Naruto One-Shot (Yaoi)

Audacity

By nastyboy

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Adrenaline rushes through Iruka’s veins, boiling his blood from the inside out as he crouches, back flush to the thick trunk of a tree. He flattens his hands to the trunk, letting the rough impression of the bark calm his racing thoughts. He never thought Kakashi would ask to train together, he didn’t even know how Kakashi found time to train in between his Kage duties, but he was endlessly exhilarated that he did.

Iruka peeks carefully around the trunk into the clearing past it. He watches with barely contained glee as Kakashi shoots out of the trees, and straight onto the trigger for a barrier explosion trap. Iruka brings his hands together to dish out the chakra necessary without straining himself, but panics when he hears the distinct poof that accompanies a clone dispelling as the barrier is unsealing. He keeps his chakra focus, tossing out a light sensor net to his surroundings. His head whips around just in time for someone to crash into his side. They tumble together over the forest floor, kicking up dirt and weeds and grass in their scuffle to pin each other.

Eventually Kakashi gets Iruka’s hand clasped in one of his, forcing them above his head. His other hand cups Iruka’s chin while he shifts his weight back to pin Iruka’s legs. They’re both panting, fierce grey locked with fiery brown as they catch their breath, appearances thoroughly disheveled. Kakashi’s mask got pulled mostly down somewhere in the fight, it’s barely hooked over his chin and Iruka’s hitai-ate is long gone. Kakashi is caught off guard when Iruka laughs, it’s gasping and loud and it lights his face up like twinkling stars light the night sky. He’s mesmerized, his focus slips and so does his grip, Iruka jumps at the chance. Kakashi swears as he’s thrown to the ground, Iruka easily reversing their positions so he’s pressed close between Kakashi’s legs and holding their laced hands to the ground.

Iruka knows this is done because Kakashi’s relaxing under his grip, legs splaying a little further around Iruka’s hips and chest heaving. He grins, opening his mouth to tease Kakashi for getting lazy in his Hokage days, but he’s distracted by a flush spilling high over pale cheeks and pupils dilating to eclipse soft grey irises and pink lips parting around an uneven breath. His mouth goes a little dry at the sight. All of a sudden Iruka registers that there’s a low arousal burning through his system, cock straining against the ties of his pants.

Iruka leans down, the smile on his face edging into alluring. He grazes their lips in a chaste touch, and Kakashi’s lips drop further open. Iruka doesn’t take the obvious invitation, instead he pulls back, reveling in the precious sound that drops from Kakashi’s lips. Kakashi slides his hands from Iruka’s loosened grasp, propping himself up on his elbows to kiss Iruka. He guides their lips in a passionate tango, careful of the his sharp teeth while he nips Iruka’s lush lips. Iruka lets his hips roll against Kakashi’s, moaning at the experimental friction. It feels good for Kakashi too if the way his head lolls is telling. Iruka shifts his weight so their erections line up better, so the friction is better. Kakashi arches into him, mouth laving distracted kisses over his jawline as he squirms in response.

They set a steady rhythm, hips shuddering and jerking against each other as pleasure sweeps down their spines. Iruka’s moaning into Kakashi’s shoulder now. His nails are digging into the dirt as his hands clench up. Kakashi’s teeth are caressing his neck, and he wants to ask him to bite, but he can’t gather his words.

At a particularly hard thrust, Kakashi’s legs start quivering where they’re draped over Iruka’s hips, and his head tips back, hanging loosely as pleasure washes over him. Iruka brings his lips to the hollow of Kakashi’s throat, pressing kisses through the fabric while his hips speed up. Kakashi whines, a pretty pathetic noise that Iruka wants to hear again. Before he can figure out how, a voice rings out around them.