| ftm_boi ( @ 2005-10-28 12:55:00 |
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[FIC] NC-17 like WHOA!
Title: "The Bath House"
Genre: PWP
Pairing: KakaIru
Rating: NC-17 like WHOA... I kinda feel dirty after writing this... teehee.
Warning: Slut!Iruka
Theme: #1, Anonymity
Author: ftm_boi
Dislaimer: I *totally* don't own Naruto... *sigh*
"The Bath House" was a place that few people in Konoha knew of, and
even fewer frequented. The entrance was located in a shady
looking back alley, permeated by the stench of weeks old trash and
mostly empty liquor bottles. Umino Iruka found himself breathing
through his mouth as he approached to keep from retching. He wore
only tattered bluejeans and a grey hooded sweatshirt, the hood pulled
up over his head to keep himself from being recognized. Just like
every time he came here, a strange tingle of excitement and trepidation
ran through him as he opened the door.
The grizzly looking middle-aged man at the counter took his money
without a word, and he quickly moved on to the small locker room.
There, Iruka stripped and placed his clothes mechanically in an empty
locker. At first, he ignored the stack of towels on the way into
the baths, but then stepped back and grabbed one, figuring he might
need it to lay on since you couldn't be sure how clean the surfaces
were here.
The steam inside the establishment was thick and heavy, making moisture
bead out almost immediately on Iruka's tanned skin. His eyes
narrowed as he scanned the area for anyone interesting, but it seemed
rather empty tonight... Either that, or everyone was already
"occupied". He was a little disappointed, but decided to find an
empty room and enjoy himself for the time being.
Sure, there were baths there, but "The Bath House" was more a
collection of rooms for anonymous fucking. As he walked
down the hallway, Iruka peered discreetly into the rooms with open
doors. The first few were taken up by sweating, writhing couples,
the sight of which had Iruka's flaccid cock twitching up in
anticipation. In the next room was a hulking man with entirely
too much body hair, his face intense and red as he frantically pumped
himself. Iruka kept walking.
Finally, he came upon an empty room. He walked in, but did not
close the door behind him. It was an invitation of sorts.
Each of the rooms had a small waterproof container in the corner that
contained a large bottle of lube and a generous supply of
condoms. Iruka grabbed the bottle and spread out his towel on the
long sauna-style bench along the side of the room. As he sat
down, he heard passionate, synchronous moaning and shouting from the
hallway, his dick springing up, about half erect now.
Squeezing out a good amount of lube onto his hand, Iruka leaned back
against the tile wall and languidly stroked himself to hardness, his
free hand moving slowly up his chest to toy with a nipple.
Letting out a little gasp from the sensation, he arched his back,
gripping his erection more firmly as his hand moved at its slow and
steady pace.
After some time teasing himself, he felt himself getting close to
orgasm. However, Iruka had come here for something more, so he
decided to hold off and see if anyone would accept his wordless
offer. He lay down on his stomach, not allowing himself to touch
his length for the time being. Spreading his legs slightly, he
reached back and stroked at his opening, finger still moderately slick
with the residual lube from jacking off. He pressed the finger in
just a little, wiggling it around to loosen the tight ring just at the
entrance. The pressure was wonderful, and he couldn't help but
push his hips against the bench beneath him, moaning softly in pleasure.
It was then that Iruka registered the presence of another person in the
room. He heard the soft "pat pat" of their footfalls on the damp
tile floor as they approached. He moved to turn over, but felt a
warm hand on the small of his back, halting him. "Don't," the
stranger instructed, his voice a deep, silky baritone. Iruka had
trouble keeping himself from shuddering just at that one word. He
resumed his position on the bench, understanding the man's wish for
anonymity.
Another hand joined the one on Iruka's back, and they both made their
way slowly up the expanse of skin to his shoulders, squeezing the taut
muscles there. He felt the anonymous man straddle the back of his
thighs, then felt the hands on his shoulders drag down to firmly grasp
the round globes of his ass, kneading them wantonly.
Iruka groaned, his cock throbbing between his stomach and the wooden
bench. He felt the stranger's weight shift, then gasped when he
felt a hot mouth on his neck, sucking at first, then biting, the teeth
raking over the junction of his neck and shoulder. He let out a
moan, writhing under the other man.
There was a short chuckle from man above him, then Iruka felt a wet
tongue at the nape of his neck. It trailed down slowly, between
his shoulderblades, following the trench between the muscles in his
back. Then, a short pause at the small of his back, and the
stranger's weight shifted again as Iruka felt himself being hauled up
on all fours by strong hands on his hips. Those hands gently
caressed his ass before spreading the cheeks open, and then he felt a
warm puff of air against his hole, making him whimper as a shudder ran
down his spine.
The other man's tongue flicked out a few times, teasing Iruka's opening
before finally swirling around the rim, making him moan loudly and push
back against the delicious sensations. His own hands clutched at
the edge of the towel as the stranger's tongue began to press against
his entrance. With a sudden thrust, the tongue pushed in,
wriggling and pulsing inside him. Iruka cried out from the
intensity of it, and subsequently felt the vibration from the other
man's responding moan, which almost made him cum right there.
He knew he wouldn't last much longer like this, and after all, he'd
come here for a reason. He grabbed a condom and the lube bottle
and held it behind him. "Fuck me," he nearly ordered.
The other man pulled away with what Iruka thought was a soft
gasp. Then, wordlessly, the bottle and condom were pulled from
his hand. He reached down to stroke himself, listening to the rip
of the condom package, the pop of the lube bottle cap. Finally,
he felt the stranger's hardness pressed against his opening, a hand
braced on his hip.
There was a moment of hesitation from the man above him, so out of
frustration and need, Iruka pushed back quickly, wincing slightly from
the pain of a thick cock slipping past the tight ring muscle. The
stranger's hand clenched on his hip and he heard the man stifle a moan
before pushing in slowly to the hilt. Iruka's jaw clenched as he
waited for himself to adjust to the feeling of fullness.
After a few moments, the other man began to move. The thrusts
were small and teasing at first, but soon the two fell into a rhythm,
Iruka rocking forward until just the tip of the slick hardness was
inside him, the other man pulling him back until he could feel sharp
hipbones dig into his ass. He reached back and grabbed a lean
thigh, his breath quickening as he rolled his hips with the thrusts.
Their movements soon became faster, more urgent, and the anonymous man
reached around him, pulling him up until his back made contact with a
hard chest. The man shifted so that Iruka was straddling his
thighs, almost sitting in his lap. Iruka lifted himself up and
let himself come back down, letting out a sharp cry as the new angle
allowed the dick inside him to brush against his prostate. He
heard a deep groan from behind him, then the voice was muffled against
his shoulder.
A hand wrapped tightly around his dripping cock as he began bouncing up
and down on the stranger's lap. Their joined moans echoed off the
walls along with the slapping of wet flesh. Every thrust brought
Iruka closer to the edge, and when the other man began pumping him
roughly, he shouted out a string of expletives as he coated the
stroking hand and the bench underneath him with thick white cum.
The man behind him thrust one last time, then yelled his release, his
erection throbbing against Iruka's clenching insides.
They collapsed forward onto the bench, sweaty, panting, and utterly
spent. There was a moment of discomfort as the other man's
softening length slipped out of him, then he felt hot lips press to his
ear. The man's deep voice spoke softly, sensually in his
ear. "Maybe we can do this again sometime." Iruka shivered
and decided he wouldn't be against that in the slightest, but the
anonymity might become an issue. How would he know who to look
for if they were to meet?
But right now, he was too tired to think about it. "I'd like
that," he replied, leaving it to the other man to devise some means of
meeting up. The stranger nipped his earlobe, then licked around
the rim of his ear, and Iruka felt his cock stir, excited at the
prospect of more.
There was a soft chuckle, then a moment of silence. "Allright,
then. I know where to find you... Iruka-sensei."
Iruka's eyes shot open, and he turned to find the man gone. He
jumped up, moving quickly to the doorway to look out into the
hallway. He caught a fleeting glimpse of a leg disappearing into
the locker room, and ran after, ignoring the slight pain in his rear
end.
As he rounded the corner, he saw a flash, then a puff of white smoke
where the man had been. But just before, he could've sworn he
caught a glimpse of messy silver hair...
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