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Obito has a goal tonight, so he goes somewhere upscale, a little fancier than usual. It turns out to be worth it when a gorgeous man slides into the seat next to him, holding a glass of water against his chest and flashing Obito a sweet smile.
He’s tall, but with a lean figure tightly fitted by a silky shirt. It dips down to show off his pale neck, free of impurities. He smells good, too. There’s no sleaziness oozing off of him though, only quiet interest in Obito, and so Obito doesn’t brush him off like he did to the last man that approached him.
After a few moments of looking each other over, the man clears his throat and ducks his head. “Hi.”
Obito laughs and the guy’s face flushes lightly. “Hey,” he says easily, slightly emboldened by how out of his depth the guy seems. He doesn’t really look like the type to frequent bars—exhibited by the fact he’s holding water and not any type of alcoholic drink—but he doesn’t really not look like it either. He has the kind of look Obito expects from a businessman or someone working in law, but his aura screams that he doesn’t know how to approach this.
That’s fine. Obito’s got it all planned out.
“You here alone?” Obito asks, though he already knows the answer. He must’ve just gotten here; he can’t imagine someone who looks like this would be left alone for long.
“Um, yeah.” The guy puts his glass down on the bar table. “I just got off work. I don’t usually come to these places, but...”
“I could tell,” Obito says, amusement obvious, and the guy flushes even further. Jesus, he gets red so easily; Obito hasn’t even said anything worthy of such a generous blush. “Don’t worry. It’s cute. What’s your name?”
“Kakashi.” The guy—Kakashi—holds out his hand. Obito blinks but takes it, slightly confused by the formality. Sure, it’s a classy bar, but Obito doesn’t usually shake hands with all the people he meets. Kakashi’s grip is firm, and Obito pushes just as much power back, gauging Kakashi’s reaction; he doesn’t seem to notice, or care. “And you?”
“Obito,” Obito replies. “Uchiha Obito.”
Kakashi tilts his head. It must be a habit. “Uchiha?”
“Yeah.” Obito grins. He knows his last name isn’t very common, and he’s quite proud of it. “You’ve met another Uchiha before? An ex, perhaps?” He jokes.
Kakashi covers his mouth when he laughs, eyes crinkling; completely disappearing into his smile. Obito feels like he’s been hit by a truck when he sees it, and he almost pinches the inside of his palm to shake himself out of his daze.
“Yeah, I have, actually, but not an ex,” Kakashi says. “A student.”
Obito raises an eyebrow in interest. “You’re a teacher?”
Kakashi nods with a small smile. “Probably funny considering what I’m here for.”
Obito mirrors Kakashi’s position. One arm on the table, one hanging off his side onto his lap. Kakashi follows his movements, seeming to know what Obito’s going to ask. Maybe it was an intentional slip of words. Maybe Kakashi’s more aware of how this works than he thought.
“What are you here for?” Obito takes the bait.
Kakashi shrugs, taking another sip of his water. “I’m not sure yet,” Kakashi says eventually. “Something fun, I hope.”
“Fun,” Obito echoes. “Well, I’d like to think I’m pretty fun.” He rests his cheek on his palm, still smiling. “Only when I’m around cute people, though.” Obito looks Kakashi in the eyes. For emphasis and all.
“Are you implying I’m cute?” Kakashi replies, faking shock, one hand on his chest. It’s silly; obviously this guy knows he’s cute. Gorgeous, beautiful, whatever. Even the way his silver hair shifts and falls over his eyes when he moves is perfect.
“Of course I am. I hope you own a mirror.” Kakashi covers one of his burning cheeks with his hand. “And I don’t think you would’ve approached me if you didn’t think I was too.”
“Well.” Kakashi coughs, eyes adverting to the table. “You’re right.”
Obito finishes off his vodka; there’s not a lot left. He’s been sitting here for way too long, pushing off irritating people, but he thinks he’s found the one.
“Should we go back to my place?” he says.
Kakashi blinks once, twice, before he finally manages, “Is it close?”
“Just around the block.”
Kakashi left his coat near the door, so they go to pick it up. It’s one of those fancy beige ones that frame the back and shoulders. He looks more like a model than a teacher, quite frankly. Kakashi is quiet, only really commenting on the scenery they pass. It’s fine if he is, because Obito isn’t taking him back to hear him talk. Even if he does have an unusually nice voice.
“This is me,” Obito says, stopping in front of his apartment building before leading Kakashi to fill into the elevator.
“It’s pretty nice,” Kakashi murmurs, looking at the marble front of the elevator and the clean mirrors. Obito knows what he really means, though: you must do something nice for a living.
“Yeah,” Obito agrees. “I’m pretty lucky.”
Kakashi passes him a polite smile, not prodding any further.
His apartment is on the fifth floor. Obito opens the door, takes off his coat and hangs it up, gesturing for Kakashi to follow.
“So,” he says helpfully.
Kakashi is close to the wall, facing him. His gaze drops to Obito’s hands, then back to his face, as if he isn’t sure where to focus.
“So,” Kakashi says back.
“...We going to fuck?” Obito asks bluntly, because he’s more than ready to jump Kakashi right now.
Kakashi laughs. He seems to laugh a lot, which is good, because Obito does too. Kakashi laughs every time he laughs and already the noise is pleasant and welcome to his ears. “Yeah,” he says softly. “Kind of figured that was the point here.”
“Phew,” Obito says, pushing Kakashi back against the wall—gently, by his middle, fisting the front of his shirt. He can feel Kakashi’s stomach cave underneath the pressure, likely unused to having someone touch him so freely there. The stomach is such a sensitive part of the body, in more ways than one; and from the shiver that goes down Kakashi’s spine, he can likely feel every movement. Good. “And here I thought you wanted to come back and play video games or something.”
Kakashi fits his hand over Obito’s jaw, pulling their faces together. “You’re funny,” he murmurs, and kisses him.
It starts off slow, but one swipe of Obito’s tongue over Kakashi’s leaves them both grabbing on for more. Obito fits his hands over Kakashi’s sides, tipping his head to meet every kiss half-way. Kakashi takes everything so well, pressing back incessentantly whenever Obito leans in.
When Obito pulls back for air, Kakashi’s lips are already plush and red. Obito presses his index finger down onto Kakashi’s swollen lower lip and Kakashi takes it into his mouth, eyes fluttering.
“The moment I saw you,” Kakashi gasps as Obito removes his finger, tangling his own into Obito’s shoulders. “I knew I had to—”
“Yeah,” Obito grins, leaning over to bite on Kakashi’s lower lip, where he pressed before. Kakashi moans deliciously, the noise muffled by Obito’s own mouth. “I know.”
Kakashi lets out a chuckle and Obito leans forward again to kiss him, deeper this time. Kakashi’s fingers dig against his shoulders, holding him close, matching every press of tongue that Obito gives him. He’s a good kisser, a little sloppier than Obito thought he’d be considering his kept-together appearance, but still good.
Obito can feel his cock stirring in his pants, Kakashi’s thigh brushing against his front every so often. Obito can be pretty patient, normally. But even he has his limits, and gorgeous men that let him shove them around are one of them. Kakashi whimpers when Obito pulls away, both their cocks pressing uncomfortably against the lines of their pants. Obito hikes Kakashi up by his thighs, pushing him up against the wall, and buries his face against Kakashi’s shoulder.
“Hey. Hey, babe,” Obito whispers against Kakashi’s neck. Kakashi tilts his head back to look at him, eyes already a bit hazy, and simply nods to confirm he’s listening. Obito’s lips never leave Kakashi’s skin as he speaks, “I gotta tell you something.”
Kakashi holds onto his shoulders to steady himself, nodding again. “Okay?” he says, more like a question, breathless and Obito bites over his adam’s apple.
Kakashi shivers. He’s been surprisingly pliant, though he can feel in Kakashi’s grip how strange he must feel. But good, too, in how he pants quietly, allowing Obito to do as he wants.
Obito may have really lucked out here.
“If we’re going to fuck, I’m going to fuck you,” Obito says simply. Kakashi pulls back to stare at him properly, clearly confused.
“Isn’t that what we’re going to do?” Kakashi answers slowly, but Obito can tell he’s comprehending the real meaning by how he bunches up Obito’s shirt in surprise.
“I mean,” Obito says, curling his arms around Kakashi’s waist. “I’m going to be the one inside you. Is that okay?”
“I—” Kakashi stutters. Obito wants to kiss him properly, but he desperately needs verbal confirmation that Kakashi is fine with this before he continues. “Inside me,” he echoes.
“Yeah. I need to know if that’s okay, before we continue. Else you can leave and we can act like this never happened.” The room is so quiet for a moment, other than the sounds of their breathing, that Obito can swear he can hear the cogs in Kakashi’s brain turn.
“No, I—” Kakashi almost jumps to grab onto Obito’s arm, and far too much excitement blossoms in his stomach. “That’s... okay. I’ve never done that before. But... I can try. You know what you’re doing, right?”
“Fuck,” Obito swears. He practically picks Kakashi up, tugging him onto the plush bed, messing up the sheets by pushing Kakashi down onto his back. Kakashi grips the mattress hard, arms over his head. “Yeah, I do. It’s going to be amazing, sweetheart. God, do you have any idea how beautiful you are? I swear I’ll give you the best fucking of your life.”
“Well, this is the first one ever for me, so. Not much competition there.”
Obito laughs, completely genuinely, feeling oddly warm for the cool winter chill that’s settled in the air this past month. “You’re funny,” Obito says. “Keep being so funny and I may try and keep you.”
This earns a pretty smile from Kakashi, and all of this is not good for Obito’s heart.
“Can I leave marks?” Obito asks, because he really, really wants to mark Kakashi’s pretty neck.
Kakashi bites his lip, then catches Obito’s. His fingers brush over Obito’s arms, unsure of whether to pull him closer or not; but his kiss is concentrated, his tongue swiping over Obito’s bottom lip with purpose. Obito moans and decides for him, shoving their chests together in the process, their bodies so tight together he can feel Kakashi’s erection flat against his thigh.
“Yeah,” Kakashi gasps. “Do it. I—I want it.”
Obito growls, deep in his throat, and licks over Kakashi’s throat, trying to find the perfect spot. Kakashi quivers in his grasp, but stays otherwise still. He’s so patient, Obito finds, even as Obito takes his time to find the point that really makes him gasp.
He does, right over his adam’s apple, fitting the skin in between his teeth and sucks. Kakashi gasps, over and over, the noises bubbling in his throat, unable to be contained as Obito levels his tongue against his skin.
And then he pulls back and licks over it again, surveying his work. It’s a bright, angry red; it’ll fade beautifully. He kisses it once more, then draws back up to Kakashi’s mouth, slick with a little bit of his own drool.
“You ever been marked like that before?” Obito slips both his hands underneath Kakashi’s shirt. The dip of his waist is just as beautiful as he imagined it’d feel.
“No,” Kakashi breathes quietly.
“You like it?”
Kakashi appears to contemplate it for a second, but it’s only for show. Kakashi’s eyes say a lot; every shift of his emotions is betrayed by the slightest change. Obito would know if he didn’t like it. Kakashi knows Obito would know.
“Yes,” he says, sounding somewhat ashamed.
Obito sighs, brushing Kakashi’s silver hair back from his cheeks, his temples. Sometimes this happens, especially with men who have never bottomed before. It can be annoying, but Kakashi isn’t being annoying about it; he’s clearly trying to repress any negative emotions. It’s sweet of him, but Obito doesn’t want that for him. Isn’t going to let him go into this feeling that way.
“It’s okay,” he says, rubbing his thumbs along Kakashi’s temples. “Just because it’s new doesn’t mean it isn’t okay. It felt good, right? That’s all that matters.” Obito pushes their lips together, breathing into his mouth, feeling Kakashi’s tongue tentatively slide along his.
“Okay,” Kakashi whispers back.
Obito shucks his own clothes off. He’s practically bursting to get out of them, with how hot he is. Kakashi watches him, eyes wide, taking in his form. He grins a bit cockily; he knows he fills out a little bit more than nicely.
“Seriously, don’t worry, sweetheart.” Obito pushes him down by his shoulder; not hard enough for him to not be able to fight back with ease, but Kakashi just lets him, falling onto his back. “I’ll make you feel good. I wouldn’t mishandle anyone, and certainly not someone as pretty as you.” He grabs one of Kakashi’s hands and kisses his fingers. Each one, like he’s a prince.
Kakashi laughs, eyes crinkling into little half-moons, and Obito’s heart flips inside his chest. Obito isn’t bad at sex—he thinks he’s pretty fucking good, actually, no pun intended—but he desperately wants to see Kakashi come undone tonight.
“You ever fuck a guy at least?” Obito asks. He pushes up Kakashi’s silk shirt, letting the fabric crinkle underneath his chin, leaving his chest on display. It’s just as toned as Obito expected; he’s definitely not what anyone would consider buff, but he’s nicely toned, with a flat stomach and little loose skin on his sides. Obito lays his palm over his stomach again, waiting for Kakashi’s reply.
Kakashi’s breathing comes out slowly as he watches Obito move. “No, um. Almost, once. But ultimately no.”
Obito crawls his fingers upwards, grazing over Kakashi’s nipples. They harden due to the chill air and he rubs the nubs underneath his thumbs, a little harshly. Kakashi’s back arches and he turns his face and gasps into his pillow.
“Didn’t work out?” Obito doesn’t really like talking during sex, but—he really likes the sound of Kakashi’s voice, and he can’t help it. He’s curious about what kind of person the beautiful guy underneath him is.
“Yeah, it didn’t go well, so I—wanted to give it another try,” Kakashi says in a rush. Obito presses harder onto his nipples and Kakashi cries out. “Please,” he whispers.
Obito’s cock sits hard already. It didn’t take much stimulation, just Kakashi rubbing up against him before and the soft noises he made against his ear. He looks and sounds even more beautiful like this, though. He doesn’t really have the time to sit on top of Kakashi and play around with him, as much as he wants to—he doesn’t want Kakashi to get too impatient.
“Sure, sweetheart.” Obito moves off of Kakashi’s legs in order to undo his belt, then his jeans and his boxers. His cock springs free from behind the waistband. It’s nice, not overwhelmingly long or thick. He can imagine someone who’s into that salivating at the thought of having it inside him, but Obito just wants to taste him on his tongue. So he dips down and covers the head of Kakashi’s cock with his mouth.
“Oh,” Kakashi gasps, not given even a moment of warning before Obito is licking up and down his shaft, getting him nice and wet. “Fuck, fuck—”
“Hmm,” Obito hums, rubbing Kakashi’s cock against his lip. “Don’t be shy, let me hear you.”
Kakashi holds onto Obito’s hair so tightly that he’s afraid he might rip it out. Obito opens his mouth, just has Kakashi’s cock sit there for a moment, and Kakashi covers either side of Obito’s face with his thighs, keeping him there.
“You have nice thighs,” Obito comments, pressing his tongue directly over the leaking tip of Kakashi’s cock.
“Um,” Kakashi says, not very coherent at all.
Obito shifts until Kakashi’s thighs drop back down onto his shoulders, and he releases Kakashi’s cock with a pop. Kakashi keens unhappily, driving his hips useless into the hot air.
“Let me grab the lube,” Obito says, tapping Kakashi’s legs to tell him to let go. It takes a few seconds for Kakashi’s brain to register the message. He must already be overloaded, poor thing.
This lube is unscented, just a clear, cool fluid that drips over Obito’s fingers. He rubs them together to create a nice texture and then returns to Kakashi, fitting his legs back around him.
“Obito,” Kakashi whispers, hand grazing over his mouth. He doesn’t say anything else.
Obito kisses his nose once, then his lips, then his jaw and the mark on his throat. His index finger finds Kakashi’s hole, so tight and clearly untouched, and he wonders what Kakashi must be feeling right now, aside from obvious overstimulation—whatever it is, Obito hopes to cloud it with pleasure soon.
“I got you, baby.” Kakashi is the one to seek his mouth this time, evidently to try and distract himself from the weird sensation of Obito’s finger prodding at his hole. “You’re okay.”
Obito pushes just one finger into him first. It’s all he needs to get Kakashi’s heart racing, so fast that Obito can feel it in the way his throat constricts and his head bobs. Their foreheads knock together as Kakashi looks down, observing Obito pushing in, right up to the knuckle.
Kakashi looks absolutely gorgeous. He feels even better. Obito strokes his ass with his other hand, smoothing out the muscles in his back (again), as his finger finds the soft bundle of nerves seated deep inside him. Kakashi goes limp immediately, lying on the bed and taking it, a whine slipping out from him.
“See?” Obito crooks his finger and digs in more roughly. Kakashi’s whole body tenses and his cock jumps. Obito shoves in another next, lube sliding down over Kakashi’s ass and thighs as he works his way into him. Once he knows Kakashi’s okay with the feeling, he doesn’t let up; just drives into him as fast as he can, spreading out his fingers as Kakashi shivers and clutches the mattress.
“I—Yeah,” Kakashi croaks. “It’s—it’s nice. It’s different, but it’s nice—oh, fuck, please, please, don’t stop—” he babbles out of nowhere, as if Obito could even think about it. He would be the meanest person in the world if he even tried.
“I’m not going anywhere. I told you not to worry,” Obito murmurs, keeping his voice low and soft as Kakashi’s sobs of please drown him out.
He gets four fingers into him before Kakashi really starts to break. He probably only really needs three, but Kakashi seems to like this so much—just rutting down on Obito’s fingers and crying out, almost delirious—that he almost doesn’t want to stop. If only he wasn’t achingly hard.
Obito pulls his fingers out, finally, and wipes the excess lube onto his own cock and then onto the sheets. Kakashi can’t seem to decide whether to look at him or the ceiling, his whole expression betraying how fucked up he is already.
“Fuck,” Obito curses, aligning his cock to Kakashi’s stretched hole. It flutters when Obito brushes the head over it, smearing his precum over Kakashi’s skin. Kakashi gasps sharply, fisting the sheets, all stretched out nice and pretty for Obito. “You’re a dream, you know? Like, I feel like I’m dreaming right now.”
“Well,” Kakashi bites out, peering out at him from behind his arms. His face is splotched with red, silver fringe falling over his wet eyes. “I feel like I’m dying, it’s so—please, just—Obito, come on, please,” he whimpers.
Obito laughs, perhaps a little too power-high right now. “Alright, alright,” he concedes. He grabs Kakashi’s legs and throws them over his shoulders, leaving him open for Obito to take. “I’m going to put it in, okay? You gonna stay nice and still for me?”
Kakashi covers his mouth with his hand and nods, watching as Obito starts to press in. Obito made sure to give him a nice view.
And, fuck—he’s tight, of course, since it’s his first time, but he’s clearly nervous as well, which makes it worse. Obito grits his teeth and holds down Kakashi’s quivering thighs, his hand grazing over Kakashi’s hard cock in the process.
“It’s okay,” Obito gasps as Kakashi clenches down. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You gotta relax. It felt good, right? This is going to feel even better.”
Kakashi shuts his eyes, sighing, and rolls his shoulders. Obito feels bad for him; there’s no way he can’t. He definitely didn’t expect to do this tonight, but Christ—Obito manages to push in more, still holding the base to keep himself aligned properly, and Kakashi gasps so sharply that Obito’s afraid he hurt himself until it turns into a pleasured whine.
Like a dream, he said, but he was wrong. He’s not sure this would even happen in his dreams. He’s never had a dream this good before.
“There we go,” Obito says sweetly. Kakashi won’t stop shivering, even as he loosens up more. “You feel—so fucking good, baby. So pretty, too. Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Kakashi seems to take the compliment well, his breathing coming out faster, and Obito smiles even if Kakashi can’t see him.
Once he’s finally, finally inside, he lets go and bends over to nose against Kakashi’s neck. “How do you feel?” Obito asks, staying still inside him. He rubs Kakashi’s waist, over his chest, his stomach.
Kakashi turns his face to look at Obito. His arms hang uselessly on either side, one holding the pillow and the other just playing with the sheets. His eyes are glazed over with tears, but Obito can tell from his expression that it’s not a bad thing. Not even close.
“Weird,” Kakashi says, dazed. “It’s, um—it’s okay. You can—go, now, I think.”
Obito bites at his jaw, once, twice, until Kakashi gasps. There’s no reason for it; he just loves hearing that noise, the choked-off moans that Kakashi gives him.
“Alright, sweetheart,” Obito says. “Hang onto me if you need to.”
Going back to holding onto Kakashi’s hips, he pulls out until just the tip of his cock is inside him. He goes slow, mostly so he doesn’t scare him; he’s sure Kakashi could take it faster, but the lazy way he’s watching Obito’s every move tells him that he’s not entirely in the moment right now. Kakashi’s walls flex around him and Obito bites down onto his lip, flexing every muscle in his body to control himself.
“I’ll take care of you,” Obito says and presses back in, just as slowly. Kakashi’s hips roll, as if to meet him halfway, and Obito’s not even sure if Kakashi hears him. “Don’t worry,” he sighs, endeared by how Kakashi just stares back at him, trusting him so wholly.
Obito reaches out and places his palm over Kakashi’s forehead. Kakashi licks his lips as Obito’s fingers trail upwards, into his hair, holding his head onto the pillow, the center of his neck pointed upwards. The mark Obito left is fading into a deep red nicely. Obito shoves forward again, a little more harshly this time, thinking about how his marks will stay on Kakashi’s pale skin. For a few days, at least.
Moans fall out from Kakashi’s lips, in tune with all of Obito’s thrusts. Soft and shallow, but Kakashi keeps trembling, keeps tugging at the sheets restlessly. Obito’s stomach curls in on itself; he’s almost nauseous with how good it feels. Inside Kakashi, over him, holding him down and watching his eyes flutter open, shut, open, shut.
“You’re drooling,” Obito observes. Kakashi shakes back into reality and licks his lips. “I didn’t take you to be so messy.”
Kakashi squirms, but Obito still has a strong grip on his middle, keeping him down. He looks like he wants to do something—not turn them around, but make Obito go faster, perhaps. It’s too bad Obito’s in control here, and he’s decided to take things slowly.
“You gonna answer me? Stop moving,” Obito says, lightly slapping Kakashi’s thigh. Kakashi stops immediately, thighs going lax, wide open. Obito cups his cheek as he leans over and pins him down with his whole body. Their faces are so close; their noses brush, and Obito laps up some of that drool he spoke about. “You like this, huh?”
“I’m—not,” Kakashi answers, each word coming out harshly. He grapples at Obito’s shoulders, as if unsteady, even though he’s trapped underneath Obito. The slide of Obito’s cock in and out of Kakashi’s body gets easier and easier, and he can feel the exact moment the tip of his cock hits the deepest part of him; Kakashi chokes every time, throat bobbing to try and cover the sound.
“You’re not what? Not gonna answer me?” Obito intones. He’s just teasing at this point. There’s some kind of rush of chemicals in his brain right now, telling him to keep going—Obito’s eyes are sharp, and the sight of this gorgeous man trembling in pleasure beneath him is clouding his mind.
And it’s him, somehow. Him, fucking into this beautiful man that’s doing it. Obito’s lips brush at Kakashi’s soft skin, right below his collar, a rare place he hasn’t bitten at yet. He’s afraid he’s testing his luck too much, but Kakashi just holds him there, sobbing his name.
“Not what?” Obito repeats, biting down and then pausing his thrusts, still seated deep inside Kakashi. He gathers some lube and drags it along Kakashi’s thighs, around his hole, over his thickened balls, just to watch him whimper.
“I’m,” Kakashi gasps. “I’m not... messy.”
Obito tilts his head. Kakashi can’t even keep their gazes aligned for more than a second before he’s looking away; at Obito’s chest, their connected bodies, the sheets, anywhere but Obito’s face. Obito coos, kissing all over his cheek.
“It’s alright,” Obito says softly. “It’s alright to be messy. It’s alright to feel good.” He pulls out then works back into him, balls slapping against Kakashi’s ass, Kakashi’s thighs tightly around his hips.
Kakashi is totally blissed out; Obito can tell. He drops his hand from Kakashi’s hair and smiles, kissing him right on the lips, closed-mouthed. Kakashi follows him with his own, mouth wide open, his tongue hanging out, just waiting for whatever Obito will give him next.
“I got you,” Obito says. He holds Kakashi on his lap and fucks him as hard as he knows Kakashi can take it, until the bed is rattling and Kakashi is muffling screams into Obito’s shoulder. He bites down every so often, probably unintentionally, trying to stop himself. Obito runs his hand down Kakashi’s spine, smoothing out his tightened muscles, and lets him cling to him.
“You take it so well,” Obito murmurs against his ear. The thrumming adrenaline is making his thrusts sloppy, and he knows he can’t last much longer. But he’s determined to make Kakashi cum first, at least; he wants to feel him tighten up around him, wants to see the face he makes from cumming with Obito still inside him. “Better than anyone I’ve been with.”
“It feels—” Kakashi says, and that’s all he can say, apparently. His hips roll, shoving himself back onto Obito’s cock, not seeming to care to hold back anymore. Obito certainly doesn’t care. His cock rubs against Obito’s stomach, giving him enough friction to make him continually shudder. “Oh my god,” he whispers, voice low.
Obito splays his hand over Kakashi’s chest and kisses him again. This time for real, giving Kakashi what he wants; Kakashi mostly just cries against him, Obito’s cock pressing relentlessly against his prostate, forcing him into overstimulation.
“Obito, Obito—Fuck, fuck, I—”
He cums all over their stomachs, the head of his cock pressed right against Obito’s skin; he cums so hard Obito can feel the ripple of it in his muscles, inside him, and he holds Kakashi as tight as he can as he spills into him. Kakashi moans unfalteringly against his ear as he licks over the mark he made earlier, pleasure edging at him until he can’t contain it anymore.
Kakashi falls back, neither of them able to support him any longer. They stare at each other for a few seconds, panting and trying to catch their breaths, before Kakashi just sighs and closes his eyes.
Obito looks down and sees the mess of lube and cum they’ve made. It’s a lot, more of a mess than usual, and his arms ache as he tries to tug the sheet out from underneath Kakashi. He gets the message quickly and sits up, helping Obito shuck it onto the floor beside the bed.
Finally, he lies down beside him. Fuck. He might’ve almost died there. It certainly felt like it.
The air clears as Kakashi’s mind does. Obito grabs him by his middle and tugs him closer, nosing at his neck so he can smell his nice scent again. He might be a little addicted to it. Might be a little addicted to all of this now.
“Holy shit,” Kakashi breathes out eventually.
Obito touches Kakashi’s belly, weirdly delighted to feel his cum drying there, a physical reminder of just how much pleasure Kakashi was in.
“Good?” Obito asks.
Kakashi giggles sheepishly, still a bit out of it. Obito runs his hands all over Kakashi’s cheeks, fascinated by how soft they are when he smiles.
“Yeah,” Kakashi says hoarsely. “It was good.”
“Mm.” Obito presses his own cheek to their shared pillow, mirroring Kakashi’s position. “Good,” he says, and that’s final.
Kakashi sighs again, full-body this time, and goes lax underneath his touch. He looks like he’s asleep, and Obito lets him. He’s feeling rather tired himself, and sometimes at this point he would just fall asleep. But it was Kakashi’s first time doing this, and he deserves for Obito to clean him up, at least.
“I’ll be right back.” Obito reluctantly detangles himself from Kakashi, who makes a disappointed noise at the loss. “I’m just going to get a wet towel.”
“’Kay,” Kakashi says.
Obito cleans himself off first, as quickly as possible, because he wants to get back to Kakashi. Every second feels precious. He wets another towel after and brings it out.
“Roll over, sweetheart,” Obito says gently. Kakashi does so, back facing upwards, and Obito wipes him down. It’s nothing compared to a proper shower, but it gets most of the gross stuff off of him. “There we go.” He pats Kakashi’s ass.
“I’m gonna nap,” Kakashi says, not even reacting. Obito chuckles.
“Alright. I’ll go put this back and then, uh.” He pauses, waiting to see if Kakashi reacts. Which is ridiculous, because—this is Obito’s apartment. He’s not going to get kicked out of his own place. Kakashi doesn’t protest, already falling back asleep. “I’ll join you. Be right back again.”
He deposits the towel into the bin in the bathroom. He stares at himself in the mirror, looking at the teeth-shaped bite marks on his shoulder. Those’ll fade nicely, though not nearly as darkly as the one he gave Kakashi. He presses down on them to make them a bit redder, then goes back to the man sleeping in his bed.
There’s only one thin sheet covering them now, but the room is already hot enough that they didn’t need the thicker ones anyways. Kakashi turns towards him when he slips in beside him, his hands balled in front of his chest.
Obito shuts his eyes and drifts off, focusing on the scent of lavender and pleasant satisfaction that fills his mind.
A while later—they only end up napping for an hour before Kakashi rolls over and complains about the dried cum still in his ass—once they’ve both washed up properly and subsequently returned to planet Earth, Obito rolls over and plants a big wet kiss on Kakashi’s cheek. It’s barely 6AM.
“That’s a little gross,” Kakashi says, and Obito feels a freakishly large sense of pride at that.
“It’s my way of showing thanks. You know, for giving me the greatest fuck of my life. You should give me one too,” he jokes, though mostly he just wanted to cop another kiss from him.
“Hmm,” Kakashi hums, pretending to think. “I guess you deserve it. Come here.” He pulls Obito on top of him—willingly, his brain supplies helpfully. “You’re so handsome,” Kakashi murmurs.
Obito grins widely, and—he’s sure he’s going to regret this later, but. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re literally perfect? Fuck, Kakashi, I know we met like five hours ago and most of it has been spent moaning, but I—Let me take you out on a date. Please.”
Kakashi’s eyes widen almost comically. Obito wonders if it’s from the overwhelming compliment or the date thing. Probably the latter. Because let’s be real; this guy likely gets told every other day that he’s perfect.
But he laughs like he doesn’t, suddenly all shy again, and hides his face behind his hands.
“You barely even know me,” Kakashi says.
“I know that you’re physically perfect, so that’s already a huge plus.” Obito kisses one of his ears, still just as flushed as before. He hopes they aren’t always like that, because that would be too much for Obito to handle. “And apparently we’re sexually compatible. And you’re funny. And you bought me my drink, so you must be nice, even though I fully intend to pay for you in the future.”
Kakashi squirms, giggling as Obito continues to press kisses to his face. “Really?”
“Do I really intend to pay for you? Yeah.” Kakashi gives him an unimpressed look, but he still looks so cute that Obito just sighs. “Of course. I want to try. Maybe it won’t work out, but I—I think it will. I just have a feeling. Please say yes?”
Kakashi sighs dramatically, but his smile gives him away, and Obito peppers even more kisses across his face, until he’s gasping for breath from giggling so much.
“Okay, yes—please, I’m so tired,” Kakashi gasps out. Obito finally releases him, so completely satisfied. “I’m going to be so sore tomorrow.”
“Mm. Do you work on Saturdays?” Obito never thought he would care about a one night stand enough to ask about work, but, well. Here he is.
“No,” Kakashi answers. “Why? I don’t think I can do it again later. I’m getting old.”
“What? You’re probably younger than me. Don’t inadvertently call me old.” Obito lightly slaps his thigh, to which Kakashi whines and groans at the same time. “I’ll bring you breakfast in bed, then.”
Kakashi’s eyebrows practically raise into his hair. “Seriously?”
Obito pauses. “I’ll order some food and bring it to you in bed from the door. So, yeah.”
Kakashi’s eyes crinkle when he smiles brightly. Obito’s feeling exhausted himself as well—but he can’t resist kissing him. Just once more, to make sure that smile is embedded onto his lips.
“I look forward to it,” Kakashi says quietly, enjoying the kiss.
“You should,” Obito sniffs. He holds onto Kakashi’s waist, burying his face against his hair, breathing in the sweet smell of his shampoo and the faint scent of sex clinging to his skin. “What’s your last name, by the way? You know mine, obviously.”
“Hatake,” Kakashi answers.
“Hatake Kakashi,” Obito hums. He tightens his grip around Kakashi, thinking hard. It sounds so familiar. Hatake Kakashi. “Does the student you mentioned happen to be Uchiha Sasuke?”
Kakashi’s eyes widen for a second before he bites the inside of his cheeks to stop himself from smiling and Obito gapes at him.
“No way,” Obito says out loud.
“Yeah. Small world, huh?” Kakashi stretches out, unable to contain his grin, and Obito laughs at how absurd this is. “Don’t tell me he’s your brother.”
“Nah, a distant cousin. But we’re pretty close.” Obito shakes his head in disbelief. “So you really are a teacher, huh?” His fingers slip under Kakashi’s pajama shirt, over his ribs, quietly fascinated by how smooth his skin is. “When I first laid my eyes on you I thought you were a model or something.”
Kakashi perks up, shivering underneath Obito’s touch. “I thought you were a model. I wasn’t sure. I don’t really watch TV.”
“Me?” Obito scoffs. “You’re really good at flattery. God, you really are perfect.”
Kakashi puffs out his cheeks and rolls on top of him. The weight feels nice when they’re just playing around; Obito doesn’t want to go again, and clearly neither does Kakashi. But it’s nice. Just fooling around like this. He’s never had someone want to just talk after sex; then again, he’s never put the effort into carrying such a lengthy conversation.
“I don’t know,” Kakashi says quietly. “I don’t really think of myself as ‘perfect’. But you definitely are. And I’m not just saying that to be nice.”
Obito looks up at him, then plants his hands firmly on Kakashi’s ass and smiles brightly. “Okay,” he says happily. “Then we’re both perfect. That’s a great first step for our relationship. Step one, agree that the other is attractive.”
Kakashi rolls his eyes and shakes his ass until Obito lets go. “I’m sore,” he grumbles. “And I hope I’ve already made it clear enough that I think you’re—attractive. You know. I wouldn’t have done any of this if I hadn’t.”
“Yeah. I figured.” Obito settles his hands onto Kakashi’s thighs instead. “Someone as attractive as you must have high standards.”
“Mm,” Kakashi lies back down, flopped over him like a koala. He doesn’t say anything past that, and Obito has no idea if that’s confirmation or not. Either way, he’s feeling pretty good right now.
He nudges Kakashi until he’s only half-on him, then holds him again. With the conversation apparently exhausted, his eyes are starting to droop again, and he presses his lips to Kakashi’s forehead as he prepares to fall asleep.
“This was nice,” he whispers, not even sure if Kakashi is still conscious.
Kakashi opens one eye, blinks a few times, then presses a quick kiss to Obito’s jaw.
“Yeah,” Kakashi agrees. “Um. Thanks.”
“Don’t thank me,” Obito says softly, and leaves it at that. Kakashi nods and tucks his arms underneath Obito’s.
He normally doesn’t like to face people when sleeping either, but he’s made so many exceptions and firsts for Kakashi today—this seems like a rather minor one.
Kakashi’s breathing evens out soon enough, his lips parted and his long lashes pressed to his cheeks. Obito is barely awake, but he feels like he has to watch him for a few moments. Just a few more. Perhaps it’s because he’s too much of a romantic, but—if this works out, long-term, he wants to be able to remember this vividly. There’s no harm in it.
It’s not long before he starts to drift off, too.