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A bandaged hand formed a vice, twisted Kakashi’s arm behind his back, pinned him face-first against the tree trunk. The passing crowd sliced the lantern lights as the noise of the shuffling crowd drowned out their mutual laden breaths. They weren’t well hidden at all, but with the way Naruto’s other hand was desperately pulling at the back of his Yukata and then prying apart his thighs, Kakashi couldn’t bring himself to care.
His nipples pebbled from being scraped against the bark through the fabric of his robe. Naruto fiddled with his balls before pushing them aside, to caress his pussy lips before sliding along the slit and spreading him open, exposing his sensitive skin to the breeze as Naruto explored him. The scrape of fingernails and the pressure on his clit sent liquid fire down his legs.
‘Sensei, you’re already slippery.’ Naruto’s lips grazed the back of his ear, the words reverberating against his skin, Kakashi couldn’t help the little moan that slipped out. ‘Are you feeling hot from not wearing anything underneath the yukata?’
Kakashi flushed. His quivering hole squelched as Naruto fondled the bared flesh, clenching at the emptiness there, already longing for Naruto to fill him up.
‘You’re the one getting off on me in this getup,’ He rasped, his breath dampening his mask. ‘Dressing in festival wear was—ah—was your idea —’ he gasped. Naruto had dipped the tip of his finger inside, before pulling out. ‘You planned all of this on—ah—on purpose.’
‘Of course I did.’ Naruto huffed, ‘I can’t believe sensei actually went through with it.” He sighed, almost like he was suffering, and humped the back of Kakashi’s leg, Kakashi jumped at the heat of Naruto’s cock pressing against him, scalding through the thin summer layers.
‘Look at you, you look so good, your clan colour—the grey— it really brings out how red you get when you blush.’
‘Oh kami-sama, shut up already—’ Kakashi twisted to try to cover Naruto’s mouth, but Naruto crushed him into the tree, fingers pressing in, kneading his clit until it swelled and peeked from its hood.
The foliage wasn’t nearly dense enough to conceal them from the festival attendees. The bustling footsteps thudding in their ears, the scent of festival food wafted in the humid summer evening. Despite suppressing their chakra, they were at risk of attracting attention for anyone looking their way. Kakashi should be feeling mortified, yet, he couldn’t find even the smallest sliver of will to push Naruto away.
Instead he braced against the tree and pushed himself into Naruto’s hand. Naruto cupped his cunt, squeezing the slit tight before grinding the heel of the palm into Kakashi’s mound.
Kakashi bit his mask to stop the noises threatening to escape. Their entirely inappropriate proximity and Naruto’s grinding scrambled his brain. Kakashi shivered despite the humid heat, a cavernous emptiness spread from where Naruto was playing with him, his pussy itching to be filled, wanting Naruto’s to stuff him, impale him right where they were standing just shadows away from the crowd.
“Do you know how much I thought about this, sensei? Do you know it’s always been a fantasy of mine to see you come apart in this—” Naruto licked into the shell of Kakashi’s ear, and Kakashi writhed against him.
‘You—‘Kakashi sighed, straightening until Naruto let go of his arm, then turned and whispered against Naruto’s heated cheek.
‘You should put your mouth to better use.’
Naruto was on his knees in an instant, pushing Kakashi to lean against the bark. A chilly breeze hit Kakashi’s thighs and butt as Naruto rolled his robes up. Hands gripped his knees, spreading them apart, Naruto’s head and shoulders suddenly shoved between them, and then his tongue licked a hot stripe across Kakashi’s pussy.
Kakashi’s head slammed back against the bark as he clamped his hands over his mouth. Naruto’s tongue laved all over his slit and pussy lips, like he was trying to clean him—it only made him wetter. Thumb held his lips open as Naruto flattened his tongue against his sopping crevice before breaching him.
He clenched Naruto’s hair, shaking from Naruto’s scalding breath. Naruto looked up at him with wide, innocent blue eyes while his face was shoved between Kakashi’s legs, drinking his slick. The sight of his student down there, making out with his cunt, right here at the edge of the festivities, with the sound of the crowd and summer insects competing to drown out Kakashi’s moans was too much for Kakashi. An almost painful rush of arousal pooled in the pit of his gut, its scorching apex right where Naruto was shamelessly eating him out. He strained to keep his balance, his toes curling, digging his geta into the dirt, feeling like his legs might give out to the pleasure. If they did, he’d collapse right onto Naruto’s face.
As if sensing his trepidation, Naruto gripped his hips and pulled him down. Kakashi’s resolve vaporised. His legs gave out, his pussy parting on Naruto’s chin. Naruto stiffened his tongue, spearing him deeper. Naruto’s face—those contours which Kakashi had witnessed first-hand sharpening from the curves of a young boy into the chiselled features of a man—were now pressed into his cunt. This knowledge along with each flick of Naruto’s tongue against his inner walls burned him up from the inside.
Naruto moaned. The vibration travelled right into Kakashi’s cunt. He felt himself gush with it, biting down on his own hand, gagging on his mask. Naruto guided his hips with an unyielding grip, semi-forcing Kakashi to grind on his mouth, driving him insane.
It was too much. He was going to cream all over Naruto, drench his face and his hair and ruin both of their festival-going attire and someone was going to see him fall apart on his student’s face. And somehow, that thought made him quiver, filled him with frantic need, his whole body tensing, hovering on the brink.
A hand snaked inside his dishevelled robe. Naruto wrapped something soft and dry—a handkerchief—around his cock. Naruto was going to jack him off, forcing Kakashi to cum blubbering and drooling with his back against a tree and the wind cooling the slick and saliva on his thighs.
The summer night air turned to steam in his lungs, the dappled light of the lanterns blurring as he sobbed. His yukata twisted like a rope around his middle, his knees and thighs wobbly, useless propped up on Naruto’s shoulders. Naruto was practically carrying him, not unlike the rides he used to give to a younger Naruto, other than the fact that he was smothering Naruto with his pussy and his handkerchief-covered cock fisted in Naruto’s hand and his body so tightly strung that he could come undone at any second.
Naruto nosed his clit and Kakashi’s pathetic resolve vaporised. He mashed his pussy against Naruto’s face, riding the fox boy’s tongue, thrusting against Naruto’s face as he chased after his own pleasure. Naruto pulled at his cock, jerking him hard and fast to the point of pain, before engulfing Kakashi’s cunt and sucking him hard.
The force of the orgasm turned him inside out. Waves upon waves of it ricocheting through his entire body. The back of his head hit the tree-trunk as all his weight rested on Naruto’s face. His cock pulsed, spurted into the handkerchief. Slick flooded out of him. Naruto swallowed loudly. It wasn’t enough—fluid dribbled down his thighs, Naruto’s face, and splattered on the ground beneath them, the smell of his orgasm slowly permeated the air.
Kakashi pushed Naruto off when it became too much. His pussy convulsed, his legs jelly, feeling like he might fall down.
Naruto stood up, unfolded the handkerchief to show Kakashi the puddle of cum he had collected. There was so much of it that Kakashi blushed. Naruto looked just as debauched: cheeks glistening, flushed with exertion, eyes bright and intense, rivulets of Kakashi’s slick ran down his neck, over his collarbone, darkening his collar in patches. Kakashi couldn’t look at Naruto’s face, not when he thought of exactly where it had been a second ago, and how it carried his weight as he came all over it.
Naruto wiped his chin and wrapped an arm around Kakashi’s waist. Kakashi dropped his head onto Naruto’s shoulder, draped his arms around Naruto’s neck. Naruto felt firm and cool against his overheated skin. Naruto, looking smug, opened his mouth and Kakashi shut him up by pulling his soaked mask down and swallowing the words with a kiss. He tasted himself on Naruto. It made his cunt clench, still achingly empty despite the mind-shattering orgasm.
So he kissed Naruto until the dirty handkerchief dropped to the ground and Naruto bodily pressed him into the tree and lifted him up by the thighs.
‘Sensei, if you don’t stop I’m going to take you right here against this tree and then we’ll miss all the fireworks,’ he rasped.
On cue, a loud whistle broke the heady air as colour burst across the sky, brightening the canopy above them.
Kakashi nuzzled Naruto’s neck, inhaling the scent rolling off of him in the humid summer night.
‘If I ride you, you can still have a view of them.’.
Naruto’s mouth parted, and he pounced.