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It was two years ago that Sakura confided in him about being lonely.
It’d been one since they started their… arrangement, of sorts.
Knowing his wife – the woman who’d supported him from more or less the day they’d met, back when they were nothing more than naïve children, and continued to support him even when he put her through emotional hell – was lonely and growing depressed from the solitude was like a knife to the heart. What hurt worse was that he couldn’t remain in the village to rectify the issue himself, for his skills were needed elsewhere, just as his wife was needed in the village both as their head medic and their child’s mother.
They conversed through letters when it was safe for him to do so (if he was even in their world at all), but Sasuke knew in his heart that it wasn’t enough. Sakura was by no means a high-maintenance woman; however, she was a self-proclaimed hopeless romantic who thrived in being cherished.
He would know. They’d been together for many years now.
The arrangements were not unreasonable and due to honesty on all sides, nobody was ever hurt. Sasuke’s only rule, he supposed, was that Sarada never discovered what went on. Having to discuss their situation even to a child as smart as their daughter was bound to be unpleasant, especially considering how messy it could very quickly become.
Finally escaping Naruto’s cluttered office, Sasuke released a relieved sigh.
The mess inside of there was insanity and he wondered when somebody would step in and call him out on it, because to Sasuke, it didn’t demonstrate professionalism (not that that idiot Naruto ever did), but rather disorganisation and a lack of time-keeping skills. Some would even dare to call it unreliability, since from what he could recall, neither Kakashi nor the Sandaime struggled as much.
Surely some of that paperwork was listed as high priority? Surely Shikamaru was capable of teaching Naruto how to manage the workload by labelling the piles from urgent to minor? Or, if he really was so inadept of keeping on top of it all, then assigning the minor stuff to his advisors, who could then give him a rundown of what was going on? And how did Sasuke know that it wasn’t organised? It was because he’d once spent over an hour watching that idiot scramble through a disgusting amount of piles trying to find one document. Just one document.
But that was someone else’s problem, Sasuke decided with a sigh. At least until he was approached by Boruto again, who seemed to possess a never-ending list of issues regarding his father.
Maybe he should have stayed in the village all along? If not to be there for his lonely wife, then to deal with that moron’s lack of managerial skills.
At the thought of being trapped in an office with Naruto for prolonged periods of time, Sasuke had to repress a shudder.
The walk to the apartment his family currently resided in after another mishap (he was beginning to believe fate was trying to tell them to quit bothering with purchasing large family homes) was uneventful. Sasuke was grateful when comrades who felt comfortable around him merely greeted him with relaxed salutes or an informal “Yo”, allowing him to move on with his day immediately afterwards. Had he been with Sakura, she would have stopped to talk for what felt like an eternity, always managing to find something to talk about, effectively making a ten-minute walk home last up to an hour.
Sasuke supposed that was one of many reasons why he cherished her so greatly, though – it was why many in the village adored her, too.
Her kindness was unwavering and the thought of said thoughtfulness brought him back to their open relationship. For months after the proposal, Sakura had struggled to comprehend why he made the suggestion, but on top of that, she’d experienced a heavy guilt for contemplating it. “But isn’t that cheating?” she’d asked brokenly, torn about her wants. “Aren’t I betraying you by doing that?”
Had he still been that irrational, lonely and emotional teenager who’d so effortlessly flown off the handle that it was downright embarrassing, then yes, he would have felt betrayed. But knowing how greatly Sakura had struggled in the beginning and continued to do so from time-to-time and understanding the darkness of solitude that weighed down on her, kept those feelings at bay.
Was he comfortable with it? At the start, not entirely. The thought of another man pleasing his wife in his bed had kept him up a few nights. But he’d grown used to the idea after discovering who’d stepped up. Now, he wasn’t all that ashamed to admit that he was kind of curious.
Well, he said stepped up. What Sasuke really meant was that his wife had waited until somebody naturally caught her eye, then somehow worked up the courage to discuss the deal between them. Just as it’d taken her a while, it took him just as long. He’d been wary of stepping on Sasuke’s toes, all the while admitting that yes, he was physically attracted to Sakura.
An awkward dinner had ensued following his eventual agreement and Sasuke hadn’t failed to notice how wary the once hard to read man had been the entire time. They each said their piece of what they were hoping to gain from the unusual relationship, whether it should be labelled or how it was to go about. After that, Sasuke hadn’t intruded once, just as he didn’t intrude on their marriage.
(But again, he found himself growing inexcusably curious and it frustrated him that he couldn’t understand why)
Of course, he’d asked him why Sasuke was okay with his wife sleeping with another man, just as he was certain anybody would, should they find out about the relationship. And honestly? He simply wanted his wife to be happy, to not be lonely anymore.
They’d assured him just once that it wasn’t anything deeper than physical attraction to them – he hadn’t needed to be told more than that, because for the first time in his life, he wasn’t so wary of trusting others. Their friendship and the acceptance they felt around one another eased them into an arrangement that was comfortable for everyone involved, even Sasuke.
…What did make the arrangement difficult, he decided in that moment, was his sudden return to the village.
All the travelling and lack of human contact must have caused him to grow sloppy in sensing others, because somehow, Sasuke had managed to completely miss the presence of Hatake Kakashi in his bedroom with Sakura, the mask-less man making him stop abruptly.
Swallowing at the erotic sight before him, he watched how Sakura’s body naturally responded to Kakashi’s, allowing him to manipulate her limbs with such a level of comfortability that it momentarily surprised him.
He knew he should alert them of his presence but in that moment, he was rooted in his spot outside the window, staring in and watching how his wife was pounded by their former sensei from behind. Chest pressed to the mattress with her ass up in the air, hair in disarray across the foot of the bed with a twisting, pleasured grimace, his wife was the epitome of temptation and damn it, he…
Sasuke’s jaw clenched at the responding tightness of his pants.
He wanted it.
He should leave. In their pact, they’d all agreed that her no strings attached sex with Kakashi would never mix with her marriage to him. It was the boundaries that kept everything simple and agreeable.
Was it his own lack of sex that immobilised him? Was it why he found it all so unbelievably sensual?
Never in his life would Sasuke have ever believed himself to be a voyeur. Then again, he’d also thought that he and Sakura would never work, or that he would never be a person who shared his wife.
She was crying out into the bedding and Sasuke knew from the trembling of her thighs that she’d reached orgasm. And while he would never admit to it out loud, he was grateful that Kakashi suddenly reached out and grabbed a fistful of hair, yanking Sakura’s head back so that he could watch her expression via the mirror opposite the bed.
He was saying something to her, Sasuke noted, but was unable to tear his eyes from the sensual sight of his wife to lipread. Flushed cheeks and lidded eyes remained locked onto her own reflection, and he felt pride, in a sense, that she finally noticed her own beauty, for it appeared to entrance her.
It seemed alongside the physical comfort that chased away her loneliness, he also had to thank Kakashi for helping Sakura to see how magnificent she truly was. Sasuke was aware of how self-conscious she often felt, or how uncomfortable she felt in her own skin. Being away on missions for as long as he was regrettably made changing that thought process, or showing her how wrong she was, close to impossible.
It was then, while lost in her carnal haze, that Sakura spotted him by the window, their gazes locking as she rode out her orgasm.
Damn it. Did he leave? Pretend like he hadn’t seen a thing?
Why was he still unable to move?
Why didn’t he want it to end?
A few years ago, had somebody told her that this was her life – being married and having a no-strings-attached side partner – then she would have laughed and probably punted the person across the village so hard that even Tsunade’s knowledge wouldn’t have saved them, because she was married and faithful to Sasuke.
But then she’d confided in him about being lonely, and his suggestion was to seek out that kind of bond to ease said loneliness and…
Well, it had kind of changed her life for the better.
A selfish part of her wanted Sasuke to see the change, too. To experience it for himself. In fact, she realised with thighs that quivered in response to her risqué thought, she kind of wanted him to join them and lose himself also.
Blearily, green eyes cracked open, meeting her own lidded stare thanks to mirror at the bottom of the bed she shared with Sasuke.
While her husband ensured to worship her body every time that they were together, she’d always struggled with feeling sexy around him. Years of insecurity mounted up to the extent where, at one point, she’d downright refused to not wear a bra around him even while they were having sex, deeming herself ridiculous with her flat chest. Who would ever be aroused by that, right?
It wasn’t completely down to the man behind her that she gained the confidence, but he – the bond they’d explored and nurtured, taking the meaning of companions to a whole other level – unquestionably helped.
They both lived busy lives of being tied up in the village and their important roles, rarely if ever taking a moment to themselves to just be a person (all three of them did, when one truly thought about it). It was through that mutual feeling of overwhelming loneliness that they’d connected and leaned on one another. At first, it was merely someone to talk to, to try and vent to release their pent-up stress and frustration.
It was actually while she was following Kakashi’s advice that she approached Sasuke to tell him of how lonely she was becoming, though she’d certainly never done so with the intention of… Well, this. Neither of them had and the adjustment period had lasted what felt like an eternity. Even now, however many months into it, part of Sakura still felt as though she was doing something wrong.
Being with Kakashi – sexually, that was – was a huge stress reliever, however. There were no expectations between them. No needs for promises. The pact was simple, which was possibly why it worked so well. When they were both free (including child-free), if they were feeling that itch, then they sought the other out. Similar to random hook ups, now that Sakura thought about it because it was never really premeditated or planned in advance. There were no dates, no flowers or chocolate. Just mind-blowing passionate sex when they needed it.
“Look at yourself, Sakura,” Kakashi ordered with obvious strain. The grip on her hip was enough to leave marks, but so lost in her bliss, she barely even felt it, just like she barely felt the sharp tugging of her hair when he forced her to lock eyes with herself. “Watch yourself.”
Rather than balking at the sight of herself so exposed in every sense of the word, all Sakura felt was desirable and, dare she say, empowered.
And that empowerment magnified impossibly as she caught sight of her husband staring through the window, his eyes wider than usual with an unmistakable blush staining his cheeks.
Legs quivering, she lost herself in the carnal bliss that swept her away, hand extended towards the window but whether that was to alert Kakashi of Sasuke’s presence, or to invite her husband to join, Sakura couldn’t even tell. All she knew was that the pounding of his hips, his constant abrupt pace, Sasuke’s intense stare, could not stop. It couldn’t.
But it threatened to when Kakashi saw him.
“D-Don’t stop,” she begged in a half-sob. Not when it feels so good, she wanted to add, but couldn’t. “Please, Kakashi.”
Much to her utter dismay, he did, keeping their hips flush and looking over to Sasuke with a widened gaze.
To an outsider, it would appear as though her husband had caught her cheating, but she knew the issue was that they were still discovering and figuring the pact out – albeit, clumsily, it seemed. Sakura wondered how Sasuke’s surprise return and watching them would affect their dynamics, but the rational side of her knew that it wouldn’t have been intentional. Her husband was not a voyeur…
Right?
“Oi, Sasuke! What’re you doing up there?”
Horror etched itself over his blanching features and knowing her orgasm was well and truly over, Sakura was quick to pull away from Kakashi, tossing the sheets distractedly over at him before wrapping herself tightly in a robe. It was only once she was covered that she flung open the window and stepped aside, allowing him to enter their bedroom. Immediately, as a precaution, the window was shut and curtains drawn.
“I…” She averted her gaze, cheeks still red from her orgasm. “I’m sorry. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have…”
The arrangement between the three of them had been Sasuke’s idea, yet Sakura still found it necessary to explain to him.
Kakashi offered an eye-creasing smile, but she could sense the discomfort in his body language. It was hard not to after their many times together. “Well, I guess I’ll be heading-”
“Wait.”
They both froze at Sasuke’s voice.
Sakura fidgeted with her robe, unable to look away from his intense stare.
But he couldn’t finish whatever he’d been planning on saying, Sakura realised, and she swallowed hard upon glancing downwards and noticing the bulge in his pants.
While she’d known her husband was experimental in the bedroom, she’d never thought that…
Her heart stuttered with anticipation.
“A-Are you sure, Sasuke-kun?” she asked, because no words had ever truly needed to be said between them. He hesitated in his response and she offered a smile, asking, “Wouldn’t it be best to think it over? Kakashi…” She glanced over to him, the realisation of Sasuke’s wishes causing the smile to fade away, leaving him to look contemplative. Just like her husband, Kakashi was experimental, too, but… Sakura chuckled suddenly, because that was what all of it was. It was so sudden. “This is genjutsu, right?”
“No,” Sasuke replied.
“I think if we went away to think it over, this opportunity may never arise again,” began Kakashi slowly. “There’s a lot of overthinkers in this room.”
Gods, she’d always envied his confidence and composure. Despite being caught in the act by her husband, of all people, Kakashi remained assertive yet relaxed and unexpectedly proved it by releasing the sheets covering his lower half and standing.
She warmed under his intense stare, glancing between the two men in her life unsurely when he approached them. With fleeting touches, he untied the robe, allowing it to slip soundlessly to the ground.
This was not part of their pact, she wanted to argue. It would make everything so messy and there would be no coming back from it, but…
How could she argue when she wanted it so badly? When she’d fantasized sharing the experience that’d had a hand in changing her outlook on herself and life in general, with Sasuke?
A calloused but gentle hand cradled her face, returning Sakura’s attention to Kakashi and she bit her lip, unable to deny the swell of excitement that returned at full force under both of their unwavering, heated stares.
“Do you want this, Sakura?” he asked, the deepness of his voice informing her he was also turned on. Lowering his lips closer to hers, Kakashi relentlessly teased her, pulling back after the briefest of kisses – if it could even be called that, she wanted to whine. “Do you want to be fucked by us both?”
Her thighs pressed together tightly and she reached to her side, hand easily finding Sasuke’s and with well-practiced ease their fingers entwined, his reciprocating pressure telling Sakura he was okay with it. He wanted it.
Kakashi, being as observant as he was, must have noticed it too. “Undress him.”
A shiver ran down her spine at the lingering kiss placed on her lips and she nodded, turning to her husband with a shy smile. Part of her felt odd having him watch another order her around in the bedroom, but that feeling slipped away as she leaned up, lips effortlessly finding the more sensitive parts of his neck as she slowly undressed him.
“Did you like watching us, Sasuke-kun?” asked Sakura, attempting to hide her nerves by working on easing his. “Is that why you didn’t announce yourself?”
“I…”
“Did you like watching Kakashi fuck me?” she questioned breathily and met his gaze, hoping he wouldn’t see how nervous she’d suddenly become.
Impishly, she raised her dainty hand to her mouth, dragging her tongue up her palm and he exhaled sharply when she wrapped that same hand around his still-hard length, the pace she immediately set being tortuous to him.
Like he was refusing to be ignored or cast aside, Kakashi’s arms came around Sakura’s waist, one hand trailing up to her breasts with a blistering touch, while the other moved south, matching the rhythm she’d set, as though he was silently assuring her that she was the one in control.
“Don’t torment him,” Kakashi warned with a chuckle that sent shivers down Sakura’s spine, his mouth close to her ear. “I have a feeling Sasuke isn’t the type to submit.”
Oh, really? She wondered what gave him that intelligent idea? Refraining from rolling her eyes, Sakura once more looked up at Sasuke, the redness of his cheeks, clenched jaw and strong grip on her hip making her stomach pool with hotness.
Say something, she wanted to beg.
“It’s okay,” she assured him gently when he didn’t. Knowing her husband, he was keeping a firm grasp of his composure, trying and failing to remain strong because he wouldn’t want to open himself up in such a way and let it be known that he wanted it too. Not in front of Kakashi, anyway – yet. “We can feel comfortable around Kakashi.”
“Nothing I haven’t seen or done before,” he murmured in agreement, nosing the hair from her shoulder.
Pausing in her ministrations, she waited for Sasuke’s verbal response and consent. The last thing she wanted was to take advantage of his surprise of finding them together, or perhaps even feeling as though he had to agree because he wasn’t sure what else to do with himself. The most important part of their pact was everyone being comfortable, after all.
“Do you want to?” Sakura asked softly. “Or do you need time to think it over?”
“How…?” Sasuke swallowed and looked between their three bodies. His voice was hoarse, as though his throat was dry and her suspicions were confirmed when he swallowed. “We have never discussed anything like this.”
“When were you ever one to play by the rules?” came Kakashi’s smooth question. It wasn’t asked unkindly or to humiliate Sasuke, but she knew it would rile her husband up nonetheless. “Or has married life mellowed you out, Sasuke?”
It stunned her when she felt Sasuke suppressing a shudder, but more than that, it sent a shock of heat straight through her, because what if? What if he suddenly found himself attracted to Kakashi? What if he wanted to explore that attraction?
Part of Sakura was ashamed by the perverted fantasies that flew through her mind one after another, the vision of endless pale skin and mixtures of black, silver and pink connecting together seamlessly. Even the thought of Sasuke and Kakashi being together without her turned her on, and she wondered if it was more to do with her husband being dominated–
“I know that look,” Sasuke suddenly said with a smirk. Similar to how Kakashi had handled her, his hand was equally tender, the backs of his fingers grazing her burning cheeks. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?”
His eyes never missed a detail.
“You want us both.”
She nodded submissively, looking up at him.
She felt Kakashi’s smirk brushing against her shoulder.
“Do we all agree that we want this?”
Still locked onto Sasuke’s intense stare, she nodded again, waiting until he copied her example before resuming the pumping of her fist. It had the hand against her cheek tensing briefly until it fell to her shoulder, pausing there like he needed to stabilise himself.
Sakura smirked and wetted her lips.
Given the fact Sasuke had been away for five months, she knew her husband would be desperate to jump straight to it. After months of being alone, of missing her body and their sex, she knew Sasuke’s patience was practically non-existent.
Maybe, she could…?
“Don’t be cruel, Sakura,” Kakashi murmured with a warning nip to her neck.
Was she really so easily read?
“Don’t you remember what our first time was like?” he went on to ask and she noted Sasuke’s interest piqued.
She smiled at the memory of his almost desperate touches and the way he’d rushed them both to completion. It’d lasted a few minutes, if that. But Gods, sensing how deeply he’d needed her and seeing how he responded to her body still worked her up. Even when years went by without physical touch, Sasuke always held back, never wanting to upset or scare her.
“You were basically a monk,” she teased.
He got her back by plunging two fingers inside of her without warning and Sasuke’s hand shifted, now allowing her to lean on him. She thanked him by quickening her pace, making his breath catch.
“Maa, being Hokage burdens you in many ways-”
“Yeah, yeah,” she chuckled, meeting her husband’s softening gaze. “Want to move to the bed?”
Uncertainty flashed through his eyes for a split second before he nodded, leading the way. At her insistence, he sat down with a minute frown on the edge of the bed, though that frown vanished without a trace when lowered herself to her knees, ass remaining up in the air demandingly.
Kakashi smirked. “Say what you want, Sakura.”
Sasuke’s hand wove through her hair, keeping it off her face.
“I want you to use your mouth on me,” she pleaded quietly. The intensity of her husband’s stare had her itching to send a hand down there herself to ease the throbbing sensation it created. “I want to sit on your face while I suck Sasuke-kun’s cock.”
He hummed in a way he knew was torture to her, because Sakura knew he had every intention of accepting her request. However, Kakashi would draw it out, would make her all but beg for it once she was a trembling, wet mess of–
A succinct cry of surprised pleasure left her unabashedly when he dropped to the ground below her, crinkling eyes meeting hers even as he gripped at her hips, forcing her down on his mouth.
“You know I can’t resist the taste of you,” came his muffled response.
Through squinting eyes as the ministrations caused her to jolt and flinch, she met her husband’s heated gaze.
“What are you waiting for?” he questioned with the arrogant smirk he knew made her insides a hot mess.
Just as Kakashi couldn’t resist tasting her, she couldn’t resist Sasuke.
For a moment, she struggled with the positioning, apologetically meeting both their eyes as she tried to shift more comfortably. But they were understanding and patient with her, allowing Sakura to manoeuvre them also until she was leaning forward with a mouthful of Sasuke’s throbbing cock, hips rolling, intensifying Kakashi’s already passionate tongue.
Three different hands grabbed at her body appreciatively and she moaned without restraint. One of her own remained with Sasuke, both fondling and rubbing wherever she couldn’t immediately reach, whereas the other reached downwards, becoming lost in the messy silver hair below her.
Grip once more finding itself in her hair, she allowed Sasuke to control her pace, his hips bucking upwards until he fell back against the bed. Stomach muscles tensing, jaw clenched tightly, she knew he wasn’t far from orgasm. And the thought of him coming undone while she rode Kakashi’s face had her trembling against them both – the bliss wrapping around her strengthening when Kakashi slipped two fingers deep inside of her, wonderfully complementing his sinful tongue.
“Harder,” she pleaded, so goddamn tempted to start bouncing on his hand. “Please, Kakashi-”
Her crying out as Kakashi responded in her favour had Sasuke thrusting into her mouth, his hold and restless hips frantic as he approached orgasm.
And she ensured she didn’t miss a single drop of his essence as she helped him ride it out, tongue soon licking up the evidence that may have escape her mouth.
Green eyes peered up at her husband seductively and she wiped the edges of her mouth clean.
“Kakashi,” Sasuke groaned, the unsuspecting sound making her hips buck.
And she could tell that Kakashi knew she’d liked it, because she was rewarded with a throaty chuckle and a long swipe of his tongue.
But then he shifted them once he was certain she’d let go of Sasuke, easily guiding her onto her back on the wooden flooring in such an angle that she knew her husband would have full view. Legs over his shoulders for a moment, he then settled her with a devastatingly wicked smirk. “What is it?”
“Show me how you fuck my wife while I’m away.”
“Gladly.”
Back arching cleanly off the floor, hands scrambling to find something, anything, to hold on to, she settled for Sasuke’s calves, anchoring herself to him because all she could do was hold on for dear life when Kakashi instantly began a rough pace. He remained sat back on his haunches, lifting her hips to meet his relentless thrusting, to enable Sasuke the perfect view of her taking another man’s cock, her breasts bouncing with each harsh hammering.
And like he always managed to so effortlessly, Sakura felt that unbearable coil deep inside twisting tighter and tighter and tighter-
“Fu…ck! I-I’m-”
The pace picked up impossibly until she was certain she wouldn’t be able to walk afterwards, but she didn’t complain once. Instead, her thighs attempted to wrap around his waist to urge him closer, but Kakashi soon had them spread wide and pinned near her shoulders once more.
“Don’t hide,” he ordered, words and voice broken up by his pace. “Sasuke wants to see how I fuck you.”
It was under her husband’s gaze that she unravelled wonderfully, the quivering of her thighs controlled by Kakashi’s firm grasp on them even while he pounded into her, determined on joining her in orgasm.
And he did, pulling out in time to coat her stomach in his seed, her eyes sliding shut with the relief that came with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
It’d never been that intense before with either man and she wondered if that made her a pervert, especially as she realised how maddeningly erotic she found it being covered in another man’s semen after her husband had watched him fuck her senseless.
“How was that?” Kakashi questioned, brow raising. Despite appearing so confident, she could see the rapid rising and falling of his chest, his sweat mixing with her own in a way that wasn't entirely unpleasant.
Sasuke smirked, the sight of his relaxed shoulders making Sakura grin.
“I believe we need to revise our original agreement.”
A revision, huh?
Kakashi certainly wasn’t complaining as he reclined back against the headboard, watching one of Konoha’s power couples as they moved together. He couldn’t tell where one started or another ended, the blur of skin and rocking hips showing him a side of them he’d never witnessed before.
To the public, Uchiha Sasuke was an indifferent man who was rarely, if ever, home. Half didn’t mention him out of disgust and refusal to acknowledge he was once more a Konoha-nin after all he’d done, whereas the other half didn’t even know he was still alive.
Interesting, he thought, watching with surprise when Sasuke’s hand came down harshly on Sakura’s ass. The soothing touch afterwards had her grinding her hips backwards into him, legs growing weak when he spread her cheeks, thumb teasing her second opening.
It must have been the years of marriage that made her so comfortable, Kakashi surmised. With himself, Sakura was slow in opening up to the kinkier side of herself – not that it was an issue.
When Sakura had approached him with the suggestion of no strings attached sex, the first thought to pass through Kakashi’s mind was that it was a set up. That he’d failed miserably in hiding his attraction to her, and someone was now toying with him. But then he’d approached Sakura at the hospital, knowing she wouldn’t screw around there and low and behold, she admitted that she wanted it. And somehow, it was fine with Sasuke, too.
Why was he okay with it?
Sasuke had always been irrational. Had always struggled with his emotions. He appeared as indifferent, but he couldn’t lie to Kakashi. They were eerily similar, even if the Uchiha refused to see those comparisons.
Biting back a groan as he decided enough was enough, Kakashi released himself and approached the married couple, leaning down to capture Sakura’s lips, silencing her moans with his tongue.
As though trying to assist him, Sasuke pulled her upwards against his body, lone hand wrapping around Sakura’s throat. The flexing of his grip as he tested the waters was rewarded with a shiver of pleasure and Kakashi found he was captivated by those stunningly bright eyes when they met his, lidded with bliss and desperate for more.
Who was he to deny her?
That was his purpose, after all. Hers, too. When one or the other needed intimacy to drive away the harsh coldness of loneliness, then they stepped up. They drowned themselves in each other’s bodies, eagerly lapping up the other’s attention and once they were done, they went their separate ways, their dirty secret remaining hidden to everyone around them. That had to be one of the biggest turn-ons out of everything, Kakashi believed. Their secret and the risky game of others discovering it.
And now with Sasuke involved…
Kakashi wouldn’t deny that he found Sasuke attractive – he’d always been open (with sexual partners, at least) about his sexuality. He found both women and men appealing, and it seemed his former student was finally opening himself up to that possibility, also.
He’d slept with men in the past (his most recent fling, before Sakura, had actually been a man until he resumed his duties watching over Orochimaru), always on top, but Kakashi had a feeling it would be a power struggle with Sasuke. Would the Uchiha be a bottom? Would he want Kakashi to bottom?
It didn’t matter, he decided when Sakura’s small hand wrapped around his cock and squeezed, making him shudder and groan.
Kakashi reached around her, massaging her ass as Sasuke slowed in his thrusts, the sudden tender rocking of their hips making her weak in their holds.
“Sakura,” the Uchiha groaned into her neck, nipping at the skin. His hand reached downwards to between their body and Kakashi briefly felt his hot fingers, their gazes meeting for just a second before Sasuke was focusing on his task once more.
At Sakura’s gasp, he knew exactly what the younger man was doing.
“Relax,” Sasuke encouraged, voice straining ever so slightly. He could only imagine the incredible tightness that he was pushing into, slowly stretching.
Kakashi leaned downwards to distract her, capturing Sakura’s lips once more while his hand started a relentless pace of rubbing her clitoris, her responding moans muffled by his mouth and Sasuke’s quiet sound of pleasure telling him it was working.
“Keep going, Sakura,” he reassured her, watching the myriad of emotions playing out before him. “You’ll enjoy it.”
He wondered if they’d ever had anal sex before, though he assumed from the way they awkwardly moved with one another that they probably hadn’t – at least, not all the way.
Reaching down, Kakashi grabbed his cock and rubbed the blunt tip against her swollen lips, teasing Sakura’s dripping opening while imagining what it would be like to plunge inside of her while she was filled with Sasuke’s. The move was appreciated by both of them, for Sakura began gyrating her hips, one hand settled on him, the other her grimacing husband as he resisted the urge to pound (Kakashi knew that look all too well).
“Do you like this?” he murmured to her, pausing to kiss her deeply, their tongues tangling. “Do you want me inside too?”
Kakashi met Sasuke’s eye for just a moment until he unhurriedly moved a hand towards his hip, allowing him to register the touch before it happened. And it appeared welcome enough, because he continued the short, careful thrusts into Sakura’s ass without a pause.
“Y-Yes,” she pleaded, interrupted by her own moan.
He guided the younger man’s hip to a temporary halt, allowing Kakashi to press into Sakura slowly, pulling out to tease her just because he loved the frantic look in her eyes when he did, then plunging deep inside, leaving her to tremble and gasp as she was penetrated by them both.
It was…
Groaning, he kept one hand on Sasuke’s hip, aiding him in moving in time with his own thrusts, and the other cradled Sakura’s cheek, tilting her head upwards so that he could watch what their ministrations were doing to her.
Everything about it was intoxicating and Kakashi found himself entranced by the pair before him.
“Don’t stop,” Sakura begged, muscles contracting around him and sucking the breath out of Kakashi’s lungs as he felt Sasuke’s pulsing cock brushing against his own. “Shit… I’m gonna… Don’t… Don’t stop!”
Had Kakashi not been so lost in his own fast approaching orgasm, he would’ve been shocked when Sasuke gripped at the back of his head, sandwiching Sakura between them, hips impatiently trying to increase the pace. And realising he needed more to finish with them both, he nudged his hand against Sakura’s mouth, silently ordering for her to suck his fingers and once they were lubricated enough, reached around Sasuke, fingers trailing the length of his spine in a short warning.
And then he slipped inside, finding that sweet little spot that had Sasuke choking back a moan, forehead falling to his wife’s delicate shoulder, body trembling almost as badly as hers.
Kakashi smirked, curling his finger.
Despite being so hesitant in the beginning, he had to admit:
He was thoroughly enjoying their agreement.