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Iruka didn’t like the way Kakashi looked in his Hokage robes. They completely hid his endless supply of toned, coiled muscles, and the stupid hat tended to cover his now exposed eyes. Not to mention, sometimes he looked at his long time partner and got a flash back of Sandaime, which was enough to give him some very strange, scarring nightmares.
However, he did have one exception to his hatred of the robes.
Iruka was seated in the Hokage’s chair, surrounded by piles of paperwork he needed to sort for Kakashi. While he insisted he was not an assistant or secretary, he would rather stay late and help his boyfriend than return to their empty home to sleep alone. At the moment, they were certainly not working on anything productive.
Kakashi was on his knees, licking up the side of Iruka’s cock greedily. Iruka adored how messy Kakashi was when he sucked him off, although most of it was unintentional. Iruka stuck his thumb into the side of Kakashi’s mouth, pulling his lips back so he could see his sharp, large teeth. His love gave a playful growl as he did so, making Iruka chuckle quietly.
The large hat was set to the side, but Kakashi was still dressed completely in his robes as he began to slide his mouth onto Iruka’s cock. Having the Hokage on his knees while in his office was a special kink both he and Kakashi appreciated.
Iruka closed his eyes once Kakashi finally swallowed him to the back of his throat, the moan his partner let out making him shiver. Kakashi didn’t let up, increasing the suction as much as he could before sliding back up. The slick sounds were obscene as they echoed off the walls of the office, as neither of them tried to muffle the evidence of what they were up to.
“Fuck, baby,” Iruka mumbled, before weaving his fingers through Kakashi’s hair. He tugged at the long strands, noting that he needed a haircut in the back of his mind, “Want me to fuck your throat today?”
Kakashi looked up at him, eyes already glazed over in his lust. Most times, it seemed like he got more pleasure from sucking Iruka off than Iruka did. Kakashi nodded the best he could, relaxing into Iruka’s hold.
That was all the consent he needed, and Iruka tightened his grip further. In quick movement, he pushed Kakashi to the root of his cock, making the man gag. Iruka allowed only a moment to adjust, before guiding him to the tip. Kakashi’s tongue eagerly licked up the precum that beaded at the tip, but Iruka was quick to pull his mouth back down the shaft.
Iruka set a punishing rhythm, confident in his partner’s limits. Iruka was careful to miss the sharp canines that bracketed his cock, but the slide of danger only served to drive him on faster. Kakashi’s hands were balled up tight in his robes, since he wasn’t allowed to touch Iruka during these times. He liked to feel used when he just needed to clear his mind from the stress of the day.
It had been too long since they done this, since Iruka was nearing the end too quick for his liking. However, it just meant he could get to worshipping Kakashi much quicker.
Iruka pulled Kakashi’s head back as he came, his cum landing on his tongue and over his cheeks. Kakashi groaned, eyes half lidded as he tried to focus up on Iruka’s face. Iruka hadn’t even come down from his high when he pulled Kakashi up into a filthy kiss. He licked his own cum off his beloved’s cheeks, before sticking his tongue into Kakashi’s mouth to feed him more. Iruka ran his tongue shamelessly over Kakashi’s teeth, moaning at sharp pricks against his tongue.
Kakashi took it as an opportunity to finally touch Iruka, and his hands came up to pull Iruka’s hair out of its prison.
“Ruka,” Kakashi gasped, running his tongue against Iruka’s in a messy, wet kiss, “I’m so close, please…’
Of course his Kakashi would be so close to orgasm from giving a blowjob.
Iruka pulled back Kakashi’s robes, revealing his tented shinobi blues underneath. The front of his trousers were damp with precum, perfectly hugging the shape of his cock. With an evil smile, he started to brush his fingers feather light across the tantalizing outline.
Kakashi tilted his head back and groaned. He was still on his knees, but he was elevated to his full possible height, “Iruka…”
“Shh… how do you want it baby? Do you want to fuck me against your desk? Want me to lick your cock until you coat my throat in your cum?” Iruka leaned forward so he could whisper the dirty words against Kakashi’s mouth, the breath between them smoldering. He increased the pressure he was stroking Kakashi without remorse, “Or maybe you want to stroke your cock over mine, and then suck me off all over again?”
Kakashi panted against his mouth, a bit of drool still trickling off the side of his lips, “You’re cruel.”
Iruka smiled, “Am I? You’re the one about to come in your pants. I want to feel it coat my hand through the fabric, Kashi.”
Kakashi cut Iruka off with a kiss, bucking his hips into Iruka’s touch. His hands were still tangled in Iruka’s hair, desperate fingers flexing against his scalp for some moment kind of mercy. His quiet sighs and moans were becoming more incessant, until finally, he had to pull away to growl Iruka’s name as he came suddenly.
Iruka hated Kakashi’s Hokage robes, unless he was on his knees and in Iruka’s hands.