Title: Sensations
Rating: nc-17
Pairing: kakanaru
Summary: uh...there's no plot, it's a kakanaru PWP...short and sweet^^

 

Prickly.

He ran his hands over Kakashi’s face in the darkness. He hadn’t shaved since the day before and the beginning of a beard made his face prickly, scratchy, rough. Only in the dark would he take his mask off; only when his hands were his source of sight.

Leaning forward, he rubbed their cheeks together.

“Naruto…” he whispered in his ear, so close. He could feel his breath brush over his skin like a warm breeze. The heat of his mouth closed over his earlobe, nibbling it gently.

Naruto tangled his fingers in his hair, pushing his head closer to his neck. His hair was so impossibly soft; a sharp contrast to his coarse facial hair. The fine silver hairs slipped around his fingers like water, spilling away.

Kakashi’s hands found their way under his shirt, sliding up his back. Covered in half-gloves, the leather stuck to his sweaty skin while his finger tips danced along his spine, sending shivers through his whole body. His tongue glided along his neck, outlining his jaw and thrusting into his waiting mouth to map out its terrain.

The cold night air pouring in from the window assaulted his exposed skin when Kakashi drew his pants down, down, down to his ankles; their warmth going with them. It was replaced though, with the man’s large hands rubbing up and down his thighs, massaging his muscles as his bristled face nuzzled his groin, tickling his most sensitive parts.

The heat of his mouth surrounded his head, sucking and pulling more and more of him inside its wetness. The wall he leaned against was unyielding to his head when he pushed back against it, the sensation overwhelming him. A burning heat and tension poured through his body as Kakashi’s lips moved over him, coaxing him closer and closer to his edge; calling him sweetly to his limit.

Snap. The ball building in his stomach exploded; shrapnel of pleasure bombarding him, ripping cries from his dry throat. The unrelenting mouth on his cock sucked mercilessly, selfishly collecting all the treasure it could get. A kiss on his seal marking a retreat, for now.

“Shit…” he breathed.

A soft chuckle sent vibrations across his stomach, making him shudder. Arms, strong and safe, wrapped around his waist, trapping him against that face; that prickly face.