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“Rival!  I’m so pleased to see you!  You’re looking well!”

Gai was being predictably gracious, Kakashi knew he looked harrowed as all hell by the time he made it to his apartment that evening.  He could practically feel every hair on his head like a needle in his scalp.  He was exhausted, strung out and bewildered, but he supposed he was justified in that, considering he had somehow managed to make it home in one piece from what was meant to be a nice easy mission with his three - insane idiotic unbelievable somehow still alive - genin, but had actually been a hellish trip to the Land of Waves. 

Kakashi flopped on Gai’s futon as the other prepared tea in the kitchenette.  He hung his head back, sighing raggedly and massaging his temples.  Sakura had nearly been sliced in half, Sasuke had effectively died, and Naruto had blipped right into demon fox mode just because he was mad - truthfully Kakashi had hardly managed to keep them all safe in the most basic sense, all the while wrangling one of the Mist’s most well known and terrifying assassins, cutting himself to ribbons and burning through his chakra like it was a short wick in a used candle.  And then of course, he’d gone and thrust a hand right through some poor no name kid’s chest, misplaced duty and loyalty aside, and by some miracle he hadn’t fully had a flashback panic attack because he swore, he swore for just a fraction of a second that was Rin’s face and not that kid’s wide, terrified eyes.  

So much fucking blood…

Kakashi shook his head and huffed.  Those poor kids.  He knew the lessons would be learned but he didn’t think it’d be so soon.  Going from chasing cats for wealthy citizens to fighting actual demon assassins and learning the cruel fate of the shinobi world in the space of a week was nothing short of absolutely so fucked up how the hell did they pull this off actually— 

He’d hardly noticed that he had robotically mosied his way right to Gai’s place instead of his own after his debriefing with the Hokage. But he wasn’t about to question that little subconscious detour, because in truth, he needed to be near Gai right now, needed to feel solid after days floating in the mist.  And Gai could do that for him. He was proud to say he could admit that now. 

“Now you can wind down a bit from your mission success!” Gai was saying as he brought them their tea - chamomile for himself, jasmine for Kakashi, with just a dollop of honey.  Just the way he liked.  He took the cup and smiled softly as Gai beamed, somehow always so excited to see him, always so happy to have him in his space.  Kakashi was still getting used to it, still warming to the ever-burning heat of Gai’s companionship now that they’d finally bridged the gap from rivals to lovers (though he still cringed a bit at the phrase).  He wondered if he’d ever get used to it, and part of him didn’t really want to.  Part of him still enjoyed the rush of it, the way the man’s undivided attention leveled on him like direct sunlight to illuminate his cloudy moods. They’d felt the shift so seamlessly it was almost unnoticed.

But now, as he looked at Gai standing above him, smiling with his gleaming eyes and warm high cheekbones, his nose scrunched with his grin, all Kakashi wanted was to lay in the sunlight of his affection like a cat on a windowsill. 

They hadn’t ventured quite so far into intimacy just yet, and Kakashi would be lying if he tried to claim it was mutual. Gai was patient, understanding and careful, and never pushed him for anything, but there had been plenty of nights where their kissing in the dark would reach a pivotal moment and Kakashi would suddenly, inexplicably, get cold feet. Gai was always reassuring, and a handful of times he’d very discreetly and respectfully gone off to the bathroom to take care of himself, but Kakashi always felt abysmal afterwards no matter what he said. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to have sex with Gai - on the contrary he very, very, very much did - but something in him would put a hold on his arousal each time. It was this potent, cold sort of jolt in his gut that said “if you do this, you can’t go back” and really, what even was that? Go back to what? Gai was going to be in his life, by his side, no matter what they were. It was an unfounded and frankly frustrating roadblock but Kakashi always felt too awkward to talk about it. 

But tonight, he almost didn’t care. Because tonight he was sitting on Gai’s futon looking up at him and all his gorgeous warmth and openness, and Kakashi could only think about how close he’d been to not coming back at all, how insane it was to come back after what had been one of the toughest missions he’d had in a long time. He’d been so emotionally and physically drained. He’d practically dragged himself here in a daze. Surely there was a reason. 

The reason, he figured, was he couldn’t make it without Gai. He never could. He was ready to admit that too. 

“Kiss me,” Kakashi said suddenly, even surprising himself. Gai blinked, blushing immediately and clearly taken aback by his suddenness. But he quickly recovered and nodded enthusiastically. 

“Of course!” he said happily. He set down his tea cup and then leaned in to kiss Kakashi gently on his cheek, chaste and sweet. Kakashi hummed and smiled at him. Sweet man. 

“On the lips,” he clarified when Gai pulled back. “If that’s alright.”

Gai’s blush intensified but he once again obliged with a smile, and pressed his lips to Kakashi’s masked ones, lingering a moment, his warmth permeating the thin cotton barrier before a soft exhale weaved through its threads, causing heat to rise to Kakashi’s own cheeks. He took Gai’s hands in his own and tugged him closer. 

“Again,” he said quietly. Gai’s smile was blinding, he almost wanted to close his eyes. Gai nuzzled his nose and kissed again, another masked meeting of lips, pressing harder now, nudging Kakashi’s lips open with his own suggestively.

Kakashi brought Gai’s hands up to his face, pressed the man’s large, warm fingers to his cheek, brushing the top of his mask. He pressed his fingertips there encouragingly. Gai hummed and hooked his fingers into the space before he slowly, tantalizingly, began to pull his mask down, like he was unveiling something precious and fragile. Kakashi blushed harder - they usually did this in the privacy and darkness of the bedroom - but Gai was patient. He didn’t pull back to look, not yet. 

Instead, he pressed his lips to Kakashi’s again, this time with no barriers between them, and the electric shock of his skin was enough to elicit a very soft moan from Kakashi as Gai kissed him deeply, cupping his face with one hand, his other resting at the juncture of his neck, toying with the ends of his hair. 

“I adore kissing you,” Gai muttered when they broke apart. “It must be one of my favorite things.”

Kakashi secretly found that hard to believe but then again, one of his favorite things was kissing Gai, so he conceded. 

“Take me to the bedroom,” he said, astonished at how calm he sounded despite his thoughts somehow tumbling out of his mouth before his brain could catch up. He needed Gai, right now. He needed to be grounded, held, touched and cared for. He needed to feel Gai’s hands pin him to reality, feel the weight of him push the life through his veins. The mist had been cold and grey, lifeless, full of terrors. He needed Gai’s fire, his sunlight, to break through. 

Gai said nothing and immediately obliged. 

Straightening he tugged Kakashi up to his feet and kissed him good and proper now, crushing their lips together, clinging to his body, hands trailing up the back of his hair. Kakashi melted, the tension seeping from him like the steam from their forgotten teacups, soon to be left cooling in the front room as he allowed himself to glide behind Gai, hand in hand, to the bedroom. 

They fell onto the bed in a heated kiss of tongues and teeth, hands tugging and pulling clothes away. Kakashi’s headband clattered to the floor, his vest tossed to the side. He wriggled out of his shirt as Gai slipped his shoulders out of his jumpsuit, bunching at the waist. They came together in another searing kiss and Kakashi gasped again at the sheer blinding force of the arousal spurred in him by the touch of Gai’s bare skin. He felt a flutter in his belly as he felt the swell of Gai’s pectorals press against his own, felt the hard yet pliant muscles of his broad shoulders give beneath his fingertips. He ran his hands down Gai’s chest, skittering across the thick black hair that he loved to bury his nose in, trailing all the way down to the dusting across his chiseled abdomen. 

“God you’re so hot ,” he mumbled. “Unbelievable.” Gai chuckled low and deep against his lips and Kakashi felt his cock twitch at the sound. He slid his hands up to Gai’s chest again, groped his pecs a bit, then cupped his face and pulled back slightly, out of breath and sprawled beneath him. 

Gai’s eyes were sparkling, a playful grin tweaking the corners of his kiss-swollen lips. There was a tiny divot of blood on the lower one where Kakashi knew he’d probably snagged with one of his teeth, and he sighed softly, sheepishly. Gai licked it in response and nudged his nose with his own. 

“You ok?” he asked softly. Kakashi nodded and his heart suddenly pounded heavy in his chest, loud enough in his ears he was sure Gai could hear it. His nerves flurried in his chest but he tamped down and bit his own lip, worrying for a split second more before he spoke. 

“I’m ready,” he said decisively. “I’m ready to…if you want to.”

Gai looked confused for half a second before a heat flared in his gaze and Kakashi blinked in surprise. He looked hungry. Starving, really. And sexy, god help him, so sexy Kakashi felt his toes curl. 

“Are you sure?” he asked. “I would never want you to feel pressured to—“

“I am sure,” Kakashi insisted. “I don't feel pressured. I just…I need you, I can’t wait any longer. I almost died. My kids almost died. I don’t want to go through that again knowing I haven't had this with you.”

The truth of that sank deep in Kakashi’s heart and he had half a mind to be proud of himself for it. It had taken a lot of courage, and much more blood and tears, to admit he needed people again. And he did need Gai. Not just like this. He needed him always. He was the only one who had his back no matter what. Even if it had taken him years to finally realize that. 

Gai’s expression shifted and Kakashi worried for a moment he might cry instead, but in a flash he was back to kissing him again, a renewed fervor and heat behind the slide of his lips, fingers tangling in his silver hair, tugging gently, body pressing him into the mattress. 

Kakashi felt dizzy, almost drunk, the sudden realization of finally, finally closing this gap well under way like a punch of air to his lungs, like coming up from underwater too fast. He moaned as he felt Gai suddenly grind against him, felt the heat of his growing erection press against his own. He canted his hips up in response, seeking the exhilarating friction once more. When he found it he had to consciously resist rutting up against him into oblivion, the feeling was so jarringly pleasurable. He gasped against Gai’s lips and lifted his knees a bit, parting his legs more so Gai could sink down onto him. 

“Kakashi,” he breathed, and a shiver jangled up his spine. Gai ran his hands along his chest and belly, sending goosebumps to rise across his flesh. He sighed, letting his arms slide up above his head as Gai kissed down his neck and chest, marking up his clavicle with gentle love bites and carefully avoiding his freshly dressed wounds. He tipped his head back and shuddered as Gai’s lips closed around his nipple and he sucked gently.  A whimper escaped him as Gai trailed his tongue in circles around the sensitive bud, flicking and nibbling teasingly.  Kakashi felt hot and cold all at once, and he wondered if he’d even last very long at this rate.  The last time he’d had sex was years ago - a quick romp with Tenzou in the forest behind the ANBU barracks, hot and sweaty and over in minutes.  Such was their way usually, but the last time he’d had anything like this, he couldn’t even remember.

Truthfully, he’d never had anything like this.  

Gai was so tender, so affectionate, every touch and kiss so reverent and measured, like Kakashi was made of honey and Gai was laving and licking and pulling sweet strands from him.  It was in such contrast to what he was used to from him - loud and big and bombastic, vibrant and exuberant, he’d half expected Gai to be that way in the bedroom.  But even before now, when they’d kiss and touch and snuggle up at night, Gai was always like this, always tender and gentle.  Kakashi knew part of this was likely his own skittishness and Gai’s sensitivity to it, but the intention behind each of Gai’s movements was always love and adoration, Kakashi could feel it.

Gai moved down to his waistline, fingers sliding along the hem of his pants.  Kakashi’s breath hitched and he squirmed a bit as Gai’s touch tickled him slightly.

“I’d like to use my mouth on you first,” Gai said.  “Is that ok?”

“Yeah,” Kakashi responded, maybe a little too quickly.  “Yes.  Yeah.  Absolutely.”

Gai smiled and gave his belly button a little peck before slowly tugging down his pants and underwear, sliding them down his legs, quickly unspooling his ankle bindings and slipping them off his feet.  Kakashi licked his lips and looked down at himself, pale and scar-flecked in the dim glow of Gai’s bedroom, wounds from his fight with Zabuza bandaged tight and spanning across his chest.  His erection jutted out from between his legs unabashedly, laying on his lower pelvis, a dusty pink shade, and Kakashi felt himself itching to cover up as Gai’s eyes traveled across his skin like his hands had just done.  He could feel the gaze like tickling pinpricks, not exactly unwelcome but still foreign.  Gai had seen Kakashi naked before, plenty of times really, but something about now, something about his nakedness being a sure preamble for what was to come made him feel simultaneously anxious and giddy.  He met Gai’s eyes with his and Gai smiled.

“Still ok?” he asked softly, petting his thigh, and oh, that was really lovely.

“Yeah,” Kakashi breathed.  Gai nodded and kissed his knee, kissed a line up his inner thigh, his leg hair tickling with his breaths.  Kakashi curled his toes again as Gai made his way to briefly nuzzle the space between his thigh and pubic bone, nosing the darker silver curls there before he slowly leaned up and licked a stripe up the underside of his erection.  Kakashi jolted with the sensation, gasping and swallowing thickly, and Gai pulled back briefly but he shook his head.

“It’s fine,” he reassured.  “Just…it’s been a while…”

“Do not fret,” Gai said, smiling up at him and tracing a small circle on his inner thigh.  “I’ll take good care of you.”

Lord, Kakashi could have wept.  This man, this ridiculous perfect man.  Gai was beaming up at him as the soft light shimmered in his eyes and against his skin, a gentle smile on his lips, just centimeters from the head of his cock and yet somehow he still looked so incredibly tender and sweet while simultaneously, undeniably sexy.   Kakashi could only bite his lip, chest heaving with a bracing breath as Gai winked at him before taking him into his mouth.

Sparks of pleasure sparkled behind his eyes as he tipped his head back and slid them closed, gasping and sighing as Gai took him down to the hilt with one swift movement, sudden and delicious, his skin alight with sensation as goosebumps rippled along his arms and legs.  He whimpered as Gai began to move, bobbing his head slowly and steadily, luscious lips sliding along his length with a sheen of saliva trailing behind.  Kakashi was stricken, he hadn’t realized how he’d wanted this, how badly he’d wanted this from Gai, how idiotic he’d been to allow his fears to once again deprive him of the glorious feeling of being wanted and wanting.  He ventured a glance down and oh, that was almost too much - Gai, sliding along his cock, with his heated gaze and his slightly tousled hair now that Kakashi’s hand had mindlessly found its way into it, the way he was slightly smiling around him and humming, good lord, vibrating around him and sending spindles of pleasure through every nerve in his body.  Kakashi was starstruck.

“God, Gai,” he breathed.  “You…you’re so…”

Beautiful gorgeous amazing fantastic hilarious ridiculous perfect perfect perfect–

Gai sucked at the tip of his cock and Kakashi yelped softly, shuddering as he felt the flat of his tongue press and swirl.  He gripped his hair, unconsciously sliding him down a bit, and Gai obliged him, humming again as he took him deep into his throat and back out again, the soft noises he made positively electrifying.  Kakashi fisted the duvet and floated on the feeling, barely able to keep his eyes on Gai, so focused on the delicious velvet heat of his mouth, the pulse of his cock against his tongue, the scent of Gai’s arousal suddenly swirling around him like the lingering aromas from their teacups in the other room.

After a few moments Gai came up for air, gasping softly as Kakashi fell from his lips in a small wet pop.  Kakashi pet his hair back and looked down, flushed and heaving, hungry for more.

“Good?” Gai asked, wiping his lips with the back of his hand.  Kakashi wanted to bite him.

“Amazing,” he said, a little alarmed at how breathy his voice had become.  He swallowed and cleared his throat.  “I want more.”

“And you shall have it,” Gai said with a smile that was only slightly smug - hell, whatever, he deserved it.  A few more minutes of that and Kakashi would have short-circuited in no time. 

Gai moved away from him then for just a moment, sliding off the end of the bed to wiggle out of his jumpsuit the rest of the way.  Kakashi sat up and watched, and when Gai’s now fully erect cock sprang free, he felt a twist of apprehension, twinged with a stupefied sense of delight.

Gai had certainly… grown , since they were kids.

His jumpsuits left little to the imagination, sure, but Kakashi hadn’t really seen just how much Gai had grown until now, with the very thing before him, commanding attention much like the man it was attached to.  It was damn near intimidating, and the thought of it being anywhere near to inside him made his stomach do flips.  His own cock twitched and he almost made grabby hands at him, suddenly desperate to taste, touch, feel, hold, take Gai’s everything into him, his mind going blank before careening into filth.  Kakashi - only a little humiliatingly - felt his mouth water and he swallowed, licking his lips, blinking a few times to re-orient himself.

“What?” Gai asked, suddenly looking down in mild alarm.  “What is it?”

“Nothing,” Kakashi said, swallowing again.  “Nothing it’s…you’re…”

“Is it too much?” Gai said, frowning a bit.  “It’s no matter.  We don’t have to do anything, if you feel it might be too– I mean, I am certainly not trying to brag, but I don’t want–”

“Gai,” Kakashi said.  Silly man.  “It’s fine.  More than fine.  It’s…pretty fucking fantastic, actually.”

Gai blushed and ran his hand through his hair - strange, it was unlike him to be so self-conscious, but it was endearing and sweet and holy hell his cock was so distracting Kakashi couldn’t stop staring.

“We can do whatever you are comfortable with, my rival,” Gai said.  “Or nothing at all.  We have all the time in the world.”

Kakashi wanted to pounce on him, devour him, feel every single inch inside him until he forgot what it felt like to be without it.  His emotion and arousal surged and twined, and he was certain now that any anxiety around this moment had been so lethally unwarranted he almost wished he could go back in time and have this sooner, or at least smack himself around a bit and scold, “what the hell are you thinking? Do you know how incredible he is?  Do you know how lucky you are?  Stupid man, stupid stupid man.  He loves you and he will love you so terribly, so wonderfully, so fully and wholly, like nothing you’ve had before.”

“‘Kashi?” Gai asked gently.  “Do you…want to keep going?”

Kakashi nodded, vigorous and dumb.  He let his eyes flicker over Gai’s body and shuddered.  The dips and curves of his physique, his large hands, sculpted arms, sturdy shoulders and almost pillowy chest of muscle.  He opened his mouth, closed it again, afraid of the words threatening to spill unending from his lips.

Gai, blessedly, thankfully, took this as a sign to return to the bed, hovering over him and kissing him deeply, and Kakashi whimpered against his lips as he felt the head of his cock drag along his own, almost burning.  Gai’s scent filled his olfactories and he spun out into it, fire and crackling wood, scorched stone, grass beneath sunlight.  He licked into Gai’s mouth hungrily, nearly growling against him, legs parting to seek the slide of flesh once more, this time without the barrier of clothing.  He moaned when he felt it, the heavy swell of Gai’s cock dropping between his legs, so close, so achingly close to where he needed it to be.

“Easy, love,” Gai said when they broke.  “Just a bit longer, I promise.”

He reached over to his bedside table, fishing around as Kakashi leaned up to nuzzle his face between Gai’s pectorals, enjoying the scratch of his chest hair.  When he settled back above him, he held a bottle of lube in his hands.  Kakashi felt his breath catch in his throat and he nodded despite Gai’s lack of prompting.  Gai chuckled.

“You’re so eager,” he remarked - an innocent observation, but Kakashi felt his eyes widen and his heart skip a beat.  “I must say I am really enjoying this.”

Gai slicked his fingers with the lube and slid down again, peppering kisses along the way, and once settled between his knees, he began to press at his tight ring of muscle with slow circling motions.  Kakashi sighed, consciously leaning back to relax his tense muscles.  He knew he’d need to - especially now - and he desperately wanted to enjoy this.  He hummed lowly as Gai began to breach him with his fingers, sliding and swirling, taking his time, making him shudder and mewl softly.  He felt his large, long fingers wrap around his cock again, stroking in time with the thrust of his fingers, and Kakashi arched up now, the wetness from his precum causing just the right amount of slick friction as Gai attended to his entrance with careful motions.  Two fingers, three fingers, scissoring and spreading as they slid out, twisting as they slid in, then the brush of a knuckle, the pad of a finger, against his prostate, and Kakashi was writhing now, whimpering, nearly drooling, his cock leaking as Gai’s hand remained steady and slow. 

He was going to lose his mind.

“G-Gai,” he whined - oh, he was going to beg, he just knew it - “Gai please, please, I need you.  I can’t take this anymore.”

Gai’s hand paused and released his cock, coming up to stroke his side soothingly.

“Hush, I know,” he said - perfect perfect perfect - as he slowly slid his fingers from him.  “Alright.  You ready?”

“Yes,” Kakashi said with every single fiber of his being.  “Yes, yes, please, yes.”

Gai huffed a chuckle laced with a growl and Kakashi couldn’t bear to watch, couldn’t look at him, just knew it would wreck him if he did, as Gai slicked his cock with lube before repositioning to hover over him once more.

“Tell me,” Gai said.  “Tell me if it’s not good, and we can stop.  We can stop any time, ok?”

How, why, why was he talking about stopping when he hadn’t even started?  He knew it was important but with every nerve-ending practically vibrating with need Kakashi almost wanted to scold him.  He had to briefly shake his head to clear his thoughts before he finally met Gai’s eyes with his own.

Oh, Gai.  He was absolutely everything.   

Kakashi would go blind if it meant this was the last thing he’d ever see.

“Ok,” Kakashi breathed, because it was all he could do.  “Ok.”

“Ok,” Gai agreed.  And with that, he began to push forward, slowly, achingly slow, the slick tip of his cock pushing, pressing, before finally breaching and stretching his tight hole and sliding inside.

Kakashi was set alight.

The stretch was incredible, delectable, stinging with a fierce delight as inch by inch Gai slid into him.  He’d pull back marginally, then push forward just a bit more, little by little, working to allow Kakashi’s body to adjust to the intrusion.  Kakashi was shaking, his body rushing to push endorphins through him as tears sprung to his eyes reflexively.  Gai was so much, the fill was so intense, for a brief moment he thought perhaps it’d be too much, that maybe he’d been over-eager, that after so much time, even with prep, he wouldn’t be able to do this.

But he wanted, oh god, he wanted he wanted he wanted to do this.

Gai was shuddering above him, panting heavily and sweating, but always in control of his body, always under full command of every muscle and sinew, and he remained calm and restrained in his movements, his thrusts gentle and measured, watching him with intensity.  

Kakashi couldn’t even think, couldn’t form any words, couldn’t string together a logical thought if he tried.  All he knew was Gai - Gai’s body, Gai’s scent, Gai’s incredible thickness and heat, Gai, Gai, Gai–

“Gai.”

An age passed it seemed before Gai was able to push to his hilt, a small bump against Kakashi’s pelvis when he finally bottomed out, the nudge of his thick dark curls against his sensitive skin.  Kakashi trembled and whimpered, heaving raggedly, legs a quivering tangle of limb and arms and hands clinging to Gai’s body like he’d melt if he didn’t hold on.  Gai stayed still, waiting, breathing, throbbing inside him and Kakashi hiccupped, blinking away the bleary vision that had come once again in response.  He felt Gai, felt him deeper than he’d felt anything, felt him burning and pulsing and it was almost more than he could bear.

“Kakashi,” Gai said.  His hand reached up and smoothed his hair from his damp forehead.  “Breathe, love, deep breaths, you ok?”

“Y-Yeah,” he managed, heaving breaths and desperately fighting his body to relax.  “Yeah, yeah, ‘m ok.”

“Is it too much?”

“No no no.  It’s good, it’s…it’s s-so good.”

Gai leaned down and kissed him, slowly and gentle, soothing, like cool water in the blaze of summer heat.  Kakashi moaned, clenching and unclenching around him as he kissed, enjoying the little hitches of breath Gai would catch on his lips each time.  He felt Gai shift slightly, an aborted thrust in response to the pressure in his walls, and Kakashi responded with an experimental cant of his hips.  A blitz of pleasure shot up his spine and he sighed.

“You can move,” he said finally against Gai’s ear.  “Move, please, I want you.”

“Fuck, ok, ok, yeah,” Gai said, bracing with his forearms.  “Oh god, I want you too.  I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“Take me,” Kakashi breathed.  “Take me.  I’m yours.”

The words were like a whip crack in the air, an unsaid promise now finally fulfilled.  Kakashi felt the snap of them with each thrust as Gai fulfilled his plea, hips driving into him with precision, thrusts pressing breaths and moans and yelps from his lungs, the mattress creaking beneath the weight of their love-making as the world fell away into nothing.  Kakashi was lost, adrift in sensation, crying out in ecstasy as Gai carved into him with every movement, staking his claim to his body, his mind, his heart.  Every piece of him surrendered, every ounce of himself he gave willingly as Gai drew closer and closer to euphoria with every snap of his hips.  He grappled along Gai’s back, hands splaying and scrabbling along the sweat-slick expanse as he searched for anything to pull him even closer, his weeping cock rubbing between their bellies, swollen and singed with every blissful shock of friction.  Gai pressed his face into his neck and sucked marks into his skin, licking and biting and groaning praises into him, as if the words could permeate his flesh and find their way into his heart.  Kakashi wrapped his legs around him, pitching himself upwards so Gai’s cock nudged his sweet spot with each thrust and he was tumbling now, free-falling, pleasure like fire around him, consuming all, blotting out anything, peeling away everything he was until he was nothing at all.

It was over far too soon.

With a cry and a jolt, Kakashi felt his body seize as his climax roared through him and he released in hot spurts onto their bellies and chests, his back arching and then bending as he felt the waves of his finish take him under.  Gai was quick to follow, coming with a deep groan of his name as his cock throbbed and his release spilled deep, impossibly deep inside him.  Kakashi whimpered and gasped as he crossed his legs against the small of Gai’s back, flexing to press him into him closer, as close as he possibly could, desperate and greedy for every drop.

When it finally passed, Gai collapsed onto him and hummed, rumbling pleasant and heavy like a satisfied tiger.  He kissed him lazily on the temple, the shoulder, anywhere he could reach with a slight turn of his head.  Kakashi panted beneath him, relishing the feeling of Gai’s cock slowly softening inside him, gradually shrinking up until he felt him slip slowly out of him and the two of them flinched slightly. 

“You ok?” Gai asked finally, his voice raspy and low.  He moved to prop himself up a bit, looking down at Kakashi with a soft, affectionate smile.  Kakashi exhaled, deeply satisfied and completely spent.

“Perfect,” he said.  “Amazing.  Incredible.”

Gai chuckled. 

“You’re going to give me a complex,” he said, kissing his nose before slowly rolling off of him to lay on his back with a sigh.  “You were pretty incredible too.”

“I do ok,” Kakashi said with a small shrug.  He smiled as Gai chuckled again.  He turned to face him and reached out to brush his hand down his cheek, still desperate to touch him, still note quite ready to be fully separate in his own skin yet.

“I love you,” Gai said then, a very quiet admission, one they’d only just begun to say with the clarity they meant, one no longer veiled in things like challenge me or welcome home or I’ve got your back.   Kakashi swallowed and watched as Gai kissed his palm, nosing the spot, trailing his lips along a line of Chidori scarring. 

Perfect Gai.  The sun through the mist.  The break in the clouds.

His everything.  His man of destiny.

“Love you too.”