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Kakashi breathes a sigh of relief as he closes the door behind him. He can’t wait to get out of his clothes and take a shower.
“Kakashi, you’re back!”
He doesn’t bother looking up as Obito’s voice and heavy footsteps approach, merely humming in acknowledgement and leaving it at that. He’s about to make his way towards his room but stops abruptly when he almost bumps into the older male.
When did he get so close?
“O–Obito?” Kakashi whispers, slowly backing up against the door behind him. His eyebrows rise in confusion as Obito slowly encases him in a warm embrace.
“Kakashi, why do you smell so good today?” Obito whispers back, pressing in closer to him.
Oh.
Kakashi reluctantly feels his cock twitch in interest.
That’s why he’s been feeling particularly relentless all day.
He settles himself with a deep breath, before letting his fingers wrap themselves around Obito’s arms and push him back.
“I think my heat came early,” Kakashi mutters under his breath.
“Huh?” Obito looks at him in a daze, subconsciously stepping back in without really realizing it.
“My heat, Obito,” Kakashi hisses, feeling embarrassed. He hopes Obito doesn’t notice the flush spreading over his face under his mask.
Obito pauses.
Blinks.
Does his best to snap himself out of it.
“Oh. Shit, sorry, Kakashi, I’m so sorry.” He hurries, steps back and awkwardly rubs the back of his neck. “I’m—Minato sensei invited us over for dinner and I was going to ask if you were coming but you, uh, I really didn’t mean to—“
Kakashi sighs. “It’s okay.” He cuts Obito’s rambling off, suddenly feeling exhausted. “You can go.”
“Oh yeah, I guess. See you, Kakashi.” He throws Kakashi a sheepish glance as he leaves, shutting the door behind him softly.
Kakashi’s head falls back against the door as he lets out a deep sigh.
The instant he hears Obito’s footsteps retreat, his fingers slide down his body to grasp at his cock, desperate for relief.
It only gets like this when his heat hits – like there’s an endless ball of need sitting hot and heavy in his belly. Kakashi doesn’t waste his time as he trails his hand up his thigh, skimming past his cock and then underneath his shirt, brushing up against his stomach, then up to his nipples. He rolls his thumbs over them, gasping at the heated touch. His nipples have always been sensitive, and already, he can feel himself starting to get slick, aching to be filled.
Kakashi bites down on his lip as he brings one hand around his cock, and strokes himself to hardness as he plays with his sensitive nipple with the other hand. He tries to picture an unknown, faceless man with a thick cock above him, eliciting a sharp gasp as he imagines how the man would pull and play with his nipples as he fucked him with strong, powerful thrusts until he came with a sob.
Only it doesn’t take long for the faceless man to take the shape of Obito with his handsome face and warm smile, and Kakashi can’t help it. His cock jerks in his hand, precum pooling at the tip, and all of a sudden, the simmering heat in his belly burns hot with want.
This is how it always goes.
Initially, Kakashi didn’t let himself fantasize – didn’t dare. The last thing he wanted to do was to become a creep who touched himself to the image of his best friend; Obito, who once nearly died for Kakashi, who gifted Kakashi his eye, and holds no grudges against him even after Kakashi broke his promise. Obito, who made it his personal mission to always be by Kakashi’s side, having learned about Kakashi’s lonely childhood during the Kannabi bridge mission. Obito doesn’t deserve this from Kakashi.
It took a long way for Kakashi to realize it, but now – Kakashi’s heart always feels warm whenever he thinks of Obito.
For nine years, Obito has been Kakashi’s emotional anchor, tirelessly reminding him that his past mistakes do not define who he is – that Kakashi has more than made up for it.
Obito was the first person to tell Kakashi his father was a hero, not the disgrace everyone in the village had painted him to be. He taught Kakashi the value of friendship. Kakashi’s caused the death of the girl Obito loved, and yet Obito is the one who constantly reassures him that it wasn't his fault, telling him to stop blaming himself for things beyond his control. He let Kakashi keep his Sharingan despite his clan’s protests, casually inviting himself to live with Kakashi instead when the elders threatened to kick him out of the compound.
Obito has given him so much, and never asks for anything in return.
Kakashi loves him.
In the end, he was content with their friendship as it was because it already offered him so much. There was no one he was more comfortable with, no one that was more capable of knowing what Kakashi needed and taking care of him. Likewise, Kakashi had always prided himself on his ability to love and care for Obito in his own quiet ways. And he never, ever wanted to tarnish their friendship, to disrupt the incredible feeling of being so utterly happy to be able to stay by Obito’s side.
But inevitably, it failed.
It was hard to control his thoughts when his mind was fuzzy with his heat.
So, in the privacy of his own bedroom and in the shadowy corners of his own thoughts, he allowed himself to blur the lines.
As long as Obito never finds out.
Kakashi tilts his head back, his hips doing little thrusts into his fist as he gasps out in breathy cries. He could feel himself starting to slicken up, and he cants his hip back as he lets his hand drift down between his legs instead, tracing down the middle and rubbing down his cleft. The teasing touch draws a shaky sigh from his lips.
Already, it feels almost overwhelmingly good. Kakashi whimpers as he rubs the pad of his finger against his entrance. He can feel slick sliding past his finger, and he moans softly, spreading his slick around as his hole twitches underneath his touch, eager to be stretched and filled.
He spreads his legs wider, imagining Obito slotting himself between them, pulling his legs around his waist as he ruts against his entrance. He moans as he circles his finger around his hole, feels as his entrance clenches and unclenches, trying to draw his finger in. Desire lights a warmth in him, burning through his veins. His hole grows wetter with anticipation.
Kakashi’s eyes fall close on their own accord as he imagines Obito once more. He lets out an appreciative moan, letting his finger just press inside. He imagines Obito’s broad shoulders and thick muscles, wishing the alpha would put them to use by pinning him against the wall and fucking him stupid. He has the most perfect hands – long, wide fingers that would know where to press just inside of him to make him sob with pleasure.
He can almost feel the way Obito slid his hands over his skin in feathering touches. Inhaling deeply, Kakashi presses his finger in further, whining as he lets his body adjust around the intrusion. His hole clenches around his finger, greedy for more, as he imagines Obito sliding hot and slick inside.
Kakashi moans loudly as he continues to press his finger all the way inside, his slick easing the way. He breathes out before pressing a second finger in, his inner walls clamping down tight around his digits. The stretch feels more prominent – but it feels good, though not nearly enough what Kakashi’s craving. Shifting his hips, he slowly starts to fuck himself with his fingers. Slick leaks around his fingers as he pictures Obito being inside of him, filling him, pressing up against his prostate.
Kakashi shudders. Maybe Obito would deliberately take it slow, drawing out his touch with a tenderness that sends pleasure up and down Kakashi’s spine. He would brush Kakashi’s hair back as his own dark hair fell over his forehead. He would smile, his charming, gorgeous smile as Kakashi brushed his fingers over his scarred cheek.
Kakashi , he would say, his deep voice low and husky as he sprinkled affectionate kisses all along Kakashi’s face, even as he worked Kakashi open for his knot.
Kakashi works in a third finger, and then a fourth. His mouth falls open on a loud whine when he curls his fingers against his prostate, as more slick drips out of his hole. His legs shake and tremble, his fingers sliding in and out of his fluttering hole with increasingly desperate cries. He wonders what Obito would think if he saw Kakashi now, so needy, so empty.
Kakashi’s hole clutches frantically at his fingers in response, and he lets out a desperate moan as more slick spills past his fingers.
Suddenly his own fingers don’t feel like they’re enough. He needs something in him now, something bigger, something more filling.
His hand scrabbles for the dildo hidden inside his drawer. He wonders if Obito would be bigger than the toy as he presses the head of the toy against his entrance. His hole remains stubbornly closed, even after stretching himself out with four fingers. He slides the tip over his slick, collecting the wetness that has gathered there, before slowly pressing the dildo in.
His thighs tremble as he finally works the head of the dildo past the tight ring of muscle, his entire body trembling from the sudden intrusion. He shifts, and then repositions himself so that he’s on his knees instead of his back, spreading his legs wider to work with a better angle. The change in position helps, as Kakashi continues to push the thick dildo in, inch by inch. It’s slow, almost agonizingly so, and Kakashi lets out a whimper as he works another inch in. His hole spasms around the silicone, clamping down tight around the width of the cock.
If Kakashi closes his eyes, he could almost pretend it’s Obito slotting in behind him, bracketing him with his broad body, hands around his waist as he slowly pushes in. A sharp gasp is pulled from his lips as his body slowly gives way, accommodating the thick girth of the dildo as he thrusts it in the rest of the way.
For a moment, his muscles tighten as his body spasms, the sudden onslaught of pleasure nearly overwhelming. It’s been too long since he’s been split open by his dildo like this, and Kakashi craves it.
He rolls his hips in lazy movements, adjusting to the size of it inside of him. The toy comes with an inflation setting, but even its normal size is still thick enough that Kakashi can’t help but shudder around the stretch. Still, it doesn’t feel like quite enough. He wants more.
Kakashi reaches for the remote, left just a few inches away from him. He has to bite down on his lip against a moan that threatens to escape when the slight movement has the dildo pressing up against his walls.
Too impatient to work his way up the vibration settings, Kakashi taps on the third setting with fumbling fingers. The dildo jolts into life inside him, drawing a yelp from Kakashi. The rumbling isn’t too intense, but it’s strong enough that suddenly, all Kakashi can focus on is the way the dildo fills him, the way it seems to press on every spot inside his body.
His hip twitches, whimpering when even the slightest movement seems to accentuate the rumble of dildo. Pleasure crashes upon him in waves, and he pants heavily, lungs trying to suck in more air.
He clenches his teeth, trying to muffle another moan, before going up a setting – and fuck, Kakashi drops the remote back onto the bed as the vibration intensifies. Even with only one level of difference, it’s enough to make Kakashi gasp, biting down on his bedsheets as the toy jerks pleasurably against his inside.
His fingers tremble as he reaches behind him, fumbling to grasp the base of the dildo. “Ah!” Kakashi whimpers at the first thrust. His face feels heated and he presses them into his cool sheets as if to hide his burning cheeks. His mouth falls open, eyes fluttering close to sudden onslaught of pleasure. The next thrust has him seeing stars as the tip of the dildo brushing up against his prostate. He lifts his hips up, mindlessly chasing after the pleasure of being fucked, moaning uncontrollably with each thrust.
It’s like all his nerves have been lit on fire, only the press of the thick dildo inside him and the sweet pleasure of the vibration filling his mind. Each thrust against his prostate leaves an explosion of ecstasy, starbursts of pleasure that leaves him crying out with moans and gasps. His hips shake as he meets each thrust, fingers nearly slipping on the silicone from all the slick spilling from his entrance. Lost in the pleasure, Kakashi ignores the ache that’s starting to build in his shoulder and wrists from the angle. He feels barely lucid when he taps the remote, this time adjusting to the fifth setting.
Kakashi wails when the toy changes speed, sending an eruption of pleasure rocking inside him. The pleasure builds, and builds, his muscles clenching as he ruts against the sheets. The next thrust feels impossibly deep, shaking into his core, and then Kakashi is spilling untouched onto the towel underneath him. His body feels wracked with pleasure, trembling as his hole spasms around the vibrating dildo through his release. When the rumbling of the dildo starts to feel almost painful against his oversensitive bundle of nerves, Kakashi whimpers and almost frantically turns the vibrate setting off on the remote.
His knees slide as he collapses onto the bed, disregarding the mess he’s already made. Slowly, Kakashi panting as he comes down from the high of his orgasm, lets his shaking body settle down. Once he calms down, he feels all too aware of the insistent pressure of the dildo still seated deep within him.
Kakashi shifts, lying with his legs parted. It jostles the dildo inside of him, sending a sharp stab of pleasure up his spine. “Oh,” Kakashi whimpers, shifting against the bed again, pushing the dildo incrementally further inside of him. He rocks the toy against his inside, moaning low from the sensation. He feels full, the thick dildo filling him deep inside – but still, it’s not enough. He wants more. Needs more.
The remote lies beside him, in hand reach. Almost as if drawn by magnets, Kakashi can’t help but eye the inflation setting that has been untouched on the remote so far.
After only a moment of hesitation before his horny hindbrain makes the decision for him, Kakashi delicately taps on the inflation setting. “Aah,” he gasps as the toy starts to swell inside of him. He wiggles his hips, relishing in the pressure against his inner walls.
His cock twitches, completely untouched, as blood rushes downwards in almost a lazy, low-thrum of arousal while Kakashi adjusts to the new size of the dildo. He’s tempted to turn the vibration back on, but a part of him wants to savor it first, to focus on the feeling of stretched to his limits before succumbing to the mindless bliss of being fucked with the vibrating dildo once more.
Kakashi stretches his hand down between his thighs, down to where he’s hot and needy, and with trembling hands, he traces his finger around his hole. “Fuck,” he gasps, his hole spasming underneath his touch. It’s stretched taut around the inflated base, slippery with slick. Kakashi rocks his hips back down on the bed, trying to fuck the dildo further into his body. He wishes there was an alpha here to help him – wishes it was Obito, tugging him down on his knot.
The thought of Obito makes him squirm with pleasure, and Kakashi moans, breathy and low, as the toy rubs against his prostate. Kakashi rocks back on the dildo, almost subconsciously as his mouth falls open – it feels so good, the dildo hitting him so deep, filling him just like a real alpha’s knot.
Kakashi feels pleasantly stuffed, and he can’t imagine how incredible it would feel to have Obito’s knot inside him. He rocks gently back and forth, wishing the dildo had a flatter base so that he could ride the toy better, take it in even deeper – but pleasure sparks through him even like this, lying on his side and thrusting back onto the toy. His hole clamps down around its width. It feels perfect, pressing up against his prostate, rubbing against every part inside of him in the most delicious way.
“Fuck,” Kakashi moans again, his eyes closing shut from the waves of pleasure crashing into him as he grinds back on the dildo. He shudders, burying his flushed face in the sheets, the sensation of the inflated toy inside of him pulling moans and gasps and sighs from his lips. It’s a sweet, lulling pleasure that hits him in rolling crests, rather than sharp and intense like the vibration.
With a shaking hand, he fumbles for his cock, lying hot and heavy against his tummy. The first stroke leaves him whining and writhing against the sheets, the dual sensations between his ass and his cock nearly overwhelming in how wonderful it feels. He can hear the mewling sound he’s making with each thrust of his own hips. With his eyes closed, he could almost imagine it was Obito’s hand around him inside, Obito stroking him with each thrust, Obito’s perfect, thick, fat cock thrusting into him, meeting Kakashi’s grinding movements with a sharp snap of his own hips.
“Ah, ah, Obito,” Kakashi pants, rocking back again and again as his moans increase in frequency and pitch. He clenches around dildo, wishes he could feel the heated skin of a real alpha inside of him. But still, his mind feels overtaken with pleasure, his nerves tingling like the only thing he can feel is the firmness of the dildo stretching him so perfectly.
It’s a blissful state. Lost in the fantasy of Obito inside of him, the slow and sensual rub of the dildo against his sensitive walls, Kakashi grinds himself against the toy with his hand on his cock until he builds up to another orgasm. He writhes against the sheet, tumbling over the edge with a cry and a half-formed syllable on his lips. His brain goes all fuzzy and pliant as he practically melts against the bed.
His insides turn to jelly, gasping as the pleasure doesn’t subside even after his climax, impossible to escape with the toy still inflated inside of him. Kakashi whines, hips shaking around the dildo locked inside of him. After the second orgasm, it’s starting to become too much stimulation – and once he regains control over his limbs again, just barely stops shaking from his climax – Kakashi clumsily picks the remote back up to turn off the inflation setting. Another small whine escapes him as he reaches between his legs, his fingers shakily grasping at the base of the dildo and slowly pulling it out.
At least that is the plan, up until when his body starts to feel tight, wet, and hungry for it once more. The raw feeling of sensitivity melts into waves of pleasure. Kakashi swallows back a moan, collapsing back to his side as his hole starts rhythmically clenching down around the fat toy. One hand drifts under his shirt and back to his nipples, stiff and rosy-pink, and he rolls it between his thumb and forefinger, imagining it to be Obito’s larger hands.
He imagines it now, Obito’s fingers pinching and teasing his sensitive buds until they’re puffy and swollen. “Oh,” Kakashi breathes out, his breath going shaky as he teases himself. His cock, still mostly soft, jerks against his thigh. His hips twitch with need. His other hand drifts down his stomach, grazing past the sensitive tip of his cock, and down between his legs. His skin feels heated, almost feverish to the touch.
Kakashi rolls onto his back, splaying his legs out as he gingerly presses on the base of the dildo. The toy tugs against the ring of muscle, and he whines softly. He feels achy inside, like he both wants to escape from the toy that’s pressing in on him like a blooming bruise of pleasure, yet wants more at the same time. His head falls back as his legs lift higher, arching into the crest of pleasure. Kakashi’s eyes flutter close when his vision starts blurring, whiting out at the edges as the dull, but constant stimulation sends him careening over the edge once more.
“Kakashi, can I come in?” Obito softly calls out as he knocks on Kakashi’s door. “I brought you chicken soup. Are you hungry?” He tries again, holding a bowl of said dish in one hand and a water bottle in the other.
He waits for Kakashi’s answer, but instead he hears—
Obito doesn’t catch it at first, the noises are so faint, and from the way Kakashi’s breath smooths out the syllables. But he swears he hears—
“A-ah, Obito!”
Obito’s nose flares instinctively and his fingers clench around the water, crunching it under his grip. He swallows, runs a tongue over his bottom lip as he does his very best to hold himself back. He turns around, setting the bowl and water bottle down on the floor as his heartbeat pounds with arousal.
Obito has general knowledge about heats and its effects on an omega. This is hardly Kakashi’s first time experiencing heat since they started living together, and out of respect, Obito has always made sure to give Kakashi the space and privacy he needed. He had no idea that it could affect him like this as well.
He can still smell Kakashi. Can still smell the pheromones, the heady smell of sex and Kakashi’s desperation. His body begs him to turn back around, enter Kakashi’s room and fuck him into the next century. His hand slips down to rest over his clothed cock, moving on its own accord. His head thumps heavy back against the door.
He thinks of Kakashi as he grinds his palm over himself. Thinks of the way he’s right behind the door. And then the moaning starts again from the other side, except this time it sounds louder to Obito’s ears. And fuck is Obito weak.
Kakashi probably thinks Obito is staying the night at Minato’s place, as he usually does whenever Kakashi goes into heat, not standing outside of his room like a total creep. His moans grow faster, along with the pace of Obito’s hand.
“Obito, Obito, I’m-close, please, Obito.”
The moment he hears those words, the thin thread of Obito’s resolve snaps. He feels his body turn around; feels his hand wrap around the doorknob and turn. He creaks open the door and walks inside, making his way towards the bed, towards Kakashi.
And, Kakashi—
Kakashi, sprawled on his bed, is so very pretty. Flushed and whimpering and begging. Desperate.
Kakashi grasps at his sheets, straining his chest upward with the force of his dildo vibrating inside him. His eyes flutter open to the sight of Obito striding towards him, body jolting in surprise.
“O–Obito?” Kakashi nearly yelps as he throws the towel over his lap, but the sharp movement jostles him and a pained gasp falls from his lips. He hastily grabs his remote and turns off the vibration of the dildo. “What–when did you get back?”
Kakashi doesn’t even want to imagine the sight he must make – reddened nipples straining through his t-shirt, flushed face, and mussed hair, with only a flimsy towel covering his bare legs.
“Just now,” Obito answers, and Kakashi isn’t sure what to make of his expression. “I wanted to check if you were okay but I heard you… calling my name.”
Kakashi’s cheeks burn with mortification as he realizes the gravity of the situation. He wishes more than ever that the earth would rip open and swallow him whole. Kakashi’s bottom lip quivers, and he bites down on it, frozen still from embarrassment. His stomach lurches when he sees Obito’s gaze trail down his body before it snaps back up to his face.
He expects Obito to grimace in disgust, or to leave the room in horror. When he does none of that – instead, taking a step closer, gaze still trained on Kakashi. His hands flutter at his sides, like he’s not sure what to do with them. “Do you,” he begins, and then hesitates. He takes a deep breath, before continuing. “Do you need help?”
“What?” Kakashi says, a little dumbfounded. He’s sure he’s heard wrong.
“I can help you.” Obito looks a little flustered as he gestures at Kakashi’s lap. “If–if you want me to.”
Kakashi flushes, his heart rate spiking at Obito’s words. He belatedly realizes the way Obito has been staring at him since he barged into his room isn’t that of horror. Now that he lets himself actually look at the alpha, he can’t miss the way his visible eye darkens when his gaze drifts back down along Kakashi’s body, or the way he subtly inhales Kakashi’s scent.
Of course, Kakashi thinks.
Obito is the nicest person in the world, and he loves Kakashi. As a best friend, maybe, but the bottom line is, Obito would never hurt him – at least not intentionally.
And now that he’s gotten caught like this, Kakashi sees no reason to turn down Obito’s offer. He does need help, after all.
And maybe, Kakashi might actually like the embarrassment from getting caught like this just a bit. Likes that Obito’s gaze is on him, like he’s watching him, taking in how exposed, fucked open Kakashi is – for him.
“Okay,” he finally says. His heart pounds in his chest as his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip.
“Yeah, okay,” Obito mutters, licking his lip as he takes a seat at the edge of Kakashi’s bed. His hand finds its way to Kakashi’s ankle, the closest one where he’s sitting. Kakashi shivers at the touch, warm fingers stroking along his heated skin. “Can you roll over for me?”
Kakashi’s face turns impossibly redder than it already was, but he does as told anyway. He brings his legs together to roll to his front. The movement causes the dildo to tug at his rim, and his body automatically convulses with pleasure. He whimpers from the sudden stimulation, a sound that has Obito’s hand tightening around his leg. Tingles jolted down his spine.
He grits his teeth against the shockwave of pleasures as he shifts fully to his front. His shirt rucks up around his waist, his half-hard cock now pinned against the bedsheets.
There’s a dip in the bed as Obito crawls closer, his large hands trailing from Kakashi’s ankle and up his calves, pressing on the bend of the knee, before it shifts to his thighs. Looming over Kakashi like this, his scent gets stronger too, and Kakashi resists the urge to moan when the familiar scent envelops his senses. The weight of Obito’s gaze on him makes everything feel more visceral, hotter with desire.
“Like this?” Kakashi asks, trying not to clench around the dildo still lodged deep inside of him. He spreads his legs apart, just enough to to perfectly expose his hole.
As if in response, Obito’s scent gets stronger. He doesn’t say anything as his hands slide up an inch on his bare legs, just shy of where Kakashi knows his own scent becomes stronger, stained with his slick. His touch feels searing on Kakashi’s skin, like he’s imprinting on him. He’s not sure he ever wants to forget how it feels – the sensation of Obito’s long, thick fingers wrapped around his thighs. He wishes he could see Obito’s face, see how he’s looking at him. At the same time, he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to withstand it.
Obito makes a soft, barely there noise. His thumbs rub gentle circles into the meat of Kakashi’s thighs, sliding up just another inch.
“If anything makes you feel uncomfortable, you say so, okay?” he murmurs, his voice low and hot, as he passes one of Kakashi’s pillows to him.
Kakashi resists a shudder as he slides the pillow under his stomach, tipping his hips higher so his hole is on display. “Okay,” he breathes out. He tries to relax, tries to unclench around the dildo even as his cock valiantly twitches. The pillow provides more friction for him to rub against, but he tries to still himself. There’s a fluttery feeling inside his belly – he’s nervous, but he also knows it feels so good to have Obito guide him like this, touching him like this. If it weren’t for the dildo plugged inside him, he knows he would be leaking slick all over himself.
Behind him, he can hear Obito exhaling. “I’m going to touch you now,” he murmurs, soft and gentle. “Just tell me if you want me to stop, Kakashi.” He says his name like a caress, and Kakashi has to bury his face in his arms to hide how much it affects him.
Hands slide up his thighs, kneading into the soft skin in a way that Kakashi could almost pretend is worshipful. They glide easily along his skin, smoothed with the amount of slick that had dripped down his legs. It’s embarrassing, but Obito doesn’t seem to mind, not when his thumbs purposefully collect the wetness that has gathered there.
His breath hitches when Obito’s large hands cup his ass. Obito pauses, as if to check if his touch was okay. With a burning face, Kakashi tilts his hips back, silently pushing himself into Obito’s palms.
“I’m going to...” Obito says quietly, trailing off as one hand squeezes the globe of his ass. One finger runs over the tight and stretched rim of his entrance. Kakashi lets out a breathy whimper, closing his eyes. He hears Obito’s breath catch.
It’s impossible not to clench around the dildo when Obito’s fingertips rub gently around his rim, spreading the slick. Kakashi whines, his body instinctively arching into the sensation as a shockwave of pleasure rolls through him. Every touch feels more intense, more amplified now that he’s surrounded by Obito’s alpha scent and his touch.
“Wow,” Obito says quietly, drawing Kakashi out of his thoughts.
Kakashi is about to ask what he means when he catches the remote of his dildo in Obito’s hand. He blushes, averting his eyes. There’s a look on Obito’s face, one that Kakashi isn’t sure how to categorize. It’s intense, heavy, and it sends pleasant shivers down his spine.
“How many times did you cum?” Obito asks, his tone of voice leaving no room for suggestion, a tone he’s never taken with Kakashi before. It’s calm, dominating, and it makes Kakashi want to splay his legs wide, hold himself open for Obito to take.
“Three times,” Kakashi admits, a flush heavy on his cheeks. He pauses, sneaking a glance at Obito through his eyelashes. “Almost four, just now.”
Obito stills, catching Kakashi’s gaze. His eye darkens. There’s a hint of something in his stare – excitement, maybe. Arousal. His scent grows thicker. “Kakashi,” he says, nearly growling. Kakashi shivers, heat tingling underneath his skin. “Do you want me to fuck you with this?”
Kakashi licks his lips, mouth feeling suddenly dry. “I don’t know,” he says honestly, holding Obito’s gaze steady. “I–I’d rather have you inside me.” Kakashi’s heart churns out a beat too fast before his mind can beg him to stop.
As soon as the words leave his mouth, he tastes the sourness of regret on his tongue. Obito stares at him, eye wide with shock. It was too bold, too forward, too inappropriate – he’s just about to apologize, take it back somehow, but then Obito surges forward, the remote still in his hand.
It’s like a cord has snapped.
“Obito,” he manages, his voice just a breathy little gasp, and then Obito’s pulling him up for a bruising kiss. Kakashi pushes up into the kiss, body moving almost instinctively. He buries his hands in Obito’s dark hair, pulling him closer as the kiss turns feverish and frantic. Obito’s hands rove over his body, cradling his face, tilting his head so that he can deepen the kiss. Kakashi moans, suckling on Obito’s tongue when he licks into his mouth. He feels Obito’s hands tugging on him, moving him as he pleases, like he’s weightless, until he’s cradled upright and pulled onto Obito’s lap.
Despite Obito’s having barely touched him, he’s never felt this turned on before. Being moved around like a ragdoll lights the fire inside of him. Kakashi moans into the kiss. The burning desire under his skin makes him feel overheated, desperate and needy. He needs Obito. He’s desperate for him, for his touch, his cock, his knot.
His cock is hard between them, brushing against the inside of his t-shirt, precum dripping out steadily as he rolls his hips on Obito’s lap, breath hitching when it adds more pressure to his already filled rim. Obito’s hands find their way to Kakashi’s hips.
“Kakashi,” Obito moans, between kisses. He pulls back an inch, and Kakashi chases after him. He lets Kakashi kiss him, before he pulls away again, hands squeezing Kakashi’s hips. “Kakashi, are you really okay with this?” Obito asks, voice breathy but frantic.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Kakashi chants, grinding his hips against Obito’s stomach. He can feel Obito’s erection underneath his ass cheek, still trapped within the confines of his pants. The texture is rough underneath Kakashi’s skin, but he pays it no mind as he moves his hips in tiny, diminutive circles. Obito lets out another moan, before holding Kakashi still in his lap.
Then, Kakashi’s brain catches up to him – what exactly Obito had asked him, and the fact that they’re doing something that he had never dared to truly entertain. His breath is shaky as he settles himself on Obito’s lap. He breathes out, tries to calm down. “Are–Are you? Do you want this?”
“Gods, yes,” Obito says, a smile tugging on his lips. “Yes, with you, yes.” And he’s kissing Kakashi again, this time slow, deep, and languorous.
Kakashi swallows back a gasp when Obito turns his attention downwards, trailing a line of kisses down his jaw to the slender line of his neck. His hands follow the downward movement, sliding down until they’re digging into the meat of his ass. “Fuck,” Obito groans, nipping lightly at Kakashi’s neck. “Fucking love your ass.” It’s unbelievable how hot he’s feeling, even when Obito’s fully clothed. His hands knead at Kakashi’s ass, before drifting down to tease at his swollen entrance. “Can I?” Obito asks.
“Yes,” Kakashi answers immediately, and Obito turns to press something on the remote where it lies next to them, nearly forgotten.
Obito must have started on the lowest setting, but even then, Kakashi can feel the vibrations all the way up his spine. He arches his back, muffling a loud gasp by biting down on fabric on Obito’s shoulder. Even after cumming three times already, Kakashi feels like he’s on a hair trigger, his body strung in hot pleasure. It feels even more intense than before, the vibrations jolting pleasurably against his prostate and his rim.
Then, Obito increases the vibration speed all the way up to the max setting. The dildo felt like it was pounding directly against the sensitive bundle of nerves, dragging almost painfully at his rim. Kakashi wails, mouth falling open, as the sensation sends shocks up his spine.
“Oh, fuck, Obito, ah!” Kakashi sobs, vision going white. His hands come up to clutch helplessly at Obito’s shoulders as he collapses against his chest, the friction of his shirt suddenly too much against his nipples and his hard cock. He can feel his entire body shaking, practically convulsing from pleasure, his legs clamping tight around Obito’s thighs as his hole clenches and unclenches on the unyielding toy. He feels mindless with pleasure, his entire body is just one live wire ready to set off. He can hear himself whining loudly, high-pitched and needy, as he shakes and shudders in Obito’s arms. He feels a pressure building, starting from the base of his spine and traveling upwards, ready to erupt—
—and then the vibrations stop. The sudden cease in movement pulls a ragged gasp from Kakashi’s throat, eyes clenched tight as tears leak from the corners of his eyes. “No, no, I need—want to cum, please, please,” he slurs, desperation clawing under his skin. “Obito, Obito—“
“Shh, shh, you’re doing so good for me,” Obito murmurs soothingly, smoothing back Kakashi’s hair from his face. The sudden praise adds to Kakashi’s need, and he moans wantonly, pressing himself closer to Obito’s front, writhing desperately. “So good, such a good omega for me.”
Kakashi moans in agreement at his words. A part of him feels suspended in disbelief, that the person he’s been in love with all these years is with him right now. But this is better than his own fantasies. His hips twitch. “Yes, your good omega, need your–ah–need your cock, Obito, please,” he babbles, pupils blown. “Please, fuck me, please, please.”
“Kakashi,” Obito moans, his voice rough with want. Kakashi trembles, moaning, when Obito tugs on the base of the toy. It slides out wetly, with a loud, slick noise. All the excess slick dribbles out, probably soiling Obito’s pants. Kakashi had expected a sense of relief to no longer have the dildo inside of him, but instead, he just feels empty, so, so empty. He needs Obito.
Except Obito pulls him in for a kiss instead, his hands petting Kakashi’s waist with soothing circles before encircling him. He feels so much larger than Kakashi like this, bracketing him with his broad shoulders, cradling him in his arms, before tipping Kakashi backwards so that he’s lying on his back. His legs automatically part to accommodate Obito, wrapping around his waist.
“Fuck, look at you.” Obito says, naked desire flashing in his gaze as he takes in Kakashi’s debauched appearance. He kisses down his neck again, this time not letting the neck of his shirt hinder his path. He hovers over Kakashi’s right nipple, peaked underneath the flimsy shirt, before pressing a light kiss to it. It would be cute if it weren’t for the desperation that Kakashi feels, and he shakes his head frantically.
Obito ignores him, mouthing hotly over his nipple, pinching and rolling it between his fingers before teasing his left nipple. Despite his frustrations, Kakashi can’t help but moan and buck into the touch. “Obito, please, I’ll be good, just fill me, please,” he gasps, even as his hands come up and bury themselves in Obito’s now-mussed hair as he gently takes the sensitive bud between his teeth over the fabric of his shirt. “I, ah, ah—need you!”
The fabric feels cool and damp on his nipples, teasingly good, when Obito releases them. He continues a slow trail of kisses down Kakashi’s sternum. When he reaches Kakashi’s navel, his hands come up to tug on the hem of his shirt. “Can I take this off?” Obito asks, voice husky and his gaze half-lidded.
Kakashi nods. He doesn’t think he can speak, can barely think coherently. Obito’s hands skim his skin as he pulls the shirt off of Kakashi, carelessly discarding it to the side of the bed. Kakashi feels starkly aware that he’s now completely nude while Obito is still fully dressed. Obito’s gaze is raptured by him, a hungry look on his face. He flushes.
His hands automatically move to cover himself. It’s not that he’s ashamed of himself or embarrassed by his body, but Obito’s gaze is – intense. They’ve seen each other in several states of undress throughout the years, but Obito’s never seen him like this, exposed and spread out for him, and him alone.
It seems to shake Obito out of his trance. He wraps his hands around Kakashi’s wrists and pulls them away. “Don’t hide from me,” he says, pressing a butterfly-light kiss to the bone of both wrists. “You look—fuck—Kakashi, you look beautiful,” he praises, as he looks down the length of Kakashi’s body. As if wanting to prove a point, Obito re-traces a path of kisses down the expanse of Kakashi’s pale skin, pausing to pay special attention to Kakashi’s nipples once more until they’re red, swollen, and puffy. His hands smooth down Kakashi’s side, slow and worshipful, until they settle on his hips.
And then he wraps a hand around Kakashi’s length, using his thumb to smear the precum around the head. The sudden friction sends a jolt of pleasure down Kakashi’s spine, his breath coming out harsh as he moans Obito’s name. His thighs tense, spine locking, when Obito presses a kiss to the tip of his cock, and then to the sensitive underside.
Obito reaches between Kakashi’s legs and parts his cheeks, exposing the core where Kakashi’s hot and empty. Kakashi shivers as more slick spills out from his hole, dripping onto Obito’s fingers. It’s messy, humiliating in how wanton he is, but he’s never felt such a strong ache like this, such a nagging need to be filled.
Obito groans, leaning down to press a soft, affectionate kiss to Kakashi’s stomach. Kakashi’s hole spasms when Obito presses his thumb to it, petting the sensitive nerves of his entrance, just teasingly. Kakashi keens, mouth falling open, eyes fluttering shut. Obito presses in the slightest bit, letting his thumb sink in, before he pulls back out, smearing Kakashi’s slick around his hole.
Kakashi shudders, sobs wracking his body as his hips chase after the loss of touch. “Obito,” he cries, mustering a glare through teary eyes. “You’re supposed to help me.“
“I know. I know, Kakashi,” Obito murmurs. “I’ll give you what you need, okay?” He kisses Kakashi’s hipbone in a soothing manner, before dipping his head lower. Warm breath washes over the swell of his cheeks, where Obito’s hands still hold him open. Where he’s empty and craving for Obito to fill him.
His stomach clenches in arousal, pressing his face into his bed sheets. He swallows, hips shifting. His hole clenches and unclenches in anticipation, feeling the heavy weight of Obito’s attention on him. “Obito,” Kakashi whimpers, the words pulling out around the lump in his throat, “Please, fuck me, I want to feel you, please—”
“Soon,” Obito promises, voice husky. “But first…you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” Then, before Kakashi has a chance to take in his words, to process them, Obito’s dipping his head down between Kakashi’s splayed legs where his rim is tight and slick with need, and buries his mouth right there.
Kakashi keens in surprise, voice breaking on a loud wail, as Obito spreads him wider, licking around the tight ring of muscle. The press and invasion of Obito’s tongue makes him shudder, waves of pleasure jolting down his spine. It feels good, so fucking good, his body starts convulsing as he rolls his hips against Obito’s tongue. The noises are so loud and wet and noisy, Obito moaning as he licks into him, kissing his hole like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.
“Oh, Obi—ah,” Kakashi whines. He goes loose and pliant against the mattress when Obito sucks around his tight rim, before thrusting his tongue inside in sharp movements. He feels swollen, scorching hot inside as slick drips down his thighs. “Obito, ah!” Kakashi cries out, bucking into the sensation of Obito licking around his rim and flicking just inside where his inner walls clamp down with a pressure that has him shivering. He can feel his cock leaking heavy against his belly, his body boneless and useless under Obito’s teasing tongue. Kakashi wails when Obito gets him good and wet and soft for him, his knees jerking up, hips rocking down. He could cum like this, he thinks, writhing against the sheets as tears spring to his eyes.
“You’re so good for me. So beautiful,” Obito rasps. His hair is mussed and his chin is wet with spit and Kakashi’s slick. It’s a dangerous look, one that has him moaning Obito’s name desperately. He can feel tears sliding down his cheeks. Kakashi thinks he could die from how badly he needs to cum right now.
Obito presses a kiss to his hole, almost delicately with how gentle and soft it is, and then two of his fingers tease around his rim, pressing in on the tight muscle. Despite how fucked out he is, Kakashi’s still tight, and he feels every inch of Obito’s thick fingers slowly sink into the muscle. He sinks them both in knuckle-deep. Kakashi arches his back on a gasp, shoving down on Obito’s fingers a little.
“Hurry,” Kakashi pleads. He can feel the way Obito’s fingers glide in and out of him, eased by the amount of slick he’s producing. Thicker and wider than Kakashi’s own fingers, Kakashi’s body happily accepts the feeling of Obito pressing along his inner walls. It feels so much better than when he was fingering himself earlier, each twist of his fingers, each brush against his prostate forcing a sob out of him. “Fuck me, Obito – ah – p-put it in me,” he says, voice become choked on moans of pleasure. He’s too strung up to wait any further.
As if to prove a point, Obito sinks three fingers in, curling them upwards. Kakashi jolts, as if shocked, when they press against his prostate, his toes curling as he bucks back on Obito’s fingers. He wraps his arms around Obito, using him for balance as he rolls his hips up.
“Come on, ah, please, I’ll be—“ Kakashi's voice breaks as he shudders on another loud, keening moan. “Ah, I’ll be, oh, good, I promise.” Fingers aren’t enough for him now – he’s ready, he needs Obito’s cock in him.
Unexpectedly, it makes Obito smile, tiny and fond. His eye sparkles with contentness. “Gods, you are going to be the death of me,” he says effusively, and the sudden earnestness makes Kakashi blush. Somehow, that makes him feel more embarrassed than anything else in the entire day so far. Obito’s fingers slide out slowly, and then his palms slide up Kakashi’s thighs, kneading at the muscles there as he leans up. Kakashi expects a kiss, but Obito nuzzles his nose instead, a little eskimo kiss, before pressing his lips against his cheek.
Then, he shifts back to pull his shirt over his head and extracts himself out of the fabric, dumping it on the ground in the proximity of where he threw Kakashi’s shirt. The outline of his cock is visible through his pants where it’s pressing up against the zipper, and Kakashi runs his hand over the outline of his hard cock, before popping the button of his pants and unzipping them. Obito stands up to shuck the pants off, pulling off his underwear, and leaving them both in a pile on the ground.
Kakashi feels himself salivate at the sight of Obito’s heavy and full cock slap against his abdomen, red and dripping with precum. His breath comes a little faster as Obito climbs back on the bed. His cock is even bigger than his dildo, and when Obito pushes Kakashi’s legs apart, falling open to expose his hole, he can easily see the size difference between them. A hungry shiver wracks his body.
He wants to take Obito into his mouth. Wants to fit his mouth around the tip of his cock, taste the salt and bitterness of his precum on his tongue. He can tell his lips will have to stretch to accommodate for Obito’s size, his lips won’t even touch. His mouth would be so full, his jaw would ache, and Kakashi wants it so badly.
But he’s impatient. Instead, he wraps a hand around Obito’s length, using his precum as lube as he fists his cock. Obito moans, one hand coming up to clutch at Kakashi’s thigh. “Fuck, feels good,” Obito sighs, hips jerking into Kakashi’s hand. Heavy, thick, and long; it’s better than Kakashi’s own fantasies and he needs it inside of him.
As if he could read Kakashi’s mind, Obito positions himself between Kakashi’s legs. He adjusts the pillow underneath the small of Kakashi’s back. “Don’t want you to feel uncomfortable,” he says sheepishly at Kakashi’s pointed look. He grabs Kakashi’s knees, guiding them until they’re pushed up against his chest so that he’s completely exposed. His hands settle around Kakashi’s hips. He presses the tip of his thick length against Kakashi’s slightly swollen hole.
Kakashi holds his breath, his right hand gripping the sheets underneath him tightly. His left hand finds Obito’s hand on his hip instinctively, clasping their fingers together. The first inch has him seeing stars as Obito slowly sinks the head of his cock past the sensitive rim. His head is thrown back as another few inches slide into him, the air pushing out of him forcefully as his breathless gasp evolves into a moan.
“Fuck, you’re still so tight around me,” Obito moans, stilling to let Kakashi adjust to his cock. “So wet for me.”
Kakashi’s breath comes out in a high-pitched moan, his hand squeezes Obito’s as he tries to roll his hips back. His other hand claws at the sheets. He can feel himself growing slicker as his body fights to accommodate Obito’s length. “Don’t – ah – d-don’t stop.”
He forces his muscles to relax and unclench as Obito draws back until only the head is left, before he pushes back in, sinking in another couple of inches. Kakashi trembles around the thickness boring down in him, stretching him open. He’s still a little bit sensitive and sore, but it makes Obito feel all the more better inside of him. He moans as Obito finally pulls back out before sinking back in, each thrust of his cock pressing in deeper and deeper until he reaches the hilt. Kakashi moans at the fullness of the stretch. It’s hot, hard, filling him better than anything else Kakashi’s ever taken.
“Okay?” Obito pants, stroking Kakashi’s hip with the one hand still placed there.
Kakashi shudders and gasps. It feels incredible, and he nods unseeingly, dizzy from the blinding pleasure of Obito’s cock splitting him open. His left hand is still entangled with Obito’s, and he lifts their hands up now, pressing a tender kiss to each other Kakashi’s knuckles as he waits for Kakashi to adjust around him.
When Kakashi finally nods, urging him to move, Obito gives an experimental thrust forward. His cock reaches deep inside Kakashi. He feels so full, so amazing. Obito draws back slowly, sliding back in with slow, gentle thrusts. Kakashi bites his lips, writhing at the feeling of Obito’s cock dragging along his walls, only to slide back in. His toes curl as Obito gradually picks up the pace, stomach burning with arousal.
Obito lets go of his hand briefly to settle back onto his waist, pulling Kakashi closer until his legs wrap around his waist. He adjusts his hips, tilting Kakashi at an angle, before he slams back in. Kakashi loses his breath with the next thrust, crying weakly against the bed sheets as Obito slams in impossibly deep, the new angle sending sparks down his spine. Embers burn in his belly, as if lighting him from inside out, as Obito’s cock slots against his prostate.
“Fuck, Kakashi,” Obito chokes out, arms sliding around Kakashi’s waist, cradling him closer. “You feel amazing.”
Then, he’s pulling Kakashi up with him as he sits back without dislodging his cock inside of him, driving into the hilt and impaling Kakashi on his cock.
Kakashi screams as Obito slams into his prostate, his hands scrabbling at Obito’s broad shoulders. His whole body writhes on top of Obito, his erection bobbing between them as he bears down on Obito’s girth. All Kakashi can think about is how amazing Obito feels inside of him, spearing himself open. He never wants to feel empty without Obito again, without him filling him up so perfectly. “You—“ he chokes on a moan, his head falling into the crook of Obito’s neck, unable to hold himself up. His scent is even stronger like this, and Kakashi feels more slick leak from his channel from the scent. “Fuck, so good, so – ah thick.”
Obito moans, pressing a kiss to the tip of his ear, and then snaps his hips. Hard. He thrusts into him with a relentless, consistent pace. His head swims, every nerve coming alive as Obito pistons his hips, fucking into him at a brutal pace. Kakashi’s mouth falls open as he moans uncontrollably, arching into Obito’s thrusts. He rolls his hips, trying to take more and more of Obito inside of him. His toes curl, thighs trembling from the shock of pleasure. His head spins, whirling with a dizzying hunger.
His moans grow louder and louder. “Fuck, ah, Obi—ah!” he cries, babbling a litany of Obito’s name like it’s the only syllables he knows. Each thrust sends stars exploding behind his eyelids, his moans pitching higher.
“Kakashi,” Obito groans, his own moans mingling with Kakashi’s as he pounds into him with abandon. “Fuck, so good for me.” His skin feels heated against Kakashi, his breath coming out in harsh, ragged gasps.
Kakashi digs his nails into Obito’s back, breathing heavy as he’s fucked hard and fast. Obito feels so deep inside of him, he can feel his cock twitch every time Kakashi moans and gasps and shakes. He cries, toes curling, as Obito slams in deep, dragging his cock over his prostate. “Please,” he sobs, as he feels the familiar coil tightening in his abdomen as Obito ruts into him, driving his whole length in and out at a nearly brutal force. He grinds down, clenching around Obito’s length.
Each nudge against his prostate has him crying out, keening loudly. He feels like he’s falling into a spellbinding haze, one where all his nerves are connected to his rim and the sensitive bundle of nerves. Obito pistons into him, slamming against his prostate, each thrust sounding deliciously filthy and wet and slick. “Please,” Kakashi begs, tears blurring his vision. “Knot me, Obito, knot me, ah, ah,” he moans wantonly – and then he loses his words to a blinding pleasure as Obito drives into him, hard and deep. He writhes helplessly as heat explodes through his veins, screaming out Obito’s name, as stripes of cum paint both of their abdomen.
He gasps, hips bucking as Obito continues to fuck him through his orgasm. His whole body shakes, eyes rolling as Obito slams into him again and again. He whimpers at the friction against his oversensitive and swollen rim, every inch of Obito’s cock dragging against his walls sending aftershocks throughout his entire, fucked-out body. All he can do is take it, his gasps breaking into moans once more when he starts to feel Obito’s knot start to swell.
“Gonna knot you,” Obito moans, his hips starting to stutter. “Gonna, fuck—“ he bites off his words with a throaty moan, before pulling Kakashi into an obscene kiss, still driving deep inside of his pliant body. The entire bed shakes from his movements.
Kakashi moans filthily into the kiss. He closes his eyes, shuddering and oversensitive. He can feel Obito’s knot starting to catch on his rim, as Obito slams in, pressing in so deep that Kakashi sees white. “Yes, a-ah, knot me—“
With a punched-out cry, Obito presses in one last time as his knot swells, spilling in deep and hot inside Kakashi. The edges of Kakashi’s vision darken and he shudders from the sudden burst of pleasure as Obito’s knot stretches him, filling him in the way he’s been craving. Finally, he feels full, so, so full. He tries not to squirm on Obito’s length, the knot feeling like a large and hot pressure inside of him. He can’t even shift without pleasure slamming into his body.
Kakashi feels ruined. He shudders around where they’re connected together, clenching around Obito’s knot as Obito continues to spill his seed inside of him. The feeling of Obito’s cock twitching inside of him from his orgasm, of his cum locked inside of him makes Kakashi moan weakly. If he didn’t feel so exhausted, and finally satiated, he thinks he probably could come alone from being tied together with Obito. His knot presses in at all the right places.
“Fuck,” Obito mutters as his orgasm finishes, arms wrapping around Kakashi in a hug. His fingers card through his sweat-mussed hair in soothing movements. For a moment, Kakashi has to just lie there, his eyes closed as he pants. He doesn’t feel quite present yet, consciousness still fuzzy from the intense fucking he received. “Kakashi?” Obito murmurs, soft and gentle.
Kakashi hums, digging his nose into Obito’s clavicle. He inhales deeply, taking in his scent, letting it calm his racing heart. He clenches around Obito’s knot, eliciting a moan from them both. “Feels good,” he mutters, pressing his lips to Obito’s neck in a facsimile of a kiss, barely having the strength to properly do so.
He feels the vibrations against his skin as Obito laughs, a low rumble. His whole body feels sore, but contented, like a deep ache has now been filled. He knows his hips and his ass are going to kill him later. Kakashi’s glad he is eligible for a few days off until his heat dies down, so he doesn’t have to leave the apartment – or his bed. Hopefully with Obito right next to him. Or inside of him.
Obito’s hands rove down the expanse of his back, sliding up and down as he helps calm Kakashi down.
“Kakashi,” he says, before his hands come up to cradle Kakashi’s face, gentle as he lifts his chin up to face him. His heart flutters at the affection he hears in Obito’s voice, pounds against his chest when Obito pulls him into a sweet, soft kiss. When they pull apart, Obito laughs again, his eye sparkling. “So,” he says, in a bright tone. “You’ve been pining for me all this time, huh?”
Kakashi flushes, mumbles, “shut up,” and tucks his head back into Obito’s neck.
Obito laughs, smoothing a hand down Kakashi’s back again. “No really, how long?”
Kakashi has to think for a moment. He’s never been the type to articulate his thoughts – whether because it embarrasses him, to some degree, to be open and vulnerable in that way, or because he’s never been good at finding the right words to use.
“Maybe since you returned to the village?” he finally answers, partially lost in thought. “When you had to stay in the hospital for a month and I didn’t want to leave your side because I was afraid you might disappear. I guess that’s when I realized.”
“When I came back?” Obito asks, sounding incredulous. Kakashi pries his eyes open, shifting so that he can look up and see Obito from where he’s pressed up against him. He nods. “Kakashi,” Obito starts, and then laughs. “Kakashi, I’ve been in love with you for... I don’t even know. Since I woke up in that cave, probably. It took me a while to realize, but you were all I could think about.”
Kakashi reels back in shock, and then winches when the movement puts more pressure on his sore rim. “But I… thought you liked Rin.”
“Well yeah, I did.” Obito admits truthfully. “I’m not going to lie and tell you I never liked her. She was the only person who believed in me when everyone else saw me as a failure. She was my only friend,” he says, and then adds before Kakashi has a chance to respond, “I know it probably sounds like I only fell in love with you because she was out of the picture, but it’s not like that at all. I’d already liked you before what happened in the Hidden Mist.”
Kakashi flutters his lashes. “What?” His voice is small, and he knows his face is the picture of disbelief because Obito’s lips curl into a fond smile as he continues.
“I was too prideful to admit back then, but you were a pretty amazing kid, you know. No wonder everyone had a crush on you,” he says teasingly. “And yeah, anyway, I was young. I liked two people at the same time, so what? Rin was important to me, but so were you. Being alone in that cave for a year gave me plenty of time to reflect on my life. I kept thinking about the way I had treated you, how things could’ve gone differently between us if I had been more persistent – if I’d learned about your pain sooner. And before I knew it, I found myself thinking more about you than I did about Rin. I guess that was when I realized I had feelings for you. And surprisingly, the thought didn’t bother as much as it probably would have under different circumstances.”
Kakashi stares at Obito with his lips slightly parted, unable to form a coherent response as he is still trying to wrap his mind around the revelation. Did he fall asleep? Because there’s no way, absolutely no way, that Obito is confessing to him right now. That Obito actually returns his feelings. He has to be dreaming; there’s no other explanation.
Kakashi figured Obito wouldn’t have fucked him if he didn’t find Kakashi a tad bit attractive, but to hear that Obito has loved him for so long is nothing short of a dream. It sounds too good to be true.
But Obito keeps on talking, “I think it was because I finally let myself really see you after Minato sensei had told me about your father. I knew then there was more to you than a stuck-up kid who only cared about rules, and I wanted to get to know you better. And when you got hurt and lost an eye for me, I guess it sort of sealed the deal. All those thoughts of you were what kept me going. I promised myself if I made it out of that cave alive, I would never leave you by yourself ever again.”
Kakashi’s breath hitches and his heart skips a few beats hearing the words spill from Obito’s lips. It feels like a shot to the heart – the words he’d never dared to dream of even as he shamefully touched himself to the image of Obito fucking him hard into the mattress.
Obito’s smile is gentle as he leans in, their breaths ghosting over each other’s lips for a moment. He doesn’t wait for Kakashi’s response before closing the gap between them and pulling him in for another passionate yet, tender kiss.
Kakashi almost forgets to respond, almost forgets to breathe, but Obito’s warm hand finding its way across Kakashi’s naked side is like an electric shock. It wakes Kakashi up from his stupor and he’s kissing Obito back, free hand finding its place on Obito’s chest.
Kakashi is breathless when they part, fingers trembling just the slightest as the vehement emotions clog his windpipe. He tries his best to control the heavy thuds of his heart against his chest. “So you’re telling me when you came back to the village, you were already in love with me?” he breathes. “Why did you never say anything?”
Obito gently removes Kakashi’s trembling hand from his chest and presses a tender kiss against it. “Well, I wasn’t sure if you felt the same way. I didn’t want to burden you with my feelings.” A pleased smile appears on his face when he pulls back to meet Kakashi’s gaze once again. “Besides, you should have said something,” he says pointedly, but the look of happiness on his face indicates that he isn’t too bothered.
“You’ve loved me for ten years.” Kakashi repeats, astonished.
Obito slides his hand over Kakashi’s jaw to caress his cheek. “I have,” he answers, his gaze never leaving Kakashi’s as he continues. “I’m in love with you, Kakashi. Have always been and will always be.” The words are spoken with such an intensity that makes Kakashi tingle from head to toe, and Obito’s looking at him like he hung each and every one of the stars in the sky, iris reflecting so much love and adoration Kakashi wonders how he could’ve missed it.
Kakashi feels heat nick at his eyes as he brings his hand up to Obito’s face. “I think it goes without saying but, I love you, too,” he murmurs, the words tumbling out before Kakashi thought too hard about them. There’s a fluttering feeling in his heart, a spot of warmth that spreads throughout his body – and this time, he welcomes it, lets it in instead of repressing it.
When Obito kisses him again, the sweetness on his tongue tastes like joy, and Kakashi lets himself truly enjoy it this time, reveling in it like a warm bath after a hard day. Obito’s scarred cheek is warm under his palm, his lips soft against his own, and Kakashi can feel the hint of a smile tug at the corners of them.
Kakashi’s heart swells when Obito pulls away and dissolves into a radiant grin. He pushes a strand of hair away from Kakashi’s face, affectionately tucking it behind his ear as if to admire his whole face. “I hope you realize you’re stuck with me forever now. No taking it back.”
Kakashi laughs softly at that, happier and lighter than he can remember ever being. “I can live with that.”
Kakashi isn’t sure if it is actually possible, but Obito seems to light up even more with the words. “Good.” He beams at him. “Because we’ve got ten years to make up for.”
Still tied with his knot stetching Kakashi open, Obito carefully maneuvers their bodies to lie on his back, pulling Kakashi close so he’s half laid on his chest. Kakashi sighs happily as Obito nuzzles into his hair and presses a kiss to his temple.
Wrapped in Obito’s scent and warmth, the pain in his rim has dulled to a gentle burn, and Kakashi purrs in contentment. They stay like that, intertwined, as their breathing evens out and their heartbeats slow.
Sleep has never come so easy.