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On a secluded island, far from the Hidden Leaf Village, today was a sunny day! The waters glittered like diamonds, palm trees danced with the wind, and the parrots chirped.
There are only two men who are using the lonely island for their vacation.
"Shit…it's so hot here,” Obito said, holding his surfboard and beach things in each arm.
Iruka, who stood next to him, took over the beach stuff Obito was carrying.
“Just when we arrived here, I felt drenched in sweat.”
“Let's get our stuff ready then, Iruka-san.”
They both went with their bare feet across the beach, the sand hot underneath their soles. They picked a place in the shade an hour earlier and set up their things there.
As Iruka opened the beach umbrella, he saw Obito strip off his garments, revealing a golden micro bikini set. His jaw dropped at the sight.
Obito felt his gaze on him and turned his head towards the chuunin, thinking that his choice of bathing suit was quite… peculiar.
“Oh, well, you see…—" Obito nervously stammered, feeling a blush creep up on his face.
“I'm wearing the same set of bikinis too!”
Iruka cuts him off mid-sentence as he strips his own garments to reveal his golden bikini.
Obito felt pleasantly surprised by the twist.
The two of them found each other's bikinis around their bodies very enticing; with Iruka, it complements his roundness and soft belly and how tightly his top snuggles on his chest, compared to Obito's, with the opposite, how much the bottom piece of his bikini makes his ass look rounder.
“Well, don't we look nice together?” Obito chuckled.
“Very, but I think I pulled this off better than you here. “Iruka said, pulling the string on his top bikini lightly with his thumb out.
“You got that right with the 'Off' part, Iruka-san.” Obito mused as he felt Iruka slap him on his shoulder and roll his eyes out.
Later that day, while they both enjoy their vacation together, Obito gives up surfing for a while after falling off his board multiple times. Iruka, on the other hand, was lying on his belly, sunbathing.
As Obito comes by, he puts the surfboard next to their beach bag, exhausted from the surf attempts.
He looks over at the relaxed chuunin.
“Aren't you tan enough, Iruka-san?”
“I'm not really tanning, Obito-san. Just trying to relax here.” Iruka said, leaning his head against his arms.
Obito hummed in response.
“How did surfing go for you?"
Obito cringed at the question, scratching his head.
“Not as easy as I imagined. Don't know how Bakashi knows how to surf better than me! Pah!
Iruka turns around to face Obito. “To be honest, what can't he do? He's a walking inspiration for other shinobis in the Hidden Leaf Village, which I can respect but couldn't care less about. I wish I could cook as well as he does, though.”
“Have you tasted Bakashi’s cooking before?”
Obito slides closer towards Iruka.
“Yeah, he invites me over to his place when he does cookouts. Good stuff, man. And the way he seasons the dishes tastes so right, too.”
“Sounds like you and Kakashi spend a lot of time together as of recently…are you two going out or something?” Obito grinned at him.
“Uh," Iruka flustered as he looked away and drew circles on his spot. “I don't think so… we're not an item, I swear!”
“No need to be humble and modest here, Iruka-san!” Obito waves off, reassuring him. “I'm surprised that Kakashi shows any interest in anybody! Guess it's official that he wasn't into girls after all.” He shrugged.
“Don't just assume things like that! And I thought you two were together. At least that's what the other thinks back in Konoha, and you two share history.”
Obito scratches his head again while Iruka sits up with his arms crossed together.
“Really? I hadn't noticed that if I'm being honest.”
"Aha?" Iruka said, looking perplexed at the crowned great hero of the Hidden Leaf Village.
“You know him by now, too! He's not the kind of man who knows how to talk about his feelings.”
Obito pouts, crossing his arms as Iruka did earlier, while the latter sighs.
"Yeah, that's true."
Iruka lies back flat on his stomach, focusing on relaxing again, while Obito leans back on his palms. Looking over at the chunin again, curiously, as he licks his bottom lip.
“Have you and Kakashi kissed yet?”
Flabbergasted, Iruka threw himself out of the focus zone after hearing the question.
“Say what?”
“You heard me, Iruka-san. And it's between you and me here anyway. Who else is going to listen to this besides me?”
“Er, right." Iruka loosens up from his tense, embarrassed state, caressing his scar on his face. “I'd say no, but I'm not sure if kisses on the cheek count as much as kissing on the lips.”
Obito nodded to the response as he slid closer towards Iruka.
“What if we were to share a kiss?”
“Oh," Iruka gulped, words getting stuck in his throat as it caused him to stammer. “... I wouldn't mind that, Obito-san.”
“I take it as a yes, then?”
Obito cups Iruka's face with one hand, rubbing against the other man's cheekbones as he admires the color of blush he wears across his scarred face.
“Yes, I'd like a kiss from you,” Iruka affirms, inching his face to Obito's, closing the gap between them.
Their first kiss was soft, light on the lips, and together. Both of them felt amazed by the feeling.
It ended shortly, only for Obito to ask, “Can we kiss again?”
Iruka nodded, and this time Obito's approach was a little more active than the first one. He engulfs his lips around Iruka's mouth, with his tongue sliding across the other's lips, pleading to enter.
The Chuunin reciprocated the kiss and invited Obito's tongue inside his mouth. While Obito held his face against his, Iruka shifted his position to embrace him.
His hands wander around Obito's body and grip his round as the other tugs Iruka's bikini top.
“Whoa, you're quite perverted here, Sensei.” Obito grins, saying this in between kisses.
“There are a lot of things you have yet to discover about me, hero of the Hidden Leaf Village.”
While he doesn't like hearing his title brought up usually, the way Iruka rolls it on his tongue gives him much more fuel to his half-hard cock.
Iruka then drags Obito closer to him, their bodies having no more space between them. They still made out and started to grind each other's hips together.
In the process, they both ripped each other's bathing suits off their bodies, Iruka trying to match the rhythm with the way Obito strokes their cocks together.
The two of them were a panting mess, loads of pre-cum starting to stick onto their abdomens. The edge makes them both cry a little.
“You know what I just realized?" Obito said, gasping a little as the stroking became sloppier the closer he got to climax.
"Hm, what?” Iruka groans, panting heavily and biting his lower lip.
“I feel like this is the kind of scene Kakashi would kill to see us like this.”
“What makes you say that?”
Iruka gasped for a moment, holding Obito's arms with his palms and spreading his legs further to grant him more space.
“We are his favorites, aren't we? He would jerk off even when we are literally standing next to each other. I bet that little pervert even inserts us as his favorite characters from his dirty little books to get off.”
“Ah, damn… would he really do that to us?"
“You want to ask him that yourself?”
“I think I wouldn't need to, hm.
Iruka grips onto Obito's arms, his eyes tight shut, while he feels the other's forehead press against his. Obito stopped stroking their dicks together and instead fully let their glands grind against each other.
“Holy shit, Iruka, I'm about to bust!”
“Shit, me too. Don't stop, Obito!”
Like the tip of an active volcano, the two Shinobis are about to reach their absolute peak mutually. Iruka gripped hard onto Obito's shoulders as the other folded Iruka's legs in half.
“What are you doing, Senpai?”
Yamato was standing behind Kakashi, who was holding his phone and writing in his Google Docs document.
“When did you get back here, Tenzou?”
Kakashi laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head.
“Just now. I've been gone for about 4 hours, you know?” Yamato puts the groceries on the table, and Kakashi acknowledges them. He remembers asking him if he could pick him up some food on the way back after finishing a D-rank mission. “What were you writing?”
“Nothing that concerns you!” Kakashi responded quickly, hiding the content from Yamato.
Only for Yamato to use his wood-style jutsu that would slap the phone from Kakashi's hand and fly towards the younger shinobi.
“Tenzou!” Kakashi stands up, all the embarrassment making him lose his guard, and Yamato cuffs him with wood style just in time before his superior jumps him.
“Oh my god… You were writing smut this whole time, senpai?" Yamato said, looking shocked and amused at the same time as he read this.
“Stop reading it, or I swear I'll put you in your place back, Tenzou!”
Kakashi aggressively wiggles while Yamato reads what's on his phone, trying not to laugh.
“Oh, are you sure you're not the one regretting this? Wait until I show Obito and Iruka this ‘masterpiece of writing’ you did here. And I thought having one of the legendary Sannins create smut books was crazy.”
“You WOULDN’T dare… “Kakashi grows as he still tries to free himself from the wooden shackles.
“You shouldn't have written this in the first place, then! Bye bye!"
And then Yamato went off with his phone to show it to the two people he had made wear bikinis and frolic together on an isolated island.
The very thing that helped him cope with all the misery and gruesome aftermath of war is going to ruin his relationship between his closest friend and the cute teacher he both had a crush on.
So, writing porn ruins your life. In that regard, socially.