*me in tears* pls pls give me touch starved Kakashi pleeeeease give me touch starved Kakashi who wants to be touched after years of violence towars others and himself and Iruka patient and kind and giving
Years in anbu and the death of Minato and Kushina means losing the rare but affectionate hands against his hair and back and the occasional back breaking hug. It meant slapping and punching and stabbing and being slapped and punched and stabbed in return.
Sex ? Sex is just a mean to an end. To work off the adrenaline the agression after causing another death . To convince a mark to lower his guard for a mission.
But Iruka... Iruka his firm. Firm but not violent. Purposeful but not manipulating. He ask always.
He ask before covering a spinning sharingan draining away at his charkra, warn before cleaning and bandaging a bleeding wound his hands sure but gentle. Always so gentle. Never dare to touch Kakashi's neck or throat or the soft expanse of his stomach.
Not unless absolutely necessary and Kakashi... Kakashi yearns. He burns and wants and prays for those sure hands in his hair on his face gentle so gentle across his body on his skin.... in him? in him.
Initiating is so easy but receiving is a grace he longs for.
He watch and jealous everyone who get to be close. Anko who hugs and hang on him. The two guard chunin always brushing against his shoulders and poking at him even Genma flirting and pulling on a neat ponytail.
And Iruka who gives back as good as he gets.
He watch and wants and burns and yearns so bad. His body screaming for more for everything but his mouth unable to say it. Teasing and making jokes hiding hunger behind levity. Greedily collecting everything touch and brush. Basking in the trail they leave.
Unable to see how Iruka watches right back.
