Chapter Text
“Tenzou.”
The man simply grunts, punctuating it with a sharp thrust that has the man under him let his head fall back against the pillowed, a delicious moan escaping his red-bitten lips. With his silver hair spread around his head like a halo, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure at the repetitive jabs to that knot of nerves inside him, Kakashi looks every bit like an angel, if Tenzou ever believes them to exist.
Angel, heh, his lips curl as he leans forward, one hand on a pale knee pushing it to the older man’s shoulder as he fills him completely, while the other, stopping only briefly to tug at a perky nipple (absolutely relishing the cry he earns at that) before coming to his throat. Sure.
Kakashi cracks his eye open and their eyes meet, the wood user’s silent question answered by the tiniest of nods. Tenzou sees the tips of the other man’s ears turn red and a small smile tugs at his lips. Always so shy at asking, he thinks, good thing I can read you like an open book.
His fingers trace his Adam’s apple, feeling it move under his thumb as Kakashi gulps, his eye falling shut in anticipation, and then fingers wrap themselves around his throat; squeezing just enough to add some pressure. Not enough to deprive him of air. Not enough for him.
Tenzou lets go of the knee, guiding it around his waist instead and Kakashi has just enough sense to do the same with the other, ankles locking behind the brunette. Well that just has to change, ne? The hand at his throat tightens, while the other moves to hold his hips down as he jerks up, cock weeping against his abdomen.
“Like that, don’t you,” he says, “my dirty little slut.”
Kakashi clenches around him and he falters for a moment, lost in the dazed look of his senpai. He lets go, Kakashi taking lungfuls of air, his skin flushed a pretty pink. “Tenzou,” he breathes out, “Tenzou.”
“I know, I know.” The younger man says, pulling out until just the tip remained in, “I got you, ‘Kashi.”
Kakashi lets out a whimper at the loss, and the sound sets something off in Tenzou. He lets out something akin to a low growl in the back of his throat, before thrusting in, hitting a bundle of nerves that has Kakashi cry out. He sets an unrelenting pace, hitting that spot every time. His eyes catch the beginnings of a bruise on Kakashi’s neck as he turns his head to the side, the multi-colored hickeys littering the milky white of his skin and he latches his mouth onto the unmarked skin, sucking and biting and licking and marking.
Kakashi’s nails dig into his shoulders, and Tenzou leans back to observe his partner. His brow is twitching, and he’s clenching around him, the tell tales he’s close. Tenzou leans in to place a bruising kiss on his lips, nipping at his bottom lip. He lays kisses along the line of his jaw, sucking a hickey at the spot just below his ear.
“You can come just from this, can’t you,” It’s not really a question, “just from me filling you up, my hands around your pretty throat, lips marking you,” They din’t talk a lot during sex, but the words keep tumbling out of his mouth.
He feels a full body shudder from the older man, could be either at his warm breath on the shell of his ear, or the words, and Tenzou’s gonna take an educated guess at that.
“Come on,” He says, a stutter in his hips as he himself nears his edge. “Come for me, Kakashi.”
He does, back arching so he’s almost off the bed, mouth open in a silent scream as ropes of white streak their abdomens. Tenzou follows shortly, releasing inside Kakashi, sighing contently.
They soak in the post-orgasmic haze in silence. Tenzou pulls out a bit later, wincing at the over sensitivity, and turns his attention to the older man who’s looking at him, a stupid smile on his handsome features.
Tenzou almost wishes they could go back to the days they did this .. this thing with Kakashi having the mask on. Not saying that things were simple then (Oh, God, no, when is it ever simple, when Hatake Kakashi is concerned?)
But still. It could’ve avoided many, many complications. Because Kakashi was ridiculously beautiful. God.
Kakashi’s smiling at him, it doesn’t quite reach his eyes, the way it does when they’re doing anything other than fucking like bunnies, but still he is and so Tenzou smiles back.
He shifts so he’s lying on his side, slowly as to not wince, covers pulled upto his hips, eyes fluttering closed. There’s strands of silver hair on his forehead and Tenzou’s fingers itch to push them away from his face but he helds back. It’s not something they do.
“It’s late,” he says instead, cleaning himself up with tissues on the bedside table. “I should go.”
Stay, is what he wishes for, but what he gets is the expected and crushing, “Thank you, Tenzou.”
Thank you. His fingers dig into his thighs but then he takes a deep breath, fixing his composure. If Kakashi noticed the spike in his chakra, he doesn’t say anything. And he has to have, because Tenzou knows he’s not asleep.
All he does is, “Anytime, Kakashi-san,” before getting off the bed to get dressed, body cold and his heart feeling all too heavy in his chest.