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erimeows · 1 month ago

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Kankuro NSFW Alphabet

For my Kankuro anon <3 headcanons beneath the cut! Let me know if you'd like anything else. Thank you for the request, and enjoy!

A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex):

Makes sure you’re okay, but not overly doting because he doesn’t want to come off as condescending or disrespectful. If you ask for anything, he’ll get it for you. He’s also a little embarrassed/bashful after sex and has a hard time going from that back to acting casually with you.

B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner):

His favorite body parts on himself are his hands. They’re responsible for crafting puppets, for controlling them; for holding your hands, for holding you close to him, and for bringing you pleasure. They’re also pretty large and, from his line of work, worn, which he likes the look of.

His favorite body part on you are your wrists. He finds them beautiful in an odd way and spends a lot of your bedroom time tying them together with chakra strings if you’ll let him, so he’s done a lot of admiring of them.

C: Cum (Anything to do with cum):

He’s pretty neutral about it most of the time. Doesn’t have any sort of cum kink, doesn’t hate it either.

Though he’d be lying if he said he wouldn’t like a photo of you covered in his.

D: Dirty Secret

He printed out a small copy of a suggestive photo you took for him once and laminated it so he could put it in his wallet/satchel to get off to during long missions away from you.

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?):

He’s slept with a couple of people by the time he gets to you and generally knows what he’s doing, but while he may be cocky in combat, he’s not really that way in the bedroom until well into the relationship when he’s gotten a taste for what you like.

F: Favorite Position:

Doesn’t matter as long as you’re tied up.

Like, actually. He’s happy to do it pretty much anywhere in any way, he’s just happy to be able to make love to you.

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.):

Depends on the day, but I’d say he’s always somewhere in between serious and humorous. The guy knows better than to take himself too seriously, but he also knows better than to crack jokes that will kill the mood. The atmosphere is usually light and fun- though the most you’ll get out of him joke-wise is teasing quips.

H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.):

He trims it to keep it comfortable but doesn’t bother with shaving because he has sensitive skin that tends to be dry from being in Suna’s desert heat all the time. His pubes are dark brown like the hair on his head and slightly curly.

I: Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…):

For Kankuro, sex is an act of love/intimacy, but he’s also not super romantic. As mentioned in ‘G’, he prefers to keep the atmosphere light and fun unless it’s an odd night.

J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon):

He has a ridiculously high sex drive and would probably have sex with you every day if you wanted it, but he understands that there are days that you guys are going to be separated for missions and that there are days where you’re not going to be in the mood. So, pretty much every day the two of you aren’t able to have sex, he masturbates.

As mentioned in ‘D’, he has a dirty photo of you that he keeps on his person to masturbate to when you’re not around. I actually imagine that he has a collection of them that he keeps in his nightstand for variety.

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks):

Bondage, bondage, bondage. Likes to tie your hands and sometimes ankles/legs if you’re up for it- uses chakra strings most of the time as that’s what he’s most skilled with, it takes less time than traditional rope or cuffs and he’s an impatient man.

At first it was a control thing- since he’s next in line to be Kazekage if Gaara dies until Shinki’s adoption, there have been multiple assassination attempts against him much like there have been against Gaara, so he’s terrified of someone having unlimited access to his body when the two of you first start dating, even if it’s in a sexual context. So, he prefers to tie up your hands at first- just in case you’re an assassin or something of the sort. This could definitely fall under ‘D’ but I felt the explanation would be more appropriately placed here.

As time passes and he learns to trust you more, it becomes something he also just happens to enjoy.

L: Location (Favorite places to do the do):

He doesn’t care.

But, if he had to choose, probably the bedroom. He’s a simple man.

Seriously, though, anywhere he can get it, he’ll take it.

M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going):

Anything. He’s very easily excitable and touch-sensitive. He’s good at hiding it for the most part, though.

Take and/or send nudes and he’ll be rock hard in seconds, bonus points if you’re semi-bound in some of them.

N: NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):

He definitely wouldn’t be open to any kinks that would limit his control over the situation i.e. being on the receiving end of bondage or sensory deprivation.

Also, absolutely no pain. He doesn’t want to receive it in any regard and the most he’ll provide is slight biting/hickeys/whatever marks you get from his chakra strings. He feels as if the two of you already go through enough pain in your day to day lives as ninja, so why bring more of it into your intimate lives?

O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc):

Absolutely can’t receive it because he can’t keep himself from bucking up into your mouth and making you gag.

Decent at giving, though it takes him quite a few attempts to learn exactly how you like it. He really enjoys giving it, though, as it’s a fun way to tease you.

P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.):

Slow and sensual, mostly because he likes to tease. Very rarely will you get fast and rough Kankuro, and when you do, it’s usually after a very bad mission.

Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.):

He’ll take sex whenever and wherever he can get it, so while he prefers proper sex, he’s not opposed to a quickie.

Quickies tend to happen when the two of you are together on a mission and just can’t help yourselves. Imagine hot, intense, fast sex with Kankuro in a tent- desperately trying to be quiet so any nearby enemies or allies don’t happen to hear what the two of you are up to.

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.):

Not really. Man likes what he likes, but… If you ask to try something and seem really interested, as long as it’s not one of the things listed in ‘N’, he’ll try it once.

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…):

He can go one round at a time, but two rounds in a day isn’t abnormal. Both last for however long he decides he wants to draw them out, which including foreplay, is anywhere between half an hour and an hour.

T: Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?):

He owns a couple fleshlights before the two of you start dating that he still uses on occasion when he feels like it.

After the two of you started dating, he also bought

U: Unfair (how much they like to tease):

He loves to tease but doesn’t mind if you tease him back.

Though, if you do tease him, expect to get that kind of treatment back tenfold.

He especially loves to do it in public. Chakra strings grazing your wrists, a hand on your thigh slowly moving up- only to move back down- while the two of you sit next to each other at a restaurant or a meeting or something of the sort. And then when you look at him like ‘what the fuck’, he acts like he has no idea what he’s doing to you.

In the bedroom it’s even worse. He’ll tease and edge you for as long as he can take it- which is a pretty long time.

V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make):

Not super loud, but talkative. He likes to speak dirty nothings against your neck while the two of you do it, and you might get a few grunts or a moan out of him.

W: Wild Card (Random headcanon):

His first time was with one of his squad mates during the war. Both of them figured they were young and hadn’t done it and were likely to die, so they went ahead and did it. The sex wasn’t very good and the memory is bittersweet. Kankuro is a little embarrassed that that’s the way his first time was, rather than something wholesome and romantic.

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words):

His cock is about five inches long, uncircumcised, thick and girthy with a lot of prominent veins, surrounded by curly brown hair.

He has a king’s crown/dydoe piercing.

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?):

As discussed in ‘J’, it’s very high and if he had it his way, the two of you would have sex every day.

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

It takes him a long time. He saw a lot during the war and has chronic nightmares/insomnia due to so many of his squadmates being injured or dying while he led them, and the horrific things he saw in general, so he doesn’t usually fall asleep until early-mid morning.

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erimeows · 6 months ago

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Not Anymore (NSFW)

Kakashi Hatake lies awake in his bed, cold and lonely as he stares up at the eggshell-hued ceiling of his bedroom. The grey sheets beneath his back are slightly damp with sweat from the nightmare his body just ripped him out of.

He glances to the window, which is shut and locked. He holds his hands in front of his face. For a moment, he swears he sees blood on them like he did all those years ago. He blinks and looks at them again to see that they’re clean, the pale skin merely clammy. There’s no blood to be seen.

Still, he sits up and runs his hands through his hair to try and clear his head from the nightmare. Rin was there, again… He’d just killed her. For some reason, Zabuza and Haku were there too, the words they said to him in the dream now unintelligible. The silhouette of Sakumo took over the clouds in the sky, and his little Genin were there too, screaming at him for all the times he failed them.

As fast as they came to haunt him in the first place, the warped memories of his horrific nightmare fade into something more dull.

It’s not real. None of it is real… At least not anymore. Any of what was there, is now in the past. Everything is okay now.

Kakashi lets out a sigh of relief and checks the clock.

He only has four hours left until he has to go to work his terrible job as Hokage. Should he try to go back to sleep, or should he give up on sleeping and get up to do his morning training…?

The room is dark. It’s raining outside. The clouds block the bits of moonlight that would normally pour through the window of the Hatake compound. It’s so dark that Kakashi can’t help but be reminded of the stormy night that he found his father’s body, cold and dead on the floor with his sword jammed through the chest that he’d once been held against on stormy nights such as this one. Now, there’s no one here to hold him when the thunder booms so loud it makes him flinch, and the wooden floor is still stained with blood underneath the carpet Kakashi put on top of it long ago to hide the evidence of what happened here.

Kakashi rubs his eyes to clear them of sleep. There’s no way he’ll be able to get any peaceful rest after that…

Suddenly, something- someone- is in his peripheral. Kakashi checks to make sure his mask is still covering his face when he realizes that it’s just Obito, who must’ve used his Kamui to teleport in.

“It’s way past midnight. What are you doing here this late?” Kakashi demands. Obito shifts, uncomfortable, so he follows his question up with a quirked brow and a joke. “Here to finally kill me?”

Obito laughs, something gravely and sardonic. Heat rises in Kakashi’s chest at the sound.

“You wish.”

Obito is in a t-shirt and pajama pants, but he’s wearing his mask… That stupid white orange mask that he wore just before the war. He wears it almost every day, even after Team Seven saved his life and brought him back to the village- even after Kakashi practically begged the elders and Lady Tsunade to give Obito another chance like they did with Sasuke, Orochimaru, and Kabuto. Kakashi wishes he could rip the swirl-patterned mask off of Obito’s face and break it over his kneecap. Still, he tries to ignore the immediate rage at seeing the mask, as whatever Obito’s here for must be important.

“...Don’t tell me,” Kakashi sits up in bed and stares Obito up and down. He swears, at times, that the two of them are in sync. Though Obito’s face is covered by his mask, Kakashi can guess by his sudden arrival and his body language why he might be here. “Nightmares?”

“Yeah,” Obito nods.

Kakashi isn’t sure what to do. On one hand, he could drag Obito out to go train, but going to fight probably isn’t what will help either of them right now… So, he lies back in bed and lifts his covers to invite Obito underneath them.

“Come here,” He lowly says, to which Obito freezes. It takes an awkwardly long time for him to finally move, but Obito does end up crawling underneath Kakashi’s covers and lying down, albeit facing away from Kakashi. The silver-haired man can still see the band of his friend’s mask around the back of his head, and at the sight of it, he frowns. He knows damn well Obito doesn’t sleep in it at home. “Can you at least take your mask off if you’re going to be in my bed like this?”

“You’re the one who invited me into your bed, asshole.”

“Obito.”

“Fine, just-” Obito grumbles and rips the mask off of his face, throwing it to the carpeted floor of Kakashi’s bedroom. “Don’t look at me… Please.”

“Okay,” Kakashi shrugs, somewhat disappointed. He’s been in love with Obito for so long, but he’s hardly gotten to see his face since the war. “Would you… Like to be held? Maybe?”

“Kakashi, you know that’s… Not something friends really do,” Obito retorts.

Kakashi pauses. He supposes that, no, cuddling is not something that most friends do. He doesn’t see Obito as a friend, though. He never has. And while he doesn’t think Obito will ever love him that way, he wants to love Obito more than anyone else will ever be able to.

“We’re not the average set of friends, are we?”

“I guess not.”

Much to Kakashi’s surprise, Obito rolls around to face him. Before Kakashi can get a look at his face, however, Obito is hiding it by snuggling into Kakashi’s thin frame.

“Anytime you need to, come back here to me. I don’t care how late it is if it’s you,” Kakashi starts, turning to fully face Obito and pulling him close before resting a hand on his back and gently rubbing it through his t-shirt. “I’ll let you cry on my shoulder… I’ll listen to anything you want to tell me… Rub your back, play with your hair. Whatever you want to make you feel better, Obito, I’ll do it.”

“Shut up, Kakashi,” Obito scolds, burying his face in Kakashi’s chest. “You’re embarrassing me.”

Kakashi doesn’t respond. Instead, he does as he’s told and stops talking. He rubs Obito’s back with one hand and plays with his hair using the other. The dark, curly locks feel soft against his battle-calloused fingertips. Within minutes, Obito’s tense body relaxes into a deep slumber. Calmed by Obito’s presence and knowing that he has nothing better to do until his alarm goes off, Kakashi falls asleep as well, a smile on his face underneath his cloth mask.

The next morning, Kakashi wakes up alone, but warm, to his alarm clock going off. He groggily reaches over to turn it off and sits up in bed. The covers fall to his lap as memories of Obito rush through his mind.

Obito is nowhere to be seen. Since the war, the man has been elusive as ever; closed off, emotionally stunted, and sometimes even mean. Though Kakashi tries to be as affectionate as possible, he himself has the emotional maturity of a teenager and struggles to openly communicate. Hell, Obito doesn’t even know about his feelings. Part of him thought that they would magically get along now that they’re older, but they argue just as much as they used to.

Their personalities clash, just in a different way than they did back then.

They argue… But the tension is also different than it was back then. Their issues are deep-rooted, much more serious, and impossible to resolve when neither of them are willing to be vulnerable with each other.

It’s hard to believe that they fell asleep in each other’s arms just hours ago. Kakashi almost assumes it was a dream, but then, he smells the scent of coffee wafting into his bedroom from the kitchen and sees that his bathroom door is haphazardly left half open when he knows he had it closed before he went to bed.

He gets up, gets dressed for the day, and heads into the kitchen to see half a pot of coffee already made- and still hot. He pours himself a cup and heads to the living room to see Obito, still in his pajamas, but with that fucking mask on his face again.

He sips at his coffee and stares the other man up and down. Obito is leaning against the wall and staring out the window, watching the sun rise. Kakashi wishes he could see his face.

“Can you take that off?” Kakashi asks, annoyed to see the stupid orange thing this early in the morning.

“No. I already took it off last night when we slept. Isn’t that enough for you?” Obito huffs. “Why don’t you like it, anyway?”

Kakashi sends the sharpest glare he can manage in Obito’s direction. Maybe if he’s lucky, he’ll break the mask.

“Are you serious?” He asks with a deep frown as he sets his coffee cup down on the end table next to the living room couch. “You really don’t know?”

“No, I don’t,” Obito snaps. “So enlighten me, Kakashi.”

“I… Like your face,” Kakashi confesses. Seeing Obito’s face- tan, scarred skin, his one beautiful dark eye, the big brilliant grin he’d wear… He misses it. More importantly, when he sees it, all he can think of is Obito’s evil alter ago, ‘Tobi’. He points to the orange mask with black swirls and shakes his head. “And that thing…”

“You mean my mask,” Obito corrects.

“It’s a symbol, Obito.”

“A symbol of what?”

“Are you really going to make me say all of this out loud?”

“Yes.”

“It’s a symbol of war and death,” Kakashi scowls. He walks towards Obito and places a hand on the man’s shoulder. “I can’t see you in that thing and pretend that everything is normal. You realize you wore a nearly identical mask for the years you terrorized this village, don’t you? When you killed Minato and Kushina and left Naruto an orphan? When you orchestrated the murder of seven Jinchuriki and Pain’s attack on this village? When you planned out the war that caused the deaths of thousands of people?”

“Kakashi-”

“After all the work I had to do to get the elders to even consider leaving you alive, let alone letting you exist this freely… You wearing that mask feels like a slap in the face. And they’re too kind to tell you, but you know it affects the kids, don’t you? You’d be an idiot not to.”

“I didn’t think-”

“Sakura still has nightmares about all the injuries she had to treat because of the war you started- Hinata and Naruto still see Neji dying when they look at that thing- and the villagers stare at you with such intense hatred when you wear it out, which is most of the time-”

Obito cuts Kakashi off, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and yanking him closer. Even with the mask covering Obito's face, Kakashi can feel the fiery glare and tight frown that are being shot at him from underneath it.

“How else do you expect me to cover up what you did to me?”

“What I did to you? Obito, don’t even go there… That’s the sort of thing that happens when idiotic leaders go and throw their emotionally damaged child soldiers on the front lines of a war,” Kakashi gradually raises his voice until he’s yelling, hot fiery rage burning in his chest like fire. “We were children!”

“Like you’re trying to do anything about it? Last I checked, Kakashi, we still have twelve year olds becoming Genin and going on D-rank and C-rank missions! You’re as bad as Lord Third was,” Obito matches Kakashi’s yelling and tightens his grip on Kakashi’s collar.

Kakashi doesn’t make any effort to free himself from Obito’s grasp. Obito won’t hurt him, after all- not anymore. He does, however, reach forward to jab a finger into Obito’s chest. His voice drops to a furious whisper.

“We both know-”

Suddenly, Obito lets go of Kakashi and turns his back to the man. Kakashi stumbles at the force of it.

“It wasn’t your fault and you’re trying to fix the system, but the elders are making it difficult for you,” Obito says the words like he’s rehearsed them, because every time they have an argument about anything, it turns into this- reminders of what Kakashi did back then, reminders of the war, and reminders of how neither of them can go back in time and fix how badly they’ve wronged each other… Reminders of how they’re still friends despite everything. They’ve gone through this cycle a million times about a million different things since Obito’s rehabilitation. “I know, we’ve had this discussion countless times now since I came back… I’m sorry.”

“...I’m sorry, too.”

“I can’t think of anything else,” Obito retreats to sit down on Kakashi’s couch, finally dragging the mask off of his face and dropping it onto the floor. He drags a large hand over his rippled cheek and shakes his head. On top of his left eye is a black eye-patch to cover the Rinnegan he stole from Nagato’s corpse all those years ago. “These hideous scars cover over half of my face, and they’re just… A representation of everything that’s happened...”

“Obito…”

“No one wants to see these, Kakashi. Don’t even try and lie to me,” Obito covers his eye with his hand to avoid Kakashi’s prying gaze. “They’re fucking ugly.”

Kakashi walks towards the couch, kneels on the floor in front of where Obito is sitting, and looks up at him. A baffled expression takes over the other man’s face.

“I don’t think they’re ugly, I think they’re-” Kakashi cuts himself off. The next word he wants to say is ‘beautiful’, but A) Obito would laugh in his face, B) calling Obito’s scars beautiful would be invalidating his feelings about them, and C) that would easily give away his feelings, because while Obito is certainly an idiot, he isn’t that dumb. “I think you’re…”

“What?”

“Nothing,” Kakashi looks away. His cheeks burn red with a blush that spreads up to his ears. “Never mind.”

“What is it? Wait, are you blushing?” A look of realization crosses over Obito’s face. Right then, Kakashi realizes that he’s on the verge of letting his friend know his greatest secret. “Kakashi-”

“I have to go to work,” Kakashi suddenly says and stands, heading towards the front door. “I’d hate to be late.”

As he places his hand on the knob, Obito objects-

“Since when do you care about being late these days?”

Kakashi being Kakashi, he doesn’t answer.

“Be sure to lock the door on your way out when you go back home, Obito.”

And, with that, Kakashi leaves, knowing damn well that the ever growing stack of paperwork on his desk is only going to end up neglected in favor of his thoughts about the man left behind in his lonely apartment.

For the rest of the day, Kakashi thinks about Obito.

He thinks about their childhood.

He thinks about Obito’s ‘death’.

He thinks about all the times he went to the memorial stone and prayed for his old friend.

He thinks about the war.

He thinks about bringing Obito home, about demanding that he be given a chance to rehabilitate regardless of everything he’d done.

He thinks about why he hasn’t confessed his love yet.

At first, it was because they were freshly out of war- because Kakashi was busy taking on the role of Hokage, fixing the village, and maintaining the new and fragile alliance with the other major ninja villages.

Then, it was because Obito was still healing.

Now, though, it’s been years. Now… Well, now it’s just because he’s afraid of Obito rejecting him. In his mind, best case scenario, Obito laughs him out of whatever room they’re in and humiliates him by telling everyone they know about what happened. Worst case scenario, Obito gets angry and is so offended that he chooses to never talk to Kakashi again, and the years they’ve spent salvaging their old friendship will go to waste.

The sun sets outside. Kakashi recalls watching the sunrise with Obito this morning and smiles, even though they argued during… To watch the sun rise every morning and set every evening with Obito by his side has always been his dream, and even if it was only for a short time, he got to live that this morning.

The silver-haired man clicks the trigger of his pen over and over again as the last of the sunlight dies. Right then, the door to his office opens.

No knock.

Must be Naruto or Obito.

Kakashi doesn’t bother turning around, so he continues to face the window with his back to the door as he hears it close. If it’s Obito, he doesn’t even want to face him after the words they exchanged this morning… Maybe if Kakashi avoids the damn fool for long enough, he’ll forget about the fact that Kakashi was about to call him beautiful- forget about the fact that they slept together in the same bed- forget that Kakashi kneeled at his feet and stared up at him with a blushing face and love-filled eyes.

“Looks like the day’s wrapping up,” Obito says, his tone unusually hard to read. Fuck, it is him. At that realization, Kakashi turns around. Obito is leaning with his back against the door, probably to keep anyone else from coming in. His arms are crossed over his chest and he has the most smug, shit-eating grin Kakashi has ever seen painted over his pretty, unmasked face. “It’s getting late for you to still be here. Aren’t you usually home by now?”

“Yeah,” Kakashi agrees. He would’ve left by now on any other day, as it’s almost six in the evening, but he was so afraid of going home to find Obito there that he opted to stay locked in his office. He hoped that Obito would get tired of waiting up for him, or that Obito would forget about it all. Then again, that’s not exactly realistic… To expect the man with enough persistence to execute an evil plan and a war over the span of a decade… To expect Obito to lack persistence in regards to something so trivial compared to everything else they’ve been through together. “Guess I’ll get going, then.”

Kakashi stands from his desk and gathers his things, all while avoiding Obito’s prying charcoal eye.

“Kakashi,” Obito starts.

Kakashi, terrified to even have this conversation, walks to the door that Obito is leaning against. He ignores Obito for a moment, even as they’re chest to chest, but when Obito makes it clear that he isn’t moving until he gets what he wants, Kakashi glares down at him.

“What?” Kakashi says with a roll of his eyes as he reaches for the doorknob. Obito reaches behind himself and grabs Kakashi’s hand to keep him from leaving. “What do you think you’re doing, Obito?”

“Do you think I’m stupid or something?”

Kakashi blinks.

“...What?”

“You’re avoiding me,” Obito states the facts rather than asking, which makes Kakashi’s face burn bright red.

He really is bad at hiding his feelings, even with his cloth mask covering half of his face… Still, he tries to play stupid. Maybe if he makes Obito angry enough, he’ll be able to escape this terrible situation.

“And why would I avoid you?”

For a moment, it’s silent. Kakashi stares down at Obito, whose smug aura makes Kakashi’s heart beat faster against his chest.

Then, before Kakashi can so much as blink, Obito is spinning them around and pinning Kakashi to the door. Kakashi gasps at the feeling of Obito’s fingers wrapping around his wrists to push his arms back against the wall. And really, Kakashi could try to stop this if he wanted to, or at least make enough of a fuss that one of the few employees left at the Hokage Tower would come to see what’s going on. However, he finds that he can’t complain when Obito’s knee is between his legs, just lightly brushing against his crotch.

He doesn’t want to make a scene, anyway.

Or, that’s what he tells himself.

“Seriously, this is getting embarrassing,” Obito whispers with a smirk. His one charcoal eye is clouded with lust. “I may have been an idiot when we were kids, but I’m not anymore.”

“I…” Kakashi trails off, unsure of how to respond.

“You what?” Obito drops one of Kakashi’s wrists in favor of roughly grabbing the man’s chin. He makes Kakashi look him in the eye, to which Kakashi bites his lip. If this isn’t like something out of Icha Icha… “C’mon, Kakashi.”

“I have no idea what you’re going on about,” Kakashi says, using his one free hand to yank at his collar. The temperature in the room feels as if it’s just gone up ten degrees. Sweat gathers underneath his forehead protector and around the tightest parts of his uniform as he fumbles over his words. “I’m… Just tired. Not that you would know, but being Hokage is quite draining.”

“You’re trying to piss me off so I’ll drop this, but it’s like I said, Kakashi, I’m not stupid. Not anymore. Last night… And this morning… Well, you made your feelings obvious.”

“You really want to do this?” Kakashi snaps in a low whisper, just in case there’s anyone outside the door or in the hallway who could be listening. “Right now, in my office when there’s probably still employees outside who can hear us?”

“I knew you wouldn’t want to make a scene here, so it only made sense for me to do it like this. If I tried to corner you in private, you’d run.”

“Looks like you’re still an idiot after all,” As much as Kakashi would love to just drag Obito in and take him on the floor of his office, he knows better. With the open window lacking curtains and the other villagers still walking the halls of the tower, there’s a good chance they would get caught. The potential embarrassment aside, he needs a little bit of time to mentally prepare himself if they’re really going to do this. Kakashi gathers the strength to push Obito off of him so he can turn around and open the door. “Meet me at my place later if you really want to talk, but Obito…”

“What is it?”

“You need to consider whether or not this line is one you truly want to cross,” Kakashi glances back at Obito over his shoulder. Now, Obito’s tan cheeks are dusted light pink. “Because if you cross it, you’ll never be able to go back.”

“...Fine. I’ll be there.”

That night, Kakashi steps out of his bathroom and lets out a sigh of relief when he’s shrouded in the chilly air of his bedroom. Steam follows from his scalding hot shower as he brushes through his hair and gets dressed.

He glances at the clock to see that it’s already half past nine. He has to be up at five in the morning to make it to work.

Is Obito still coming?

Kakashi shakes his head. That’s a silly thought to have. Though Obito is often late, he never forgets a commitment, even after the terrible arguments they always have. He’s not one to back down either.

Almost as if on cue, a portal appears right next to Kakashi’s bedroom window. When Obito first returned after the war, Kakashi would’ve been up in arms at the sight of Obito using Kamui to enter his apartment. These days, it’s a regular occurrence.

“I’d really you rather knock on my door like a civilized member of society instead of Kamui-ing into my apartment any time you feel like bothering me,” Kakashi calmly scolds Obito, even if he knew damn well this is how tonight would start.

Obito’s never been one for normalcy, anyway.

“Now is that any way to greet an old friend?”

Obito steps out of the void of his Kamui and onto Kakashi’s carpeted bedroom floor, where he casually kicks his shoes off.

Kakashi, bless him, crosses his arms and nervously paces around the room. Rather than his Hokage’s cloak or even his standard Jonin uniform, he’s in his pajamas; a tank-top with a mask attached and long, baggy pants. He and Obito have seen each other that way so many times over the years, but now- tonight- it makes him feel vulnerable, especially when Obito is still fully dressed.

Well… At least he’s not wearing that stupid fucking mask anymore.

“Are we… Not still friends?”

Obito being Obito, he doesn’t answer.

“You showered for me? How considerate,” Obito sneers as he cracks his neck and sits down on the edge of the bed.

Kakashi looks Obito in the eye. His Sharingan is still activated, but there’s something different about it… He’s expecting something, the fool. Even after all these years, Obito has no idea what he’s getting into, doing this with someone like Kakashi.

“I didn’t do anything for you,” Kakashi argues despite the fact that Obito’s words have some truth to them.

With how busy he is, Kakashi hardly gets the chance to shower these days, only doing it a couple times a week- as disgusting as that is. Tonight, though, he took the time to do so on the off chance that this confrontation led to some confessional sex… Just like in the ‘Icha Icha’ books.

“So, are we gonna talk?”

“If you already know how I feel,” Kakashi gulps, then turns away from where Obito is sitting on the bed. He stands near the window and pretends to look out at the bustling village streets. “What is there to talk about?”

“Don’t you want to know whether I love you back or not?”

At that, Kakashi snorts.

“You were Rin’s certified bootlicker for the better part of a decade. You started an entire war because she died. I’d be lying if I said I thought I had a semblance of a chance with you,” Kakashi explains. “If I’m being honest, I assumed you only wanted to rub it in my face when you came to confront me earlier, but now...”

“You,” Obito speaks, right in Kakashi’s ear. Kakashi whips around to see that Obito is standing right behind him. Did he teleport, or did he somehow get up and walk to Kakashi without him noticing? “Are still an idiot.”

Kakashi blinks.

“I’m sorry?”

“I love you,” Obito boldly states as he rests one gloved hand on Kakashi’s hip. The other goes to grab the top of Kakashi’s mask. Briefly, Kakashi thinks about slapping Obito’s hand away, but he’s too excited for what’s about to happen that he doesn’t. Instead, he allows Obito to drag his mask down his face. The garment hangs loosely around Kakashi’s neck as the other man drinks him in with his one ruby red eye. “I didn’t love you back then, sure, but I do now. You’re my best friend. You fought for me and believed in me when no one else did. If it weren’t for you, I would’ve been executed.”

“So… This is out of some sort of obligation?” Kakashi frowns as his heart drops to the bottom of his stomach. “Because I’ve been a good friend to you?”

“No, dumbass,” Obito scolds and shakes his head. “That’s only part of it. I love you for you- whether you’re my friend or not, because let me tell you… Since I’ve been back, there’s been plenty of times where you’ve made it pretty clear that you hate me- at least at some points.”

“I’ve never hated you,” Kakashi whispers. “Never. Not even when I first found out about what you had done. I’ve… Only ever been worried, or frustrated. I just want everyone in the village to love you like I do.”

“But I don’t care about that,” Obito furrows his brow, confused by Kakashi’s words. “I don’t give a shit what the village thinks about me, Kakashi. No matter what I do now, they’re bound to hate me until I die, and I don’t care. I deserve it. You, the kids, our friends… You’re the only ones that matter. I don’t care about everyone else.”

“It’s a shame that they don’t see what I see in you.”

“You’re the only one who should ever get to see me like this.”

Obito uses his spare hand to reach up and caress Kakashi’s bare cheek. Kakashi leans into the touch, allowing his eyes to flutter shut. Obito really is the only person he’d let his guard down around like this… At the same time, this is the first time Obito has seen his face since they were children.

What if he doesn’t like it?

“My face… Is it okay for you?”

“Okay? You know, there’s a reason Ayame damn near loses her mind any time we go to eat at Ichiraku,” Obito says, pressing a kiss against Kakashi’s neck. Kakashi damn near jumps out of his skin at the sensation, but gathers his composure enough to reach behind him and pull his curtains shut before clutching Obito’s shoulders. “And there’s a reason all the girls in the village glare at me when we’re together.”

“Huh?”

“It’s not because they hate me, Kakashi,” Obito rolls his eyes and laughs. “It’s because they want you, and somehow, they figured it out before I did that you’re mine.”

And Kakashi nearly melts. His knees shake, suddenly feeling like jelly as they struggle to keep his body upright. His heart slams against his chest as he continues to grip at Obito’s shoulders. He doesn’t argue with Obito because he knows as well as the other man does that it’s true; he’s Obito’s, and even considering how far apart they were for so long, he always has been.

“Obito…”

“Your face is so red underneath the mask,” Obiti points out, stroking one of Kakashi’s high cheekbones with his thumbs. “Is it usually like that, or are you just blushing because of me?”

“I see you’re as arrogant as always.”

“You know,” Obito whispers into Kakashi’s ear and practically drags him to the bed. “It took everything in me not to just fuck you in your office earlier.”

Fuck. Kakashi gasps and falls back onto his mattress, the sheets ice cold against his hot body. Obito crawls on top of him- so close- and it would be so easy to shut his mouth and submit, but Kakashi knows that Obito’s always liked a fight in regards to most things in life.

“Bold of you to assume I wanted it,” He argues, a lump forming in his throat as he lifts himself up on his elbows. “So presumptuous, Obito.”

“I’m not assuming,” Obito laughs, and then, his face darkens. He looms over Kakashi in the well lit bedroom with his arms on either side of Kakashi’s shoulders, his knees between Kakashi’s legs, and his nose brushing up against Kakashi’s nose. Obito smells like smoke and coffee and lust, and Kakashi can’t get enough of it as Obito sits up on his knees and unzips his flack vest. “I know you want me.”

At that, Kakashi falls silent. Instead of arguing again, he averts his gaze from Obito’s prying eyes and lifts his tank-top up over his head. Obito follows and sheds his undershirt, leaving both of them half-naked. Kakashi can’t help but stare. His charcoal eyes linger for an embarrassing amount of time on Obito’s midsection.

Obito’s shoulders are broad. He’s in much better shape than Kakashi, who has certainly become softer since becoming Hokage. Meanwhile, Obito trains constantly both because the elders wouldn’t allow him to be enlisted in the regular forces or obtain a normal job- and so he can protect the village if a threat ever arrives again.

“Mah, I can’t believe our first time together is going to be while I’m so out of shape,” Kakashi complains. He still trains most mornings, sure, but he’s lost the muscle he used to have in his arms, and his once defined six pack is now merely a smooth map of pale skin. “How unfair.”

“Who gives a shit?” Obito says, rolling his eye. “Your priorities have always been so out of whack. You know, I’m just happy we’re here… Like this, together, tonight. You think I care about whether or not you look like you did when we were in our twenties?”

“Well, you still look good, so…”

“Stupid Kakashi,” Obito leans down and, finally, kisses Kakashi on the lips. It’s so brief that Kakashi doesn’t even have the time to kiss him back. “You’ll always look good to me.”

“Well, now I’m embarrassed,” Kakashi sighs. He tilts his head back against the pillow on the bed as Obito mouths at his neck. Then, he threads his fingers through Obito’s hair and gently tugs at the curly raven locks. “But if you really think I look that good… Why don’t you…?”

“Why don’t I what?” Obito teases and, without even asking, drags Kakashi’s pants and boxers down his hips in one swift motion. Kakashi sharply inhales at the sensation of cold air on his half-hard cock. “I never thought you’d be this shy. C’mon, tell me what you want.”

“I want…” Kakashi starts, but he’s so embarrassed that the words he wants to say die on his tongue. “I want you.”

“Want me to top you?”

“I’ve never-”

“What, never bottomed before?” Obito asks with a quirked brow. “I don’t mind.”

“No,” Kakashi answers, lying flat and covering his face with his hands. He’s never been one to be so bashful, but with Obito on top of him, staring at him like this, asking him such things when he hasn’t had sex for the better part of a decade… It’s so intimate… Vulnerable in a way that Kakashi isn’t accustomed to. “It’s just that I haven’t even been with another man before.”

Obito blinks.

“Huh… Wouldn’t have guessed. Are you a virgin, then?”

“No, no. I’ve slept with women, but it’s been a really long time since then.”

“How long?”

“Oh, God…” Kakashi pauses. He recalls the foggy memories of the last time he had sex; he was towards the end of his Anbu career, in one of the disgusting bathroom stalls at the bar on the outskirts of town. He had one of his female subordinates face-first against the wall with her skirt hiked up- and it wasn’t great, but it wasn’t terrible. He remembers doing it- all the sex, the drugs, the drinking- to drown out the pain of being young and losing everyone he’s ever loved. Though sex with Obito is exciting in theory, sex has never been anything but stress relief for Kakashi. “Uh… Right before I got discharged from Anbu. Maybe twelve years ago? Eleven?”

“Jesus,” Obito, much to Kakashi’s surprise, looks shocked. “You might as well be a virgin if it’s been that long. You seriously haven’t been laid in over a decade?”

Obito ignores Kakashi for just long enough to reach into the man’s nightstand drawer for his bottle of lube.

“Hey, how did you know that would be there?” Kakashi demands as Obito finishes undressing himself and pops the cap open.

It takes everything in Kakashi not to shamelessly stare at Obito’s nude body- at least not for so long that Obito would make fun of him for it. Still, he catches Obito’s broad chest, narrow waist, and defined abs, followed by the dark trail of hair that leads down to his hard cock.

“You haven’t been laid in a decade,” Obito answers with a quizzical stare. “Knowing you, if it wasn’t in the nightstand drawer, it was going to be under your pillow or in a box under the bed.”

Kakashi shrugs.

“Fair. So, I’m assuming you’ve…?”

“Recently? No, but I’ve topped with other guys before if that’s what you mean.”

Kakashi frowns. He knows that they spent a lot of time apart, and that they’re not necessarily in a relationship, but the idea of Obito sleeping with someone else- God forbid, someone else in the village that Kakashi knows- makes him die inside.

“Since you’ve been back?”

“What does it matter to you?” Obito replies, then smirks as he pours the lube into one hand and rubs it on his fingers to warm it. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous.”

“So what if I am?”

“Then you shouldn’t be, because I always imagined they were you.”

Before Kakashi can ask anything else or accuse Obito of lying to make him feel better, Obito’s dry hand is grabbing one of his thighs and spreading it apart. Kakashi jumps at the sudden touch

“Don’t stare at me like that,” Kakashi orders, his bottom lip trembling from the sensation as he reaches down to grasp at the bedsheets. His hips shift up to meet Obito’s hands. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Fine. I’ll kiss you instead, if you don’t want me to look… Just know that you look so fucking pretty like this.”

Admittedly, Kakashi letting Obito stare for even a few seconds is a feat. He wouldn’t let anyone else see him like this- vulnerable, submissive, bare, and ready to be taken. But Obito isn’t like anyone else, because Kakashi actually trusts him. That realization is a terrifying (yet beautiful) one that nearly has Kakashi’s heart leaping out of his chest at the same time Obito is kissing him.

Without warning, there’s a long, thin, slick finger being pressed against the rim of Kakashi’s ass. He jumps, but doesn’t object when Obito pushes it in. He’s surprised at how easily it gets past his entrance, and even more surprised when a second immediately follows. The feeling isn’t painful, but it isn’t especially pleasurable at first either- at least until Obito’s other hand wraps around the base of his cock. Kakashi can’t bring himself to have any restraint- the second Obito’s hand makes contact, he’s thrusting up into it with a small moan. Obito doesn’t tease like Kakashi expects him to, either. He pumps Kakashi’s dick in one hand and uses the other to finger him, experimentally moving his long digits to see how Kakashi reacts. The stimulation in two different areas is enough to make Kakashi’s head spin.

Dignity be damned, Kakashi spreads his legs further. He felt rather neutral about the fingering at first, though as Obito adds a third and screws them in deeper, Kakashi sees stars behind his eyes.

Precum drips from his tip and onto Obito’s palm as Kakashi’s orgasm starts to build, and fuck, it’s been too long since he’s done something like this. Hell, he can’t recall the last night he’s had the time or the motivation to masturbate.

“A-Ah, Obito, stop,” Kakashi gasps as he finally breaks the kiss. “I’ll finish if you keep touching me like that.”

Obito listens to Kakashi’s words and keeps a hold on the base of his cock rather than continuing to stroke it. At the same time, the fingers that were being used to fuck Kakashi’s ass become still.

“Isn’t that the point?” Obito quirks a brow in. The most adorable pout takes over his face. If Kakashi weren’t using every ounce of willpower he has to keep from cumming on Obito’s fingers, he would stop to make fun of Obito’s expression. “I wanna make you cum, ‘Kashi.”

“I don’t think I can handle cumming from this and then letting you fuck me. I’m not gonna lie, I’ve been so busy that I haven’t even been able to take care of myself lately, so I’m… On edge, to say the least.”

“Hm, okay. So what you’re saying is that you want me to hurry up and rail you?”

Kakashi feels his face scrunch before he can stop it.

“As hot as you are, I’m not validating that with an answer, let alone begging, so get on with it.”

“That’s fine. I’ll make you beg next time, yeah?”

Kakashi doesn’t respond, instead rolling his eyes as Obito slides his fingers out of him. Obito grabs the previously abandoned bottle of lube and spreads what’s left of it over his own cock and around the rim of Kakashi’s entrance.

“That’s over half the bottle,” Kakashi half-heartedly complains. “Do you know how expensive lube is?”

Obito shrugs.

“If you’re not using a good chunk of the bottle, you’re not doing it right.”

“Fair, but I don’t think anyone in the village wants to see their beloved Hokage frequenting the local sex shop for lube.”

“What, you haven’t bought any since becoming Hokage?”

“I don’t think I’ve even gotten the chance to get myself off since becoming Hokage,” Kakashi retorts, expression blank, to which Obito blinks back at him.

“Wow… Even more reason for me to give you the night of your life, I guess. You ready?”

Kakashi nods.

“Y-Yeah, I think so.”

With that, Obito presses the head of his dick against Kakashi’s entrance and thrusts forward in one fluid motion. Kakashi lets out a noise- choking, a gasp, a moan, a cry- he isn’t sure, because his ears are ringing so badly from having such a thick cock inside of him like this that he can barely hear. The feeling of being so full paired with how Obito’s rock hard abs grind into his sensitive cock has him making another noise- and this time, he’s certain that it’s an obnoxiously loud cry of Obito’s name.

“You okay?” Obito questions, putting his weight on his forearms and resting his forehead against Kakashi’s. Though Kakashi’s eyes are screwed shut to keep Obito from seeing how humiliatingly far they’re rolling back from the pleasure of this, he can feel Obito’s Sharingan staring a hole into him. “I can pull out if-”

Obito starts to move his hips back, to which Kakashi wraps his legs around the other man’s waist to lock him in and whispers-

“Don’t you dare.”

“Yeah?” Obito hums and pushes Kakashi’s messy, silver hair away from his eyes. Then, when Kakashi finally meets his gaze, he sees the mischievous gleam in Obito’s Sharingan. “You want me?”

A million responses go through Kakashi’s head, none of them all too articulate. They vary from ‘yes, please fuck me’, to ‘shut up’, to ‘fuck you’. Finally, he manages to force out an underwhelming reply.

“Yeah.”

“Hold onto me, then.”

And Kakashi does. He tosses his arms around Obito’s neck, laces his own two hands together, and holds on for dear life as Obito thrusts into him. His head tilts back so far and so fast that he swears he pulls a muscle in his neck as he gasps for air.

Being stuffed like this- it burns, but it feels so fucking good. He can’t settle on whether to pant like a dog in heat or to hold his breath at the electricity that courses through his veins when Obito sets a steady rhythm of slow, deep thrusts, totally ignoring (or perhaps revelling in) the way Kakashi is clawing at his scarred back.

For now, he’s able to forget about everything; the arguments they’ve been having, their past, Rin, his parents, their Sensei, his stupid fucking job as Hokage that he didn’t want in the first place, the ridiculous expectations that those around him hold for his life. Now, in this moment, the only things that stay on his mind are himself and Obito; the noise that echoes through the room when Obito’s skin slaps against his, the overwhelming pressure and euphoria that tears through him when Obito pounds into him, the goosebumps that raise on his skin when Obito kisses his lips and sucks hickeys into his neck.

Kakashi wants to cry. He’s been waiting for over twenty years, just for this moment, and it’s so good that he wants to relish it in a way he knows his body isn’t going to allow. Kakashi can tell that he’s going to finish only a few minutes in.

Obito, almost as if he can read Kakashi’s mind, balances his weight on one forearm so he can use his free hand to grasp Kakashi’s cock and pump it again- this time in rhythm with his thrusts.

“Fuck,” Kakashi curses and opens his eyes just enough to meet Obito’s Sharingan. “I’m so pent up, I think I’m going to-”

“Thank God,” Obito sighs into Kakashi’s neck before the man can even finish his sentence. “You’re so fucking hot, I don’t think I’m going to last long either.”

Kakashi moans- whether in relief or excitement he isn’t sure- but he does, and he keeps doing it, because even though he’s going to hate himself for it later, Obito whispers in his ear for him to keep going. The latter’s thrusts become sloppy and increasingly rough as he gets close, and with one that goes in so deep that it almost hurts when the head of his cock slams into Kakashi’s prostate, Kakashi finishes. He grasps at the dark locks at the back of Obito’s head and cries something pathetic as he paints his and Obito’s stomachs white with his cum.

And, after what feels like fucking forever, Obito lets go of Kakashi’s length and fucks him like an animal for every bit of five minutes to reach his own release.

Obito nearly collapses onto Kakashi as he climaxes, chest against his chest, face buried in his neck, and arms shaking. Kakashi They’re both drenched in sweat by the time that Obito gathers the energy to pull out and get up. Before cum can leak onto Kakashi’s bedsheets, Obito rushes to the bathroom for a towel and some wipes.

Obito comes back to the bed and tenderly cleans him off. Back when he was in Anbu, after the occasional hook up, Kakashi would run off to the bathroom, get himself together, and either leave the other person’s house or kick them out of his own. This time, though… It’s different. Obito treats him like he’s glass- not because he’s fragile, but because he’s… Loved? Cherished? A friend? Kakashi isn’t sure. He thinks to ask, just to make sure that Obito’s earlier confession wasn’t a dream, but then Obito is kissing the top of his head and whispering-

“Love you, Kakashi.”

“I love you, too.”

“Mm,” Obito hums and lies down on the bed. Kakashi glances at the other man when he thinks he isn’t looking and falls in love all over again. Obito looks gorgeous, fully nude and red in the face, his curly hair plastered to his forehead with sweat and a goofy grin taking over his lips. “You want me to stay, don’t you?”

“What makes you say that?” Kakashi asks, lying down as well and pulling the covers over them.

“The fact that you didn’t kick me out as soon as we finished is a pretty good sign that you still want me here.”

Kakashi rolls over to face away from Obito. Of course, after so many years, the Uchiha is still so good at reading him. No wonder Obito was able to figure out his true feelings so easily…

“Don’t think that just because you were in charge when we had sex, that you’re in charge of our relationship,” Kakashi huffs. “Obito…”

“Oh, so we’re in a relationship now?” Obito laughs.

“Considering the insane sex we just had, I’d be pretty insulted if we weren’t in a relationship,” Kakashi scoffs. “That being said, we’re going on a date tomorrow- even if I have to drag you there.”

Obito turns to face Kakashi’s back and wraps his arms around the man’s waist from behind. Kakashi lets out a sigh of relief and of comfort when Obito’s forehead is pressed up against the back of his shoulder.

“What about your job? Don’t you have to be in your office at six?”

Kakashi laughs.

“Fuck my job. It’s like you said, I don’t care about being late these days… Not anymore.”

And at that, Kakashi can feel Obito smirk against his skin.

“A date it is, then.”

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