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The stretch was delectable and the speed just perfect.
Everything was exactly how he liked it.
The gloved hand around his neck pressed down with just the right firmness, the thrusts were just hard enough to knock the wind from his lungs and the pleasant warmth above him, in him, was a complete stranger to him. Perfect.
There was nothing to think about, nothing to concern himself with.
All Kakashi had to do was lay there, legs spread, drooling like a bitch, and take it.
Take whatever the handsome stranger was giving him.
He could feel his eyes roll back in his head, could hear his own high pitched moaning and whining, but he simply let it happen.
There was no need for him to be a leader now, to be strong and tough.
Another mind numbing wave of pleasure was crashing down on him as the man angled his hips just right, dragging his heated, throbbing flesh along Kakashi’s insides in that perfect kind of way that never failed to make his toes curl with delight and the pitch of his voice lighten a few octaves.
“You like that bitch? You like my cock?”, the man barked at him, slapping him across the face with a warm, fleshy palm.
He just moaned, loudly and unrestrained, bringing his knees up further to allow the man’s pulsing manhood to thrust in even further into his body.
Kakashi could feel the hardness brush against his swollen prostate, could feel it bruising his insides, he could feel his orgasm coming closer if every punishing thrust.
“Ha-Harder”, he pressed out between loud slaps of skin on skin and the stranger obliged. The harsh pounding became harsher, the tight grasp on his throat tighter and his grasp on his sanity dwindled until he felt his mind dissolve with the force of his orgasm.
Afterwards, everything was hazy and dull.
His brain felt scattered, his hips aches pleasantly and the man was gone.
Perfect.
When he slid back into their shared room, Tenzō only smiled weakly.
The boy knew what he was doing, it wasn’t exactly a secret, and yet it still hurt a little to see the respect slowly fade from those adoring brown eyes.
But it was much too late to worry about that, he was too far gone.
He needed the quick and violent sex.
It was the only way he knew how to cope and he knew that small things like his self worth or dignity would not stop him from seeking out men that were willing to ruin him.
“Maa, Tenzō, don’t look at me like that”, Kakashi drawled, having removed his mask and flask jacket before slumping down at the Kotatsu.
“You look terrible, Senpai. I really think..”, the boy cut himself off, looking down into his sake cup.
Perfect, he really didn’t feel the need to talk about his nightly endeavors.
“The bruises?”, Kakashi asked innocently, tracing the purple marks where black leather gloves had held him in place just moments before with his finger tips, “Don’t worry so much about me”.
With that, the conversation was over.