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“Oh my god,” the shinobi moaned. “You’re good at this.”
Kakashi would have responded, but his mouth was busy. He hummed and shifted a bit, swallowing. The man’s cock was hot on his tongue, and Kakashi felt dizzy and unmoored, as if his whole being was expanding to fit around the warm heat.
The man gave a hitching whine as Kakashi curled his right hand, two fingers of which were buried deep inside him.
“Ready?” Kakashi rasped. His voice was hoarse. Well-used. A shudder ran through him at the thought.
Kakashi stood up. His lover lay sprawled on the bed, his chest heaving and fingers curled in his cloud-patterned cloak. The shinobi nodded. He hooked a hand down to pull one of his legs up, which prompted a quickly-concealed wince. He wriggled a bit before deciding to let go, drawing his feet up on the sheets instead.
Kakashi slicked his cock up and shuffled closer. Pushing in was a tortuous affair. O-the man clenched tight around him. His cock, which had swelled up in Kakashi’s mouth moments before, laid soft across his thigh.
The shinobi was shaking, his face scrunched up in a mass of grooved skin. Tears beaded on his eyelashes. Kakashi had the sudden urge to lick, so he did.
“Kakashi—“ the man gasped. The room felt stifling. In the corner, a clock ticked. Kakashi tried to thrust forward, but his lover snapped his thighs around his waist like a vice. He paused.
“Kakashi, hold on—“
It was hard to take a breath. Kakashi felt conscious of their bodies, which were now very far away. His mind spiraled up and out. The clock ticked. He realized his cock had also gone soft, and he sighed, before pulling out.
“Obito,” he started.
“Ugh,” Obito groaned. His arm was over his face. “Sorry. I got overwhelmed. Forgot.”
Kakashi took a deep breath. “Give me a second. We can start again?”
“I guess. Why can’t we try my idea?” Obito flopped onto his side. Head cocked, he simpered, “The infamous copy-nin. Out to distract the evil villain via, uh.” A pink flush bloomed over his face. “Nefarious … touching.”
A silence fell. Kakashi stood absolutely still. He raised an eyebrow to distract from his fingers, which twitched at his side. His sweat was starting to cool cold on his skin.
“Shut up,” Obito said. The shadow of something cruel curled around his mouth. “Too close to the truth?”
Kakashi’s fingers itched. He remembered sitting in front of his Hokage, telling her that he’d found a vulnerability in their opponent.
“I’m not sure how to defeat him. But I think I know how to distract him, at least for now.”
Tsunade’s eyes bored into his. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”
It was an insane plan. But as a distraction, it was working. If only the sex itself worked. But they were working on that, too.
“You don’t want any truths from me,” Kakashi rasped.
Obito stared at him. His eyes were dark voids in the dim light of the inn room.
“You don’t want them either.”
Kakashi squinted his eyes in a smile. A dark warmth curled in his belly, mixed with the bitter tang of sorrow that licked at the back of his teeth. Absurdly, he felt like laughing. He breathed in once, and then again, before relaxing his hands. “Shall we?”
Obito grinned. “Of course, shinobi-san.”
Kakashi smiled back at the man, a syrupy slow pull of cheek muscles. He licked his lips. The man stared back, naked hunger on his face as he tracked the movement.
As Kakashi knelt closer, his lover reached a hand towards Kakashi’s bare face. The man’s fingers trembled ever so slightly.