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“How was your day?” Kakashi asks from the kitchen upon hearing Gai pass the entrance door.
He has been blessed this semester with an empty schedule on Thursday afternoons and has been immensely enjoying this weekly househusband simulator day, taking care of groceries, cleaning a bit, and, more importantly, getting to make sure his husband would come back home to some baked goods and a nice dinner every time.
Today is no exception, and the nice smell of cinnamon hanging in the room does a perfect job of invigorating Gai after a day of kindergarteners screaming in his ears. (He loves them. Of course. They are, as all children he’s had under his care over the years, his pride and joy in every moment. But they are still loud, nonetheless, and he is turning forty in a year, and his eardrums are starting to suffer the wear of twenty years of youthful enthusiasm being projected onto them. He will not admit this to Kakashi, however. He would call him old, and Gai cannot let that happen.)
“Excellent, as always, Rival!” he answers instead, omitting the vomit accident that caused him to come home almost half an hour later than he normally does. “How about yours?”
“My morning students have been as sleepy as usual, and I’m really starting to consider organising collective naps instead of lectures on Sarugaku Nou history, but I have been free from nineteen-year-olds for some hours now, so all is well. And I made buns.”
“I can smell that, and I hope they are ready to eat soon because I could definitely use a snack.”
Kakashi’s eyebrows rise in judgmental expression.
“I see. So interested in my buns you’re not even going to kiss me hello first.” He sighs dramatically. “This is it. We have finally reached the point of old loveless marriage after ten years.”
Gai gasps, equally dramatically, except it’s always harder with him to tell how much of it is fake and how much of it is sincere.
“How dare you insult our union like that! I’ll let you know I would have very much kissed you already if you had deigned walking up to the entrance for it.”
This is true, without a doubt. There is rarely a moment where Gai is not very welcoming of any display of affection Kakashi might have coming his way. Except maybe during board games and wrestling. He says it’s an undignified diversion strategy and that Kakashi should be ashamed.
He isn’t. It’s not his fault his husband is hot, and he is usually the most distracted of the two anyway.
“Alright, alright. I’m sorry. I’m coming,” he apologises, taking off his apron so as to not cover his husband in loose flour and whatever else he might have going on at this point of the afternoon.
Gai’s lips are warm and soft when he finally kisses them, and for the thousandth time in his life, Kakashi wonders exactly what his trick is that even in the cold early-March weather he always feels like he’s just taken a nice bath under a glowing sun.
It’s a shame he made those buns, actually. Now he’s going to have to quit kissing Gai and sit at a table instead of tricking him into making out on the couch for the next half hour.
“Let’s eat,” he says when he finally gets himself to pull out.
He can always do that later.
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Later happens to end up being a whole lot later than Kakashi had anticipated it to between Gai’s retelling of his day, his insistence that Kakashi would do the same, the time to walk the pack before night-time because he will get berated by his husband if he only goes out in the middle of the night and keeps being avoidant of people and sunlight (and he still does that, often, but Gai’s right, he needs to put himself in the world a bit too) and then dinner. By the time he gets to put his hands on him again, they are in pyjamas already.
Well, Kakashi is in pyjamas and has been for almost half an hour. Gai is just out of the bathroom and is still in his pants and a T-shirt that most would probably call a little small and that Kakashi would call perfect thank you very much. So when he transfers himself to the edge of the bed to take his clothes off and this time, yes, put on a pyjama, Kakashi stops him.
He nuzzles his back, one hand around his belly and one intertwining their fingers together to prevent him from acting on his clothing situation further, and presses a kiss behind his ear.
“Do you need anything, Beloved?” Gai asks with a playful inflexion in his voice.
They both very much know what he needs at this point; they’ve been together for long enough for Gai to know how to read into Kakashi’s clinginess. (Not that it has ever been particularly subtle anyway, to be honest.) But what can he say, Gai enjoys the clinginess and knows the question will make it worse.
Like clockwork, Kakashi nods in his neck with a breath that sends shivers down his spine, and moves his hand lower to grab at his groin.
“I would really enjoy getting dicked right now,” he admits a bit too casually for the way he’s already rubbing Gai through his pants.
“You should have told me that before I went to the bathroom,” Gai comments. “I could have done an injection.”
“It wasn’t this dire yet. But then I waited for you alone in bed for twenty minutes and I started getting ideas.”
What had been simply the general idea that he would enjoy touching dicks a bit tonight and maybe fondle his husband’s tits if he was lucky enough had then spiralled out of control into what it is now, which is to say, a boner so hard it hurts and the embarrassing feeling he might start to whine if he doesn’t manage to convince Gai to spread his ass very soon.
“Would you do one now?” he asks.
Gai turns his head to the side to offer a brief kiss in response, then tragically picks Kakashi’s hand up to take it off him.
“I think I might not be up to the whole ordeal this time, honestly,” he admits.
It’s not that much of an immense work. He could just get back in his chair and to the kitchen to pick up his medication, do his injection, get himself a bit worked up with Kakashi for the ten minutes it takes for it to start acting, and let them both have a bit of fun.
It’s more that he’s just reached the point of the day where he is finally done with medical endeavours and can settle in bed without having to see latex gloves or bottles of sanitiser until the next morning, and all that he has grown used to them – it is life, and it is a good life – it stays a sore spot for him to never get to just do things and always have to think about the logistics and timing of every simple action.
Tonight, he is opting out.
Kakashi sits back on his heels.
“Okay.” He knows the feeling too. “Are we going to bed then?”
He’ll settle for it if that’s what it is. He has pined for Gai for fifteen years before getting there. Going to sleep thinking about the feeling of his hands on him is a matter he excels in. Plus, he’ll probably still get some cuddles at least this once. That’s better. (And worse, in many ways, but he’s a grown man capable of surviving his sexual frustration, probably.)
Gai pesters.
“Don’t underestimate me like this, Rival. I’m sure I can take care of you without it!”
Kakashi does not doubt this fact one second, and it is most definitely not what he was implying. He simply figured Gai may not be interested in sex at all tonight and didn’t want to push. He doesn’t say any of that, though, because Gai knows it and, more importantly, because Kakashi likes it when his husband gets riled up and challenge-y like that, and he is in a very vulnerable state right now. (Horny.)
“Get ready, I’ll be back in a minute,” he continues before transferring to his wheelchair again to go for the set of drawers on the other corner of the bedroom.
Nice. That’s the one where their few toys are stored. (That’s also the one where the dogs’ meds are stored, somehow, as well as some Christmas socks, but Kakashi is still fairly confident the toys are what Gai is aiming for.)
“Take the, um-, the normal one,” Kakashi requests while battling for freedom with his boxer shorts.
“The red one?”
He is almost certain there are two red ones, but he’s gotta trust that Gai knows the difference between a dick that can be shoved in his husband’s ass for a quick round of fun without too much trouble, and one that will take half an hour to get in if it ever does.
“Yeah, the red one.”
When Gai is back next to the bed with what, to Kakashi’s limited eyesight, does seem like the correct toy, Kakashi is lightly stroking himself already, in the hope it will take the edge off a bit and that the whole process will be more enjoyable if he isn’t as sensitive and begging for touch as he is now.
“Come here,” Gai invites.
“Are you staying in your chair?”
Gai hums.
“Unless that’s an issue.”
“Not at all,” Kakashi assures, moving closer to the edge of the bed so that his most important bits are within reach of his husband.
Although Kakashi does enjoy having Gai’s body in bed next to him – as any reasonable man would – there are also a number of positions that simply will not work like that. He is willing to pay the price of not making out as it happens to be able to just lie down and get fucked.
One or two more minutes of preparation pass by after that before Gai’s hands are finally on him – the left one at the back of his thigh, the right one, wet and cold with lube, tracing the line of his crack already – and Kakashi lets out an audible sigh.
“I’m sorry, I feel like I’m being needy today,” he says, although evidently not feeling guilty enough about it not to appreciate the thumb gently probing at his rim.
“I’m always happy to see you like this, Darling,” Gai assures in return. “Still so enthusiastic for me after ten years!”
Kakashi chuckles.
“I’ve been horny for you for way longer than that.”
Gai’s thumb pushes through entirely and whatever playful offended comment he might make in reaction is drowned by both the swear that comes out of Kakashi’s mouth, and the static filling up his brain at the sensation.
Part of him frankly just wants to end it here. He’s too hot, too close, too sensitive, and if he vaguely tried, he could no doubt make himself finish in the next minute.
He knows that the rest will be good, though, better even, and that he must be patient enough for the rawness of the feeling to recede.
Gai’s thumb tugs down at his rim and he feels himself opening stupidly easily for it, which his partner must notice because he withdraws it right after that to push in his middle and ring finger instead.
While Kakashi quickly adapts to the stretch, the more precise and targeted stimulation he gets from it is entirely too much.
“Please don’t-” he gasps when the pad of Gai’s fingers presses at his prostate, causing his erection to twitch and leak weakly on his stomach.
“Sorry. Sensitive today?” Gai asks without stopping his movement but being more careful and gentler with the placement of his finger.
That’s one way to put it.
“Yep.”
It is honestly a little humiliating how worked up he got himself just at the thought Gai might fuck him tonight if he asked, but also, the humiliation is not not doing it for him, so.
“I think I’m good,” he says, way too out of breath for what they’ve been doing so far.
He’s not wholly sure he is good – although his body seems very pliant today at least, so this should still work out – but he is also not staying another minute waiting for the next step. He needs that fucking dick in.
The absence of Gai’s fingers in him when he complies is almost distressing, but it thankfully doesn’t last long.
“Holly fuck,” he lets out when the head of the toy passes his rim.
“Are you okay?”
Very much so.
“Yes, please-” he starts and doesn’t finish his sentence, favouring instead fumbling around with his eyes closed until he reaches Gai’s wrist and pulls on it.
Gai chuckles.
“Slow down, Rival. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not. Just put it i-”
He doesn’t get to finish his sentence before the air is punched out of his lungs by the toy entering his rear with its full length.
The rhythm of the thrusts Gai sets at first is somehow both perfect and unbearable. Regular and slow, enough for Kakashi to feel every inch in and every inch out, never pulling out, always pushing all the way back in, and rubbing against his wall everywhere on their way. It’s overwhelming, but not the same kind as before. Less raw and burning, and more like a wave that ebbs and flows but keeps his head underwater every second of it regardless.
He is panting and rolling his eyes back every so often, and Gai more than enjoys the spectacle before him. His shirt is still on but has wrinkled up when he lied down, enough to expose his lower belly and navel and the grey hair covering them. His cock sits on it, moving with the rhythm of his breathing and its occasional spasming, and his thighs are covered in goosebumps.
“You are gorgeous like this.”
The sight is entirely worth the effort and would almost make him want to get more involved than he is now. Almost, because it makes him want to keep watching it happen even more.
He bends over and presses a kiss to the side of Kakashi’s knees without stopping the movement of his hand. Then to the inside of his thigh, earning himself a moan in return. Then a bit further up even and Kakashi’s hand finally dives into his hair.
His skin smells divine. Smells like him, like sweat and like arousal, like musk and ass and sex. It’s salty under his tongue when Gai licks a trace up his taint and balls and starts sucking on them. It’s hot and alive and shivering under his touch. He moves again after a moment, sucks the underside of his shaft gently, and smiles against it when Kakashi whines and his fingers clench against his scalp.
“Quicker,” he begs. “Please.”
And so Gai obliges. Fucks the toy into him with renewed vigour while still pampering his length and sack and pubes with kisses and licks.
And so Kakashi moans again, louder, almost a cry but just a little too low to fully be one. Ends up grabbing his hard and begging boner in his hand, making sure to keep it high enough that there is still space for Gai’s work on it. Fucks his fist with just the head and drowns in the dance of it all; the toy stretching his rim and gut, Gai’s warm and wet lips on his aching flesh, and the comings and goings of his palm and fingers around his oversensitive skin.
He bites into his free hand when he comes, inefficiently muffling the long whimper that accompanies his orgasm. It’s like liquid metal poured into his belly. Burning and spreading inside him and making his limbs numb and heavy. His muscles spasm and pulsate with every ripple of it, squeezing around the silicone dick inside him and slowly spurting come between his fingers that trickles down onto his stomach and pools into his belly button.
In a brief moment of playfulness and indecency, Gai licks some off his hand before kissing it and sitting back up. He stays silent for a while, enjoying the view of Kakashi’s tired, restful face. Then Kakashi blinks, and time resumes its course.
“That was nice,” he states.
“It looked like it,” Gai agrees.
“Do you want anything?”
There’s no denying this little adventure did wake some desire in him, but this still feels like a satisfying ending.
“I don’t think so, but thank you.”
Had this happened fifteen years ago, he may have said yes, jumped back onto the bed, taken mouthfuls of Kakashi’s lips while humping his stomach, and touched himself to the taste and sound and touch of him. It would have taken them a couple of minutes, it would have been nice, and he would have taken the opportunity.
Now and with the state his spine has been in for the last decade, it will be longer, more tedious, and maybe unsuccessful, and today is simply not a day he wishes to invest in this project. Another time.
It does not have to make him draw a line on the kissing part, though.
He presses his lips against Kakashi’s knees for now before backing out a bit further to finally take his clothes off while his husband gathers his strength for the tragic work of taking the toy out and cleaning it and himself up a bit before bed.
Ten minutes later, the lights are off, they are both finally under the blankets and Kakashi’s lips are finally on his.
“You are very pretty when you come, Rival,” he notes, and the remark makes Kakashi smirk.
“Or so I’ve heard. I can’t vouch for your face, but I can say you sound great when you do, if that’s any consolation. And I am, of course, certain you look flamboyant as always.”
It’s silly. Ten years ago, they were in a room just like this one, with Gai averting his gaze and Kakashi looking straight at him with a painful frown on his face, and he was so so convinced that it would never feel good. That it would never feel right. So convinced no matter how much he healed – body and soul – he wouldn’t get to touch and be touched by the man he loved, and sigh under it, and hear him sigh under it, and think it was all his to finally enjoy and offer.
It was a bit true, in a way. There isn’t a day where he really forgets about his injury. There probably isn’t one where Kakashi forgets about his either. And part of him will never stop wondering what it would have been like if only they had managed to talk to each other sooner. But it is good. And it is right. Even on low days. Even on days of pain and even on days of grief. It is life. And it is love.
“I certainly hope I do,” he answers.
“Maybe I should film you one day, just to make sure,” Kakashi says pensively.
“You are incorrigible.”
“It’s for science!”
That’s it. Gai has heard enough obscenity for tonight, time to make it stop.
There’s a muffle from another cut-short defence when Gai’s lips press against Kakashi’s again, then a chuckle, then silence.
“I love you,” he says in the darkness.
“Me too. Me too.”