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Iruka blinked at the sudden darkness he was in. There was light coming into the room from under a door, but it was too soon to differentiate anything from the darkness and the light. Where had Kakashi sent them?

He didn't have the time to wonder, as insistent hands ran along his sides, one catching the zipper on his vest. Lips were pressed against his in another kiss, and he barely noticed the rather loud sound his vest made as Kakashi pulled the zipper down to tug out the neatly tucked-in shirt Iruka was wearing.

Iruka bumped up against a wall behind him, the knot of his hitai-ate becoming mildly discomforting as those lips pressed more firmly against his.

Light-headed from the sudden assault, but having nothing against Kakashi trying to make-out with him, Iruka brought his hands up to where he knew mentally calculated Kakashi's hips would be for purchase. Moaning lightly as Kakashi's hands slipped under his shirt, he wriggled as slightly cold fingertips stroked against his skin.

That's when he rubbed accidentally against Kakashi's front.

Gasping, Iruka's eyes fluttered shut and he shuddered as Kakashi took advantage of his opened mouth. Gods, but was the man a good kisser! Probably a by-product of reading all that porn, but still!

Iruka whined as Kakashi broke off the kiss to lick and nibble at Iruka's neck. Opening his eyes, a part of Iruka's mind idly noted that they appeared to be, in all things, a *supply* closet.

Then Kakashi's hands were on certain parts, and Iruka didn't notice that the room was all that small anymore. Or that there was a room at all.

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