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When; BACKDATED. The morning after the genderbender day.
Rating; NC-17.
Characters; Genma [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
senbon_shinobi] and Hayate [hayate]
Summary; Yeah, more mansex XD
Log;
It was morning again. Crinkling his face up in protest at the intrusive light, Genma rolled over… onto his flat, muscled chest. And grinned. Ah, manhood again. Being a woman had been rather fun, and not to mention rewarding, but Genma was all man. Besides, those boobs of his had started to get a bit troublesome. They were always getting in the way!
Propping his head up on his elbow, Genma turned towards Hayate, who was sleeping soundly after a busy day, with no cough to disturb his sleep anymore. He reached up to brush a lock of dark hair from the other man’s forehead before slipping as quietly out of bed as he could, padding naked over to the bathroom.
Genma left the door cracked and flipped the light on, standing in front of the bathroom mirror. Everything was the way it should be. Muscled arms, defined pecs and abs, a slightly hairy chest and ah, his special friend. Both Hayate and Genma had missed him.
Leaning against the counter, Genma looked at his familiar reflection in the mirror. Gone were the feminine features, and back in their place was his own face. He smirked at himself. He was hot and he knew it. Lots of people knew it, especially back home in the village. He had perfected that casual, nonplussed, sexy look.
And how? Practice, of course. Practice in front of the mirror. And since he was still feeling a little girlie, he figured it wouldn’t hurt to pick up that practicing again. Just for the morning.
Rolling over in his sleep, Hayate frowned when he only encountered empty space where he knew Genma's body should be. Grumbling into the rapidly-cooling spot where his lover had been, Hayate opened his eyes to the bright morning light, and immediately flopped back over to grab at the curtains, pulling them shut. Ah. Much better.
Now that the problem with the painfully bright sunlight was dealt with, it was time to deal with the much more pressing problem at hand: where was his boyfriend? And why wasn't he there where Hayate wanted him when he woke up from such pleasant dreams? Especially since it seemed that things were back to normal, if the absence of female bodyparts were to be taken as evidence.
Finally gathering enough inertia to get out of bed, Hayate grabbed a robe off the back of the door to tie around himself, set on looking for Genma. He didn't have to look far, as the open bathroom door gave him quite an eyeful of his naked lover apparently making faces at himself. Seeing that from the angle of the doorway opening and the mirror, he couldn't be seen as long as he didn't bring attention to himself, so he settled against the wall to watch.
At first he couldn't figure out just what it was Genma was doing, but then it dawned on him, when he kept aiming smouldering looks at the mirror, turning his head this way and that, calculatingly, that Hayate realized what it was. He was...practicing. Being sexy. That was when Hayate lost it and started laughing. But really, he couldn't help it, faced with such a show.
A familiar laugh sounded in his ears, causing Genma to freeze mid-sexy stare and he whipped around to find his robe-clad boyfriend laughing at him. Narrowing his eyes, Genma was torn between shutting the door on Hayate or just letting the other laugh. It was a nice sound, soft and merry and so very much Hayate.
Instead, he settled on a glare. He was almost blushing, but not quite. Even when they had dated prior to Hayate’s death, he had never caught Genma doing that. Not that Genma really needed to be practicing any sexy, alluring faces, seeing as he already had the person he wanted. Still.
“Oi, what are you laughing at?” he muttered, regaining his composure and crossing his arms over his chest, leaning cockily against the door frame. Genma wasn’t particularly shy about being naked, and he had no reason to be timid about it in front of his lover anyways. “I thought you were sleeping,” he added, arching a brow at the other. Apparently he hadn’t been as quiet as he had hoped when he got out of bed.
Dammit. Hayate was never going to let this one go.
Lips still twitching with mirth, Hayate shrugged his shoulders, ignoring when the robe slipped a bit. He must have grabbed Genma's by accident, as it was a bit too big for his smaller frame. "Nothing, nothing at all, senpai." He would have tried to look innocent, but Hayate realized he would have just started laughing again, ruining the effect.
He couldn't help the fact that his boyfriend practicing at being sexy was just that funny! He had known plenty of people in the village that would have killed to have been in his shoes, even before he had gotten together with the other special jounin. Genma had always had that effect on others. Maybe it was the obvious oral fixation that drew them in, though Hayate wasn't sure.
"I was cold, and you weren't there to warm me up, so I came looking for you," he said, affecting a slight pout. It was always fun to see Genma's reaction to things like that, especially with no clothes to hide it. He allowed his eyes to roam down his lover's body freely, enjoying the view. If others got to see Genma like this, he'd have even more people after his blood, so he was quite glad that he was the only one who got to see him that way.
Unflinching and calm under Hayate’s obvious elevator eyes, usually something Genma would be doing himself, the latter arched a brow at the younger man. “Liar. How long were you watching me?” he asked suspiciously, drumming his fingertips on his bare forearm calculatingly, feigning annoyance. He wasn’t that embarrassed that Hayate had caught him in the act, but he knew he was going to get endless crap about it during their little play bantering.
“And you’re wearing my robe,” he muttered, reaching out and pulling Hayate over gently by the arm, pulling the sleeves up a bit and straightening it out for him. Not that he minded.
“I wasn’t going to be gone long. You were sleeping so peacefully, and I just wanted to make sure all of my manparts were back where they should be,” he replied innocently, rubbing the back of his neck while one arm made it’s way about Hayate’s waist, pulling him even closer.
Eyes swerving back up to meet Genma's, Hayate smiled sheepishly, knowing that the other would have seen through his obvious lie. "Mmm, long enough to see you toss your hair and try to seduce yourself. I didn't realize that being you required so much work." Though Genma would be just as desirable even without his silly practice, he didn't need any help at all.
“Terribly sorry," Hayate said, though he wasn't sorry at all. He liked wearing Genma's robe, as it smelled just like him, which Hayate found very comforting. "It was the first one that came to hand, I didn't realize that you'd mind. I could always put it back...?"
"Still missed you, though." Sighing contentedly, Hayate allowed his head to rest against Genma's shoulder. That was one nice thing about being shorter than the older man, they fit together quite well. "So they're all present and accounted for, hmm? Or do you need some alone time to ascertain that?"
“Wasn’t seducing myself. Practicing,” Genma mumbled, looking up at the ceiling as if there was something of great interest up there, avoiding direct eye contact with Hayate. He supposed that he deserved that. It was bound to happen eventually, even though Genma hadn’t “practiced” in quite sometime.
“Looks good on you, though it’s a little big. And if anyone’s taking it off of you, it’ll be me,” he grinned, looking back down at Hayate. Both arms moved to wrap around his waist as the other man rested his head on his shoulder and Genma breathed in deeply, smelling Hayate’s hair.
“Missed you too. Back to bed, shall we?” he grinned again, moving the two of them back towards the vacated bed slowly, not willing to let the other go. “And yes, you’ll be happy to know that everything’s back where it should be. But I haven’t tested out certain parts to see if they work. Care to help me out with that?” he laughed, smirking as he tumbled down onto the bed and pulled Hayate with him.
"Mmm, I see. Practice makes perfect, is that what you're thinking?" It was so funny, and kind of cute, really, when Genma acted like this. It was such a rarity to see his confident, somewhat cocky boyfriend acting like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar, unwilling to meet his gaze.
"Oh?" Arching a brow, Hayate looked at Genma inquiringly, amusement and something more dancing in the depths of his eyes. He loved moments like these best, where they were just being themselves, bantering back and forth playfully, able to enjoy being in each others' company. It was something that he had taken for granted when he was alive, but he wouldn't anymore, not when he knew what he could be missing.
"Hmph. I said it before and I'll say it again: you're insatiable." Not that he was complaining, really. And he really had missed the true completeness of having Genma inside him when they explored their temporarily female bodies, so he made no protest as he was dragged down onto the bed with Genma, rather, he made sure he fell just right so that his lips would brush against his lover's in a teasing kiss.
“Something like that. Had to make sure I still got it, after all that girlie lesbian business,” Genma full on grinned now, not worrying too much about Hayate’s knowing smile at having caught him being an idiot. He pretty much already knew that anyways.
“You sound surprised. Did you think I’d have Kakashi or Iruka take it off you?” he teased, smirking up at Hayate, who was now draped across his body on the bed. He lifted his head up to meet his lover’s teasing kiss, narrowing his eyes a bit in amusement at his teasing.
“Yeah, I know,” he chuckled, rolling Hayate over gently and switching positions, half lying across his boyfriend and propping his chin on his hand and elbow again. “It’d be boring if I wasn’t. Besides. I’m only insatiable with it comes to you. If you weren’t so damn hot and pouty, maybe it I wouldn’t be trying to jump you all the time, eh?” he teased, one hand moving up to undo the loose knot of Hayate’s robe and pushing it to the sides, exposing enough of his chest to start peppering kisses there.
Hayate merely rolled his eyes at Genma. Still had it? He was quite sure it was impossible for the other man to 'lose it', so to speak. "You're crazy."
Eyes widening, Hayate started coughing in his surprise as he skipped a breath, wincing at the no-longer-familiar rough burn in his chest and throat. "What?! No, that's just...no. Besides, Iruka-sensei is scary when he gets mad, and I don't really take him for the type to share."
Humming softly in contentment as their positions were reversed, Hayate reached up, tucking Genma's hair behind his ears so it wouldn't dangle in his face. "A, mmm, good thing, too. You'd be in trouble if you were like this with anyone other than me, and you know it." His eyes drifted closed then, enjoying the playful kisses and touches of his lover, hands moving along broad shoulders and muscled arms, urging him onward.
“I know,” Genma laughed. “I was talking to Kakashi the other day. He said that the scary angry side of Iruka we’ve seen? Only the tip of the iceberg,” he cringed, shaking his head. Even the special jounins were aware of Iruka-sensei’s temper. It was definitely nothing to be trifled with, that was for sure.
Smiling warmly as Hayate tucked his hair behind his ears, Genma continued kissing along the other man’s newly bared chest, enjoying the familiarity of it. The boobs had been fun. Lots of fun, and the reaction he’d gotten from Hayate when they were fooling around had been great. But it was obviously the male version of Hayate that Genma had fallen in love with, and preferred.
“No one but you. You think I’d mess around with you? You’d shove that sword of yours up my ass, or chop off my bits,” he chuckled softly, ducking his head down to lick a nipple, grazing his teeth across it gently before looking back up at Hayate, a lazy smile on his lips. “’sides. No one else can pout as sexily as you can. And I bet you don’t even practice.”
"Scary. Now there's an odd couple, Kakashi-senpai and Iruka-sensei? If I didn't know they were together for a fact, I'd never believe it if someone told me about them." Though, thinking about it, Hayate wondered if people would say the same about himself and Genma. He supposed they were a bit of an odd couple themselves, seven years apart in age, and while of the same rank, completely different people personality-wise. Unconsciously, he frowned at the direction in which his thoughts had turned.
It was only when Genma teased his nipple to hardness that he broke from his reverie, looking down his chest at the other man. "Hmm, I'd probably do both if that was the case, and then some. Though I'd have to find a replacement, as I don't have my sword anymore..." He cut himself off before going any further, as that was just an unpleasant reminder of his death. "I don't even realize I'm doing it...until you pounce on me, that is. Then I kind of figure it out," he said, smirking slightly.
“Yeah, they are. At least I think so,” Genma smiled. It was a strange couple, but he supposed that he wasn’t one to judge. He was lucky to have Hayate, a younger jounin who was so much different than him. But Genma was extremely grateful for him nonetheless, and definitely wasn’t taking this second chance with Hayate he had been given for granted.
Hayate seemed to have been lost in thought for a few moments, not even responding to Genma’s kisses until he moved down to his nipple. The inevitable mention of the other’s previous death came up and he managed to keep a frown from his face, smirking back at Hayate instead. “Well, it’s sexy anyways,” he grinned, licking across his nipple again before propping himself up on his elbow once more. “You okay?” he asked casually, reaching up to brush some hair from Hayate’s face. “You seemed a bit distracted a moment ago.”
Hayate should have known better than to think that his inattention would go unnoticed by Genma, but he had hoped all the same. "You're too observant for my own good, you know," he said with a sigh. Reaching up to tangle his fingers in Genma's hair, feeling the soft texture as it slipped through callused fingertips, he squared himself for what he would say next. "I was just...thinking, I suppose. We're a bit of an odd couple as well. At least, others would probably think so."
He hated thinking like this, but every so often the goblins of self-doubt would creep up on him, have him second-guess everything. Especially now when he had miraculously come back from the dead, so to speak, he could be denying Genma a chance at happiness with someone other than him. And he was far too selfish to let go now that he had his lover with him again, but it didn't stop the guilt from gnawing at him. "I'm sorry, I'm being stupid. Forget it."
Genma sighed quietly and gazed back at Hayate evenly, affection written clearly in his eyes nonetheless. “So? Doesn’t matter what people think, Hayate,” he replied sincerely, realizing this wasn’t necessarily a time for his usual joking around. “We’re an odd match, maybe, but we compliment each other, better than most,” he murmured, an honest smile lighting up his face now.
Leaning down, he kissed Hayate’s lips softly, one hand moving up to hold his cheek gently. “I love you, idiot. I’m happy with you. And as far as I can tell, you’re pretty happy with me. Can’t think of anything that matters more than that, can you? If anyone has a problem with us, I’ll spit my senbon in their eye,” he snorted softly after breaking away from the kiss, arching a brow at the man beneath him.
Genma always knew what to say to make Hayate stop acting like such an idiot. "Thank you, I'm sorry I was being dumb. I guess I just think too much sometimes." He tried for a smile then, not a broad, toothy grin, it wasn't his way, but a slight curving of the lips, barely there unless you were looking for it, but far more sincere than any bright, sunny smile could be.
Sighing softly against Genma's lips, Hayate did his usual unconscious pout as the kiss broke, trying to follow Genma's lips with his own. "That's not very sanitary, you know. But then again, you'd probably get a kick out of it. You always were a bit weird about things like that." Chuckling softly, he traced his fingertips along Genma's sides lightly, but hard enough so that the gesture didn't tickle. "I love you, too, even though you're crazy - even by jounin standards - and you have an oral fixation, oh, and you like seducing yourself in the mirror," he added, an impish tone flavoring his words.
“You weren’t being dumb and you don’t have to apologize to me,” Genma snorted again, shaking his head almost sternly, but was distracted by the smile on Hayate’s face that made even manly, cool Genma go weak in the knees. Good thing he was lying down. That post-kiss pout wasn’t helping matters either. And Hayate wondered why Genma was insatiable. If he could see himself the way Genma saw him, he’d know why.
“It wouldn’t be about being sanitary,” he muttered. “It’d be about shutting them up,” Genma added with a smirk, enjoying the feel of Hayate’s fingers on his sides.
“Anyways, you like me crazy, you get all the benefits of my so-called oral fixation and I couldn’t have seduced you without my “practicing,” he chuckled as he affectionately traced Hayate’s bottom lip with one fingertip, obviously amused.
“Now take off that robe, will you? I want to see you naked and male,” he grinned naughtily.
"Ha, you could have seduced me without any practice. Though can you really blame me for being a bit reluctant," Hayate inquired with a frown. "How was I supposed to know back then that you were serious? I thought you were playing a trick on me at first, since no one has ever heard of you with anyone other than women." He looked away then, embarrassed as he recalled that time which seemed so long ago, but in reality was probably not even a year before. "I thought you had caught me looking at you and thought you'd have a bit of fun with me, since I was so much younger than you." He knew better now, but back then he had barely known Genma other than by reputation, and a couple of odd missions they had worked on together, though not enough to develop much of a rapport.
"Impatient, aren't we?" Chuckling softly, voice husky, Hayate's fingers fell from Genma's sides to trail down his own body, to the knot of the robe, tugging at it slowly. "You want this off, do you? Maybe you should ask nicely, as it is kind of chilly in here, and this robe is so comfortable and warm..."
“Guess I can’t,” Genma shrugged lightly from above Hayate, crinkling up his forehead at the memory. It was true, what he said. Genma had always had random crushes on men, but had never pursued anything with one and had publicly dated women. Hayate had been the first one to catch his interest enough for him to make a move. He hadn’t been surprised when Hayate was taken aback by the attention
But it had paid off, and now he had Hayate all to himself and was in the best relationship he had ever been in. Minus the whole dying part, and feeling like his heart had been ripped out and that he had lost an important body part and all of that. “Always impatient. You know that,” he grinned, watching with anticipation as Hayate started undoing the knot of his robe. Smirking, he leaned down so that his lips were almost touching Hayate’s ear. “Please take off the robe?” he whispered softly, his lips brushing the outside of the other’s ear, hot breath curling around it.
"It's alright. I had just been surprised at your actions. I'm glad for it, though." From the moment he had obtained the rank of special jounin and had begun to see Genma more often, Hayate had found his eyes drawn to the other man. His strength and charm pulled others in, though he had never expected the other to look his way in return.
A shiver traveled down Hayate's spine at the feel of Genma's warm breath puffing lightly against his ear, fingers growing clumsy at the belt of the robe as he tried to undo it. "A-Aa..." Fingers fumbling a second time, they finally tugged the knot free, the tie falling open at his sides. "Maybe you...should take it off of me," he said, voice husky with the feelings that Genma evoked in him.
“Maybe I should,” Genma smirked, sitting up a bit more and helping Hayate slip off the robe, gently gliding it down his shoulders and arms. Pausing, he took his own look at his boyfriend, eyes following the lines of his body, familiar and comfortable but still exciting at the same time.
After a moment, Genma swung one leg over Hayate’s waist and straddled him, and then reached down and gently took a hold of both of his wrists, raising them above his head and holding them there. “Now. About the part earlier where you were laughing at me about checking myself out in the mirror,” he grinned, rocking his hips in a slow circle against Hayate’s. “I should probably punish you for it, eh? Sneaking up on me like that. Naughty,” he laughed quietly, eyes shining with both humor and desire.
Looking up to where Genma held his wrists above his head, his grip firm, but not so firm that he couldn't break away if he so desired. Being the lover of a shinobi involved a lot of trial and error, as you had to be careful not to set off one of their triggers, and things such as immobility and the like were pretty sure triggers in most. However, Hayate trusted Genma with both his life and his body, and he knew that his lover would do nothing to hurt him or cause him mental stress, so instead he all he felt was arousal at his movement being restricted, as well as the mention of being 'punished'.
When he looked back at Genma, his eyes were half-lidded and dark with desire, cheeks slightly flushed, lips parted as if begging to be kissed. "What sort of punishment do you mean, senpai?" It was a bit kinky, to call Genma by such a formal term in bed, though he indulged from time to time, especially when they were being playful like this. It just added another edge to their games.
Arching a cheeky brow at the term “senpai,” Genma continued to smirk as he leaned down and brushed his lips teasingly over Hayate’s, hands still gripping his wrists gently but firmly above his head. “Oh, I don’t know. I could tease you… until you beg me to fuck you into the mattress?” he suggested casually, but his voice was lower and huskier, the way it always was when he started talking dirty. Surprisingly, Genma didn’t have too much of a foul mouth. With the exception of a few instances in the bedroom, of course.
Hayate looked gorgeous beneath him, like he always did when they were in bed, flushed and wanton. Again, Genma wondered how anyone could have not become insatiable when Hayate was their boyfriend, but then again that didn’t matter, as no one else would ever have the chance. He was possessive, especially after having lost Hayate once before. “So, what do you say? Would you like that, Hayate?” he asked softly with a rather naughty look on his face.
Sucking in a rasping breath at Genma's dirty talk, Hayate squirmed slightly under his lover, turned on by his suggestion, knowing just how much he would enjoy it. Genma was particularly good at drawing things out until he was begging so loudly he barely recognized the person speaking as himself. But Genma wouldn't be Genma if he didn't take full note of each of Hayate's weaknesses, exploiting them mercilessly when the two of them were alone. And he really didn't mind, not when it came with such pleasurable outcomes.
"Mmmm...senpai..." Getting up his nerve, because despite how many times they played games just like this, it was difficult for Hayate to talk in such a way. "Please...please fuck me. I want you, want to feel you inside me..."
It was Genma’s turn to inhale sharply as Hayate shot a dirty reply right back at him. Dear god, it was a rare moment when Hayate actually talked dirty and always affected Genma quite hard (no pun intended.) Smirking even more, he didn’t move for a moment or two before bursting into action, releasing Hayate’s hands and kissing him fiercely, passionately and without restraint. To an on-looker, it might have seemed like the two of them hadn’t kissed in years, the way Genma was going at it.
“I will,” he whispered, pulling away just a fraction, enough so that he could talk but not far enough, their lips brushing with each word his mouth formed. “Because I want you, too. Always want you, Hayate,” he murmured, leaning back another inch to look the younger man in the eye as one sneaky hand slid its way down his smooth chest, skillful fingers wrapping around his cock and squeezing. The best part was always watching Hayate’s face.
"Mmph-!! Mmm..." Despite what he had just said, he hadn't expected Genma to kiss him so forcefully, so it took a moment for his mind and body to catch up with one another, twining his arms around Genma and tugging him closer, returning the kiss just as hungrily. When it broke, he panted for breath, only to have it stolen from him again when one of those strong hands that had been holding his wrists immobile just moments before suddenly wrapped around his cock, bringing him from semi-hardness to being fully erect almost immediately.
"Ah!" He moaned low in his throat, hips involuntarily thrusting upwards, seeking friction on overly-sensitive flesh, his heartbeat quickening to match his ragged breathing. "Genma...nnnghhh..." Dark eyes flickered to the bedside table, where he knew more than a few tubes of lubricant rested within the drawer, and back to his lover's face looming above him. Despite having just said the words, he wasn't sure he could bring himself to ask again so soon, though he knew the pleading words that Genma wanted to hear would be driven past kiss-swollen lips soon enough.
Hayate was already looking towards that drawer, Genma noted, still carefully watching the younger man’s face as his hand began to move down below, up and down, twisting. He knew exactly what Hayate was thinking and pleading for without the other having to say it again. It was easily readable in his dark eyes.
As the younger special jounin frequently enjoyed mentioning, Genma really liked sex. But surprisingly enough, it was the giving part he took the most pleasure in. Especially when it came to Hayate. The sounds he made, the little gasps and moans and whimpers were enthralling. Still, it was even better when they both had fun.
Free hand fumbling in that drawer now, Genma continued moving his hand, still not breaking eye contact with Hayate. “Ready now?” he asked breathily. “Want me now?” he murmured, leaning down for another deep kiss, tongue thoroughly exploring Hayate’s warm mouth.
It was unfair, really, for Genma to know him and his body so well, knowing each sensitive spot and what sort of touch could evoke what sort of reaction in him. It was a side of him that Hayate thought no one would know...until Genma came so unexpectedly into his life, with his lazy drawl and lingering gaze, slowly insinuating himself into Hayate's world, until he no longer knew what it was like without him there.
It was only for Genma that he had ever been like this, only for him did Hayate say such things that he would never have thought he would ever in a hundred lifetimes find himself saying. "Please...I missed it, so much..."
Hearing the rummaging in the drawer stop, Hayate moved his legs, spreading them a bit more for Genma, hips still jerking against his will with each movement of Genma's wickedly talented hand, always seeking more, soft, panting whimpers escaping him with each stroke. "Genma...want you..."
So hot, was all Genma’s lust addled mind could think as Hayate whimpered for him pleadingly. And what else could he do but oblige? With one hand, he opened the lube and lathered his fingers with it, his other hand still gliding up and down Hayate’s cock, thumb brushing over the tip every now and again teasingly. Moving in between the younger man’s legs, he set out on preparing him for what was to come, slipping one finger in carefully, and then two, stretching gently.
The last thing Genma ever wanted to do was hurt Hayate, so he always took his time here. Besides, it was usually around this part of the whole shebang that Hayate started begging the most. Teasing was one of Genma’s favorite things to do, and one of his specialties on top of that. It made things more fun, building up, holding off until the last second before one of them exploded. Amused, completely turned on and fully enjoying himself, Genma hummed quietly in satisfaction, both hands working rhythmically, skillfully, playing Hayate perfectly.
Breath hissed through Hayate's teeth at the familiar burning feeling of Genma's fingers inside him as they stretched him. His lover was always gentle, but those first probing touches were always the worst. After that, the feeling of friction and fullness overtook the unpleasantness until he was panting, writhing, begging.
He knew that Genma did it on purpose, those fleeting brushes against his prostate, enough to get him on edge, but not enough to bring him over the brink, how he would stroke him and touch him just so, so that Hayate's lips moved of their own accord, pleading for more, for release, for completion. "God, Genma...nnngghh...you sexy bastard...please-!!!" His hips jerked in time with Genma's movements, knowing full well that he was playing into his lover's hands, but too dazed to be able to stop himself.
Grinning breathily, Genma removed his slick fingers and moved them to his own straining cock, gasping sharply as he covered himself with more of the cool gel. Good thing Hayate was ready, because after watching the younger man doing all of that panting and writhing about beneath him, Genma sure as hell was. “Going to… promise,” he murmured, gently pushing Hayate’s knees up and positioning himself between his legs.
“Love you,” he added, closing his eyes and pushing in in one smooth stroke, all the way to the hilt and stayed there. His hands pressed into the mattress on either side of Hayate’s shoulders, and his head fell forward, hair falling into his face. “H-hayate,” he whispered, swallowing hard, using all of his will power not to start slamming into the man beneath him, waiting for the signal to start moving.
"A-Ah!!!" Digging his heels into the bed, Hayate arched up as Genma thrust in, eyes clenched tightly shut as his body adjusted to having Genma's cock buried so deeply inside him.
After a little while he relaxed, breath no longer hitching in his chest, and Hayate opened his eyes, looking up at Genma, seeing the tension in his face as he tried to hold back. Lips curving once more into a semblance of a smile, Hayate reached up and tucked Genma's hair behind his ears. "I love you, Genma. Please...make love to me." The words were different than what he had asked for before, though the same. Because despite how fevered and intense their couplings were, it was always lovemaking.
Blinking his eyes open, Genma gazed down at Hayate, eyes hazy with lust but still filled with so much affection. He returned the other man’s smile and leaned down, kissing him gently, genuinely. Up until that point, it had been all mischievous, and teasing. But now he was being sincere.
Pulling back, Genma pulled almost all the way out, his breathing staggering as he pushed back in again, letting out a soft moan of pleasure. “Anything… you ask for,” he spoke between heavy breaths, starting up a slow and steady rhythm. One hand moved up to cup Hayate’s cheek, all of his balance resting on his knees and on his other hand. Genma’s thumb tenderly ran beneath his eye, his expression speaking volumes about the way he felt. Prior to starting his relationship with Hayate, Genma had had plenty of sex. And it had been good. But now that he had experienced it with someone he loved, he would never go back.
Gasping softly at the friction of withdrawal and thrust, Hayate's eyes never left Genma's, as if he were unable to look away. He turned his head slightly into Genma's touch against his cheek, pressing a kiss to his palm, a simple gesture, yet filled with the depth of his feelings for the other man.
This...this had been what he had sought but never thought he would find. A shinobi's life is far too short, and as a sickly child growing into a sickly adult, he expected his life to be far shorter than most. That had indeed come true, but in the process he had found Genma, coming so unexpected into his life, rearranging everything so that he was the focus of Hayate's world. And now that they had been given a second chance to be together, he would cling to it with both hands and hold it close, doing everything in his power to keep it all from slipping between his fingers once more. "More..."
Genma couldn’t refuse a request like that. Really, if he were to be honest, Genma really couldn’t refuse Hayate altogether. The kiss to his palm would have made the woman he was the day before mist up, but Genma merely smiled lovingly. Still, with all the thrusting he was doing down below, it was getting harder for him to concentrate, and even form whole thoughts.
Picking up speed, Genma leaned forward, resting his weight on his forearms and his forehead against Hayate’s. One arm reached down to help wrap both of Hayate’s legs around his waist, changing the angle and pushing himself in even deeper. The two of them couldn’t have been any closer than they were at that instant, physically and otherwise. “Nggghh Hayate,” Genma moaned, free hand twisting in the sheets beneath them. His speed increased once more and his eyes closed, sweaty foreheads pressed against one another’s.
Realizing what Genma was after as he lifted his legs up, Hayate hooked his ankles together to keep them wrapped around Genma's waist, gasping at the different, deeper angle achieved by the slight shifting of their bodies. Arms wrapped around Genma's shoulders, nails raking pink trails down his lover's back, damp with sweat as they both sought completion within the other.
Feeling himself getting close, Hayate brought one hand between them, grasping his hard cock and stroking it, biting down on his lower lip to keep himself from moaning too loudly. "Nnnnghhh, Genma...close, so close...please! Nn!!!"
Hayate’s desperate pleas were plenty enough for Genma to hurry things along further. His legs and arms were burning from the effort, but he kept moving, hips swiveling, twisting as he pumped in and out of Hayate. The hair around his face was damp with sweat, but he didn’t care. He was close too, and he wanted to wait until Hayate came first, but he couldn’t help it.
Everything came to a screeching halt and Genma tensed and froze, letting out a long groan as he released. He half collapsed on top of Hayate, unable to keep himself up any longer. One hand moved down to help the younger man finish as well, replacing his hand with his own and wearily but satedly watching his face.
Seeing Genma's face contorted in pleasure as his orgasm hit, feeling him thrust even deeper as he came, it brought Hayate right to the brink of his own orgasm. Gasping as Genma collapsed on him, Hayate arched up as his lover's hand displaced his own on his erection. At that point, he could no longer hold back, stiffening as he came, Genma's name barely understandable as he cried out in pleasure.
Moments later, when he finally had enough presence of mind to attempt coherent speech and voluntary movements, he reached out, pushing away the strands of hair that clung to Genma's sweaty and flushed face. "Mmm, definitely much better when we're in our usual bodies," he said, leaning up to press a soft, tender kiss to Genma's lips.
Gladly returning the gentle kiss, Genma smiled and rested his forehead against Hayate’s again once they had broken apart. “Gonna have to agree with you there,” he grinned, carefully rolling off of the younger man and lying down next to him, their legs still entangled and his arms wrapped securely around his waist.
“Male Hayate is definitely better,” he added with a silly smirk, pressing a kiss to Hayate’s jaw and looking very satisfied. One would have thought that Genma had just had sex for the first time in months, when really, he and Hayate had been at it the entire day before. He really was insatiable. “Okay. Once we can fully move again, I suggest a shower,” he sighed contently, running the palm of his hand up and down Hayate’s chest.
Sighing softly as Genma pulled out of him, Hayate frowned at that vaguely empty feeling he always felt afterwards, instead contenting himself to lay within Genma's arms, listening to his heartbeat. This was one of his favorite times, lying here after they had sex, not even talking, just existing.
"Good answer," he replied, a teasing tone evident in his voice. Looking down at the mess the two of them were, Hayate grimaced. A shower was definitely in order. But later. Right now he just wanted to lie there and enjoy being with Genma for a little longer.
Rating; NC-17.
Characters; Genma [
senbon_shinobi] and Hayate [hayate]Summary; Yeah, more mansex XD
Log;
It was morning again. Crinkling his face up in protest at the intrusive light, Genma rolled over… onto his flat, muscled chest. And grinned. Ah, manhood again. Being a woman had been rather fun, and not to mention rewarding, but Genma was all man. Besides, those boobs of his had started to get a bit troublesome. They were always getting in the way!
Propping his head up on his elbow, Genma turned towards Hayate, who was sleeping soundly after a busy day, with no cough to disturb his sleep anymore. He reached up to brush a lock of dark hair from the other man’s forehead before slipping as quietly out of bed as he could, padding naked over to the bathroom.
Genma left the door cracked and flipped the light on, standing in front of the bathroom mirror. Everything was the way it should be. Muscled arms, defined pecs and abs, a slightly hairy chest and ah, his special friend. Both Hayate and Genma had missed him.
Leaning against the counter, Genma looked at his familiar reflection in the mirror. Gone were the feminine features, and back in their place was his own face. He smirked at himself. He was hot and he knew it. Lots of people knew it, especially back home in the village. He had perfected that casual, nonplussed, sexy look.
And how? Practice, of course. Practice in front of the mirror. And since he was still feeling a little girlie, he figured it wouldn’t hurt to pick up that practicing again. Just for the morning.
Rolling over in his sleep, Hayate frowned when he only encountered empty space where he knew Genma's body should be. Grumbling into the rapidly-cooling spot where his lover had been, Hayate opened his eyes to the bright morning light, and immediately flopped back over to grab at the curtains, pulling them shut. Ah. Much better.
Now that the problem with the painfully bright sunlight was dealt with, it was time to deal with the much more pressing problem at hand: where was his boyfriend? And why wasn't he there where Hayate wanted him when he woke up from such pleasant dreams? Especially since it seemed that things were back to normal, if the absence of female bodyparts were to be taken as evidence.
Finally gathering enough inertia to get out of bed, Hayate grabbed a robe off the back of the door to tie around himself, set on looking for Genma. He didn't have to look far, as the open bathroom door gave him quite an eyeful of his naked lover apparently making faces at himself. Seeing that from the angle of the doorway opening and the mirror, he couldn't be seen as long as he didn't bring attention to himself, so he settled against the wall to watch.
At first he couldn't figure out just what it was Genma was doing, but then it dawned on him, when he kept aiming smouldering looks at the mirror, turning his head this way and that, calculatingly, that Hayate realized what it was. He was...practicing. Being sexy. That was when Hayate lost it and started laughing. But really, he couldn't help it, faced with such a show.
A familiar laugh sounded in his ears, causing Genma to freeze mid-sexy stare and he whipped around to find his robe-clad boyfriend laughing at him. Narrowing his eyes, Genma was torn between shutting the door on Hayate or just letting the other laugh. It was a nice sound, soft and merry and so very much Hayate.
Instead, he settled on a glare. He was almost blushing, but not quite. Even when they had dated prior to Hayate’s death, he had never caught Genma doing that. Not that Genma really needed to be practicing any sexy, alluring faces, seeing as he already had the person he wanted. Still.
“Oi, what are you laughing at?” he muttered, regaining his composure and crossing his arms over his chest, leaning cockily against the door frame. Genma wasn’t particularly shy about being naked, and he had no reason to be timid about it in front of his lover anyways. “I thought you were sleeping,” he added, arching a brow at the other. Apparently he hadn’t been as quiet as he had hoped when he got out of bed.
Dammit. Hayate was never going to let this one go.
Lips still twitching with mirth, Hayate shrugged his shoulders, ignoring when the robe slipped a bit. He must have grabbed Genma's by accident, as it was a bit too big for his smaller frame. "Nothing, nothing at all, senpai." He would have tried to look innocent, but Hayate realized he would have just started laughing again, ruining the effect.
He couldn't help the fact that his boyfriend practicing at being sexy was just that funny! He had known plenty of people in the village that would have killed to have been in his shoes, even before he had gotten together with the other special jounin. Genma had always had that effect on others. Maybe it was the obvious oral fixation that drew them in, though Hayate wasn't sure.
"I was cold, and you weren't there to warm me up, so I came looking for you," he said, affecting a slight pout. It was always fun to see Genma's reaction to things like that, especially with no clothes to hide it. He allowed his eyes to roam down his lover's body freely, enjoying the view. If others got to see Genma like this, he'd have even more people after his blood, so he was quite glad that he was the only one who got to see him that way.
Unflinching and calm under Hayate’s obvious elevator eyes, usually something Genma would be doing himself, the latter arched a brow at the younger man. “Liar. How long were you watching me?” he asked suspiciously, drumming his fingertips on his bare forearm calculatingly, feigning annoyance. He wasn’t that embarrassed that Hayate had caught him in the act, but he knew he was going to get endless crap about it during their little play bantering.
“And you’re wearing my robe,” he muttered, reaching out and pulling Hayate over gently by the arm, pulling the sleeves up a bit and straightening it out for him. Not that he minded.
“I wasn’t going to be gone long. You were sleeping so peacefully, and I just wanted to make sure all of my manparts were back where they should be,” he replied innocently, rubbing the back of his neck while one arm made it’s way about Hayate’s waist, pulling him even closer.
Eyes swerving back up to meet Genma's, Hayate smiled sheepishly, knowing that the other would have seen through his obvious lie. "Mmm, long enough to see you toss your hair and try to seduce yourself. I didn't realize that being you required so much work." Though Genma would be just as desirable even without his silly practice, he didn't need any help at all.
“Terribly sorry," Hayate said, though he wasn't sorry at all. He liked wearing Genma's robe, as it smelled just like him, which Hayate found very comforting. "It was the first one that came to hand, I didn't realize that you'd mind. I could always put it back...?"
"Still missed you, though." Sighing contentedly, Hayate allowed his head to rest against Genma's shoulder. That was one nice thing about being shorter than the older man, they fit together quite well. "So they're all present and accounted for, hmm? Or do you need some alone time to ascertain that?"
“Wasn’t seducing myself. Practicing,” Genma mumbled, looking up at the ceiling as if there was something of great interest up there, avoiding direct eye contact with Hayate. He supposed that he deserved that. It was bound to happen eventually, even though Genma hadn’t “practiced” in quite sometime.
“Looks good on you, though it’s a little big. And if anyone’s taking it off of you, it’ll be me,” he grinned, looking back down at Hayate. Both arms moved to wrap around his waist as the other man rested his head on his shoulder and Genma breathed in deeply, smelling Hayate’s hair.
“Missed you too. Back to bed, shall we?” he grinned again, moving the two of them back towards the vacated bed slowly, not willing to let the other go. “And yes, you’ll be happy to know that everything’s back where it should be. But I haven’t tested out certain parts to see if they work. Care to help me out with that?” he laughed, smirking as he tumbled down onto the bed and pulled Hayate with him.
"Mmm, I see. Practice makes perfect, is that what you're thinking?" It was so funny, and kind of cute, really, when Genma acted like this. It was such a rarity to see his confident, somewhat cocky boyfriend acting like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar, unwilling to meet his gaze.
"Oh?" Arching a brow, Hayate looked at Genma inquiringly, amusement and something more dancing in the depths of his eyes. He loved moments like these best, where they were just being themselves, bantering back and forth playfully, able to enjoy being in each others' company. It was something that he had taken for granted when he was alive, but he wouldn't anymore, not when he knew what he could be missing.
"Hmph. I said it before and I'll say it again: you're insatiable." Not that he was complaining, really. And he really had missed the true completeness of having Genma inside him when they explored their temporarily female bodies, so he made no protest as he was dragged down onto the bed with Genma, rather, he made sure he fell just right so that his lips would brush against his lover's in a teasing kiss.
“Something like that. Had to make sure I still got it, after all that girlie lesbian business,” Genma full on grinned now, not worrying too much about Hayate’s knowing smile at having caught him being an idiot. He pretty much already knew that anyways.
“You sound surprised. Did you think I’d have Kakashi or Iruka take it off you?” he teased, smirking up at Hayate, who was now draped across his body on the bed. He lifted his head up to meet his lover’s teasing kiss, narrowing his eyes a bit in amusement at his teasing.
“Yeah, I know,” he chuckled, rolling Hayate over gently and switching positions, half lying across his boyfriend and propping his chin on his hand and elbow again. “It’d be boring if I wasn’t. Besides. I’m only insatiable with it comes to you. If you weren’t so damn hot and pouty, maybe it I wouldn’t be trying to jump you all the time, eh?” he teased, one hand moving up to undo the loose knot of Hayate’s robe and pushing it to the sides, exposing enough of his chest to start peppering kisses there.
Hayate merely rolled his eyes at Genma. Still had it? He was quite sure it was impossible for the other man to 'lose it', so to speak. "You're crazy."
Eyes widening, Hayate started coughing in his surprise as he skipped a breath, wincing at the no-longer-familiar rough burn in his chest and throat. "What?! No, that's just...no. Besides, Iruka-sensei is scary when he gets mad, and I don't really take him for the type to share."
Humming softly in contentment as their positions were reversed, Hayate reached up, tucking Genma's hair behind his ears so it wouldn't dangle in his face. "A, mmm, good thing, too. You'd be in trouble if you were like this with anyone other than me, and you know it." His eyes drifted closed then, enjoying the playful kisses and touches of his lover, hands moving along broad shoulders and muscled arms, urging him onward.
“I know,” Genma laughed. “I was talking to Kakashi the other day. He said that the scary angry side of Iruka we’ve seen? Only the tip of the iceberg,” he cringed, shaking his head. Even the special jounins were aware of Iruka-sensei’s temper. It was definitely nothing to be trifled with, that was for sure.
Smiling warmly as Hayate tucked his hair behind his ears, Genma continued kissing along the other man’s newly bared chest, enjoying the familiarity of it. The boobs had been fun. Lots of fun, and the reaction he’d gotten from Hayate when they were fooling around had been great. But it was obviously the male version of Hayate that Genma had fallen in love with, and preferred.
“No one but you. You think I’d mess around with you? You’d shove that sword of yours up my ass, or chop off my bits,” he chuckled softly, ducking his head down to lick a nipple, grazing his teeth across it gently before looking back up at Hayate, a lazy smile on his lips. “’sides. No one else can pout as sexily as you can. And I bet you don’t even practice.”
"Scary. Now there's an odd couple, Kakashi-senpai and Iruka-sensei? If I didn't know they were together for a fact, I'd never believe it if someone told me about them." Though, thinking about it, Hayate wondered if people would say the same about himself and Genma. He supposed they were a bit of an odd couple themselves, seven years apart in age, and while of the same rank, completely different people personality-wise. Unconsciously, he frowned at the direction in which his thoughts had turned.
It was only when Genma teased his nipple to hardness that he broke from his reverie, looking down his chest at the other man. "Hmm, I'd probably do both if that was the case, and then some. Though I'd have to find a replacement, as I don't have my sword anymore..." He cut himself off before going any further, as that was just an unpleasant reminder of his death. "I don't even realize I'm doing it...until you pounce on me, that is. Then I kind of figure it out," he said, smirking slightly.
“Yeah, they are. At least I think so,” Genma smiled. It was a strange couple, but he supposed that he wasn’t one to judge. He was lucky to have Hayate, a younger jounin who was so much different than him. But Genma was extremely grateful for him nonetheless, and definitely wasn’t taking this second chance with Hayate he had been given for granted.
Hayate seemed to have been lost in thought for a few moments, not even responding to Genma’s kisses until he moved down to his nipple. The inevitable mention of the other’s previous death came up and he managed to keep a frown from his face, smirking back at Hayate instead. “Well, it’s sexy anyways,” he grinned, licking across his nipple again before propping himself up on his elbow once more. “You okay?” he asked casually, reaching up to brush some hair from Hayate’s face. “You seemed a bit distracted a moment ago.”
Hayate should have known better than to think that his inattention would go unnoticed by Genma, but he had hoped all the same. "You're too observant for my own good, you know," he said with a sigh. Reaching up to tangle his fingers in Genma's hair, feeling the soft texture as it slipped through callused fingertips, he squared himself for what he would say next. "I was just...thinking, I suppose. We're a bit of an odd couple as well. At least, others would probably think so."
He hated thinking like this, but every so often the goblins of self-doubt would creep up on him, have him second-guess everything. Especially now when he had miraculously come back from the dead, so to speak, he could be denying Genma a chance at happiness with someone other than him. And he was far too selfish to let go now that he had his lover with him again, but it didn't stop the guilt from gnawing at him. "I'm sorry, I'm being stupid. Forget it."
Genma sighed quietly and gazed back at Hayate evenly, affection written clearly in his eyes nonetheless. “So? Doesn’t matter what people think, Hayate,” he replied sincerely, realizing this wasn’t necessarily a time for his usual joking around. “We’re an odd match, maybe, but we compliment each other, better than most,” he murmured, an honest smile lighting up his face now.
Leaning down, he kissed Hayate’s lips softly, one hand moving up to hold his cheek gently. “I love you, idiot. I’m happy with you. And as far as I can tell, you’re pretty happy with me. Can’t think of anything that matters more than that, can you? If anyone has a problem with us, I’ll spit my senbon in their eye,” he snorted softly after breaking away from the kiss, arching a brow at the man beneath him.
Genma always knew what to say to make Hayate stop acting like such an idiot. "Thank you, I'm sorry I was being dumb. I guess I just think too much sometimes." He tried for a smile then, not a broad, toothy grin, it wasn't his way, but a slight curving of the lips, barely there unless you were looking for it, but far more sincere than any bright, sunny smile could be.
Sighing softly against Genma's lips, Hayate did his usual unconscious pout as the kiss broke, trying to follow Genma's lips with his own. "That's not very sanitary, you know. But then again, you'd probably get a kick out of it. You always were a bit weird about things like that." Chuckling softly, he traced his fingertips along Genma's sides lightly, but hard enough so that the gesture didn't tickle. "I love you, too, even though you're crazy - even by jounin standards - and you have an oral fixation, oh, and you like seducing yourself in the mirror," he added, an impish tone flavoring his words.
“You weren’t being dumb and you don’t have to apologize to me,” Genma snorted again, shaking his head almost sternly, but was distracted by the smile on Hayate’s face that made even manly, cool Genma go weak in the knees. Good thing he was lying down. That post-kiss pout wasn’t helping matters either. And Hayate wondered why Genma was insatiable. If he could see himself the way Genma saw him, he’d know why.
“It wouldn’t be about being sanitary,” he muttered. “It’d be about shutting them up,” Genma added with a smirk, enjoying the feel of Hayate’s fingers on his sides.
“Anyways, you like me crazy, you get all the benefits of my so-called oral fixation and I couldn’t have seduced you without my “practicing,” he chuckled as he affectionately traced Hayate’s bottom lip with one fingertip, obviously amused.
“Now take off that robe, will you? I want to see you naked and male,” he grinned naughtily.
"Ha, you could have seduced me without any practice. Though can you really blame me for being a bit reluctant," Hayate inquired with a frown. "How was I supposed to know back then that you were serious? I thought you were playing a trick on me at first, since no one has ever heard of you with anyone other than women." He looked away then, embarrassed as he recalled that time which seemed so long ago, but in reality was probably not even a year before. "I thought you had caught me looking at you and thought you'd have a bit of fun with me, since I was so much younger than you." He knew better now, but back then he had barely known Genma other than by reputation, and a couple of odd missions they had worked on together, though not enough to develop much of a rapport.
"Impatient, aren't we?" Chuckling softly, voice husky, Hayate's fingers fell from Genma's sides to trail down his own body, to the knot of the robe, tugging at it slowly. "You want this off, do you? Maybe you should ask nicely, as it is kind of chilly in here, and this robe is so comfortable and warm..."
“Guess I can’t,” Genma shrugged lightly from above Hayate, crinkling up his forehead at the memory. It was true, what he said. Genma had always had random crushes on men, but had never pursued anything with one and had publicly dated women. Hayate had been the first one to catch his interest enough for him to make a move. He hadn’t been surprised when Hayate was taken aback by the attention
But it had paid off, and now he had Hayate all to himself and was in the best relationship he had ever been in. Minus the whole dying part, and feeling like his heart had been ripped out and that he had lost an important body part and all of that. “Always impatient. You know that,” he grinned, watching with anticipation as Hayate started undoing the knot of his robe. Smirking, he leaned down so that his lips were almost touching Hayate’s ear. “Please take off the robe?” he whispered softly, his lips brushing the outside of the other’s ear, hot breath curling around it.
"It's alright. I had just been surprised at your actions. I'm glad for it, though." From the moment he had obtained the rank of special jounin and had begun to see Genma more often, Hayate had found his eyes drawn to the other man. His strength and charm pulled others in, though he had never expected the other to look his way in return.
A shiver traveled down Hayate's spine at the feel of Genma's warm breath puffing lightly against his ear, fingers growing clumsy at the belt of the robe as he tried to undo it. "A-Aa..." Fingers fumbling a second time, they finally tugged the knot free, the tie falling open at his sides. "Maybe you...should take it off of me," he said, voice husky with the feelings that Genma evoked in him.
“Maybe I should,” Genma smirked, sitting up a bit more and helping Hayate slip off the robe, gently gliding it down his shoulders and arms. Pausing, he took his own look at his boyfriend, eyes following the lines of his body, familiar and comfortable but still exciting at the same time.
After a moment, Genma swung one leg over Hayate’s waist and straddled him, and then reached down and gently took a hold of both of his wrists, raising them above his head and holding them there. “Now. About the part earlier where you were laughing at me about checking myself out in the mirror,” he grinned, rocking his hips in a slow circle against Hayate’s. “I should probably punish you for it, eh? Sneaking up on me like that. Naughty,” he laughed quietly, eyes shining with both humor and desire.
Looking up to where Genma held his wrists above his head, his grip firm, but not so firm that he couldn't break away if he so desired. Being the lover of a shinobi involved a lot of trial and error, as you had to be careful not to set off one of their triggers, and things such as immobility and the like were pretty sure triggers in most. However, Hayate trusted Genma with both his life and his body, and he knew that his lover would do nothing to hurt him or cause him mental stress, so instead he all he felt was arousal at his movement being restricted, as well as the mention of being 'punished'.
When he looked back at Genma, his eyes were half-lidded and dark with desire, cheeks slightly flushed, lips parted as if begging to be kissed. "What sort of punishment do you mean, senpai?" It was a bit kinky, to call Genma by such a formal term in bed, though he indulged from time to time, especially when they were being playful like this. It just added another edge to their games.
Arching a cheeky brow at the term “senpai,” Genma continued to smirk as he leaned down and brushed his lips teasingly over Hayate’s, hands still gripping his wrists gently but firmly above his head. “Oh, I don’t know. I could tease you… until you beg me to fuck you into the mattress?” he suggested casually, but his voice was lower and huskier, the way it always was when he started talking dirty. Surprisingly, Genma didn’t have too much of a foul mouth. With the exception of a few instances in the bedroom, of course.
Hayate looked gorgeous beneath him, like he always did when they were in bed, flushed and wanton. Again, Genma wondered how anyone could have not become insatiable when Hayate was their boyfriend, but then again that didn’t matter, as no one else would ever have the chance. He was possessive, especially after having lost Hayate once before. “So, what do you say? Would you like that, Hayate?” he asked softly with a rather naughty look on his face.
Sucking in a rasping breath at Genma's dirty talk, Hayate squirmed slightly under his lover, turned on by his suggestion, knowing just how much he would enjoy it. Genma was particularly good at drawing things out until he was begging so loudly he barely recognized the person speaking as himself. But Genma wouldn't be Genma if he didn't take full note of each of Hayate's weaknesses, exploiting them mercilessly when the two of them were alone. And he really didn't mind, not when it came with such pleasurable outcomes.
"Mmmm...senpai..." Getting up his nerve, because despite how many times they played games just like this, it was difficult for Hayate to talk in such a way. "Please...please fuck me. I want you, want to feel you inside me..."
It was Genma’s turn to inhale sharply as Hayate shot a dirty reply right back at him. Dear god, it was a rare moment when Hayate actually talked dirty and always affected Genma quite hard (no pun intended.) Smirking even more, he didn’t move for a moment or two before bursting into action, releasing Hayate’s hands and kissing him fiercely, passionately and without restraint. To an on-looker, it might have seemed like the two of them hadn’t kissed in years, the way Genma was going at it.
“I will,” he whispered, pulling away just a fraction, enough so that he could talk but not far enough, their lips brushing with each word his mouth formed. “Because I want you, too. Always want you, Hayate,” he murmured, leaning back another inch to look the younger man in the eye as one sneaky hand slid its way down his smooth chest, skillful fingers wrapping around his cock and squeezing. The best part was always watching Hayate’s face.
"Mmph-!! Mmm..." Despite what he had just said, he hadn't expected Genma to kiss him so forcefully, so it took a moment for his mind and body to catch up with one another, twining his arms around Genma and tugging him closer, returning the kiss just as hungrily. When it broke, he panted for breath, only to have it stolen from him again when one of those strong hands that had been holding his wrists immobile just moments before suddenly wrapped around his cock, bringing him from semi-hardness to being fully erect almost immediately.
"Ah!" He moaned low in his throat, hips involuntarily thrusting upwards, seeking friction on overly-sensitive flesh, his heartbeat quickening to match his ragged breathing. "Genma...nnnghhh..." Dark eyes flickered to the bedside table, where he knew more than a few tubes of lubricant rested within the drawer, and back to his lover's face looming above him. Despite having just said the words, he wasn't sure he could bring himself to ask again so soon, though he knew the pleading words that Genma wanted to hear would be driven past kiss-swollen lips soon enough.
Hayate was already looking towards that drawer, Genma noted, still carefully watching the younger man’s face as his hand began to move down below, up and down, twisting. He knew exactly what Hayate was thinking and pleading for without the other having to say it again. It was easily readable in his dark eyes.
As the younger special jounin frequently enjoyed mentioning, Genma really liked sex. But surprisingly enough, it was the giving part he took the most pleasure in. Especially when it came to Hayate. The sounds he made, the little gasps and moans and whimpers were enthralling. Still, it was even better when they both had fun.
Free hand fumbling in that drawer now, Genma continued moving his hand, still not breaking eye contact with Hayate. “Ready now?” he asked breathily. “Want me now?” he murmured, leaning down for another deep kiss, tongue thoroughly exploring Hayate’s warm mouth.
It was unfair, really, for Genma to know him and his body so well, knowing each sensitive spot and what sort of touch could evoke what sort of reaction in him. It was a side of him that Hayate thought no one would know...until Genma came so unexpectedly into his life, with his lazy drawl and lingering gaze, slowly insinuating himself into Hayate's world, until he no longer knew what it was like without him there.
It was only for Genma that he had ever been like this, only for him did Hayate say such things that he would never have thought he would ever in a hundred lifetimes find himself saying. "Please...I missed it, so much..."
Hearing the rummaging in the drawer stop, Hayate moved his legs, spreading them a bit more for Genma, hips still jerking against his will with each movement of Genma's wickedly talented hand, always seeking more, soft, panting whimpers escaping him with each stroke. "Genma...want you..."
So hot, was all Genma’s lust addled mind could think as Hayate whimpered for him pleadingly. And what else could he do but oblige? With one hand, he opened the lube and lathered his fingers with it, his other hand still gliding up and down Hayate’s cock, thumb brushing over the tip every now and again teasingly. Moving in between the younger man’s legs, he set out on preparing him for what was to come, slipping one finger in carefully, and then two, stretching gently.
The last thing Genma ever wanted to do was hurt Hayate, so he always took his time here. Besides, it was usually around this part of the whole shebang that Hayate started begging the most. Teasing was one of Genma’s favorite things to do, and one of his specialties on top of that. It made things more fun, building up, holding off until the last second before one of them exploded. Amused, completely turned on and fully enjoying himself, Genma hummed quietly in satisfaction, both hands working rhythmically, skillfully, playing Hayate perfectly.
Breath hissed through Hayate's teeth at the familiar burning feeling of Genma's fingers inside him as they stretched him. His lover was always gentle, but those first probing touches were always the worst. After that, the feeling of friction and fullness overtook the unpleasantness until he was panting, writhing, begging.
He knew that Genma did it on purpose, those fleeting brushes against his prostate, enough to get him on edge, but not enough to bring him over the brink, how he would stroke him and touch him just so, so that Hayate's lips moved of their own accord, pleading for more, for release, for completion. "God, Genma...nnngghh...you sexy bastard...please-!!!" His hips jerked in time with Genma's movements, knowing full well that he was playing into his lover's hands, but too dazed to be able to stop himself.
Grinning breathily, Genma removed his slick fingers and moved them to his own straining cock, gasping sharply as he covered himself with more of the cool gel. Good thing Hayate was ready, because after watching the younger man doing all of that panting and writhing about beneath him, Genma sure as hell was. “Going to… promise,” he murmured, gently pushing Hayate’s knees up and positioning himself between his legs.
“Love you,” he added, closing his eyes and pushing in in one smooth stroke, all the way to the hilt and stayed there. His hands pressed into the mattress on either side of Hayate’s shoulders, and his head fell forward, hair falling into his face. “H-hayate,” he whispered, swallowing hard, using all of his will power not to start slamming into the man beneath him, waiting for the signal to start moving.
"A-Ah!!!" Digging his heels into the bed, Hayate arched up as Genma thrust in, eyes clenched tightly shut as his body adjusted to having Genma's cock buried so deeply inside him.
After a little while he relaxed, breath no longer hitching in his chest, and Hayate opened his eyes, looking up at Genma, seeing the tension in his face as he tried to hold back. Lips curving once more into a semblance of a smile, Hayate reached up and tucked Genma's hair behind his ears. "I love you, Genma. Please...make love to me." The words were different than what he had asked for before, though the same. Because despite how fevered and intense their couplings were, it was always lovemaking.
Blinking his eyes open, Genma gazed down at Hayate, eyes hazy with lust but still filled with so much affection. He returned the other man’s smile and leaned down, kissing him gently, genuinely. Up until that point, it had been all mischievous, and teasing. But now he was being sincere.
Pulling back, Genma pulled almost all the way out, his breathing staggering as he pushed back in again, letting out a soft moan of pleasure. “Anything… you ask for,” he spoke between heavy breaths, starting up a slow and steady rhythm. One hand moved up to cup Hayate’s cheek, all of his balance resting on his knees and on his other hand. Genma’s thumb tenderly ran beneath his eye, his expression speaking volumes about the way he felt. Prior to starting his relationship with Hayate, Genma had had plenty of sex. And it had been good. But now that he had experienced it with someone he loved, he would never go back.
Gasping softly at the friction of withdrawal and thrust, Hayate's eyes never left Genma's, as if he were unable to look away. He turned his head slightly into Genma's touch against his cheek, pressing a kiss to his palm, a simple gesture, yet filled with the depth of his feelings for the other man.
This...this had been what he had sought but never thought he would find. A shinobi's life is far too short, and as a sickly child growing into a sickly adult, he expected his life to be far shorter than most. That had indeed come true, but in the process he had found Genma, coming so unexpected into his life, rearranging everything so that he was the focus of Hayate's world. And now that they had been given a second chance to be together, he would cling to it with both hands and hold it close, doing everything in his power to keep it all from slipping between his fingers once more. "More..."
Genma couldn’t refuse a request like that. Really, if he were to be honest, Genma really couldn’t refuse Hayate altogether. The kiss to his palm would have made the woman he was the day before mist up, but Genma merely smiled lovingly. Still, with all the thrusting he was doing down below, it was getting harder for him to concentrate, and even form whole thoughts.
Picking up speed, Genma leaned forward, resting his weight on his forearms and his forehead against Hayate’s. One arm reached down to help wrap both of Hayate’s legs around his waist, changing the angle and pushing himself in even deeper. The two of them couldn’t have been any closer than they were at that instant, physically and otherwise. “Nggghh Hayate,” Genma moaned, free hand twisting in the sheets beneath them. His speed increased once more and his eyes closed, sweaty foreheads pressed against one another’s.
Realizing what Genma was after as he lifted his legs up, Hayate hooked his ankles together to keep them wrapped around Genma's waist, gasping at the different, deeper angle achieved by the slight shifting of their bodies. Arms wrapped around Genma's shoulders, nails raking pink trails down his lover's back, damp with sweat as they both sought completion within the other.
Feeling himself getting close, Hayate brought one hand between them, grasping his hard cock and stroking it, biting down on his lower lip to keep himself from moaning too loudly. "Nnnnghhh, Genma...close, so close...please! Nn!!!"
Hayate’s desperate pleas were plenty enough for Genma to hurry things along further. His legs and arms were burning from the effort, but he kept moving, hips swiveling, twisting as he pumped in and out of Hayate. The hair around his face was damp with sweat, but he didn’t care. He was close too, and he wanted to wait until Hayate came first, but he couldn’t help it.
Everything came to a screeching halt and Genma tensed and froze, letting out a long groan as he released. He half collapsed on top of Hayate, unable to keep himself up any longer. One hand moved down to help the younger man finish as well, replacing his hand with his own and wearily but satedly watching his face.
Seeing Genma's face contorted in pleasure as his orgasm hit, feeling him thrust even deeper as he came, it brought Hayate right to the brink of his own orgasm. Gasping as Genma collapsed on him, Hayate arched up as his lover's hand displaced his own on his erection. At that point, he could no longer hold back, stiffening as he came, Genma's name barely understandable as he cried out in pleasure.
Moments later, when he finally had enough presence of mind to attempt coherent speech and voluntary movements, he reached out, pushing away the strands of hair that clung to Genma's sweaty and flushed face. "Mmm, definitely much better when we're in our usual bodies," he said, leaning up to press a soft, tender kiss to Genma's lips.
Gladly returning the gentle kiss, Genma smiled and rested his forehead against Hayate’s again once they had broken apart. “Gonna have to agree with you there,” he grinned, carefully rolling off of the younger man and lying down next to him, their legs still entangled and his arms wrapped securely around his waist.
“Male Hayate is definitely better,” he added with a silly smirk, pressing a kiss to Hayate’s jaw and looking very satisfied. One would have thought that Genma had just had sex for the first time in months, when really, he and Hayate had been at it the entire day before. He really was insatiable. “Okay. Once we can fully move again, I suggest a shower,” he sighed contently, running the palm of his hand up and down Hayate’s chest.
Sighing softly as Genma pulled out of him, Hayate frowned at that vaguely empty feeling he always felt afterwards, instead contenting himself to lay within Genma's arms, listening to his heartbeat. This was one of his favorite times, lying here after they had sex, not even talking, just existing.
"Good answer," he replied, a teasing tone evident in his voice. Looking down at the mess the two of them were, Hayate grimaced. A shower was definitely in order. But later. Right now he just wanted to lie there and enjoy being with Genma for a little longer.