| [May. 17th, 2009|05:27 am] |
Genma hadn't expected that. He'd expected a refusal. He'd expected Kakashi to walk away, finally, because Genma'd crossed the line. He'd known he was crossing the line when he told Kakashi to remove his mask.
He'd expected a fist in the gut, a brawl, blood spilled. Or a stony curse and Kakashi stalking away.
He hadn't expected submission.
And not meek submission, but hard won, cursing, furious submission.
Genma swallowed. He had control. He had training.
He wanted to make this last.
"That's better," he whispered, turning to rub his jaw against Kakashi's. There was stubble there, pale as his hair. A narrow, angular jaw, and a scarred mouth.
"Much better." He put his hand on Kakashi's hip, thumb tracing the iliac crest and down into the hollow, fingers wrapped around with gentle pressure, pulling Kakashi's pelvis closer. His other hand on Kakashi's chest kept him from closing the distance.
"What is it you want? This?" Genma rocked his hips a few scant millimeters, pushing his erection against Kakashi, then pulling away. Kakashi's fingers on his hip tightened threateningly, and his breath hitched on a fierce desperate groan. The sound sent chills through Genma.
Kakashi wanted Genma to fuck him? Well, it would be on Genma's terms. "Turn around," he whispered against that naked jaw. "And put your hands on the wall." |
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