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The world stirred like someone had broken the surface of foam with a straw in a drink and now swirled it around.
Obito stared at it almost nauseously, but held his gut.
The stirring eased, and he felt a warmth around him like he had lowered into a bath. The swirl embraced him. Someone sighed into his ear softly, and Obito felt the hair on the back of his neck rise. The warmth around him travelled down his sides to his hips. Then it settled into his crotch, warm and persistent. He felt a tender press of someone’s body against his torso, and another sigh tickled his neck. It was intimate and exciting, but he couldn’t tell who it was.
Obito’s left eye throbbed with pain, and he blinked a few times, grimacing. This wasn’t an ordinary dream, nor a nightmare. Something was off. The throbbing changed direction, moving down from his neck to the pits of his stomach and melting into the warmth in his groin. Oh, he finally thought, relieved.
He just had an erection. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Now, he figured that he was still asleep and having something that Minato-sensei had once explained to him to be a ‘wet dream’, a normal phenomenon in teenage years. It wasn’t particularly wet, though, and Obito wondered if he had misunderstood, an idiot as he was. The warmth felt like something had been spilled on him, but that wasn’t it. Obito exhaled, knowing he was still dreaming. When he inhaled, a familiar smell made his head spin.
Since Obito had started to share a house with Kakashi about six months ago, he had become accustomed to scents that he could associate with Kakashi. The smell of green tea, of a particular incense, of the fabric softener he used. His deodorant, the brand of shoyu he preferred. The soap he used.
Obito had accidentally used it in the bath last night and caught only later that it wasn’t his own. He had raised his wrist on his nose and sniffed. Sandalwood and sea salt.
Kakashi’s skin would smell like that, was the helpful thought that had crossed his mind instantly. Obito had to pretend he hadn’t thought about it and had headed to bed.
Now, in the dream, the scent was all over him.
The warmth intensified, and there was another sigh in his ear. Obito realized, too late, what it all meant.
In the dream, flush against him, was Kakashi. His skin was smooth and soft, his warm body moving in a slow rhythm against Obito’s. Obito let out a choked sound at the back of his throat. He wrapped his arms around Kakashi’s body like in an instinct, and pushed his burning hips up with a jolt. Kakashi let out a sound that Obito had never heard from him before.
A moan.
Obito still had trouble figuring out how exactly they were positioned – or where they were – and how they had ended up here. Did it matter, though? It was only a dream. His hand found Kakashi’s ass and grabbed it enthusiastically with a crass smack like his life depended on it. He was rewarded with a pleased gasp, and Obito thrusted up again. Kakashi’s breath tickled his neck, and he deliriously understood that Kakashi wasn’t wearing his mask. Or anything at all, for that matter, but somehow that was less relevant.
Kakashi’s lips brushed Obito’s skin, and Obito felt goosebumps go over his body. Obito wanted to tilt his head, to see if Kakashi’s lips would feel soft against his own. If they would be warm and wet. His hand travelled up the slope of Kakashi’s spine, savouring the moment a little longer. Tracing every single part of him. Breathing in his scent.
Oh fuck, that scent. That innocent soap bottle had thrown Obito into this mess. His left eye throbbed again, and he thrusted up, trying to dull the pain by making his body feel good some other way. The gasp whispered into his ear sounded vaguely like his own name.
It felt good. It felt so fucking good. He didn’t want it to end. Moreover, he wanted to see what kind of perfection could have pinned him down. He pushed Kakashi by his shoulders gently, and stared as Kakashi looked at him half-lidded, lips parted, face flushed. There was a sweat drop on his upper lip – slightly curved, incredibly cute – and he leaned up with a slightly confused look. His both eyes were open. Their Sharingans met.
Obito jumped up on his bed, gasping. His left eye throbbed with pain, and he grabbed his face with both hands. He still felt strangely, dangerously good. Obito’s hand snapped down under the covers, and he yanked his boxers down, immediately stroking his cock once and coming not even a second later. He groaned and shook as warm stains dabbled his hand and the sheets.
Oh, right. That’s why it was called a wet dream.
Obito panted and sat still for a moment. His heavy breathing was the only sound in the room. The sun wasn’t up yet – he had probably slept only for a few hours so far. The room was dark save for a tiny sliver of orange light coming from under the door. The dim living room lantern was usually on at night even though neither of them needed it. Obito wiped his hand slowly on the bed sheet. Back of his palm first, then his fingers. They stuck to the fabric slightly. Obito exhaled sharply. His body still thrummed with something odd.
He got up from the bed, strangely woozy, and headed to the door. He tried not to touch the door with his right hand and pulled his boxers back on properly. Not that he would run into anyone in the hall. The ANBU in charge of both his and Kakashi’s safety were outside the house and Kakashi was most likely sleeping like a log at the other end of the estate.
Obito padded his way towards the bathroom in the dimly lit house, and stilled like a corpse when he saw a shadow facing him suddenly. A sliver of red flashed at about his height.
Kakashi stood ahead of him in the hallway, breath heavy, shoulders heaving up and down. He was dressed in black boxers and an unfortunately sensual sleeveless top that covered half his face. Probably his usual sleepwear. Obito swallowed, knowing that he hadn’t actually flinched visibly even though his heart had nearly leaped out of his chest. The air felt weird, charged. Kakashi’s eyes snapped to Obito’s chest, to his legs, then up to his face. They stood still in the hall, and Obito wiped his hand on his boxers slowly, as subtly as he could. He felt like the smell of his own release clung to him, obvious and heady.
Kakashi moved first. He side stepped and muttered “Sorry”, before he turned around, and Obito blinked.
“It’s fine”, he croaked, voice husky. “You can go first.”
Kakashi stilled, a strange apparition of pale skin and silver hair in the hallway. Obito saw that his shoulders were sweaty. Obito rubbed his hand on his thigh again but didn’t take a step. The bathroom door loomed on the wall between them. Finally, Kakashi seemed to straighten up a bit. He still didn’t turn around.
“Sure. Thanks”, he muttered, sounding somehow off. Maybe it was the sleepiness in his voice. There was a heavy pause. “…Is everything alright?”
Obito swallowed, his fingers twitching.
“Yeah”, he said, voice low and steady despite his heart pounding in his chest. “Just had a– wet dream.”
Kakashi gave a visible start, like something had just slapped him.
Probably wasn’t the best thing to say, Obito figured, kind of amused about Kakashi’s reaction despite everything. Kakashi turned his head slightly, jagged like he was under a spell. Obito couldn’t see his face.
“Oh”, he mumbled, voice more high-pitched than a moment before. “Huh. I see.”
Obito waited for a sensible sentence, but that didn’t seem to come. His fingertips brushed the half-synthetic ivory skin of his thigh, when Kakashi’s voice came back, steadier now.
“Did it involve me?”
The hallway seemed to hold its breath. Obito inhaled slowly.
“Yeah”, he said, voice just as steady as Kakashi’s. Almost casual. “Why?”
Kakashi stood still, like a statue.
“Interesting”, he muttered, almost inaudible. Then he stepped towards his room and disappeared behind the corner.
Obito blinked again, exhaling all air from his lungs. He knew that outside, he seemed probably almost unaffected. But inside, his heart thrummed loudly, and he felt a twitch in his groin. He was half-hard. He stood still for a moment before heading to the bathroom to wash. He didn’t see Kakashi when he finally padded back to his bedroom.
-
The next morning, Obito was up later than usual. He had had to finish himself for a second time in the bathroom and he had slept less than usual. The morning sun filtered through the blinders and he could hear the robins and other birds singing in the garden. Obito flopped on his stomach and sighed through his nose.
New day, new challenges.
He dragged himself to the living room wrapped in his morning yukata, bare feet tapping on the wooden floors. Nobody there. Kakashi had apparently already left for the office. Obito headed to the kitchen, where the house help had prepared breakfast and left some rice in the cooker. The wooden blinders showed an olive tree and a wall that wrapped around the house, like every single other day. Obito put the kettle on and leaned his hip on the counter while waiting for the water to boil.
The sliver of red he had met in the hallway wouldn’t leave his mind. Nor did Kakashi’s reaction to his words, or the startled, wide-eyed stare. Nor the final “Interesting.”
Obito rubbed his eyelid.
He wasn’t an idiot when it came to that. It wasn’t the first time their Sharingan had mixed. It wasn’t even the first time it had happened during a dream. Obito was heartachingly aware of the nightmares Kakashi had when they were teenagers. But this was the first time it had happened in a dream like that.
Obito didn’t really get hard-ons, especially after the war had ended and the rebuilding had begun. He’d been shunned and he accepted his fate as the black sheep of the village. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t been used to by now. Being and feeling unwanted left his body dull, except for one person.
What had shocked him had been Kakashi’s kindness towards him.
After the war, Obito had expected that he would have been executed on the spot, or at least thrown to jail for the rest of his life. Instead, he had been forgiven by the newly appointed young Hokage.
It was something that he hadn’t even dared to be afraid of.
Obito chewed his lower lip and crossed his ankles. He hesitated for a moment, as if someone was watching, and lifted his hand to his face. He sniffed his wrist, lips brushing the skin.
Yeah. The fucking soap.
The kettle whistled.
-
After another boring day of going through the bookshelf and drinking too much tea, Obito found himself waking up from a nap on the soft green cushions of the dining area in the sitting room. He wiped his chin and grunted under his breath. His book (something about bonsai cutting, maybe?) was spread on the cushions and the cup of tea on the low table had cooled down. He’d probably been out cold for hours.
Obito sat up as he heard the front door. He straightened up slowly when he heard Kakashi’s voice say ‘thank you’ and a rustle of bags. The dinner was probably being delivered. The door clicked closed, and Kakashi called “I’m home” while probably fighting his sandals off with his hands full.
“Welcome home”, Obito murmured but didn’t have the time to stand up when Kakashi already appeared in the sitting room holding several plastic bags. It smelled like gyudo beef. Kakashi was in his usual Hokage uniform, the nicely form-fitting vest clinging to him despite the relaxed posture, and his forehead protector tied straight on his forehead. He paused and blinked at Obito.
“Were you having a nap?” he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice and a small crinkle in the corner of his eye. Obito yawned and criss-crossed his legs.
“Maybe”, he murmured and Kakashi let out a soft exhale, almost a chuckle, as he set the bags on the table. Yep, definitely gyudo donburi. One good thing about the house arrest was that dinner was delivered to the Hokage’s house almost every evening. If Kakashi was working late, their house help, a sweet old blind lady, would deliver it to the kitchen and sometimes even cut some fruit for Obito before leaving. Usually Kakashi just grabbed dinner on the way home from the office staff.
Obito took one of the bags wordlessly and rustled his meal out. Kakashi shed his forehead protector and vest, and propped down on the cushions across Obito. They popped the lids off their dishes and did a short bow before digging in. Obito chewed, quiet, and eyed the beer cans peeking from one of the bags. Kakashi nudged the bag towards him while taking one for himself. The room settled into something almost domestic, the paper lamp above them casting a soft glow over them and the sweet smell of gyudo beef hanging in the air. The beer can hissed as Kakashi opened it, and he took a long gulp before setting it on the table with a thunk. He licked his lips, looking pensive. Obito didn’t raise an eyebrow, but instead opened his own beer and took a sip.
The air felt charged again. Obito couldn’t help but look at Kakashi’s lips when a bit of beer foam clung to his upper lip and he wiped it off absentmindedly. Oh, to be some fucking foam. Obito sucked sauce off his chopsticks, waiting.
“I was wondering”, Kakashi said, finally, his voice low, and Obito blinked at him slowly. Kakashi sat back on the cushions with his knees up, that usual lazy look on his face but his shoulders looking stiff. He held his beer can in both hands like it could help him somehow. The donburi laid half-eaten on the table. “If you’d like to try it.”
Obito stared, expressionless. Inside his head, a full on static noise filled his mind. Kakashi stared back at him under his brow, but a faint flush rose to his cheeks as seconds crept by. Obito wondered if he had died mid-sentence.
Obito swallowed, hoping it wasn’t obvious. “Try what”, he said, flatly, like they were talking about something about as delicate as blowing up a building. He was well aware of what Kakashi was saying. He just needed to hear it, loud and clear. Kakashi licked his lips again. His mouth was probably dry.
“Intercourse”, he said like it was some kind of forbidden word that he forced himself to say as casually as possible. The red hue on his cheeks only deepened. Obito wondered if the static hiss inside his own brain was audible. He was grateful about the thick smell of lager and gyudo in front of him. If he would have been in the room without them, just breathing in Kakashi’s scent, he would definitely have had a physical problem. His lower stomach was burning already.
“Sure”, Obito blurted. Somehow, Kakashi’s face turned even redder, and his mouth gaped for a second before he lifted the beer can on his lips and he took a long sip. Obito looked at him quietly, but his pulse hammered in his ears. They stared at each other, chests rising and falling. Obito could hear the cicadas of the late summer faintly somewhere, like they were far away. The lamp above the table buzzed quietly and the beer sizzled faintly. Kakashi set the empty can on the table and his eye darted away from Obito. He rotated the can slowly with his fingertips.
“Right”, he said, voice a bit dry, but not any more shaky than as if he was explaining a mission initiative, “Okay. Is there anything you’d prefer, like, um. Position wise.”
Obito blinked. “Not really.” An awful pause. “Whatever you want.”
Kakashi nodded slowly, almost robotically. He didn’t seem to grasp the weight of the statement. “Right. I know that we’ll need to prepare a bit, and of course take care of protection. I’ll need to call someone to get the stuff.”
Obito had no idea what Kakashi was rambling about. He just listened, quiet, like he understood. Obito considered if Kakashi meant some kind of weird protection jutsu so that Obito wouldn’t be able to cast some kind of Infinite Tsukuyomi of a Thousand Year’s Sex Prison on him or something, or if he meant, like, condoms. In any case, Obito was in.
“Right”, Obito said and set his chopsticks down on the edge of his bowl. He mirrored Kakashi, fingertips on the beer can edge, but couldn’t look away from Kakashi’s mouth. “Do you wanna do it tomorrow? After you’ve got the stuff.”
Kakashi looked like he choked on air, but he saved it quite well. Meaning, quite terribly. He cleared his throat and leaned forward, picked up his chopsticks and picked at his food. “Sure”, he said, shrugging, but his voice was high-pitched like the night before in the hallway, and he didn’t look at Obito. “I might have to ask Tenzo to get it.”
Obito almost snorted out loud. Poor bastard. Obito couldn’t exactly offer to go and do it himself, though, so he just sat and flicked his finger idly over the can ring with a dull note. Kakashi chewed on rice like it might be poisoned, and didn’t look back up at Obito.
So it was settled.
-
The next day, Obito did his usual ‘boring ass day’ routine. He woke up, had a shower, had breakfast (rice and miso, plus some dried fish), did some useless yoga in the dojo connected to the estate, and stepped out to the garden. The space dividing the house into a full estate was tiny compared to the ones he had gotten used to in the Uchiha district in his childhood, but then again, he had also been quite a lot smaller than now. It was spacious enough to have a small pond with koi fish, and a tiny stream that made the water ripple and bubble. The apple tree shading the pond was making tiny fruit already. Obito followed the stone garden path barefoot and walked around on the grass for a bit. Then he leaned his forehead on the apple tree trunk with a flat ‘ponk’ and sighed.
What the hell was he doing?
A fumble with soap had started it. A stupid, shared wet dream had led them into a crazy agreement he didn’t even want to get out of. A sensible person would have said sorry, this was a mistake, and let’s not. But Obito wasn’t sensible. He was smart, for sure, but he didn’t often act smart, and he knew it.
The difference was also that he wanted this. Despite knowing how stupid and possibly dangerous it was, he wanted this. The memory of Kakashi’s skin in his dream still hadn’t faded from his mind. It would have been fine if the feeling would have left when he had seen Kakashi, but no.
It had only powered it. Because not only he had seen Kakashi in the hallway right after that, but Kakashi had looked back. And in his eyes, Obito had seen a vulnerable, almost apprehensive, hunger.
Obito squeezed his eyes shut. He couldn’t think about this too much. Thinking made him hard, and he had to spare his energy for the night. He wasn’t even sure what to expect. He had no idea what to expect. All he could hope was that he would be able to feel even close to the same kind of ecstasy he had experienced in the dream.
Obito realized that he was definitely playing himself, and he stepped off from the tree trunk. He sighed a long-suffering sigh and walked around the pond a few times before sitting down and looking at the colorful fish. The bubbling stream obscured them into shapes of red, orange and white. He soaked his hand in the water and let the koi nibble on his palm. They felt real and alive. They didn’t know nor care who he was.
And at least he wasn’t that poor son of a bitch Yamato.
-
“I’m home.”
Obito’s heart made a cartwheel when he heard that voice in the evening. There was a rustle of a plastic bag, shuffle of sandals being taken off, and footsteps. Obito looked up from his book (“Maintaining your teak furniture”) while sitting still like a Buddha statue at the sitting room table, and saw Kakashi there, holding just one bag. It was small enough that it couldn't contain dinner. If Obito hadn’t been so nervous, he would have chuckled at the mental image of Yamato clawing his own face.
Kakashi looked like he had been running, which definitely wasn’t the case. Even if he had, he wouldn’t have been as flushed and out of breath as now. Obito’s fists tightened on his knees. He looked at the bag, then Kakashi’s tight grip onto it, then at Kakashi’s face. He blinked slowly.
“Welcome home.”
-
Obito wrapped himself tighter in his yukata, then decided to let it hang loose. He exhaled through his nose before he knocked on Kakashi’s bedroom door – there was a muffled answer – and stepped in.
So far, it had been nothing but nerve-wrenching. They had agreed that it would be best to shower before the act, and that they would do it in Kakashi’s bedroom. Obito stepped in, expecting a trap to fall on him from the ceiling maybe, but only saw Kakashi sitting on the bed in his sleepwear. Even his mask was on. Obito blinked when he noticed that Kakashi was reading something, and blinked again when he realized that Kakashi was reading instructions on a lubricant tube in the dim lantern light of the room.
Oh, honey.
Obito clicked the door shut behind himself, and Kakashi looked up like Obito had somehow just arrived unexpectedly to his office. The packet of condoms had been tossed on the bedside table, and the plastic bag laid crinkled in the corner on an ottoman with a crumbled receipt. Obito felt like he should probably run. But instead, he felt his lower stomach stir.
Kakashi’s eye darted from Obito’s bare thighs to his black boxers, and trailed his body quickly up. Obito wondered what Kakashi was seeing there. A patched-up, wreck of a body, a possible bed mate or something entirely else? He didn’t dare to ask. Instead, he approached the bed and stood there like an idiot.
“So, first we need to prepare me”, Kakashi said, his tone of voice oddly high again, and he looked intensely at the lube tube like it was a newlyfound forbidden scroll. Obito raised an eyebrow.
“We?” he muttered, not understanding anything but pretending to understand some. Kakashi looked like he wanted ten assassins to appear and finish this show right now. It was quite endearing.
“Yeah– well, I can probably do it myself. But I figured, since you’re going to – anyway, I can do it”, Kakashi said, way too quickly while still trying to sound calm, and shifted on his seat uncomfortably. Obito just extended his hand forward.
“Just tell me what to do.”
Kakashi stared at him with a strange anxiety that was dabbled with thirst. He handed the tube to Obito wordlessly. Then he suddenly simply hooked his thumbs into his own boxers, pulled them off and let them drop on the floor. That wasn’t even the strangest part. By the time Obito had internally recovered from the surprise stripping, which still didn’t include taking off his mask, Kakashi had turned around and was on all fours back to him. Obito was completely stunned.
“So”, Kakashi said steadily despite his ears turning pink, “you’ll just put some lube on your fingers, then put them in one at a time. I’m not sure how long exactly the whole thing will take, but apparently the muscle needs a few minutes per finger to loosen up enough.”
Relax enough for what? How long would what take? Obito stood there, in more than one sense of the word. His brain had thoroughly short-circuited. He stared at Kakashi’s perched up ass while his own cock twitched in his boxers like some kind of eager animal ready to be let out. It was a lot to take in. Not only information wise.
Kakashi apparently didn’t understand what was taking so long, and he turned to look Obito in the eye after a pause. “You okay with this?”
There was a bark that apparently came from Obito’s mouth, and it sounded something like “yeuh”. Kakashi’s brow furrowed, and Obito swallowed before flicking the tube open and repeating, “Yeah.”
If Kakashi said this was needed, then sure. Obito simply didn’t know what he would do if he came from the view alone. Kakashi turned back and seemed to relax just a bit before bracing himself again. Obito got on his knees on the bed – standing up felt ridiculous – and squeezed some of the clear, thick lube on his fingers. “How much is some?”
Kakashi’s brow furrowed again, judging by his voice. “…I actually don’t know. Maybe just enough to coat your finger. I don’t know.”
Obito exhaled slowly and rubbed the lube along his forefinger. It felt slimy and made a squelching sound. Obito braced himself mentally and then pressed his finger on Kakashi’s entrance.
Obito had been surprised near every damn second of this chain of events, but he hadn’t expected Kakashi to yelp out loud. Obito pulled his hand away, startled and puzzled. Kakashi pressed his face against the mattress with a long groan. “It’s – it’s okay. It’s just. It’s fucking cold.”
Obito felt a wave of relief, but also fondness so strong that he almost broke into laughter. He exhaled, “Okay”, then proceeded to press his finger in. He had no idea how any of this was relevant, but it seemed that this area of the human body was pretty damn sensitive. Obito pressed his forefinger against the tight muscle, and Kakashi seemed to only tense up. Finally, Obito’s finger slid in, and Kakashi exhaled with a guttural noise.
Obito grunted as his own cock twitched from excitement. His boxers were fully tenting now. He swallowed and tried to move his finger around a bit. Kakashi gripped the sheets and pressed his face down harder. Obito exhaled shakily, “Is that okay?”
Kakashi nodded. “Uh-huh.” Obito started to push his middle finger in, slowly.
Obito’s legs felt shaky. He shifted on his seat and watched, mesmerised, as Kakashi slowly loosened up under his touch. Every passing minute Kakashi became less tense, and every damn passing minute Obito felt like he would burst soon. Obito could see in real time how Kakashi became harder. By the time Obito had managed three fingers, a string of precum slowly dripped off his cock down to the sheets. The small, wretched sounds Kakashi made made Obito’s head spin and his cock throb.
Finally, Kakashi exhaled sharply, and Obito pulled his hand away as Kakashi sat up. He didn’t look at Obito, but instead reached for the packet of condoms on the nightstand. He pulled two out and passed one to Obito over his shoulder. Obito simply took it, while also taking in the view of the slope of Kakashi’s neck and shoulders right in front of him.
Kakashi ripped the package open and rolled the condom on himself. Obito figured that Kakashi wanted to avoid messing up the sheets as much as possible, and didn’t say anything. Kakashi bent back down slowly, ritually, and leaned his face into a pillow between his arms. Obito stared at the view again. He wondered what it would be like to press his face there. To taste what was definitely all Kakashi. He was pretty sure that wasn’t in the itinerary.
With a quick shuffle, Obito shed his yukata and boxers on the floor and rolled the condom on himself. He barely knew how to do it – Minato-sensei had insisted on showing how it was done with an eggplant as a part of his ‘sex education afternoon’, before Obito had fainted from sheer embarrassment. Gods bless his sensei now. His hands trembled only slightly.
Obito lowered his hands on Kakashi’s hips and tried to align himself properly. This was mad, and still not enough. “I’m going in”, Obito murmured, voice strangely husky and heavy, the words sounding too casual for the moment. His heartbeat was so heavy he was sure everyone could hear it even outside the house. Kakashi nodded, voice dry. “Go ahead.”
When Obito pressed his cock in, he remembered he hadn’t even thought about putting more lube on. It had felt pretty easy with fingers, so he promptly just forgot about it. Kakashi groaned and shifted, and Obito wasn’t sure what that meant, so he just pressed on, slowly. It was tight. Obito’s mouth hung open as he watched his cock disappear inside Kakashi, the tightness holding him all around. Kakashi exhaled sharply, and Obito swallowed hard.
“Okay?” he rasped, and Kakashi groaned again.
“Ah– it’s, uh, could you – could you put on some more lube?”, he managed to ask, voice strained and face hidden in the pillow so that the words were muffled. It took Obito about three seconds to process that he’d even said anything. “Please?”
Obito was about to pull out, when suddenly Kakashi’s muscles tightened around him. It was too much. Obito let out a choked exhale, and his hands gripped Kakashi’s hips like a convulsion. He bent forward from the sheer force of his orgasm and gasped while his whole body trembled. Kakashi had completely frozen and there was a vague, almost deadpan “ow ow ow”, but Obito couldn’t even pay attention to it before the static hiss in his ears eased and he finally pulled out. Kakashi still didn’t raise his head from the pillow, and Obito panted as he carefully removed the full condom off himself with shaky hands.
It had been way too good. And yet, Obito still had no idea what Kakashi was feeling.
He wondered if it had been painful. And that he couldn’t help Kakashi in any way at that point.
“The lube?” Kakashi’s voice came out husky, a little weary. Obito blinked at him from his seat, confused.
“You want to go again?” Obito rasped, and Kakashi shifted his hips, nodding. Obito realized that Kakashi hadn’t probably even registered that he'd just come.
Obito reached out but pulled his hand back before he could touch Kakashi. Instead, he asked quietly, “You sure?”
“Yeah.”
Obito couldn’t press him for more. If Kakashi said yes, he had no other option but to take it as it was. He had known Kakashi back when they had been kids, but even then, the guy had been kind of an enigma who held his feelings back. Now, Obito had no idea if he had changed. He had no other option but to believe Kakashi.
Besides, in a selfish, delirious way, Obito was okay with it. He wanted to do it again.
Obito tossed the condom into the trash bin by the door and reached for the package for another one. He watched as Kakashi still laid there on the bed, face half-buried in a pillow and ass perched up. Obito grabbed the lube and squeezed probably way too much of it on his fingers. The tube made a wheezing sound as it let air in, and Kakashi’s shoulders flinched slightly.
Obito exhaled slowly through his nose. All he could do was to make sure Kakashi would hurt as little as possible, if he really wanted this so much.
Obito rubbed the lube in his fingers a little, wondering if it would warm up or just turn gooey. Both, it turned out. Obito grabbed Kakashi’s buttock as gently as he could – he felt his own cock jerk at the feeling of the firm muscle squeeze under his fingertips – and smeared the lube around Kakashi’s entrance before slipping his finger in again. Kakashi let out an exhale that sounded a bit like a wail, but his hips relaxed a bit. Obito couldn’t help but wonder if he could make this easier for Kakashi somehow, but he had no idea how. So, he just took his time, opening Kakashi up and trying to decipher from his sounds if what he did was good in any way.
Finally Kakashi shifted on the pillow, back arching in a way that made Obito almost lose his mind, and let out a choked, “Okay– I think I’m ready now. Please put it in.”
Obito swallowed and shuffled on his seat. He rolled a new condom on himself, hands not any steadier than before. Now he knew vaguely what to expect, and his heart was thrumming in his chest in anticipation. Kakashi hadn’t moved except for a little. He was still wearing his top. Still masked. Obito had noticed his lower back sweating earlier, but now he seemed more relaxed. Or at least less mortified.
Obito held Kakashi’s bum gently and guided himself in. He thrusted in slowly but persistently, and Kakashi didn’t object. There was a small whine that escaped Kakashi’s throat, and an exhale when Obito was completely inside. Obito waited, hips stuttering, if he could move.
“Yeah”, Kakashi murmured, voice so broken it sounded like a whimper, ”It’s good.”
Obito swallowed, hard. He had to close his eyes for a moment before he moved out just a bit, his cock sliding way easier than before. His mouth hung open and his brow perspired as he opened his eyes and finally looked. Kakashi’s ass made a gentle slapping sound when Obito thrusted slowly back in.
Oh, fuck.
He picked up the pace when Kakashi inhaled softer and his hips perked up just a bit. Enough to meet Obito. Enough to fuck him back.
Obito saw Kakashi crunch the pillow, his knuckles white, and could just see that his ears were pink. It was really difficult to say if he was enjoying it or not by the looks of it.
But the sounds.
Obito had never heard anything like that from Kakashi’s mouth. It seemed like he was holding the noises back and trying to stifle them into the pillow, but Obito could still hear them, and they shot right into his groin. Kakashi whimpered, gasped and moaned. The sounds were jittery and chopped, real, which made them even more arousing. There was no pretense in them at all. Obito didn’t want anything as much as to see that mouth and drink the whimpers from Kakashi’s lips.
But surely, if Kakashi wanted it too, he wouldn’t be burying his face into a pillow right now, masked and his back to him.
Obito found a steady rhythm. He could hold himself back much better now that he had already released once, and took in the view. He looked at Kakashi’s spine curving in front of him, the slope of his ass, his hipbones making a sharp v on his sides. His slender neck, his tense and strong shoulders, his soft-looking silver hair. Obito wondered if he could just bend over and press his face into Kakashi’s neck. Just breathe him in. He decided against it and had to settle for watching.
Kakashi let out a whine and stirred slightly, and Obito could see that he stroked himself slowly. It seemed immensely difficult with the condom on. Obito exhaled and picked up the pace, because maybe he wasn’t doing enough. Who the hell even knew? Kakashi gasped and his hands flew back to the sheets, gripping them tight, and his sounds were more high-pitched now. His eyes were squeezed shut and his face was flushed, his arched eyebrows indicating deep pleasure. It was too much to look at. Obito made the last seconds count, thrusting a few times so that Kakashi cried out and suddenly spasmed so much that his every muscle clenched around Obito.
Obito was pretty sure he was going to pass out. The pulsing around his cock felt so fucking good, he had never even imagined anything like that. He came hard and grabbed Kakashi’s ass so tight that his fingertips sank into the muscle. Kakashi kept gasping for air, his eyes watering and legs shaking violently. Obito bent forward and his nose brushed the back of Kakashi’s top just slightly.
So close.
He leaned back, head spinning and mouth dry. Kakashi slumped on his side on the bed and tried to gather his breath. He pulled the condom off, and Obito could finally prove that he had done enough. Kakashi had come, hard. His face was still flushed and sweaty, and Obito wondered if he had just imagined seeing tears running from his eye. Obito sat panting on the edge of the bed and felt incredibly dehydrated and shaky. He pulled his condom off and grabbed his yukata from the floor.
“I’m gonna get some water”, Obito rasped and padded briskly to the door, tossing the condom to the sinful trash bin on his way out. He shuffled to the kitchen, legs shaky as hell, and grabbed a glass from the cupboard and the water bottle from the fridge. The water sloshed as he poured a glass, hands trembling, and drank the whole thing in one go. He exhaled and drank another glass, slower this time. His body started to feel more normal. Obito took another glass from the cupboard and poured it full, then headed back to Kakashi’s bedroom with it.
He stepped in, and saw that Kakashi had already dressed up in his bathrobe. His mask was still on. The bed looked like nothing had happened, except for Obito’s underwear, which was laid on the bedding instead of the floor. Kakashi tied his belt tighter and glanced at Obito.
Obito opened his mouth, but Kakashi said, simply, “I’m gonna take a shower. G’night.”
Then he passed Obito in the doorway and headed to the bathroom. Obito stood there stunned until he remembered that he had himself just stormed out only minutes earlier.
That was probably a dumbass thing to do.
There was a sound of the shower being turned on. Obito looked at the glass of water in his hand and walked slowly to the bedside table, setting it there with a soft thunk. He gathered his boxers from the bedding and looked at the sheets. They had been pulled tight and neat, but the smell of after-sex still hung in the room. Obito felt a little tinge in his chest and tried to understand it. A dull ache made his throat feel tight.
He thought about Kakashi’s face when he had stepped back into the room. How different he had looked from the ecstasy-filled blush just moments earlier. Now, his expression had been a mask of its own, a disguise that hid everything. Obito couldn’t tell at all what the man could have been thinking.
Obito cracked the ventilation window open, and a fresh breeze of late summer night blew in. The night birds were singing in the trees and the stream in the garden bubbled. The cicadas buzzed somewhere in the underbrush. Outside, the world spinned on. And inside the house, everything was different.
Obito stood by the window with his hands in his sleeves until he heard the shower being turned off. He walked back towards his own bedroom, passing the bathroom door while doing so. The smell of Kakashi’s soap was evident through the steam escaping under the door. Obito inhaled slowly and closed his eyes.
This could all be his to hold.
Then he went to his bedroom, closed the door behind him, and didn’t even turn the lights on before he crawled into his bed.
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The next day, Obito opened his eyes. He was pretty sure that today would be the day. Today he would be sent to prison, not for war crimes or treason or whatnot, but for Being Terrible At Sex. He hadn’t showered and instead had just fallen asleep naked and sweaty, and had multiple dreams with mostly a repeating soundtrack of Kakashi’s moans. Obito flopped on his back on the bed and blinked. No ANBU bursting through his bedroom door. Maybe he would live another day.
Kakashi had left early, of course, and nothing in the house seemed different from before. No traps or passive aggressive post-it notes. Obito ate breakfast, found another boring ass book from the shelf (“The Exciting Life of Termites” or something similar) and took a stroll in the garden. The fruits in the apple tree were slightly larger than the day before. Obito blinked as he slowly figured out that something had actually been a little different in the house. There had been two drinking glasses in the kitchen sink.
Obito felt the corner of his own mouth twitch a bit.
Kakashi was back home earlier than usual. Not by much – maybe less than an hour – but Obito definitely noticed it. He looked up from his book (not the one about termites – he had picked up another one but barely looked at anything but the pictures) when the door clicked shut, and saw Kakashi arrive in the sitting room with bags of dinner in his hands. They hadn’t even seen each other since last night. Now, they stared at each other as Obito lounged lazily on his side in the dining area, chin propped in his hand. Kakashi stood still without his forehead protector, strangely poised. The plastic bags smelled of curry and had some vague moisture droplets on their surface from the steam. Obito didn’t look at them, though.
“I’m home”, Kakashi muttered casually. Obito blinked slowly. “Welcome home”, he said, voice steady, almost flat.
They still watched each other. The steady rise and fall of their chests, the way both of their hands held still.
“Would you like to do it again tomorrow?” Kakashi said finally, and the banality of the question was enhanced by a tilt of his head. Obito’s pinky finger brushed over the scar on his own lower lip absentmindedly, but his eyes were focused on Kakashi’s lazy stare and his mouth, even if the latter was currently veiled behind his mask.
Oh, to be some fucking mask.
Obito wiped his nose. “Sure.”