#1 "The Bath House" (KakashixIruka from Naruto)
Pairing/Fandom: Kakashi/Iruka from Naruto
Theme: #1, Anonymity
Title: "The Bath House"
Author: ftm_boi
Warning: Yaoi like woah!
Dislaimer: I *totally* don't own Naruto... *sigh*
"The Bath House" was a place that few people in Konoha knew of, and even fewer frequented. The entrance was located in a shady looking back alley, permeated by the stench of weeks old trash and mostly empty liquor bottles. Umino Iruka found himself breathing through his mouth as he approached to keep from retching. He wore only tattered bluejeans and a gray hooded sweatshirt, the hood pulled up over his head to keep himself from being recognized. Just like every time he came here, a strange tingle of excitement and trepidation ran through him as he opened the door.
The grizzly looking middle-aged man at the counter took his money without a word, and he quickly moved on to the small locker room. There, Iruka stripped and placed his clothes mechanically in an empty locker. At first, he ignored the stack of towels on the way into the baths, but then stepped back and grabbed one, figuring he might need it to lay on since you couldn't be sure how clean the surfaces were here.
The steam inside the establishment was thick and heavy, making moisture bead out almost immediately on Iruka's tanned skin. His eyes narrowed as he scanned the area for anyone interesting, but it seemed rather empty tonight... Either that, or everyone was already "occupied". He was a little disappointed, but decided to find an empty room and enjoy himself for the time being.
Sure, there were baths there, but "The Bath House" was more a collection of rooms for anonymous fucking. As he walked down the hallway, Iruka peered discreetly into the rooms with open doors. The first few were taken up by sweating, writhing couples, the sight of which had Iruka's flaccid cock twitching up in anticipation. In the next room was a hulking man with entirely too much body hair, his face intense and red as he frantically pumped himself. Iruka kept walking.
Finally, he came upon an empty room. He walked in, but did not close the door behind him. It was an invitation of sorts. Each of the rooms had a small waterproof container in the corner that contained a large bottle of lube and a generous supply of condoms. Iruka grabbed the bottle and spread out his towel on the long sauna-style bench along the side of the room. As he sat down, he heard passionate, synchronous moaning and shouting from the hallway, his dick springing up, about half erect now.
Squeezing out a good amount of lube onto his hand, Iruka leaned back against the tile wall and languidly stroked himself to hardness, his free hand moving slowly up his chest to toy with a nipple. Letting out a little gasp from the sensation, he arched his back, gripping his erection more firmly as his hand moved at its slow and steady pace.
After some time teasing himself, he felt himself getting close to orgasm. However, Iruka had come here for something more, so he decided to hold off and see if anyone would accept his wordless offer. He lay down on his stomach, not allowing himself to touch his length for the time being. Spreading his legs slightly, he reached back and stroked at his opening, finger still moderately slick with the residual lube from jacking off. He pressed the finger in just a little, wiggling it around to loosen the tight ring just at the entrance. The pressure was wonderful, and he couldn't help but push his hips against the bench beneath him, moaning softly in pleasure.
It was then that Iruka registered the presence of another person in the room. He heard the soft "pat pat" of their footfalls on the damp tile floor as they approached. He moved to turn over, but felt a warm hand on the small of his back, halting him. "Don't," the stranger instructed, his voice a deep, silky baritone. Iruka had trouble keeping himself from shuddering just at that one word. He resumed his position on the bench, understanding the man's wish for anonymity.
Another hand joined the one on Iruka's back, and they both made their way slowly up the expanse of skin to his shoulders, squeezing the taut muscles there. He felt the anonymous man straddle the back of his thighs, then felt the hands on his shoulders drag down to firmly grasp the round globes of his ass, kneading them wantonly.
Iruka groaned, his cock throbbing between his stomach and the wooden bench. He felt the stranger's weight shift, then gasped when he felt a hot mouth on his neck, sucking at first, then biting, the teeth raking over the junction of his neck and shoulder. He let out a moan, writhing under the other man.
There was a short chuckle from man above him, then Iruka felt a wet tongue at the nape of his neck. It trailed down slowly, between his shoulderblades, following the trench between the muscles in his back. Then, a short pause at the small of his back, and the stranger's weight shifted again as Iruka felt himself being hauled up on all fours by strong hands on his hips. Those hands gently caressed his ass before spreading the cheeks open, and then he felt a warm puff of air against his hole, making him whimper as a shudder ran down his spine.
The other man's tongue flicked out a few times, teasing Iruka's opening before finally swirling around the rim, making him moan loudly and push back against the delicious sensations. His own hands clutched at the edge of the towel as the stranger's tongue began to press against his entrance. With a sudden thrust, the tongue pushed in, wriggling and pulsing inside him. Iruka cried out from the intensity of it, and subsequently felt the vibration from the other man's responding moan, which almost made him cum right there.
He knew he wouldn't last much longer like this, and after all, he'd come here for a reason. He grabbed a condom and the lube bottle and held it behind him. "Fuck me," he nearly ordered.
The other man pulled away with what Iruka thought was a soft gasp. Then, wordlessly, the bottle and condom were pulled from his hand. He reached down to stroke himself, listening to the rip of the condom package, the pop of the lube bottle cap. Finally, he felt the stranger's hardness pressed against his opening, a hand braced on his hip.
There was a moment of hesitation from the man above him, so out of frustration and need, Iruka pushed back quickly, wincing slightly from the pain of a thick cock slipping past the tight ring muscle. The stranger's hand clenched on his hip and he heard the man stifle a moan before pushing in slowly to the hilt. Iruka's jaw clenched as he waited for himself to adjust to the feeling of fullness.
After a few moments, the other man began to move. The thrusts were small and teasing at first, but soon the two fell into a rhythm, Iruka rocking forward until just the tip of the slick hardness was inside him, the other man pulling him back until he could feel sharp hipbones dig into his ass. He reached back and grabbed a lean thigh, his breath quickening as he rolled his hips with the thrusts.
Their movements soon became faster, more urgent, and the anonymous man reached around him, pulling him up until his back made contact with a hard chest. The man shifted so that Iruka was straddling his thighs, almost sitting in his lap. Iruka lifted himself up and let himself come back down, letting out a sharp cry as the new angle allowed the dick inside him to brush against his prostate. He heard a deep groan from behind him, then the voice was muffled against his shoulder.
A hand wrapped tightly around his dripping cock as he began bouncing up and down on the stranger's lap. Their joined moans echoed off the walls along with the slapping of wet flesh. Every thrust brought Iruka closer to the edge, and when the other man began pumping him roughly, he shouted out a string of expletives as he coated the stroking hand and the bench underneath him with thick white cum. The man behind him thrust one last time, then yelled his release, his erection throbbing against Iruka's clenching insides.
They collapsed forward onto the bench, sweaty, panting, and utterly spent. There was a moment of discomfort as the other man's softening length slipped out of him, then he felt hot lips press to his ear. The man's deep voice spoke softly, sensually in his ear. "Maybe we can do this again sometime." Iruka shivered and decided he wouldn't be against that in the slightest, but the anonymity might become an issue. How would he know who to look for if they were to meet?
But right now, he was too tired to think about it. "I'd like that," he replied, leaving it to the other man to devise some means of meeting up. The stranger nipped his earlobe, then licked around the rim of his ear, and Iruka felt his cock stir, excited at the prospect of more.
There was a soft chuckle, then a moment of silence. "Allright, then. I know where to find you... Iruka-sensei."
Iruka's eyes shot open, and he turned to find the man gone. He jumped up, moving quickly to the doorway to look out into the hallway. He caught a fleeting glimpse of a leg disappearing into the locker room, and ran after, ignoring the slight pain in his rear end.
As he rounded the corner, he saw a flash, then a puff of white smoke where the man had been. But just before, he could've sworn he caught a glimpse of messy silver hair...
Theme: #1, Anonymity
Title: "The Bath House"
Author: ftm_boi
Warning: Yaoi like woah!
Dislaimer: I *totally* don't own Naruto... *sigh*
"The Bath House" was a place that few people in Konoha knew of, and even fewer frequented. The entrance was located in a shady looking back alley, permeated by the stench of weeks old trash and mostly empty liquor bottles. Umino Iruka found himself breathing through his mouth as he approached to keep from retching. He wore only tattered bluejeans and a gray hooded sweatshirt, the hood pulled up over his head to keep himself from being recognized. Just like every time he came here, a strange tingle of excitement and trepidation ran through him as he opened the door.
The grizzly looking middle-aged man at the counter took his money without a word, and he quickly moved on to the small locker room. There, Iruka stripped and placed his clothes mechanically in an empty locker. At first, he ignored the stack of towels on the way into the baths, but then stepped back and grabbed one, figuring he might need it to lay on since you couldn't be sure how clean the surfaces were here.
The steam inside the establishment was thick and heavy, making moisture bead out almost immediately on Iruka's tanned skin. His eyes narrowed as he scanned the area for anyone interesting, but it seemed rather empty tonight... Either that, or everyone was already "occupied". He was a little disappointed, but decided to find an empty room and enjoy himself for the time being.
Sure, there were baths there, but "The Bath House" was more a collection of rooms for anonymous fucking. As he walked down the hallway, Iruka peered discreetly into the rooms with open doors. The first few were taken up by sweating, writhing couples, the sight of which had Iruka's flaccid cock twitching up in anticipation. In the next room was a hulking man with entirely too much body hair, his face intense and red as he frantically pumped himself. Iruka kept walking.
Finally, he came upon an empty room. He walked in, but did not close the door behind him. It was an invitation of sorts. Each of the rooms had a small waterproof container in the corner that contained a large bottle of lube and a generous supply of condoms. Iruka grabbed the bottle and spread out his towel on the long sauna-style bench along the side of the room. As he sat down, he heard passionate, synchronous moaning and shouting from the hallway, his dick springing up, about half erect now.
Squeezing out a good amount of lube onto his hand, Iruka leaned back against the tile wall and languidly stroked himself to hardness, his free hand moving slowly up his chest to toy with a nipple. Letting out a little gasp from the sensation, he arched his back, gripping his erection more firmly as his hand moved at its slow and steady pace.
After some time teasing himself, he felt himself getting close to orgasm. However, Iruka had come here for something more, so he decided to hold off and see if anyone would accept his wordless offer. He lay down on his stomach, not allowing himself to touch his length for the time being. Spreading his legs slightly, he reached back and stroked at his opening, finger still moderately slick with the residual lube from jacking off. He pressed the finger in just a little, wiggling it around to loosen the tight ring just at the entrance. The pressure was wonderful, and he couldn't help but push his hips against the bench beneath him, moaning softly in pleasure.
It was then that Iruka registered the presence of another person in the room. He heard the soft "pat pat" of their footfalls on the damp tile floor as they approached. He moved to turn over, but felt a warm hand on the small of his back, halting him. "Don't," the stranger instructed, his voice a deep, silky baritone. Iruka had trouble keeping himself from shuddering just at that one word. He resumed his position on the bench, understanding the man's wish for anonymity.
Another hand joined the one on Iruka's back, and they both made their way slowly up the expanse of skin to his shoulders, squeezing the taut muscles there. He felt the anonymous man straddle the back of his thighs, then felt the hands on his shoulders drag down to firmly grasp the round globes of his ass, kneading them wantonly.
Iruka groaned, his cock throbbing between his stomach and the wooden bench. He felt the stranger's weight shift, then gasped when he felt a hot mouth on his neck, sucking at first, then biting, the teeth raking over the junction of his neck and shoulder. He let out a moan, writhing under the other man.
There was a short chuckle from man above him, then Iruka felt a wet tongue at the nape of his neck. It trailed down slowly, between his shoulderblades, following the trench between the muscles in his back. Then, a short pause at the small of his back, and the stranger's weight shifted again as Iruka felt himself being hauled up on all fours by strong hands on his hips. Those hands gently caressed his ass before spreading the cheeks open, and then he felt a warm puff of air against his hole, making him whimper as a shudder ran down his spine.
The other man's tongue flicked out a few times, teasing Iruka's opening before finally swirling around the rim, making him moan loudly and push back against the delicious sensations. His own hands clutched at the edge of the towel as the stranger's tongue began to press against his entrance. With a sudden thrust, the tongue pushed in, wriggling and pulsing inside him. Iruka cried out from the intensity of it, and subsequently felt the vibration from the other man's responding moan, which almost made him cum right there.
He knew he wouldn't last much longer like this, and after all, he'd come here for a reason. He grabbed a condom and the lube bottle and held it behind him. "Fuck me," he nearly ordered.
The other man pulled away with what Iruka thought was a soft gasp. Then, wordlessly, the bottle and condom were pulled from his hand. He reached down to stroke himself, listening to the rip of the condom package, the pop of the lube bottle cap. Finally, he felt the stranger's hardness pressed against his opening, a hand braced on his hip.
There was a moment of hesitation from the man above him, so out of frustration and need, Iruka pushed back quickly, wincing slightly from the pain of a thick cock slipping past the tight ring muscle. The stranger's hand clenched on his hip and he heard the man stifle a moan before pushing in slowly to the hilt. Iruka's jaw clenched as he waited for himself to adjust to the feeling of fullness.
After a few moments, the other man began to move. The thrusts were small and teasing at first, but soon the two fell into a rhythm, Iruka rocking forward until just the tip of the slick hardness was inside him, the other man pulling him back until he could feel sharp hipbones dig into his ass. He reached back and grabbed a lean thigh, his breath quickening as he rolled his hips with the thrusts.
Their movements soon became faster, more urgent, and the anonymous man reached around him, pulling him up until his back made contact with a hard chest. The man shifted so that Iruka was straddling his thighs, almost sitting in his lap. Iruka lifted himself up and let himself come back down, letting out a sharp cry as the new angle allowed the dick inside him to brush against his prostate. He heard a deep groan from behind him, then the voice was muffled against his shoulder.
A hand wrapped tightly around his dripping cock as he began bouncing up and down on the stranger's lap. Their joined moans echoed off the walls along with the slapping of wet flesh. Every thrust brought Iruka closer to the edge, and when the other man began pumping him roughly, he shouted out a string of expletives as he coated the stroking hand and the bench underneath him with thick white cum. The man behind him thrust one last time, then yelled his release, his erection throbbing against Iruka's clenching insides.
They collapsed forward onto the bench, sweaty, panting, and utterly spent. There was a moment of discomfort as the other man's softening length slipped out of him, then he felt hot lips press to his ear. The man's deep voice spoke softly, sensually in his ear. "Maybe we can do this again sometime." Iruka shivered and decided he wouldn't be against that in the slightest, but the anonymity might become an issue. How would he know who to look for if they were to meet?
But right now, he was too tired to think about it. "I'd like that," he replied, leaving it to the other man to devise some means of meeting up. The stranger nipped his earlobe, then licked around the rim of his ear, and Iruka felt his cock stir, excited at the prospect of more.
There was a soft chuckle, then a moment of silence. "Allright, then. I know where to find you... Iruka-sensei."
Iruka's eyes shot open, and he turned to find the man gone. He jumped up, moving quickly to the doorway to look out into the hallway. He caught a fleeting glimpse of a leg disappearing into the locker room, and ran after, ignoring the slight pain in his rear end.
As he rounded the corner, he saw a flash, then a puff of white smoke where the man had been. But just before, he could've sworn he caught a glimpse of messy silver hair...