FIC: Date with a Serpent Pt2 (Serpent)
Title: Date with a Serpent Pt2
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Genma/Iruka, Raido
Genre: Extended PWP, another excuse for pron
Rating: NC17; Pt2 - is there such a thing as NC30?
Warnings: PWP, smex, language
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto. Masashi Kishimoto does, along with whatever other people/entities are along for the ride.
Summary: Iruka has his third date with the Serpent. Yeah, you know what's gonna happen. Pt2 - It's happening. Well, after Genma goes a little, uh, deviant.
Genma released Iruka's wrist, a hint of something dark and dangerous and definitely sexy in his eyes. "Strip."
"What?" Iruka asked, already a little breathless at the sudden change in Genma's eyes.
"Your pants. Take them off."
"Here?"
Genma smiled. "Okay, leave them on. But then, I want you to crawl on your hands and knees into the bedroom."
Iruka shuddered, shaking his head. "I don't think so," he choked out.
Genma stepped forward, lips close but not touching Iruka's ear. "You can either crawl into the bedroom clothed, or you can walk there naked." His voice was low, sensual, with none of the earlier playfulness.
"Do you have some kind of mental disorder?" Iruka gasped.
"I said I wouldn't mind wooing you a little. I did. It's done. Now, it's time to fuck."
Iruka shuddered again, trying not to gape like an idiot. His heart was racing frantically and they hadn't even moved yet. So, crawl or strip? Well, no way was he crawling. Blushing furiously, Iruka undid the top button of his pants.
"Slowly," Genma whispered, eyes bright.
Iruka gulped and nodded, feeling just a little light-headed. His hands worked the rest of the buttons slowly. He closed his eyes when he slid the pants down, goosebumps prickling his skin. He bent over to slide the pants down his calves, stepping out of them and looking at Genma with a question in his eyes.
"Just leave them there." Genma's voice was low and thick. "Now, walk."
Iruka nodded, breathing deeply, remembering to move slowly. He could do this, it was just walking.
Iruka walked the few steps to the bedroom, looking over his shoulder just before he entered. Genma was watching him, eyes wide and lips parted. Iruka smiled because he couldn't think of what else to do. If anything, it was comforting to fall back on something so mundane. He walked the rest of the way, across the bedroom. He stopped by the edge of the bed, but Genma didn't say anything. He had just followed Iruka. Iruka sat down on the bed, lifting his legs and scooting to the middle. He lay back on his elbows, watching as Genma leaned against the dresser. The light on the other side of the room was still on and it cast curious shadows around the half-drawn curtain.
"Lie down," Genma whispered, so Iruka did, angling his body slightly so he could see Genma's face.
Genma was panting, his hands gripping the dresser tightly.
"Now what?" Iruka asked, his voice a little steadier now.
"Do you remember what you said that night in the alley? How you weren't going to shower so you could relive the moment?"
Iruka blushed and groaned, nodding. Trust Genma to remember that.
"Did you?"
Biting his lip, Iruka brought a hand up to hide his eyes. "Not on purpose. But, yes," he answered after a long pause, his voice the merest hint of a whisper.
"Show me."
Iruka cringed, gasping at the intensity of Genma's voice. He almost refused, reflexively. That was private, personal, and Genma had no right to ask. But his mind fluttered to what they'd done earlier, and what they were most likely going to do later, and when he thought about it that way it didn't seem that this was any different. "Okay," he answered, and his voice didn't waver.
Slowly, he replayed the movements he'd used that morning in the shower, hands brushing against his body, just like he'd done a thousand times before. Then Genma began to talk, asking him to touch his hair, suck his fingers, and Iruka did it because it felt good and he could see how Genma would tense each time he complied.
"Did you think about me?"
"Of course," Iruka chuckled. "That was kind of the point." He was still blushing, amazed that he was doing something so perverted in front of someone else, but it was no less perverted than what they'd done in the forest. Or the alley.
"Tell me."
So Iruka told him, haltingly, his voice shaking. Such a private thing, a fantasy, but the object was right there, hanging onto the dresser like a drowning man. So Iruka talked and stroked himself, answering all of Genma's questions, and he found the very act of talking was almost more arousing than the physical movement.
He felt his eyelids fluttering and he looked at Genma again, and suddenly he couldn't talk anymore. He could only give in to his body, to the now, so he closed his eyes and threw back his head, hand moving furiously. "Genma...ah...just like that. So...good. Fuck. Yes!" The last bit was a quiet shout as he arched and came, a quivering 'heen' sound deep in his throat escaping his clenched jaw as wet heat hit his stomach, leaving him gasping for breath.
The room was quiet save for Iruka's shuddering gasps, and quieter but still audible pants coming from Genma. Iruka opened his eyes, lids still heavy, and saw Genma's face full of such raw passion he nearly whimpered.
"Fuck," Genma whispered. "Fuck! Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are?" Genma's voice was louder now, throaty and raw. "I fucking nearly came just from watching you!"
"Genma, as nice as that was, I would much rather have you over here," Iruka said, giggling. That's it, my nerves are shot, he decided, because I'm giggling and I'm not drunk.
Genma shook his head, in amazement or disbelief, and he dropped his robe and climbed onto the bed, lying on his side next to Iruka. "I can't belive it," Genma said, his voice still shaking, coming up on one elbow to trace Iruka's jaw gently. "You did everything. I kept thinking you were going to say 'no', but you didn't."
"Was I supposed to say no?" Iruka asked, confused.
"Fuck, I don't know. No, I guess. I mean, I wanted you to. I hoped you would."
Iruka pulled Genma's hands to his lips, kissing and sucking each finger gently.
"So hot. So incredibly unbelievably hot," Genma moaned against Iruka's ear.
He pushed down on top of Iruka, kissing him fiercely, hands stroking, scratching, at Iruka's arms and chest. He lay back on the bed then, hand toying with Iruka's hair. They stayed that way for a while, touching or kissing lightly.
"I did what you wanted," Iruka said finally, shy suddenly because of what he was about to say.
Genma made a strangled 'hmmm' and nodded.
"When are you going to do what I wanted?"
"And what was that?" Genma asked, smiling.
Iruka rolled over and kissed him, hard. "I think I told you already. In great detail. With visual aids," he whispered, his heart racing once again. He watched Genma's face, laughing as shock warred with lust until an unfamiliar tinge of color settled over the skin.
Genma put his hands to his cheeks. "You just made me blush," he whispered, shaking his head. "What the hell! Iruka!"
Iruka laughed, shrugging. "Sorry?"
"Nuh-uh, too late for sorry," Genma warned, his eyes glittering.
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The mood changed again to one of raw, primal need. Genma found the lube, telling Iruka tersely, "Roll onto your side."
He slid his body behind Iruka's, pushing one of Iruka's legs forward.
"Relax."
So Iruka concentrated on staying relaxed as Genma's finger pushed in again, and it was easier this time if only because Iruka had done this before. It was no longer unknown. Genma didn't say much, but he let Iruka know what he was doing, his breath warm and wet on Iruka's back. Iruka took Genma's other hand, the one under his neck, and brought it to his lips, nibbling the pads lightly.
"Just keep doing that," Genma warned, his voice catching. "Soon you won't be able to even move."
He pressed another finger in, moving, searching and stretching. Iruka gasped when he felt a sudden spark and he shoved his hips back.
"Found it," Genma announced with a low chuckle.
Another finger, and this time Iruka found it harder to relax, harder to breathe even, but Genma kept moving, kept sending those sparks through Iruka's body. Not every time, but often enough that Iruka felt his cock twitching again, felt the prickle of arousal under his skin.
"Hands and knees," Genma whispered against Iruka's ear and Iruka's skin prickled again, the fingers never stopping their slow, deliberate pulse until Iruka was rocking back, arching, wondering 'when, when, when?'.
Then the fingers were gone and the mattress shifted and he felt something hard and hot press against him, felt Genma's hand on his back.
"Relax," Genma croaked in a voice that was anything but.
So Iruka tried, tried to forget about the first time he'd done this, the other boy as clueless as he had been. Stay in the moment. Relax.
Genma pushed in slowly, stopping after each small push, waiting. Iruka could feel Genma's body quivering from the strain so he took deep breaths, relaxing into the intense stretch. It almost hurt, he decided, right on that edge, and maybe, if he hadn't been injured recently it would have hurt. But it was nothing compared to the pain in his hand or his arm that day, so he could relax, and Genma felt it, pushing in more and more until skin hit skin.
Genma stopped then, waiting, catching his breath while Iruka relaxed and breathed through it.
"Ready?"
Iruka took another deep breath and nodded. Genma pulled out slightly and pushed back in, still testing, while Iruka took deep breaths and counted thrusts to give his mind something else to do. Each time Genma pulled out a little more and pushed in a little harder until he'd set his rhythm. Iruka counted to 15, 16, 17 and he felt something in his body shift, and suddenly it wasn't so difficult to relax. Instead, he wanted more and the very idea of it surprised him. "Oh!"
"About time," Genma responded, changing the intensity, holding Iruka's hips tightly as he sped up. The sparks were back and Iruka shuddered, pushing against Genma, panting raggedly now. Genma grunted as he slammed against Iruka and Iruka cried out each time the sparks trampled his spine. He could hear Genma talking but there was such a roar in his ears he couldn't make out the words, and there was a hand on his cock, where did that come from? Just don't stop, he thought.
"Don't stop!" he begged, hands digging into the mattress to give him the leverage to push back, and Genma didn't stop, didn't stop, didn't stop. The sparks grew fingers, electric hands gripping his spine until his neck ached. He could see the room, feel the bed moving but then the sparks hit his eyes and he arched again. He could hear Genma saying his name, and it was Genma doing this, sending these sparks. He tried to speak, but it came out a shrill 'Aaahhh!' instead, and he felt a shudder deep inside him, a sudden rush of heat.
Then something snapped, deep inside. Iruka felt his eyes roll back and his toes curl, and Genma was still moving, but slower and Iruka arched again, shaking his head violently, trying to clear the sparks from his mind. "Genma," he whispered desperately, but the sparks came again, a flood, a rockslide, and Iruka was caught up in it. He couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't move. He could feel, just feel. "Genma," he said again, but he couldn't hear it over his hearbeat.
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Iruka collapsed to the bed, his arms giving out finally. He felt Genma fall on top of him and cried out because the man was still inside of him, each movement still sending shocks rippling up his back and down his legs. He could feel Genma's heartbeat against his chest, nearly as loud as his own. Each ragged pant against his back prickled his skin and he tried not to shudder. "Too sensitive," he whispered tightly and he felt hair brushing against his back, Genma nodding, and he bit back another cry because the hair felt prickly now.
Genma pushed up, gritting his teeth as he pulled out and Iruka tightened again, a muffled 'ah' against the mattress. Rolling over, Genma lay on his back, watching Iruka trying to come down. He twined his hand with Iruka's, wanting the contact, but anything more than a hand was too much.
Their breathing slowed, at last, and Iruka could finally turn his head to the side and see Genma lying there, watching him. "Good," he whispered at last, his throat scratchy, and he smiled and squeezed Genma's hand.
Genma nodded back, a weak chuckle and a wavering voice. "Good," he agreed.
"I heard you," Iruka said. "Heard you talking, but I couldn't hear. There was too much whoosh in my ears."
"Whoosh, huh? Don't worry, it wasn't anything important."
Iruka swallowed again. "I said 'Genma'," he whispered. "I don't know if you could hear me. I couldn't."
"The whoosh again?" Genma said gently, biting down a laugh as Iruka nodded. "I heard you just fine." One day he might tell the man just how loud he'd been.
The intensity of it had shaken Genma, and if Iruka had felt the same it was no wonder he suffered such a sensory overload.
Genma wanted to say more, so much more, but blackness was closing in and Iruka was already half-asleep. He squeezed Iruka's hand back. "More than good," he whispered.
"Hmmm."
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Read on to Part 3
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