kakashi leaning over him, looking at him just as fondly. "I'll make it up to you."
Naruto blinked as his mind was immediately filled with images of Kakashi doing just that, shirtless, and his eyes darted toward the nondescript black tie Kakashi hung on one of the hooks, probably since he had no idea what to do with it.
He swallowed. "You can do that right now," he suggested, heart hammering, and mustered the courage to look up.
Heat began to pull in his chest, tying his stomach in knots. His heart beat faster and faster. He felt dizzy. It was a ridiculous suggestion – in a changing room! Kakashi would never –
But the man did not seem as affronted as Naruto thought he would be. If anything, his eye burned hotter and hotter, scorching his skin. "Can you stay quiet?" he asked, his voice a soft growl, as his hand moved to caress Naruto's cheek, then curl around his jaw and neck.
Naruto's breath came out in broken waves, throaty enough to be a meek moan, and his cheeks blazed red. Glowering at Kakashi – who chuckled – he picked up a shirt from the "nope" pile and nodded toward the tie. "Put it on," he ordered as he scrunched the shirt into a tight mess.
"With which shirt?"
Naruto blinked, looking up, and realized Kakashi had no clue what was going on. He suddenly remembered his dog, growling at him when he wanted to buy him a collar, and felt ashamed for bringing that stupid tie.
Naruto looked down. "Never mind. It was a stupid idea. You don't… just ignore it. It's – "
Kakashi picked up the tie and put it on in one swift motion.
Naruto's mouth watered again. "Um – " His mind was blank. He reached out and grabbed the tie, pulling it toward him.
Kakashi followed his pull, crouched before him, and smirked. "I see," he murmured, leaning closer, and placed his hands on Naruto's shoulders. "Lean back," he ordered, his voice as velvety as before, and guided him to rest against the wall.
Naruto watched, shivering and breathless, as Kakashi's hands slowly caressed his body, moving down his chest and reaching his thighs. He traced his fingers over his hips, digging into his flesh, and parted them, straining the fabric of his pants against his growing erection.
He kneeled.
Naruto whimpered. He grabbed the shirt, stuffing as much of it as he could into his mouth, but he couldn't help the small moans that still broke through. The sight of Kakashi kneeling in front of him, hands stroking his hips as they spread them further apart, was beyond enticing. And the hunger… the hunger that burned through the black sent a jolt down his spine, causing his dick to twitch against the taunt fabric.
He pulled on the tie, guiding Kakashi close to his dick, as his hips automatically bucked in the man's direction.
Kakashi growled, holding him in place, and undid the zipper of his pants. "Good boy," he murmured, his voice gravely and raw, and pulled down his pants and underwear.
For a moment, cool air caressed the sensitive skin of his dick, already slick with pre-cum, and then a warm tongue licked up the shaft, up the pulsing veins, and circled around the leaking head.
Another moan was torn from his throat, muffled and needy, and Naruto pulled on the tie again, trembling in Kakashi's iron-like hold.
He wanted him closer. He needed him closer. He –
Kakashi closed his mouth around his dick and sucked.
Naruto trembled as the air escaped his lungs, rushed and yet smothered by the shirt, and his hands twitched with the need to grab something – anything – his free hand tangled in Kakashi's hair, rough with desire, and pulled.
Kakashi growled again, the low sound vibrating around his dick, and took him into his mouth.
Naruto watched, eyes wide, as Kakashi guided him deeper and deeper, talking all of him in. The tight warmth felt insanely good, almost too good, and Naruto's body spasmed as he tried to hold the tension in and last – make it last –
Then Kakashi moved back, revealing his now slick dick, millimeter by millimeter, and a dark eye shot up, ravenous and challenging, as once again he leaned closer and sucked him into his throat.
The warm sensation, coupled with the tight friction and the jolt of cool air, was almost too much. But he had to hold on. He had to. He –
His fingers tightened their pull, blunt nails scraping the man's scalp, and Kakashi growled again as his tongue swirled around the head, collecting any drop of precum that dripped along the tan skin, and took him in again. With a growl, he picked up his pace, as if trying to match the rhythm of Naruto's moans with the demanding movement of his tongue.
Kakashi moved his hand, guiding his relentless fingers to caress his inner thigh, then travel closer, ever closer, and fondle his balls.
"K-Kashi!"
Naruto shuddered, seeing nothing, as he came in the man's mouth. His entire body trembled, weak and needy, as he twitched uncontrollably, all but rutting into Kakashi's throat, chasing the pulses of his orgasm. Hot pleasure shot through him, building in his stomach and burning through his limbs, and for a moment, he could not breathe.
Kakashi's hold shifted, now sliding under his shirt and settling around his waist, as he helped him ride out the waves of his finish.
Naruto slumped against the wall, too weak to move, and watched, dazed and bleary, as Kakashi slowly released his spent dick. He licked his lips, looked up, and smirked.
The smirk grew warm as Kakashi crouched again and removed the shirt still stuffed into Naruto's mouth.
Naruto gasped, drawing stale air deep into his lungs, and tasted the fresh scent of his arousal shuddering along his tongue. His ragged breaths clashed with wet, aching lips, stained with spit. His eyes sought Kakashi's, following him as the man leaned over him, his smile surprisingly fond, and kissed him.
Naruto groaned weakly, tasting himself on the older man's lips, and wrapped his hands around his neck, guiding him closer.
Suddenly, a thought crossed his mind, causing him to blush deep red.
He pulled away and licked his lips again as his eyes flickered up, watching Kakashi from underneath dark lashes. "Um," he mumbled, brushing the soft skin behind his ears. "Do you think she heard?" he blurted, stomach churning uncomfortably.
"Over the music? I doubt it." Kakashi brushed his cheek. The tip of his lip curled up as he watched Naruto instinctively leaning into the touch. "You all right?"
Naruto nodded stupidly, still feeling dazed. His fingers toyed with the cloth still tied around Kakashi's neck.
The man hummed quietly, moving his hand to brush his hair while the other kneaded his thigh, the touch oddly soothing. "Was it because of the tie?" he asked, steadying him with his voice.
Naruto's eyes flickered down as his stomach tightened into a bundle of nerves. His hand jerked to grab the one massaging his thigh, tangling their fingers together almost possessively. "No," he admitted. His eyes met Kakashi's, then returned to their entangled hands. "well, sorta. I… I didn't really mean to, but I suddenly thought how you'd – " Heat shot through him, this time in discomfort. The thumb brushing his knuckles reassured him, so he blurted, "Look good in a collar."
His face burned uncomfortably hot. For a moment, Naruto wondered how he did not explode. "I, um – "
Kakashi chuckled.
Naruto's eyes shot up, wide and hopeful, and stared at the man leaning over him and laughing quietly.
Kakashi tilted his head, that same fond gleam from before shining in his black eye, and moved his hand to cup his cheek. "It's all right, Naruto. Everyone has a kink," he said, looking a tad amused. "It's nothing to be ashamed of," he added.
Naruto leaned closer, drinking the soft warmth Kakashi emitted with every ounce of his being. His breath shivered against parted lips. "You – " His throat clicked. Embarrassed, he swallowed and tried again, "You really don't mind? But you were pissed when I wanted to get you a collar." When Kakashi stared at him blankly, he added, cheeks rosy yet again, "When you were in dog – I mean, wolf form."
The man did not seem affronted as he had expected. Instead, Kakashi leaned in and nuzzled at his hair. "That was different. You did not know who I was, and even though your offer was innocent, I wanted to retain some dignity."
Naruto stared, eyes wider still, as Kakashi looked away, cheeks slightly pink.
"But," Naruto gasped, caressing the man's cheeks, "but this… this is okay?" he mumbled, then grabbed the tie and loosened its hold of Kakashi's neck.
Kakashi shrugged. "I don't mind. As long as you don't think of me as a pet."
His voice sounded casual, almost teasing, but his jaw was tense and rigid, and Naruto's heart rang hollow.
"I-I don't – I know that," he blurted. His hands moved to cup Kakashi's cheeks, tilting his head so he would look at him. "I know that. I never thought about you like that. I only said it, um, back them because I was hurt, y'know? I – " his voice shivered as he confessed, "even as a wolf, you were the most important thing in the world to me, cuz you were always there an' I wasn't… I wasn't alone, anymore." His throat tightened. "I love you."
His voice broke on the last word, desperate for Kakashi to finally meet his eyes. His thumbs brushed the sharp cheekbones, the tip of his ears, the soft hair. He needed to touch him, hold him, make sure he was still there with him –
The man sighed. "I know."
And suddenly, there were lips on his, soft and demanding, and a teasing tongue licking its way into his mouth, and Naruto could no longer think. He parted his lips, eager to get closer, taste more of him, and Kakashi accepted his invitation, conquering his mouth and searing his kiss unto his lips. Naruto tightened his hold of Kakashi's hair, pulling him closer, and gasped when Kakashi groaned in response.
"I will not wear women's lingerie, however," Kakashi muttered, his lips still caressing Naruto's. He kissed him again, the touch short yet blistering against Naruto's swollen lips.
Naruto blinked, dazed, and watched Kakashi's lips as they moved, wondering why they were so far away.
It took a moment for the words to register in his mind.
His cheeks burned red. "W-what?"
Kakashi cocked his brow. "I saw you looking," he said, then tousled his hair and leaned closer. "And I know what you smell like when you're aroused." He nipped his ear.
Naruto pushed him away. "I wasn't thinking about you wearing 'em, you ass." His heart worked overtime, drumming in his ear.
Kakashi blinked, then leaned closer, eye ardent yet again –
Naruto shoved his face away. "I wasn't thinking about – well, sorta – just-just-just finish trying the clothes on, already! Seriously," he blabbered, then noticed he was half naked and pulled up his pants and underwear.
He glanced up, still burning red, and saw Kakashi donning a pair of pants and hastily closing the zipper. He hissed, wincing as he did so, and Naruto suddenly realized he was hard.
He leaned forward, his heart beating faster. "Um, I can help with that," he suggested, swallowing hastily.
Kakashi shook his head. "I need more time than you, and we've loitered here long enough." He turned to face him, scratching his jaw. "Well?"
Naruto nodded, distracted. "I think the length is good. Does it feel all right?"
Kakashi cleared his throat. "Difficult to tell," he said, still not looking at him.
Naruto felt the tortured man deserved a break. "All right," he sighed. "The rest will probably look good, too. Maybe you can try them at home," he got up and leaned against the man, cupping his cheeks and making him meet his eyes, "after you let me take care of you."
Kakashi hmmed, but his muscles softened against him as he pulled his body flush against his chest. His jaw was no longer tense. "So, no ice cream?"
"Of course, we're gonna get ice cream!" Naruto protested, smacking his chest playfully. "I deserve a reward after my hard work, y'know," he challenged and tried to glare at the man but ended up grinning instead.
Kakashi cocked a brow, then snaked his hands under Naruto's shirt, gentle fingers caressing his skin and pressing into the ridges of his spine. "You consider this work," he asserted dryly.
Naruto rolled his eyes. "I didn't mean it like that, jerk. Y'know I love taking care of my handsome boyfriend." He balanced on his toes and pressed a quick kiss to the stunned man's lips. "I still want ice cream, though."
Kakashi nodded, looking slightly flustered, and released him.
Naruto stared, watching Kakashi's ears blooming pink as the man hurried to change back into his regular clothes.
A shit-eating grin split open his face.
"My gorgeous boyfriend," he teased.
Kakashi hmmed, turning away from him, and Naruto watched in awe as the soft shade darkened into bright red.
"My stunning boyfriend," he added slowly, emphasizing every syllable.
Kakashi glared at him as his cheeks joined the party, slowly turning redder and redder.
"My beautiful – "
"Stop it."
Notes:
Hey y'all, and happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate! I hope all of you got to share some lovely moments with your family, whether you celebrate or not. With all the hate stirring worldwide, it becomes especially crucial to share moments of peace and joy with our loved ones.
So, back to the fic:
Naruto and Kakashi had finally gone shopping together! I'll leave it up to you to decide whether the store clerk heard Naruto's and Kakashi's… um… little adventure lol
And Naruto is starting to discover the power he has over Kakashi… which will become quite useful in the next chapter (because Naruto never goes back on his word and he did promise Kakashi a reward…) ;)
BTW just because Naruto wasn't yet ready for bondage doesn't mean we won't see any in the future (or will we?)
So I guess the real question is, what color should Naruto's lingerie be?
So that's it! I hope y'all are staying safe wherever you are, and I'd love to hear your thoughts! Thank you so much for your continued support. It truly means the world to me
PS: sammy girl99: there will be more SaskueXSakura moments, but not in the near future :)