For the second time today, Naruto was glad he read the Icha-Icha series.
The plot was, granted, awful, but Kakashi insisted on reading them exclusively (research papers didn't count), so even though he said he read them for the romance, Naruto suspected he also enjoyed the improbable encounters described by his decidedly horny professor. And although Naruto would rather die than tell Jiraiya his books inspired his sex life, he was willing to go to extreme lengths to satisfy his surprisingly open-minded boyfriend.
He sucked him off in a fitting room. Naruto would somehow have to top that.
Not that he minded the challenge.
They finally reached Kakashi's apartment. The man carried the takeaway bag of ice cream and toppings Naruto chose – whipped cream and chocolate sauce, for obvious reasons – and though his face retained its perfect mask of calm, Naruto knew he had already suspected something was up. Well, especially since Naruto had a terrible poker face and couldn't stop grinning.
So, the moment he locked the door, Naruto sprung into action. He hugged Kakashi from behind, trailing his fingers along the toned forearms, and traced his fingers over his wrist, pressuring slightly. "Go to the bedroom, take your clothes off, and wait for me," he growled in his ear, doing his best to sound commanding and seductive. "Oh, and, um, with a towel. I mean," he added, embarrassed, then deepened his voice, "Lie on your back, on a towel, on the bed." His cheeks burned red when he felt Kakashi chuckle. Using his arms to balance himself, he stood on his tiptoes and bit his earlobe. "And don't touch yourself," he instructed, flustered, and took the bag with the ice cream from Kakashi's hand.
Damn it. It sounded cooler in his head.
Kakashi hmmed. He turned around, his smile fond and his eyes full of hunger, and cupped Naruto's burning cheeks. "Your wish is my command," he murmured softly. He pressed a short, blistering kiss to Naruto's lips, biting the lower lip playfully, then winked and walked to the bedroom to do as he was ordered. As he did, he took off his shirt and threw it on the couch.
He had a gorgeous back, rippling with every move, strong and powerful and broad, a pale canvas Naruto itched to explore, to taste, to bite….
Naruto whimpered. Fuck. Right. He shook his head, slapped his cheeks, and undressed in a hurry. Ignoring the dogs, he quickly donned Kakashi's apron and tied it around his waist. The fabric was rough on his skin, but it was heavy and kept his erection well hidden.
And besides, he bet Kakashi would be quite willing to take it off of him, so he didn't mind.
Naruto opened the bag and retrieved the box with the ice cream, the toppings, and a spoon. He was ready.
With an eager grin and flushed cheeks – and a few deep breaths that didn't calm him at all – he sauntered into the bedroom. "One order of ice cream, coming up!" he declared. He wanted to say more, but the sight before him left his mind blank.
Kakashi lay on the bed, as instructed, naked, as instructed, and reading Icha-Icha, not as instructed.
He looked up when he heard him, and the subtle, amused challenge in his eyes and the soft affection of his smirk melted into a ravenous, ardent desire. Kakashi dropped the book, sat up at the sight of him, and swallowed him with his eyes.
His dick stood up in attention, swollen and hard and eager for his touch.
Naruto's breath shivered along his lips as part of him quivered, nervous and yearning for Kakashi to guide him. He almost crawled to him, craving his closeness, when the coldness of the ice cream broke through his stupor. Right. Heart drumming, he ordered, "Lie down."
With a soft grunt, Kakashi obeyed. His eyes never left him. His nostrils flared when Naruto approached. His muscles flexed, just as impatient, yet his hunger hadn't faded.
"Naruto," he growled.
Naruto smirked as newfound confidence surged through his veins. He felt almost drunk; the scent of Kakashi's arousal left him dizzy.
He climbed onto the bed and straddled Kakashi with one swift motion. He placed the toppings on the nightstand and, with a breathy laugh, opened the ice cream box and shoved his finger into the creamy treat. Without breaking eye contact, he lifted his finger, brought it to his lips, and sucked.
Kakashi groaned. He placed his hands on Naruto's thighs, brushing the skin and massaging the muscles.
Naruto moaned in response, tracing his tongue over the sticky sweetness. "Hmm. The coffee flavor is not half bad. Would you like some?" he purred as he slowly ground his erection over Kakashi's clenched stomach.
"Yes, please," Kakashi breathed, his voice laden with raw desire.
Naruto could almost see the wolf within him, waiting to pounce. Kakashi felt wild, almost dangerous, and Naruto's body fluttered with pleasure at the idea that Kakashi obeyed him.
"Well, since you're so polite, I will give you extra." He plunged his finger into the ice cream, scooped some onto his digit, and brought it to Kakashi's lips. "Finish all of it, and I'll reward ya."
Kakashi licked his finger, guiding it into his mouth with his tongue as his fingers dug into Naruto's thighs. He sucked his finger, his growl vibrating deep within his chest, and pressed his hardened ock against Naruto's bare butt.
Naruto hissed and mimicked him, pressing back as he slowly removed his finger from Kakashi's mouth. "Good boy," he managed, almost too aroused to think, and leaned down and kissed him.
His kiss was hungry, hard and rushed, clumsy in its eagerness, but Kakashi's hands were just as eager, their grip almost bruising as he tilted his jaw and hugged his neck, guiding him closer. Kakashi's kiss ravaged him, his tongue sweet and demanding, and Naruto moaned into the kiss.
"You're, fuck, hmn," he managed, breathless and dizzy. "You're fucking exquisite. I'm gonna kiss every inch of you."
He sat up, catching his breath, and picked up the ice cream. "This will help me know," he swallowed, licking his lips, "where I've been."
Kakashi stared at him, pupils dilated and fangs bared, as the rise and fall of his chest betrayed his struggle not to move. He wanted more.
Naruto filled the spoon with ice cream and slowly dripped the treat along Kakashi's neck, drawing paths with the frozen metal on the burning skin. "S'that good?" he managed. "Can I continue?"
"Yes," Kakashi hissed. "You are doing amazing, Naruto." His hands once again gripped his thighs, his waist, and slowly rubbed his butt against his cock. "Keep going."
Right. He refilled his spoon and drew another frozen path on Kakashi's chest. With a shuddered breath, he poured the ice cream on Kakashi's nipple.
Kakashi's fingers twitched, digging into his flesh. "Fuck," he growled. "Naruto."
Naruto pressed the spoon against Kakashi's nipple, cherishing the sudden, broken gasp that tore through Kakashi's lips. His cheeks were flushed, eyes closed, mouth parted, and Naruto, shivering in excitement, was eager to see what else he could do to pleasure his love. He removed the spoon and took Kakashi's nipple in his mouth.
Kakashi groaned. His fingers dashed to tangle in Naruto's hair and guide him closer, a muted request for more.
Naruto had more to give. He licked the nipple clean of ice cream, twirled his tongue around the hardened bud and slowly, carefully, applied pressure with his teeth.
Kakashi growled in response. His fingers tightened their hold, indicating when the pressure was too much, and Naruto released and sucked the nipple with earnest instead. His other hand traveled lower, caressed Naruto's butt, and squeezed.
"Mnhm," he managed, no longer capable of thinking coherently, and ground his erection against Kakashi's stomach as he licked his neck, kissing and biting and sucking every bit of skin covered in the creamy treat. He poured more, covering Kakashi's other nipple and tracing the contours of his muscles with marks his tongue was more than willing to collect.
Slowly, he made his way down Kakashi's body, taking his time to cover and lick him until he reached the climax of his plot.
Kakashi's dick stood erect and wanting, flushed and dripping precum along the veins.
His own dick was trembling as well, eager to be touched, but Naruto refused to give in.
He opened the second container and plunged his spoon into the whipped cream. "Um, can I – "
"Yes," Kakashi growled, his voice broken and raw. "Yes."
Naruto smiled. A part of him wanted to tease Kakashi, but the sight of him yearning for him, needing him, waiting for him was intoxicating. Drunk on power and pleasure, he covered Kakashi's cock in whipped cream and chocolate sauce and dove right in.
"Naruto!"
Yes, his mind purred as he licked the length of Kakashi's cock, swallowing sweetness and salt and burning with need. I knew I'd make you yell my name. You're mine. You're mine forever.
He took him in his mouth.
His tongue lapped at the weeping head, then danced along the veins as he guided him deeper and deeper into the hollow of his mouth. He tried to focus on the rhythm, licking and sucking in earnest, but couldn't manage to fit all of him into his mouth.
Kakashi's fingers caressed his hair, then guided his movements, slowing him down. His eyes watched him hungrily, burning with need.
"K-Kashi," he swallowed, moaning when Kakashi's fingers brushed his ear. "How do I. I wanna do what you did. In the fitting room."
The man cursed. "Deep throating takes practice. And I'm… difficult for first-timers."
Naruto scowled. "Well, s'not like I'm gonna search for someone with a smaller dick. Tell me what to do."
Kakashi cursed again and looked away, his fingers twitching against Naruto's scalp.
Naruto knew he was struggling to refuse him. With a frustrated huff, he leaned and sucked Kakashi's balls into his mouth.
"You little shit," Kakashi growled. He groaned, his breaths hot and heavy, and finally uttered, "Fine. Relax your jaw and breathe. Fuck."
Naruto smirked. He wasn't sure what Kakashi had meant, but it didn't mean he wasn't going to try. He licked Kakashi's dick, covering it with saliva, and took him in his mouth. Unclenching his jaw, he looked up.
Kakashi cursed. He brushed his hair, his touch soothing. "Slowly," he gasped. "Good. Slowly. Slow – fuck. Naruto."
Naruto took him deep into his throat, determined to reach Kakashi's balls. And gagged. He pulled back, choking, and coughed.
A hand pulled his hair. "I said slowly," Kakashi reprimanded him. "Relax your throat and stop when it's too much. Hold it. Pull out. Breathe," he growled. His orders were as short as his breaths. He sat up, and though his thumb brushed the back of his neck in slow and smooth movements, his eyes looked feral. He needed more.
Naruto nodded, ready to try again. He kneeled on the floor, took a deep breath, and repeated the process. He lavished Kakashi's cock with his tongue, sucked his cock as deep as he could into his throat, then leaned back when he had to breathe. He picked up the pace, encouraged by Kakashi's choked breaths and his fingers tightening their grip on the back of his neck.
One of his hands rested on Kakashi's thigh for balance while the other caressed his own dick, thumb brushing the head and building up the heat within his stomach.
Kakashi's hand tensed, holding him in place, so Naruto swirled his tongue along the head and gazed up, eyes full of challenge –
"Naruto," he growled, calling for him, holding him, as he became undone in his mouth. "Fuck. Naruto," Kakashi whispered, shivering as Naruto continued to suck on his cock, cleaning him from chocolate and cum. "Naruto."
The teen, finally, released Kakashi's cock. He smirked. "I did good, huh?" he declared triumphantly.
"Yes. Come here." Kakashi pulled him up, guiding him into his lap. His fingers quickly undid the knots of the apron and undressed him, then explored his chest, caressing his body and pulling him closer.
Naruto straddled him, mind hazy with pleasure and victory, and wrapped his hands around Kakashi's neck.
"Keep touching yourself," the man instructed as he retrieved something from the nightstand. His other hand caressed his butt. "Lean on me."
Naruto did. He rested his head on Kakashi's shoulder and gripped his cock in his fist. A choked whine escaped his lips.
"Here." Kakashi dripped lube on his hand. "Keep going."
Naruto did. He breathed shakily, embarrassed and aroused by the idea of him jacking off in Kakashi's lap, when Kakashi's arms wrapped around his waist, spread his cheeks and –
"K-Kashi!" he cried, gasping.
Kakashi guided his fingers deeper into him, slowly building a rhythm. "Don't stop, Naruto. Match my pace."
Naruto tried. Unrestrained moans and loud curses echoed in his ears. He was lost to the touch, no longer thinking about anything except for Kakashi's fingers penetrating him, spreading him open, pressing down –
"GodFuckingShit Ah!" he yelled, sinking his nails into Kakashi's back. "Kashi!"
Hot, thick cum exploded on Kakashi's stomach.
Naruto melted into Kakashi's chest, gasping and twitching, dizzy and exhausted. "Kashi," he whispered.
Fingers curled around his jaw, tilting his head, and Kakashi bowed his head and kissed him. The kiss was gentle, soothing and tender, and Naruto closed his eyes as he curled into it. Nestled in Kakashi's arms, discomfited by the stickiness but too weak to do anything about it, he murmured, "D'you like it? Me n'. The ice cream."
"I did," a soft voice murmured in his ear, velvety and raw, deep and warm. "Very much." He kissed his forehead. "We need to wash."
"Hmn," Naruto mumbled, not moving from his spot. "I did well. Carry me," he moaned, breathing in Kakashi's scent. "S'my reward."
"I see," Kakashi replied, chuckling quietly.
Naruto opened one eye, smiling softly when strong hands picked him up, holding him close. "You yelled my name," he announced as he tangled his fingers in Kakashi's hair.
"Did I?" Kakashi asked as he tested the water for warmth.
"Yeah," Naruto said proudly. "Told ya I would get you to yell my name."
"You did," Kakashi agreed. Slowly, he lowered both of them into the bathtub and began to scrub Naruto's chest from ice cream and cum.
The tub slowly filled with hot water, warm and pleasant against his skin, and Naruto sighed softly as he curled into Kakashi's chest and basked in his attention. "I love you," he mumbled and, before the man could respond, smeared foam on his nose.
An insistent licking of his ear interrupted his sleep.
Kakashi snapped awake, his senses immediately honing to the dark to inform him something was off. Wrong.
He patted Bisuke, guiding him away from his ear, and glanced around.
It was nighttime still; the room was dark and cool, and he was in bed. Alone. His hand patted the mattress where he remembered Naruto lay, but the sheet was cold. He sniffed; his scent was fainter than he would have liked.
Bisuke whined, bit his pants, and tried to pull him away from the bed.
Kakashi got up and followed.
He kept his steps muffled and his eyes sharp, body tense and ready to act – and found his dogs sitting in a circle around Naruto. They licked him and rubbed themselves against him, but the teen did not appear to notice. He sat on the floor, hugging his knees, and stared at the contents of the fridge, illuminated by its soft light.
He did not react to the reprimanding beeping that penetrated the silence.
Something was really off, then.
Kakashi walked closer, no longer bothering to muffle his steps, and crouched beside the teen. He put his hand on his shoulder.
Naruto jumped, edging away from his touch, and glanced up, eyes wide –
"Oh," he managed, his voice uneven. "It's you."
Kakashi hmmed, not knowing what else to do. He waited.
Naruto's eyes flickered about the room, noting the dogs and lingering on the open fridge, and then shifted back to him. He looked down as his face burned red, and his scent turned slightly sour. Ashamed. "I was thirsty," he said suddenly, still looking down, "um, guess I was lost in thought, or something. Didn't mean to wake you."
The sour scent intensified, so Kakashi reached out again, this time brushing his hair, and once again, Naruto shied from his touch.
He looked even smaller.
Kakashi dropped his hand. "Bisuke woke me," he said instead, keeping his voice quiet and level. "What's wrong?"
Because Naruto was ashamed of something that made him reject his touch – his heart drummed hollow.
"S'nothing, I told you, I was just thirsty," the teen mumbled, hugging his knees close to his chest.
Kakashi ignored his own anxiety and focused on taking care of Naruto. He glanced around, but there were no cups on the floor, the counter, or the table, and the drinks were still in the fridge, apparently untouched.
He returned his gaze to the teen, who immediately looked away, lips pursed tight and knuckles white.
Kakashi got up, retrieved two glasses from the cabinet, and filled them with lemonade. He sat back down, offering Naruto a glass, and observed the teen hesitantly accepting the drink, sipping carefully while still not looking at him.
He decided to push, just a little. "Did you have a bad dream?"
Naruto shifted uncomfortably. His eyes flickered toward the open fridge and then back down. "No," he managed, his voice slightly thick. "Um, I was just thirsty and I got distracted, that's all."
That's not all. You are still avoiding me. "Are you hungry?" he asked carefully. When Naruto flinched and curled tighter, he added, "I could go for a midnight snack. I bought some instant ramen, too, if you're interested. What would you like?"
"S'not that," Naruto protested, ears red. "I was just checking – "
His voice faltered. Naruto buried his head in the crook between his legs, hiding from him, locking him out.
No. Kakashi shifted closer so Naruto sat between his legs and wrapped his hands around the teen's head and back. Slowly, and ever so gently, he pulled him against his chest and into his arms.
Just checking that he had food. Just checking that things were not like what they were before. Just checking.
He tightened his hold, tangling his fingers in the golden hair, and guided him to rest against his rapidly beating heart.
Slowly, he traced his fingers up and down Naruto's spine, pressuring just a little, while his other hand drew soothing patterns against his scalp. And slowly, just as slowly, Naruto melted into his arms, seeking his neck and sniffling. He burrowed deeper so Kakashi held him closer, hugged him tighter, bundling him as close as he could.
"Um," Naruto mumbled, rubbing his eyes against Kakashi's collarbone. "You really bought instant ramen?" He wrapped his hands around his chest.
Kakashi hmmed. "Yes, and some other things I remember you liked."
Naruto's hold tightened. "Why?" he choked. A shiver ran through him.
Kakashi instinctively rubbed his back, engulfing him in his arms. "Well, I wanted to show you I welcome you," he tried, but something about the words felt cold, off, so he tried again, "I want to take care of you, make sure you're safe and happy." His mouth dried. He could not say what he wanted to say.
He leaned closer and nosed at Naruto's hair, breathing in his scent, now soft and just slightly damp, and tried to calm himself. "I waited for you," he confessed.
Naruto sighed softly, brushing his hands over Kakashi's back as he nuzzled at his neck. "You didn't want me to come, though," he mumbled.
Kakashi could feel his Adam's apple shivering against his chest. He tightened his hold, leaning closer, and kissed Naruto's golden hair. "I was not ashamed, Naruto," he whispered, answering the teen's unasked question as he slowly stroked his back. "People can say… well, you know what people can say. I wanted to protect you," he added, keeping his voice as calm and soothing as he could. "I did not want to lose you."
"Stupid," Naruto mumbled, curling against Kakashi's chest. "I'm not going anywhere. You just need to let me in."
His fingers flexed, tightening their hold on the teen, and Kakashi had to force them to relax. I am trying, he wanted to say, but he had a feeling that would not appease the teen; that was not the reason for his actions. He could not make Naruto open up to him when he found it as difficult, if not more. He could not compel him to find relief in his touch.
The way Naruto curled against him reminded him of how he sought comfort from his wolf form; not from him.
Perhaps this was still too new for him. The change in their relationship was too drastic to be trusted; too fragile, perhaps, for Naruto to risk testing it.
But since he resorted to reenacting old habits, perhaps an older form of comfort would be the one to appease him.
Kakashi gently brushed the teen's cheek. "Shall I make us ramen?" He kissed the crown of his head. "And some tea, maybe?"
Naruto nodded, slowly sitting up. "Ramen sounds good," he managed, daring a glance at him. "I'll make it, though. I have lots of experience."
Kakashi smiled, planting a soft kiss on his forehead. "I'll make the tea, then." He kissed his cheek.
Naruto flushed, his cheeks blooming into soft pink, and managed a small, huffed smile, which had to be an improvement. Kakashi leaned again and kissed his nose.
The teen scrunched his face and pushed him away. "So licky," he protested as his cheeks colored red.
Kakashi hmmed. "Well, this is entirely your fault." He cupped Naruto's cheek, fingers curling underneath his jaw and tilting his head as he leaned closer and whispered in his ear, "You could say I'm growing addicted to you."
He got the reaction he wanted. Naruto's hands grabbed his shoulders, fingers digging into his flesh, as the teen pulled himself closer. "Kiss me properly, then," he demanded, eyes shining as he looked up – and met Kakashi's eyes.
Finally.
Kakashi delved into the blue, noticing the ache, the love, the quiet desperation bounding them both. Carefully, he reminded himself, and kissed Naruto.
He pulled the teen closer, his touch almost possessive, his fingers demanding as they anchored Naruto against him. His kiss, however, was soft. He moved his lips against Naruto's in gentle, soothing caresses –
And Naruto pushed himself closer, digging his knee into Kakashi's thigh as he bit his lower lip, growling at him, and thrust his tongue into Kakashi's mouth.
His fingers tangled in Kakashi's hair and pulled, angling his head below as he climbed on top of him.
And Kakashi let him, finding himself getting surprisingly aroused by Naruto's messy desperation –
I shouldn't, crossed his mind. He needs me differently.
Kakashi ignored the heat blazing through his stomach and pulled away. "Naruto – "
He started, yet his voice failed him and faded. Naruto's eyes gazed at him, wide and startled by his rejection, and then the teen immediately looked away, flinching as he kneeled on the floor instead of on Kakashi's lap –
Don't treat me like I'm broken, he remembered. Promise me.
Fuck. Kakashi pulled him back into his lap, one hand wrapped around his waist while the other cupped his cheek, tangling in his hair, and guided him to look up as Kakashi kissed him again. This time, he did not try to soothe or to dominate.
Kakashi closed his eyes and allowed himself to kiss Naruto the way he wanted to kiss Naruto, the way Naruto wanted to be kissed; he caressed his smooth skin, holding on to the soft tenderness he only felt around Naruto, the mirrored tenderness Naruto only showed around him, and kissed him.
Naruto gasped, grabbing unto him again, and parted his lips, allowing him in. Allowing him to guide him, submitting to his touch while also demanding more.
His fingers pulled at his hair, their touch desperate, and Kakashi responded by running his digits up the teen's back, digging into the ridges of his spine and molding him against his body, claiming his closeness.
This time, Kakashi didn't resist Naruto's attempt to lead. He obeyed his guiding touch, moving his hand down and sliding it under the teen's loose shirt –
A loud, rumbling noise interrupted their kiss.
Kakashi blinked and pulled away, observing Naruto as his ears suddenly flushed red.
"Um – " the teen muttered and fell silent. His hands gripped his shoulders again as he failed to meet his gaze.
Kakashi huffed and stroked a flushed cheek. "That's the universal signal for a snack, isn't it?" He smiled, the expression soft, and pulled him closer for one, lasting kiss. "I'll show you where the ramen is."
Naruto nodded, still embarrassed, and sought him with his eyes as he clumsily got up. "Oh, right," he mumbled and offered him a hand.
Kakashi accepted his hand and allowed Naruto to pull him up.
He opened the nearest cabinet, watching as the teen's eyes lit up at the sight of boxes upon boxes of every ramen flavor Kakashi managed to get his hands on.
It must have been around fifty cups, stocked neatly in a colorful display.
Naruto snickered. "Don't you think you overdid it a bit?" His voice was light, almost teasing, but Kakashi could sense the cracks slipping through.
He stepped closer and leaned his shoulder against Kakashi's, reminding Kakashi of all those times he snapped at him, then tried to regain his affection.
That's why he shied away from him still, Kakashi realized, observing the teen as he chose a flavor for both of them. He was trying to be perfect for him. He was scared of messing up.
"Wait here," Kakashi mumbled, planting a soft kiss on the back of Naruto's neck, and walked to the yard, turning on the outdoor lights. He picked up a blanket and spread it on the dusty ground behind the wall, then returned to the living room and walked toward the sofa. He pulled out two thick, heavy cushions and set one on the blanket and another against the wall. Next, he prepared the tea and carried out two mugs and yet another blanket, shooing the dogs when they tried to climb on the cushion, and noticed Naruto holding two instant ramen cups and gazing at him with wide eyes and a soft blush.
He smiled at him. "Come," and reached with his hand. "It's not as pretty as Darui's, I suppose, but I figured it would make do."
Naruto grinned at him – Kakashi's heart stumbled – and rushed to his side. "It's awesome!" he declared. "Sit."
Kakashi did. He leaned against the cushion and picked up the extra blanket – and Naruto immediately rushed to sit in his lap, curling against his chest while still balancing that chemical soup he loved so much. His grin, however, did not wither, so Kakashi decided he did not quite mind.
He wrapped the blanket around the teen, anchoring him close to his body, and kissed the nape of his shoulder, nipping at the soft skin.
Naruto offered him one of the cups. "I picked the miso one. That's your favorite, right?"
Kakashi hmmed, accepting his cup, and took a small, hesitant sip. Well, he had to admit, it wasn't that bad. Granted, it wasn't good, either, but… one glance at Naruto's beaming face proved it was worth it.
He whistled, summoning the dogs, and smiled as they joined them, eager to sniff and lick and receive the most pets, while Naruto seemed intent on petting them all. He giggled as he spoke to them, commenting on their energy and complaining about being licked, and slowly, his body smelled warm again, like summer and crisp, bright breeze, and Kakashi hoped it meant Naruto was content.
He finished his meal, put down the chopsticks and the cup, and employed his now free hands to gently rub Naruto's stomach, his touch slow and rhythmic, intimate and soothing.
Naruto gulped down the soup, clearly trying to salvage any last drop, put down the cup, and stretched against Kakashi's shoulder. "You're petting me like a dog." He giggled and tilted his head so he could look at him.
Kakashi gazed at those eyes, hypnotized by the soft, shining blue, and wondered how he ever found the strength to look away.
Naruto cupped his cheek, frowning slightly. "Um, K… Kashi?" he mumbled, his voice both eager and shy. His eyes sought his as the teen watched him with bated breath and a pounding heart.
Kakashi's breath shivered as the bridge of Naruto's nose bloomed red. Damn.
He cleared his throat. "Does it bother you?" he whispered, then added, slightly playful, "Ruto."
Naruto blinked, then smacked him, grinning at Kakashi's indirect acceptance of the nickname despite his best attempt to be serious. "You can't copy my nickname for you! You need to come up with your own!" Still, he burrowed into his hug, pulling Kakashi's arms closer around his form. He blushed again. "And, um, I don't mind," he mumbled, voice shy yet again, and guided Kakashi's hands underneath his shirt. "S'nice. It makes me sleepy."
He looked up, seeking him again with his eyes wide and hesitant.
Kakashi kissed his forehead. His fingers traced the warm skin, slightly pressing against the defined lines of Naruto's muscles. "Sleep, then." He blinked suddenly, noticing where they were. "Unless you'd rather go back to bed?"
Naruto shook his head, curling under the blanket and into his arms. He reached for his hands and pulled on his wrists, inviting him to touch more of him. "No, it's nice," he mumbled, nuzzling at his neck. "Um. Actually… I kinda wanted to sleep with you in a dog pile ever since I saw you sitting in one," he admitted, snuggling closer. "It looked so comfortable."
Kakashi caressed his hair and tucked the blanket underneath his limbs. He whistled, inviting the dogs to sit closer, and tried to memorize the beautiful, sleepy grin that broke through Naruto's aching hesitation.
When he was done, he once again snaked his hand under Naruto's shirt
"And?" he whispered, kissing the teen's golden hair. "Is it?"
Naruto nodded clumsily in response. His eyelids fluttered, closing on their own.
Kakashi kissed his forehead one more time. "Sleep," he hesitated, then added, "sweetheart."
Naruto sighed quietly, cuddling closer, and Kakashi leaned back against Bull, shifting slightly until he found a comfortable position, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.
Notes:
So. Turns out I forgot to write Kakashi's reward scene, just had it as a footnote. Ended up writing something like 2400 words today. I am exhausted.
As a HC, I believe Kakashi is not usually obedient in the bedroom because he's not comfortable enough with the other person, but with Naruto, he really enjoys letting him take control and see where that may lead them. It's difficult for him to hold back, especially when he wants to be tender and gentle with Naruto but Naruto wants to rush ahead, but they are slowly finding their balance.
The scene where Naruto stares at the fridge, entranced by the fact he has food, is inspired by a real-life story about a holocaust survivor's daughter who said her mother could stare at food for hours. When she wasn't home, she often went to the bakery, not to buy anything, but just to smell and see the bread.
Anyways, that's it! What did you guys think? I'd love to hear your thoughts!
Stay safe y'all, and I hope to see you again next Friday!
PS - TigrezzTail: I'm so glad you're enjoying Naruto discovering his... well, kinks and preferences lol Kakashi adores Naruto haha he enjoys his creativity and how much he trusts him to explore his sexual interests with him, but he still doesnt think of himself as handsome so Naruto's compliments worked extra well haha Thank you so much!