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Thank God for Shiranui Genma’s oral fixation, Kakashi thought as he bit the inside of his mouth to hold in a groan of pleasure. The tokujō sucked harder, hollowing his cheeks, and Kakashi tensed the muscles in his thighs and sank his teeth deeper into his own soft flesh. He didn’t want things to be over too quickly and what Genma was doing to his cock felt very, very good.
“Easy,” he murmured, carding his fingers through Genma’s hair. “Let’s not rush, hm?”
“Speak for yourself, Hound,” the ANBU in the bird mask grumbled. “I want my turn before he passes out.”
Kakashi put his gloved hands behind his head and reclined on the sofa. “I just got back from a ten-day mission. Let me enjoy myself, Kō.”
The other ANBU hissed between his teeth. “No names, you moron. Does confidentiality mean nothing to you, Hatake ?”
“Sorry, sorry,” Kakashi said, smirking behind his dual masks. “I must have forgotten.”
The truth was that confidentiality didn’t mean a whole lot to him, not on the level that it did to others. How many other silver-haired shinobi were there in Kōnoha? How many who used lightning release? How many with only one Sharingan? Everybody and their mother knew that Kakashi was an ANBU and they knew exactly which one. It tended to slip his mind that the same wasn’t true for everyone.
Nonetheless, he kept his masks in place as he took his pleasure, in full uniform apart from his sandals with his trousers open only far enough for him to feed his stiff prick into Genma's welcoming mouth.
It was a little fascinating, watching Genma sucking him off. The tokujō was on his knees in the ANBU break room, his hands braced on the sofa either side of Kakashi’s thighs while he worked his cock like he’d been starving for it. Saliva dribbled from between his lips and his eyes were vacant as he bobbed up and down, up and down. Kakashi casually raised one bare foot and nudged it between Genma’s legs and the tokujō whined around his mouthful and tried to press forward for more contact against his obvious erection.
“I didn’t believe it when you told me,” one of the other ANBU in the break room—Cat, or Tenzō—said, shifting on his feet a little as he watched the scene. His tone was hushed in reverence.
“Consider it a perk of having the most dangerous job in Kōnoha,” Aoba said wryly from his seat beside Kakashi.
The room briefly fell silent aside from the obscene slurping of Genma’s mouth.
Kakashi felt himself getting close to orgasm again and took hold of Genma’s jaw to physically pull him up and off of his dick. Genma blinked several times as though he’d forgotten where he was before he looked up at him.
“Is something wrong?” he asked. His voice was scratchy like his throat had been rubbed raw. “Wasn’t I doing a good job?”
Kakashi smiled behind his masks although Genma wouldn’t see it.
“You’re doing a wonderful job. Just slow down a little.”
Genma’s cheeks were flushed pink and his hair was starting to mat to his forehead with sweat. He dragged a hand over his mouth as slowly as if he’d been drugged, still lost in the quasi-sub space that he sank into whenever he serviced the ANBU this way. Kakashi took a moment to admire his normally pin-straight hair now thick with tangles, his lust-drunk brown eyes and his pale, unblemished skin before tugging him back down to his cock.
“Play with it, Gen,” he said, petting the man’s hair.
Genma obediently licked along the length of Kakashi’s cock and sucked lovingly on the tip when he got there.
“Would anybody object,” Kō said, already unbuckling his belt, “if I fucked him now?”
Kakashi waved a hand lazily.
“Be my guest.”
“Fine by me,” Raidō piped up from his seat on the far side of the room. “I prefer his mouth anyway.”
Genma regained enough composure to raise his head and glare at Kō.
“Do I get a say?”
“I’m sorry,” Kō said, sauntering over the floor towards him with his hands in his pockets. He was a bulky man and he loomed over the skinny tokujo. “Do you not want me to make you come on my dick?”
Genma’s breath caught. Kakashi pushed his foot up against his crotch again and he shuddered then surrendered.
“I do, Hawk. Please.”
“Good puppy,” Kō said in a syrupy tone that made Kakashi wince.
Kō got behind Genma and dropped to his knees. Out of the tokujō’s sightline, he pushed his white mask to the side of his head and winked at Tenzō.
“You can take second shift, Cat.”
The youngest member of their group swallowed audibly.
Genma teased Kakashi with his talented mouth while Kō divested him of his pants, sliding them down just far enough to reveal his perky buttocks. He let out a low whistle at what he saw there.
“He came prepared this time, boys. Plugged.”
Raidō pushed himself up from his chair and crossed the room to take a look.
“Oh, shit. Very nice.”
Kakashi was torn between the desire to see their fucktoy’s plugged asshole and not wanting to stray too far from his mouth. When he shifted to stand up Genma whined in protest and opened wide to swallow him down to the root. Kakashi shuddered and made his choice, thrusting hard into the tokujō's willing throat before pulling himself free with a slick sound. He took hold of himself and rubbed gently over Genma’s parted lips.
“Such a good boy for us,” he murmured, petting the tokujō’s soft brown hair.
Genma looked up at him with glassy eyes. His mouth and chin were a shiny, slippery mess of saliva and precum. Kakashi dragged two fingers through the slick and pushed them into Genma's mouth and Genma sucked them mindlessly, keening low in his throat. He stuck out his tongue to lick at Kakashi's cockhead and Kakashi gave in to immense temptation, withdrawing his fingers and guiding Genma back down. He sank back into the warm, wet hold of the tokujō's mouth with a grateful sigh.
Being in ANBU was tough, Kō hadn’t been wrong about that. Every mission carried with it the potential for horrors of the worst kind, never mind the fact that on a good day, killing was a guarantee. Most of their work was assassination and although there was the rare mission where the stars aligned, all the intel was correct and they were able to dispatch of the target quickly and cleanly, nine times out of ten there was a chase or an ambush or a struggle and they found themselves fighting for their own lives as well as trying to end somebody else’s.
It took a certain mindset to be in ANBU, or at least to be in ANBU and not be driven mad by it. Stress relief was a vital and necessary part of the job. Sexual release was an easy and effective way to achieve it and Genma had offered his services readily. Kakashi pulled Genma’s head up and down on his cock and the tokujō let himself be manhandled that way, used as a cocksleeve for a shinobi who had, at the age of twenty one, already seen more horrors than he would likely see in his lifetime.
The uniform and the anonymity were a fetish for a lot of people and Genma was only the latest in a steady stream of willing volunteers. It was unusual for the role to be filled by a jōnin but nobody was complaining about it. Genma sucked cock like a champion and if he had any hard limits they had yet to discover them. He’d been spanked by ANBU, choked to the verge of passing out, bound and gagged and bruised and abused and still each week he showed up right on schedule with an idle grin around the senbon he rolled between his teeth, as eager as ever to perform his duty.
Behind Genma, Kō had removed the butt plug and sunk several fingers into the tokujō’s ass. Genma took it without a sound or a movement, keeping all of his focus on working Kakashi over. Kakashi lifted him off again and tugged lightly on his hair to catch his attention.
“You’re so pretty when we’re stuffing you full,” he crooned, marvelling at the way the praise made the tokujō blush a darker shade of red and squirm on his knees.
“Hound, you’re taking far too long,” Aoba said, drumming his foot against the floor. “Some of us would like to get off and get out before sunrise.”
Kakashi again rubbed his cock over Genma’s mouth and chin and cheeks.
“What do you suggest, Crow-san?”
“We share,” Aoba said, drawing his cock out of his pants.
Kakashi slapped Genma’s cheek lightly with his hand while his cock dragged over the other.
“Puppy? Does that sound good?”
Genma started to respond then lost his words to a drawn out groan as Kō entered him from behind. His fingers tightened on the sofa cushions and his eyes slipped closed.
Aoba, far less patient than Kakashi, snapped his fingers in front of Genma’s nose.
“Wake up, Shiranui. Yes or no?”
Genma nodded enthusiastically, swaying on his knees as Kō started to thrust hard into him.
“I hate to break up the party, Hawk-san, but do you think you could give us a little more space, here?” Aoba asked.
“Sure,” Kō replied easily. He shuffled backwards on his knees and dragged Genma with him with both hands on his hips. The tokujō gasped but didn’t resist, catching himself with his palms against the floor. He looked up at Aoba with bright eyes.
“Fuck my mouth, ANBU-sama,” he said.
“Don’t mind if I do,” Aoba said as he knelt in front of Genma and wasted not a moment before sliding his cock between his puffy pink lips. Genma hummed with satisfaction and Aoba hissed as he started to suck. “Shit, I forgot how good this one is.”
“Tenzō,” Kakashi said over his shoulder, once again not bothering with the illusion of anonymity. “You don’t have to wait until we’re all done. What do you want from him?”
He could hear the younger man’s quick, shallow breathing and worried that he would have a heart attack before taking his turn.
“His...his ass,” Tenzō said quietly, dropping a hand to his crotch to palm himself through his clothes. “After Kō.”
“Hm, good choice,” Kakashi drawled, lazily stroking his cock as he watched Aoba enthusiastically fucking Genma’s mouth. “He’s always so tight even after having so many of us so many times.”
Raidō wandered over and sat in Aoba’s vacated spot on the sofa beside Kakashi, his own cock already hard and out of his clothes.
“Don’t ruin him for Cat, Hawk,” he said. “When you come, put it on his face.”
“Ah,” Aoba sighed and drew back from Genma’s mouth. “You like that, don’t you, puppy? All of us getting you messy.”
“Yes,” Genma said, his voice cracking as Kō slammed into him even harder. “Yes please, ANBU-sama.”
Tenzō had started to frantically touch himself, standing by the counter watching the show. Raidō slipped off of the sofa and knelt beside Aoba.
“My turn, Gen.”
The tokujō accepted his cock greedily, moaning as he rolled it over his tongue. Raidō took a slower, more forgiving pace than Aoba had, sliding back and forth between rosy lips. Kakashi and Aoba kept themselves hard while the other man took his turn.
“O-oh, oh fuck,” Kō suddenly groaned and Genma whined as he pulled out of him. “Guys, move. I need to—”
Raidō withdrew and Kō stumbled around to Genma’s front side with a hand tight around his slick, red erection.
“Eyes up for me, puppy,” he panted.
Genma rose up onto his knees and looked placidly up at his white masked face. Kō stroked himself roughly and started to come; he angled his cock to let his release land on Genma’s upturned face and the tokujō obediently opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue to catch what he could. Kō shook his cock as he pumped it, scattering milky droplets into Genma’s hair, over his nose and cheeks.
“Get your dick out, puppy,” Aoba said, watching intently. “Show us how much you’re enjoying yourself.
Genma fumbled with his zipper and pulled out a very healthy erection, already wet at the tip. He stroked himself and let out a desperate whine as he almost immediately came over his own fist.
“Holy shit,” Tenzō said and then he, too, was stumbling towards the tokujō and stroking himself off over his upturned face. Genma’s eyes turned desperate as he looked up at the featureless cat mask and Tenzō bit back a cry as his cum landed on his cheek.
Kakashi found himself smiling indulgently as his kōhai finished and stood stunned and breathing hard over their toy.
“Couldn’t last, eh?”
He swore he could see the boy’s blush even through his mask.
“N-no, senpai.”
“That’s alright,” Kakashi said fondly. “You’ll get another chance next week. Maybe later tonight if Genma doesn’t mind working overtime.”
Genma readily shook his head and dropped back onto his hands and knees.
“More, please, ANBU-sama,” he addressed to Kakashi.
“Hm, I can’t deny such a polite request,” Kakashi drawled and slid fluidly off of the sofa to push his cock back between Genma’s lips.
Gods, but his mouth really did feel good.
Aoba got behind Genma and took Kō’s place in fucking him and Genma cried out around his mouthful of Kakashi, sensitive and easily overstimulated after his own orgasm. Kakashi stroked his now somewhat sticky hair as he pumped his cock in and out of the warmth and wet surrounding it.
“Hush, hush. It’s alright, puppy. We’ll take good care of you.”
When he felt himself starting to get close again he withdrew and let Raidō take his turn. The other man did the same and when Kakashi’s next turn arrived he urged Genma lower to suck on his heavy balls.
“Such a perfect pet for us,” Raidō cooed, cupping his palm around Genma’s bulging cheek. “Such a good little whore, Genma.”
Genma hummed his agreement around Kakashi’s testicle before letting it go with a final slurp and returning to his straining cock.
All three jōnin started to near their end and increased the pace of their fucking. Kakashi and Raidō tried to coax Genma to suck both of them at the same time but found that his lips couldn’t stretch wide enough and contented themselves instead to guide him to alternate sucking on both of their sensitive cockheads while they stroked their own shafts.
Aoba hummed in pleasure and pulled out of Genma’s ass. “Cat. You can come in him while we come on him.”
Tenzō was already hard again and he nodded eagerly and took Aoba’s place to thrust with little coordination but a lot of enthusiasm into Genma’s well used ass.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “Oh, fuck.”
Aoba’s voice held the smirk he must have worn on his face.
“It’s so cute when it’s their first time, isn’t it?”
“Please, ANBU-sama,” Genma whined pitifully, one hand frantically working his own once again swollen shaft. “Please, come on me.”
Raidō tilted Genma’s face upwards with a grip in his hair and came with a grunt, adding to the mess already coating his features. The tokujō licked cum from his lips, panting and stroking himself faster and faster.
“A-ah,” Tenzō cried out and stilled as he pumped his load into Genma’s ass.
Aoba wasn’t far behind and most of his cum went into Genma’s hair.
Kakashi could feel his own point of no return fast approaching as he was assaulted by the heavy smell of sex in the air, by the sight of Genma positively dripping with his teammates’ cum, sticky and sweaty and wrecked for them. Wrecked by them.
“Mouth open for me, puppy,” he said and Genma stuck out his tongue just before Kakashi started to come with a low groan.
The feeling of relief was like a stretched rubber band snapping. He had still been high on adrenaline, the anxiety high born from days and days of creeping through forests stalking his target, days of nothing to eat but soldier pills, days of sleeping in trees with one eye open, existing always as a creature of tension and readiness. All of it faded away for one blissful moment behind the roar of his pulse in his ears as he shot ribbons of cum onto Genma’s face.
Distantly he heard the tokujō cry out and realised that he’d also come again in his own hand but it was unimportant to him then. Kakashi gripped his cock tighter and forced out one more spurt and then he was done, tingling and exhausted in the best way, emptied of tension.
Genma blinked sleepily up at all of them, his lips parted and shining with cum. Aoba dragged two fingers through the mess all five of them had made and pushed them into the tokujō’s mouth and Genma sucked hard, moaning at the taste.
“Well done,” Raidō murmured, stroking his tangled, ruined mess of hair. “You’re the best we’ve had, Gen. So eager for us.”
Embarrassment and maybe a touch of shame finally seemed to reach Genma and he lowered his head with a self-conscious grin.
“Any of you assholes got a towel or what?”