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Iruka loves these last moments the most.
He’s still floating, dazed, high from the endorphins of his much-needed orgasm with Kakashi still pounding away inside of him, panting as he claws desperately for his own relief. Iruka clutches at him, encouraging him right along with filthy words and two hands gripping his firm little ass. It’s nowhere near the size of Iruka’s, but it’s tightly muscled and definitely cute in its own right; the way Kakashi brokenly groans when Iruka squeezes it is a goddamn gift.
“Yes, c’mon, Kakashi,” Iruka slurs, “You’re so close, I can feel it.” The muscles of Kakashi’s back are so bunched with how hard his hips are working, how much he’s straining for his peak; Iruka grins filthily, rakes his nails up the length of spine before hooking his hands over Kakashi’s shoulders. “You can let go, it’s okay, just come for me, I know you want to.”
“Ah,” Kakashi gasps, “Fuck. Fuck, Iruka.”
Iruka’s grin stretches and he presses his teeth into Kakashi’s neck as Kakashi loses himself, gasping wetly against Iruka’s temple as he shudders and spends, rutting a last few times to squeeze out every ounce of pleasure possible.
Sometimes, Kakashi’s orgasm will coax a second, smaller one out of Iruka. This isn’t one of those times, but that’s okay. He’s filled with warmth, in both the figurative and literal sense, so when Iruka sighs, it’s a happy sound.
With a little bit of effort, he encourages Kakashi to collapse on him.
The groan he gives is loud, but deeply satisfied. There’s nothing quite like being voluntarily crushed into the bed, Kakashi’s still-heaving chest pressing him more firmly with every other labored breath. Iruka clings, limbs fully wrapped around Kakashi’s torso.
He gets a couple of solid, blissful minutes before Kakashi starts wordlessly shifting. Kakashi’s breath calms and his cock slips out, all slick and messy, but Iruka doesn’t budge.
Kakashi presses a kiss to Iruka’s temple and, again, makes to get up.
Iruka clings tighter, digging his heels into Kakashi’s ass. “Noooo.”
The breathless way Kakashi laughs makes him laugh, and through their giggles, Kakashi says, “Let me grab a washcloth, at least.”
Shaking his head, Iruka bites at Kakashi’s bare throat and gives another low, “No,” that’s a little bit too playful to be a growl. “I want you to kiss me,” he demands, craning his neck to try to get at Kakashi’s chin. He nibbles at the underside, scraping his teeth along the line of his jaw, and grins again when Kakashi hisses a breath inwards, baring all four tips of those elongated canines that never fail to spark a bit of heat in Iruka’s belly. “And then...I want you to fuck me again.”
Kakashi utters a low curse at that, stomach going taut against Iruka’s. “You’re so --”
He cuts himself off with a wordless noise before claiming Iruka’s mouth, slick and messy; Iruka tries not to smirk into the kiss, overly giddy at the thought that his evil bid for more skin-to-skin time seems to be a success.
Round two is slower, a bit sweeter. It’s surprising, really, how Kakashi can set a teasing pace that both frustrates him and fulfills those lonely, aching parts in Iruka’s soul. He’s amazed every time, so in love with the expression on Kakashi’s face as he works himself deeper, thumbing away the tears that eke out of the corners of Iruka’s eyes.
Kakashi says things like, “‘S nothing better than this,” and, “You’re so good to me,” and, “Please. Please, Iruka, let me --”
Iruka nods, gasps wetly, and shudders through wracking waves of pleasure as Kakashi’s teeth sink into his shoulder, hips driving faster all the while as Kakashi follows, hot on his heels.
Again, Iruka floats, only this time, it’s compounded by the way Kakashi clings to him, running soft, calloused hands over his face as he looks down at him in wonder. Sometimes, Iruka wonders what exactly he did to deserve quite so much admiration, but he basks in it all the same.
This time, when Kakashi moves to get up, he doesn’t hesitate to simply scoop a giggling Iruka up with him.