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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Naruto
  Relationship:
      Hatake_Kakashi/Hatake_Sakumo
  Character:
      Hatake_Sakumo, Hatake_Kakashi
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex, Extremely_Underage, Parent/Child_Incest, Consensual
      Underage_Sex, Seriously_don't_read_this_if_Extremely_Underage_Sex_squicks
      you, Kakashi_is_a_smart_little_fucker, Sakumo_is_seriously_smitten_with
      Kakashi, That_is_not_a_joke, He's_literally_in_love_with_his_son, Sakumo
      headcannons, Hatacest, Crossdressing_Kakashi, Exactly_What_It_Says_on_the
      Tin, Porn_With_Plot, Just_a_light_sprinkle_of_plot_for_flavor_though,
      Sakumo_likes_seeing_Kakashi_in_pretty_clothing, No_actual_penetration
      because_Kakashi_is_really_small, Kakashi_is_mature_as_fuck, Tiny_Kakashi
      is_adorable, Kid_Hatake_Kakashi, I_really_need_to_write_something_with
      Sakumo_and_Tiny_Kakashi_that_isn't_smut, Don't_Hate_Me_because_I'm_a
      terrible_person, Hate_me_because_I_can't_control_myself_instead
  Series:
      Part 1 of Hatake_Sakumo/Kid_Hatake_Kakashi_Stuff
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-23 Words: 7876
****** Kakashi and Tōsan Play Dress Up ******
by RiddleWraith
Summary
     This is exactly what it sounds like. Sakumo decides he wants to see
     his son in cute/pretty clothing and buys things to accommodate this.
     He then decides to play "dress up" with Kakashi as the doll (with
     Kakashi's consent of course). I could have kept this adorable but my
     mind goes to terrible places sometimes. This is the result. Deal with
     it. Shameless smut because I write a LOT of it. Some emotional crap
     and some plot but mostly porn.
Notes
     I have problems. Acknowledge that and move on. Also, I’m well aware
     that Kakashi acts mature as fuck but I’m chalking that up to him
     being a prodigy and at least somewhat wise to the ways of the world.
     I doubt he didn’t read every book he could get his hands on from the
     day he learned to read and he didn’t let anyone’s opinions or
     disapproval stop him from reading what he wanted to read regardless
     of the topic. Besides that, this is fiction. It won’t be exactly like
     real life. Anyone that has any complaints can send them directly to
     Donald J Trump, our lovely Oompa Loompa In Chief.
See the end of the work for more notes
Sakumo smiled as his son raced up to him and into his arms. Kakashi had grown
into such a pretty boy and he was already on his way to being an excellent
shinobi. At this point he had become even prettier than his mother. Kakashi had
gotten the best of both Sakumo and his mother’s genes and Sakumo already knew
he was going to be stunning. It was too bad he had already gotten into the
habit of hiding his pretty little face behind those masks of his. That was okay
though. Sakumo was thinking of introducing Kakashi to a new game today.
If all went as planned he would get to see Kakashi’s pretty face all he wanted
while they were both at home together. Kakashi didn’t need to show his face off
all the time anyway. If he did that his son would have far too many fans to
deal with and Sakumo already wanted the boy all to himself. He was hardly going
to let anyone else take his son’s time or attention away from him. He hummed to
himself as he carried Kakashi back to their shared home, thinking of all the
pretty pieces of clothing he was dying to have Kakashi try on for him. He was
sure Kakashi would indulge him.
What boy didn’t want to please his father after all? He stopped off at a small
place to get them some takeout so he didn’t have to cook tonight and they
headed straight home from there. They made small talk on the way home but most
of Sakumo’s mind was on the things he had bought with Kakashi in mind not that
long ago. He was really looking forward to having his son model some of those
clothes for him if Kakashi agreed to it. He had to keep his mind limited to
clean mental images. Being aroused in public while holding one’s own son did
not look good no matter who you were.
When they finally reached their compound he let Kakashi down to run ahead of
him to the door though of course he waited for his father to get there so
Sakumo could disarm his security seals and traps without triggering them and
open the door. Shinobi didn’t bother with common door locks as any shinobi out
of the academy and even some still in it knew how to pick locks. Once his
security measures were temporarily disarmed Kakashi ran ahead of him inside
while he was left to bring their dinner to the kitchen alone. Mindful of the
setting sun he switched a few lights on along the way.
After their dinner was on the table he went and reactivated his traps and seals
so they couldn’t be interrupted by anyone without at the least knowing about
it. He was eager to teach Kakashi the new game he had devised. With a smile he
grabbed his son up from the floor and cuddled the boy to him, tickling him
until he was breathless with laughter and then sitting down on the couch with
Kakashi on his lap. Once Kakashi had caught his breath again Sakumo asked him
the question he had wanted to ask him since they had gotten back home.
“Hey Kakashi, do you want to learn a new game? It’s an adult game but I think
you’re ready to start learning it now. People usually wait to teach it to their
children but I think you’re mature enough to learn it already. Are you
interested?” Sakumo asked, knowing that adding things alluding to it being for
adults would interest his son at the least. Kakashi stopped for a moment to
consider it and Sakumo stopped to internally gush at how adorable his son
looked when he was so serious. After a few moments his son nodded an
affirmative and Sakumo smiled once more.
“Now, I know this sounds silly but sometimes adults like to see each other in
pretty clothes. They especially like to see pretty people in pretty clothes.
Will you let tōsan dress you up in something pretty, Kakashi? You’ve grown very
pretty and your tōsan wants to see you in pretty clothes.” Sakumo said, carding
his hand through Kakashi’s hair. Kakashi pouted and crossed his arms.
“’M not supposed to be pretty. I’m a boy.” He said petulantly and Sakumo
resisted the urge to hug Kakashi tightly at how cute he was when he was
pouting.
“Kakashi, it’s perfectly normal for boys to be pretty too. Not all of them are
but some boys are just naturally pretty and you are very much so. You’ve
inherited the best features from both your mother and I so naturally you have a
very pretty face. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. I suppose if you don’t want to
though you don’t have to play. I’ll just have to find something else to do
today.” Sakumo said with a small sigh. It was a shame but he wasn’t going to
try to force his son to dress up for him. If he did this he wanted Kakashi to
enjoy it to or else there was no point in it.
He actually felt Kakashi sigh and heard him grumble quietly to himself though
he didn’t hear what was said. He did hear when Kakashi spoke up, however.
“Fine; I’ll play but if I look stupid I’m not going to play anymore.” Kakashi
said firmly. Sakumo nodded in agreement, trying to hide his building
excitement.
“Okay. You won’t look stupid though since the clothes I picked out will suit
you.” Sakumo said, lifting Kakashi fully into his arms as he stood. He hurried
to his bedroom, sitting his son on his bed and grabbing the numerous bags he
had collected from the shopping he had done earlier out of his closet. “Get
undressed while tōsan finds something for you to wear.” Sakumo said over his
shoulder, busily digging through the bags for what he wanted Kakashi to wear
first. He dug out a small pair of panties from one bag and dug around in
another for the adorable skirt he had spotted just earlier.
When he had those in hand he dug around in yet another bag and grabbed out a
cute top to complete the outfit. When he turned back around he allowed himself
a few seconds to appreciate his son’s nearly bare, pale skin and finally
revealed face before he hurried over to him.
“Okay, I want you to try these on. The panties too please.” He said, glancing
down at the small underwear his son still wore. Kakashi sighed but shimmied out
of his underwear, unknowing of just how much his father was enjoying the view
as he slipped into the cute little black panties. Once he had the panties on he
stepped into the black skirt and slid it up and over his hips, grabbing the
silver top afterward and sliding it on over his head. Annoyingly, to Kakashi at
least, the sleeves didn’t go over his shoulders but around them instead. Once
he was done dressing he turned back to his father.
“What should I do now? This isn’t very fun so far.” Kakashi said, crossing his
arms. Sakumo broke himself out of his daze to answer. He had been wrong
earlier. His son wouldn’t bestunning because he already was stunning. He had to
swallow hard before he could answer him.
“This is just the start of the game. You already look very cute. You’ve made
your tōsan very happy, Kakashi. Would you like to see how pretty you look?”
Sakumo asked and Kakashi nodded. Sakumo lifted Kakashi more carefully this
time, being careful not to dislodge or wrinkle any of the clothing Kakashi had
put on as he brought him over to the full length mirror that sat against one of
his walls and sat Kakashi on his feet before it. Kakashi used the mirror to
look at himself with a critical eye, twisting this way and that as he examined
himself in the clothing Sakumo gave him.
After a few minutes he stopped examining himself and nodded in satisfaction.
“I suppose it will do. I look passable but it’s too modern for me to display
any true beauty through something like this.” He said decisively and Sakumo
blinked. His son had really put that much thought into the clothing? He really
just wanted to see Kakashi in something cute. He knew Kakashi was a prodigy but
did that intelligence seriously spread to female clothing as well? As he
watched Kakashi wander over to the bags and start digging through them himself
Sakumo conceded that it probably did. He really hadn’t thought Kakashi would
put so much thought into it.
He found himself entranced as Kakashi stripped off the clothes he had been
wearing carelessly, leaving him in only the cute little black panties that did
nothing to hide the swell of his cute little butt from his father. It wasn’t
until Kakashi pulled out a full black kimono with silver accents and a silver
obi that he was once again broken from his trance. Apparently Kakashi really
was going full traditional on this next one.
“Come and help me put this on.” He demanded of Sakumo, making the man nod
instantly. He hurried over to his son to do so. He tried to control his
breathing as he helped his son slide the kimono over bare, pale shoulders to
settle it on him correctly. He helped him straighten and wrap all the layers of
it before helping him finish it off by tying the obi in the back. Once it was
settled on his son he allowed himself to step back and take in the full picture
and when he did he was left breathless. How was his son this gorgeous? He knew
logically but Kakashi looked like something purely ethereal right now.
He looked like a small god had decided to grace the earth with his presence for
a short while and Sakumo had been the only one lucky enough to be around when
he arrived.
“Well?” Kakashi demanded, breaking Sakumo’s perusal of his body and bringing
attention to his pretty face once more. “Do I look good or not?” Kakashi asked,
raising an eyebrow at his dazed father. Why was the man spacing out so much
today? Sakumo cleared his throat and nodded.
“You look perfect.” Sakumo said, his voice a rougher growl than Kakashi was
used to. Kakashi decided that he would see for himself if his father was right
and made his way carefully to the mirror, finding it far harder to move in the
fully wrapped kimono than it was to move in anything else he had ever worn. He
only paid attention to what his father was doing when the man came back with a
pair of geta to complete the look. He helped Kakashi keep his balance by
holding his small hand while he lifted each foot to step into the tall footwear
and then step in front of the mirror.
Kakashi smiled as he got a proper look at himself. This was far more fitting on
him than what he had worn earlier. He wondered if a little makeup would make
him look even better. He had to admit that his father was right; he really did
look pretty in things like this. It gave him a small thrill to wear such pretty
things when he was so used to wearing what was practical and not caring what it
looked like. He decided that he wanted to wear this for the rest of the day and
he turned to his father to tell him so only to notice that Sakumo’s dark eyes
were moving over him once more.
“Tōsan, what are you doing?” Kakashi asked, making Sakumo jump as he startled.
“I was just admiring how you look in the kimono, Kakashi. It makes your tōsan
very happy to see you looking so pretty.” Sakumo said, his voice rougher still
than it had been earlier. Kakashi shrugged it off and spoke.
“Okay, let’s go eat. I’m hungry.” Kakashi demanded, turning to walk carefully
from the room while he tried to get used to walking in a kimono and geta.
“You want to wear that while eating?” Sakumo asked, surprised. Kakashi nodded
without looking back at his father, still carefully heading for the door.
“Yes, I like wearing this. I want to wear it for the rest of the day.” Kakashi
said simply and Sakumo thanked the Sage that his son liked at least one of the
things he bought him. He looked absolutely perfect in it and Sakumo couldn’t
help but admire the small, strong curves of his young body in the thing. He
hoped Kakashi would take to the other “games” he wanted to teach him as well as
he took to this one. He wanted to be able to touch his son how he wanted
without scaring Kakashi but that would have to wait until Kakashi consented to
such a thing.
Even then Sakumo would have to explain it to him so that he understood that it
was usually something that adults did with each other. Sakumo felt that his son
was old enough to handle it though. His son was going to be beautiful his
entire life so he should learn early what that would entail if he wanted to let
anyone touch him. As much as he wanted to take his son now, the thought of
hurting him in any way disgusted Sakumo. Kakashi would need a lot of
preparation before he was ready for what Sakumo ultimately wanted him to do.
The thought of his perfect little son bouncing on his cock was making him hard
fast and he needed to stop thinking about it right now. Kakashi was not ready
to go that far quite yet consider he hadn’t even introduced him to anything
sexual yet. He might start introducing him to it after dinner if Kakashi agreed
to another “game” but it would be awhile before he could prepare Kakashi enough
to take Sakumo into his body. He had gotten toys just for Kakashi’s eventual
preparation but those would have to wait for awhile as well. He wanted his son
to be ready for it first.
Going too fast with this would likely scare Kakashi and that was the last thing
he wanted to do. He really didn’t want to scare his son when all he wanted was
to show the boy just how much he loved him. Sure, some might say his desire for
his son was wrong but he couldn’t bring himself to feel that the things he felt
for his son were wrong on any level when he loved Kakashi so very much. He
might feel lust for him as well but that was only a small facet of what he
actually felt; something as pure as his love for his son couldn’t be wrong no
matter what type of love it was.
Sakumo let his love for his son fill him as they sat down to eat together,
savoring the quiet moment with Kakashi as one of those moments that were few
and far between. It wasn’t too often that they got to eat together or even
spend a few hours together. He was a Jounin and a powerful one at that and thus
he was often sent out on missions that the village felt wouldn’t be handled
well by anyone not on par with himself or the Sannin. Since the second Shinobi
World War had ended he and the Sannin had been popular choices to be sent out
on difficult missions so it wasn’t that unusual.
The village had started sending them on even more missions since yet another
war had started when his son had just turned 2 years old. Sakumo was starting
to wonder if his son would ever see a world without war. He dearly hoped so.
The Third Shinobi World War had started only 3 years ago but it was looking
like it was going to be a long one. With only 20 years since the last war
Sakumo found himself growing weary of a war torn world. Yes, on one hand they
had gotten a 20 year break which was great but this was the second war he had
seen in his lifetime.
He was young when the last war had been going on and though he had made a name
for himself as Konoha’s White Fang he had been through so many close calls
during that time that when the war ended he was frankly amazed that he had
survived it. For years after the war he would frequently wake up to nightmares
of watching his comrades die and nightmares of actually dying himself in one of
the many close calls he had been through. For years he felt that he couldn’t
relax even in his own village surrounded by allies so he was always on alert
for threats even when logically he didn’t need to be.
War had taken a lot from him including his sense of security even within his
own village and the stress of being constantly on edge for years had aged him
both mentally and physically. It was only when he met the woman that became his
wife that he started to finally feel at ease again. Something about her had
just eased his soul every time they spoke and it led him to falling in love
with her. They had been happily married for years before she became pregnant
with his son. They had named the baby together once they found out it was to be
a boy and both happily anticipated his birth.
Unfortunately, there were unforeseen complications during the birth and the
doctors informed the expectant parents that while the child or the mother could
survive, it would require a choice because they couldn’t save both of them.
While Sakumo had begged and pleaded with his wife to choose herself since they
could have another baby she had refused to let her child die if she had any say
in the matter. Although Sakumo hated it, it was ultimately her choice and he
would respect it. Sakumo thus grieved the woman he loved even as his son was
brought into the world and his wife passed from it.
He had given his son the name they had chosen together and had vowed to cherish
the child as the only thing he had left of the woman he loved. He couldn’t ever
bring himself to resent the boy even if it was his birth that had caused the
death of his wife. She had loved Kakashi so much even before his birth that she
had chosen his life over her own and he could never hate something that his
wife had loved so much. Eventually he had come to love Kakashi as his son
rather than just as the only thing left of his late wife. He had nearly let
himself love the boy only for what he represented.
For awhile after that he had been ashamed of himself for not loving his son for
who he was and not what he was right away but Kakashi himself had helped his
father to get over that shame with the bond that had grown between father and
son. The boy had shown his intelligence since the day he was born and he had
always seemed to know when his father was in low spirits. Whenever Sakumo felt
low Kakashi would demand attention in whatever way he could until his father
picked him up and he would then cuddle with the man until his anguish had
eased.
No matter how old Kakashi got this was a trend that had continued and Sakumo
had grown to cherish these moments with his son. He wasn’t sure when he had
started to fall in love with Kakashi but he was sure that his wife wouldn’t
approve of it. Even despite that he couldn’t help what he started to feel.
Kakashi was just like his late wife in so many ways and he soothed Sakumo’s
tattered soul with the same ease that the woman herself always had. He was the
balm for Sakumo’s many emotional wounds and scars and he couldn’t help but hold
that balm as close to him as humanly possible.
“Tōsan, what are you thinking about?” Kakashi asked him, tilting his head a bit
in his curiosity. Sakumo smiled at how adorable his son was when he did that,
dismissing his thoughts with a shake of his head.
“I was just thinking about how lucky I am to have you, Kakashi. I don’t know if
I could have made it without you.” Sakumo said sincerely. Kakashi moved to his
father’s side and embraced him, looking up at the man with a serious
expression.
“You would have. Stop doubting yourself, tōsan. You are strong and you would
make it with or without me.” Kakashi said, completely sure of himself. Sakumo
pulled Kakashi close to him as emotion suddenly clogged his throat and tears
stung his eyes. What had he done to deserve such a good son?
“I’m glad I never had to find out.” Sakumo replied, his voice thick with the
emotion that still clogged his throat. Kakashi hugged him back tightly, just
letting his father bask in his presence long enough to calm the man down. Once
they had been there awhile, Kakashi finally spoke.
“I love you tōsan.” Kakashi said quietly against his father’s chest, glad that
he could give his father comfort with his presence as he didn’t know how to do
so with his words. He often tried but he was smart enough to know it was more
his presence that comforted his father than anything he could say to the man.
He felt his father’s arms tighten around him.
“I love you too, Kakashi.” Sakumo said, giving his son one last squeeze before
he pulled back from the embrace enough to look down into his son’s pretty face.
He hesitated in asking what he wanted to ask, knowing that if he did it would
inexorably change his relationship with his son from at least his point of
view. Kakashi noticed his hesitation and questioned him.
“Tōsan, what’s wrong?” he asked, making Sakumo’s stomach tighten with both
anxiety and anticipation. Sakumo took in a deep breath before he let it out in
a shaky sigh.
“Kakashi, would you be mad if your tōsan did something weird?” Sakumo
questioned. Kakashi looked curious but shook his head nonetheless.
“I wouldn’t be mad, tōsan. What do you want to do?” Kakashi asked, curious as
to what his father would do. Sakumo’s anxiety grew along with his anticipation,
making his heart thunder in his chest.
“I want to kiss you but not in the same way I usually do. Adults sometimes
share a… different kind of kiss. It is meant to show someone how much the other
person loves them.” Sakumo said carefully, his breathing carefully controlled
to stop his body from showing just how anxious he was. Kakashi looked pensive
for a moment before he nodded.
“Okay. I don’t mind if you kiss me, tōsan.” Kakashi answered, smiling up at his
father. Kakashi felt his father’s arms shake as he moved them, one wrapping
around his waist as the hand of the other gently cupped the side of his face.
Sakumo pulled Kakashi forward gently until their lips met in a chaste kiss. His
lips moved against his son’s slowly, letting Kakashi learn what to do as the
kiss went on. Kakashi quickly learned what to do and he returned his father’s
kiss shyly, unsure of himself. Sakumo rewarded his son for learning so quickly
by deepening the kiss between them.
He licked across Kakashi’s lips until they opened to him, using his tongue to
carefully tease Kakashi’s out of his mouth until it until it twisted together
with his in a dance that Kakashi learned as they went along. By the time they
pulled back to breathe both had flushed faces from the intimate act they had
just finished together. Sakumo rested his forehead gently against his son’s as
he caught his breath, both regretting and not regretting his actions. On one
hand he had finally gotten to kiss his lovely son but on the other hand he
really should have restrained himself.
As much as he loved Kakashi, he knew that it was unlikely his son would ever
come to love him in the same way. He was having second thoughts about teaching
his son about the more adult side of life. If he did, there would certainly be
consequences for his actions here later. Once Kakashi grew old enough to
understand what his father had done to him he would hate him for it. Sakumo
never wanted Kakashi to hate him and he most certainly never wanted to be the
cause of said hate. He would need to stop this before it went any further
despite how much he wanted his son.
“I’m sorry, Kakashi. I shouldn’t have done that. Your first kiss should have
been with someone you wanted to kiss.” Sakumo said regretfully. He was
surprised when Kakashi glared up at him.
“Don’t say that, tōsan. Did I say I didn’t want to kiss you?” Kakashi asked,
raising an eyebrow. Sakumo was at a loss as to what he should say here.
“Well, I mean- that’s not what I meant. I meant that you should have done this
with someone you love; someone you might spend the rest of your life with. I
shouldn’t have even had the thought to kiss you in that way.” Sakumo said,
trying to explain to Kakashi that what he had done, while he had wanted it, was
wrong at least on some level because Kakashi was too young to make an informed
choice regardless of what Kakashi said on the matter.
“Do you think that I don’t love you?!” Kakashi demanded, making Sakumo flinch.
“Do you think I don’t want to spend as long as I possibly can with you?! I
wanted that kiss too! Just because I didn’t know how to do it before you taught
me doesn’t mean I wanted it any less! Don’t patronize me! You know damn well
I’m different from other children! I’m smarter than them and I know what that
kiss was supposed to mean! I’m not stupid, tōsan! I know the implications
here!” Kakashi ranted, angry that Sakumo thought he was too stupid to
understand what his father felt for him.
Even if he hadn’t known before this, he knew it now. That kiss had done more to
tell him of his father’s feelings for him than anything the man had done so
far. He knew that his father’s feelings for him were abnormal from an objective
standpoint but he also knew that he didn’t care. He wanted his father to love
him. That love took a different form than he was expecting but that didn’t mean
he wanted it any less than he had before. He was happy that he could make
Sakumo happy no matter how that happiness was achieved. His father was the only
person he even remotely cared about.
“I’m your father. I’m not supposed to kiss you like that. I’m not supposed to
love you the way I love you. I’m not supposed to have these feelings.” Sakumo
said quietly, hating himself for feeling the way that he did. He was startled
when Kakashi grabbed his face to focus his attention on his son once more.
“Stop that right now, tōsan! I don’t care that you are my father! I don’t care
what society says about what you should feel! I know you don’t regret feeling
the way you do about me so what’s the actual problem here?!” Kakashi demanded,
angry that his father was trying to push his feelings away. Sakumo swallowed
harshly. He hadn’t ever wanted Kakashi to know the root of his fears but here
he was demanding to know them anyway. Still, he had brought this upon himself
with the kiss he had initiated with his son so he would have to deal with the
consequences of it.
“I…” Sakumo started, his words getting caught in his throat as his fears came
to the forefront of his mind. He forced himself to continue regardless of his
aching heart. “I want so much more from you than just a kiss. I want everything
that you are and I hate myself for it. If I were to give in to my desires, you
might enjoy what I want to do to you now but one day you’ll wake up and realize
the full scope what I’ve done to you. One day, you’ll wake up and realize that
what I did to you was wrong and you’ll hate me for it. I don’t want you to hate
me.” Sakumo finished quietly, his voice shaking.
Kakashi hugged his father fiercely, surprising the man. He had expected Kakashi
to be disgusted with him at the very least. He heard his son let out a short
laugh and he was confused.
“You’re so stupid, tōsan. I love you, idiot. I’m not smarter than other kids
for nothing. I know what sex is and I know what it means to some people. I know
what desire for another is and I know that you can’t help who you desire. I
love you and I always will regardless of what we do or don’t do together. I
will love you even when you get tired of me and find that you love someone else
more. Nothing matters to me except for your happiness. I could never hate you!”
Kakashi said vehemently, opposed to the very idea that he could ever feel
something as vile as hatred for his own father.
Sakumo felt his heart swell with happiness and love for his son and he was
surprised when he felt Kakashi’s small hands wipe at his face. It was only when
he realized what Kakashi was doing that he also realized he was crying. He
tried to stop the flow of tears but his realization only led to him releasing
the floodgates. He hugged his son to him as he cried, his sobs the only sound
around them besides Kakashi’s softly murmured reassurances of love. He didn’t
realize how long they had been there until he noticed how dark it was outside.
He had been crying for nearly an hour.
“I’m sorry, Kakashi. You’re probably tired of having to comfort your tōsan.
You’re not supposed to have to emotionally support a grown man. I’m sorry you
have to see me like this so often.” Sakumo said self-deprecatingly as he
finally released his son. He always put too much on Kakashi’s shoulders. He was
only five years old and Sakumo depended on him for comfort far more than he
really should. It should be the other way around but Kakashi had always been a
mature and emotionally stable child. Sakumo had grown too used to taking
comfort from the only piece of his small family he had left.
“That doesn’t matter, tōsan. I’m happy that I can comfort you. I want you to be
happy. Comforting you is not a burden. You can’t handle everything by yourself
so I’m happy you let me take some of the burden off of your shoulders.” Kakashi
said gently, smiling up at his father. Sakumo looked at Kakashi in awe,
wondering what he had done to deserve such an amazing, understanding son.
“Sage, I love you.” Sakumo said, not realizing he had said so aloud. Kakashi’s
smile widened and he embraced his father again, burying his face in the sitting
man’s neck to take in his comforting scent.
“I love you too, tōsan. I will love you in whichever way you wish me to.”
Kakashi murmured into his father’s neck. Sakumo heard him nonetheless and his
arms came up to embrace his son tightly, holding Kakashi to him until the boy
released him from his hold. Before Kakashi could completely move away after the
embrace Sakumo brought a hand up to cup Kakashi’s face tenderly. He slowly
leaned in for a kiss, giving Kakashi time to move away if it wasn’t what he
wanted. Kakashi stayed where he was, letting his lips meet his father’s eagerly
in another kiss full of unspoken desires.
Sakumo devoured his son’s pretty mouth with less than a thought, their tongues
twining together like they were long lost lovers only just reunited despite the
fact that Kakashi had only learned how to kiss a little less than an hour ago.
This time Sakumo picked his son up and set him carefully in his lap, seating
him sideways as the kimono wouldn’t allow Kakashi to spread his legs enough to
straddle his father. Kakashi didn’t mind the odd position, kissing his father
back just as fervently as he was being kissed himself as he tried to put all
the love he felt for his father into the kiss.
The kiss was only broken when he shifted a little in his father’s lap and
Sakumo moaned against Kakashi’s mouth as Kakashi inadvertently stimulated his
already stiffening cock. Kakashi only realized what was happening when he felt
his father’s stiffening organ start to press against him from underneath. He
may have never participated in anything sexual before but he wasn’t uneducated
on the matter as he had read plenty of books on the subject. Experimentally he
shifted again, letting the curve of his ass rub against his father’s arousal
and drawing another moan from him.
“Kakashi…” Sakumo groaned, his breath coming out hot and heavy against his
son’s neck. Encouraged, Kakashi wrapped the arm closest to Sakumo around the
man’s neck for leverage and ground himself down into the growing bulge beneath
him. It was only then that Sakumo realized his son was doing it on purpose now
and he gripped the boy’s hips tightly, using the leverage to grind his growing
arousal up into his son’s small, perfect ass. It wasn’t long before he was
completely hard and panting, wanting nothing more than to open Kakashi up for
him and take him here and now.
Kakashi was most certainly not unaffected by his father’s clear desire for him
and despite his young age he was as hard as he could get. He suddenly found the
beautiful kimono he wore to be hot and restricting and he whined in the back of
his throat.
“Tōsan, help me undress. I’m too hot.” He whimpered. Sakumo eagerly complied,
hurrying to untie the obi and help Kakashi unwrap the suddenly stifling layers
of the kimono he wore. Kakashi had to stand to finally be freed of the fabric
but once he was it was carelessly tossed aside in their haste. He then took off
the small black panties as well and pulled his father by the hand to the couch
in the living room. Once his father was seated Kakashi wasted no time in
freeing the man’s arousal from its confines and then climbing back up to sit
with his back to his father’s chest.
Sakumo panted as Kakashi maneuvered himself so his cock was between Kakashi’s
thighs and was touching his son’s own small arousal. When Kakashi squeezed him
tightly between his thighs he bit his lip and groaned, precum leaking from his
cock at the stimulation. He realized what his son’s intentions were when
Kakashi used his arms braced on Sakumo’s legs to lift himself, gliding up over
Sakumo’s cock before he let himself drop again. He gripped his son’s hips again
tightly, lifting Kakashi and reveling in the feeling of Kakashi’s small cock
and his thighs rubbing against his hard flesh.
He brought his son down hard, relishing the pleasured gasp Kakashi released as
his own small cock was stimulated by his father’s. Sakumo set a steady rhythm,
thrusting between his son’s thighs and letting himself imagine that he was
taking him for the first time. The small, pleased sounds Kakashi released only
added to the illusion and with how tightly Kakashi kept his thighs together it
was easy to imagine his pretty son’s small hole stretched open around him while
he happily took his father into himself. He didn’t last very long with the
potent visual and he soon reached his climax.
He groaned as he shot his load over his son’s thighs and stomach, thrusting
until he was spent. It was only when he had come down from his orgasm that he
heard the whimpers of frustration from his son and realized he had selfishly
finished without making sure his son had as well. Kakashi had a hand on himself
and was stroking his small cock but it was clear he didn’t really know what he
was doing. He gently moved Kakashi’s small hand from its place, taking hold of
his son’s small cock to help him finish.
“It’s okay Kakashi. I’m sorry I left you frustrated. Let tōsan take care of
you.” He murmured in his son’s ear, stroking his son’s small cock and letting
his frustrated whimpers turn into pleased moans. Kakashi was soon thrusting up
into his hand and arousing Sakumo once more at the enticing picture the small
boy made, covered in his cum and lost in the pleasure his father gave him. His
cock was still between Kakashi’s now cum slicked thighs as the boy thrust up
into his hand and that only added to his stimulation. It wasn’t long before he
was hard again and his son still hadn’t finished.
This time he waited, focusing on his son’s pleasure and letting the boy’s cum
slicked thighs stimulate him as Kakashi’s hips moved up into his fist. As
Kakashi’s cries grew louder he knew that the boy was close so he kept patiently
stroking him, getting a long, drawn out moan as Kakashi finally climaxed.
“Tōsaaaaaaan!” Kakashi moaned, his hips lifted and kept in place as climaxed.
When he finally settled bonelessly back in his father’s lap he looked up lazily
at his father to see him licking a clear liquid from his own hand. “What are
you doing?” he asked curiously. Once his father was done cleaning his hand with
his tongue he nuzzled Kakashi’s ear as he answered.
“I’m tasting you. You’re too young to produce real semen since you can’t
produce sperm yet but what you do produce still tastes like you.” Sakumo said,
delighting in the way Kakashi squirmed on his lap as he said that.
“Does it taste good?” Kakashi questioned, unable to pinpoint why his father’s
statement had aroused him. He heard Sakumo chuckle in his ear.
“You taste very good. You’re sweet just like tōsan thought you would be.”
Sakumo answered, hardly able to believe he was having this conversation with
his lovely son let alone that said lovely son was sitting in his lap with his
thighs covered in his cum. Without a second’s hesitation Kakashi swiped a
finger through the cum covering one of his thighs and licked it clean, humming
at the taste.
“It’s salty.” Kakashi commented in surprise, his small pink tongue swiping over
his lips as if to clean any semen he had missed from them. Sakumo shuddered
with lust at the action, his cock twitching violently with his sudden surge of
arousal. How was his son this arousing without even trying? Dear Sage, if he
didn’t take care of his renewed arousal soon he might cum from the actions of
his son anyway. This in mind, Sakumo decided to address his son before he took
care of said arousal.
“You’ve made me very happy by being willing to do this kind of thing with me,
Kakashi. You turn your tōsan on so much without even trying. See how hard
you’ve made me again?” Sakumo asked, taking his cock in hand as he spoke to his
son. Kakashi nodded, looking at his father’s swollen cock with interest. “Do
you want to help tōsan with this or are you done for the day?” Sakumo asked. He
would appreciate Kakashi’s help but he didn’t necessarily need it. He could
easily call up mental images from their earlier activities to help finish him
off without Kakashi’s help but it wouldn’t feel as good.
Kakashi maneuvered himself off his lap onto the couch beside him and he had to
push down a small swell of disappointment. He silently chided himself. It
wasn’t like Kakashi had to help him. It wasn’t until Kakashi spoke that the
small amount of disappointment disappeared completely.
“Can I taste you, tōsan?” Kakashi asked. Sakumo almost bit his tongue in his
surprise. Was Kakashi really asking what he thought he was asking? To be sure,
he questioned the boy.
“What? What are you referring to when asking to taste me?” Sakumo asked, trying
not to let his hopes rise. He hadn’t even begun to guess that Kakashi would
want to try this for awhile.
“I want to taste more of your semen but cleaning myself off to do so is too
much work. I want it from the source directly. Using my mouth to help you
should feel good, right?” Kakashi asked and Sakumo nearly swallowed his tongue.
Dear Sage his son was going to kill him with arousal before the end of the day.
“Yes.” Sakumo said, his voice strangled. “Whatever you do should feel good as
long as you don’t bite me or use your teeth too much.” He answered, shaking in
anticipation. Kakashi nodded decisively.
“Okay, I’ll use my mouth to make tōsan feel good that way tōsan can give me
more of his semen.” Kakashi said, bracing himself with his elbows on the leg
Sakumo had closest to him and lowering his head over Sakumo’s aching cock. A
small pink tongue darted out to lick at the head of his cock experimentally and
Sakumo nearly came right then but he managed to stop himself through sheer
willpower alone. He wanted to enjoy this as much as he could before he came. He
groaned as Kakashi’s hot little mouth took in the head of his cock, fisting his
hands in the cushions of the couch.
He was refraining from grabbing Kakashi’s head for leverage, letting his son do
this at his own pace. He felt Kakashi’s tongue circle the head of his cock even
in the small, wet cavern of his mouth. When Kakashi suddenly sucked on the head
of his cock like a lollipop he let out a very audible groan of pleasure.
Kakashi pulled his head up and his mouth off Sakumo’s cock at the sound and
Sakumo had to stifle a whimper at the action.
“Did that hurt, tōsan?” Kakashi asked and Sakumo shook his head fervently.
“No, sucking on it makes your tōsan feel very good, Kakashi.” Sakumo said with
a strain in his voice. Kakashi nodded and went back to work, taking the head of
Sakumo’s cock back into his mouth and sucking like he had before, slowly taking
more of Sakumo into his mouth. Sakumo shuddered with lust at the image of
Kakashi’s small, pink lips and pretty little mouth wrapped so tightly around
his cock. He was nearly too big to fit in Kakashi’s mouth but that only made it
more arousing. Seeing his son with his small mouth open so widely to
accommodate his girth was an image he was going to cherish.
He praised the Sage that his son was so quick to pick things up as Kakashi
sucked him off. He was constantly trying new things in order to see what got
the best reaction out of his father. Before long he felt small hands wrap
around his cock where Kakashi’s mouth couldn’t reach and Kakashi started to
stroke the rest of him as he sucked on the head of his cock. Kakashi being a
beginner didn’t hold a candle to his talent for learning apparently anything
and it wasn’t long before Sakumo was dangerously close to blowing his load in
his young son’s lovely little mouth.
“Kakashi,” Sakumo choked out, panting harshly as he tried to hold back the tide
of his orgasm. “You need to stop. I’m about to cum and if you keep your mouth
on me you’ll choke.” He warned, shaking with the effort of controlling himself.
Kakashi pulled his mouth off his father and looked him in the eye seriously.
“Cum, tōsan. I want to taste you.” Kakashi said before his mouth descended on
Sakumo again and sucked on the head of his cock hard. Sakumo couldn’t help but
obey, howling as he came in his son’s hot little mouth and felt Kakashi’s mouth
work to swallow as each spurt of cum was released from the head of his cock.
When Kakashi had finally sucked him dry he sat up and swallowed one last time,
licking his pretty pink lips in satisfaction. “It tastes much better directly
from the source.” Kakashi commented, making Sakumo look at him in surprised
arousal. How was his son this fucking sexy?
“Thank you for helping me with that, Kakashi. You made your tōsan feel so good.
You’re such a good boy.” Sakumo praised, carding a hand gently through
Kakashi’s hair. Kakashi felt pride shoot through him at that. He had made his
tōsan feel good and he was praised for it. Kakashi smiled at his father before
cuddling up to the man’s side, basking in his father’s scent as the man wrapped
an arm around him. They sat there for a few minutes just relaxing together
before Sakumo pulled Kakashi into his lap and stood up carefully, heading
toward the bathroom.
“It’s almost time to go to bed so let’s get cleaned up, okay?” Sakumo asked.
Kakashi nodded and yawned, feeling far more tired than he usually did at the
end of the day. Kakashi let himself be sat down on one of their bathing stools
and let his father wash him free of the semen that still covered him and
whatever sweat and dirt he had accumulated throughout the day. Once he and his
father were clean he let his father pick him up again and settle him in the
bathtub in his father’s lap. They both relaxed in the hot water for awhile
before Sakumo decided it was time for bed.
Once they were both dried and dressed Sakumo carried Kakashi to his own room
instead of Kakashi’s room and laid him on the bed under the blanket. Kakashi
only had enough time to look at his father questioningly before Sakumo crawled
into bed beside him and pulled Kakashi to him until his back was to his
father’s chest, his arms wrapped tightly around his son. His unvoiced question
was answered once Sakumo had settled in for the night, his father’s voice deep
and soothing in his ear as he spoke.
“I want to sleep next to you tonight. Allow your tōsan this comfort, Kakashi.”
Sakumo requested and Kakashi nodded, relaxing back into his father’s hold and
allowing himself to drift off to sleep slowly alongside Sakumo.
End Notes
     Before you say anything, allow me to guess some of the content of
     your comment(s). Fuck me and the horse I rode in on, I’m going to
     hell, I deserve to go to hell, I’m a sick bastard, everything
     happened far too quickly, Kakashi knew far too much that he shouldn’t
     know yet, Kakashi acted too mature for his age and I am a disgusting
     pervert for writing porn involving a child. Let me just say that I
     don’t fucking care. Every character in this is fictional and I have
     never once had sexual thoughts about a real child. Even the thought
     of it disgusts me at a visceral level.
     That being said, I have a thing for size difference and age
     difference when it comes to anime and especially so between the
     people of this particular pairing. If you don’t like it you can
     fucking eat me. I don’t give a fuck if you read it or not. This is
     literally porn with a little plot sprinkled in for flavor and it
     obviously won’t be to everyone’s taste. This whole thing is going to
     be porn and I have no idea how long it’s going to be. If this is not
     your thing you are cordially invited to close the fucking page and
     leave whenever you should wish to do so. Go find some vanilla pwp or
     something.
     I will be moderating reviews for this one because it’s very likely to
     get old seeing “You deserve to burn in hell you fucking pedophile” as
     every other fucking comment. I’ve already pointed out that I’m
     nothing of the sort. I don’t care if you believe me or not. I wrote
     this because I got the idea while writing “The Incident” and it
     wouldn’t fucking leave me alone until I wrote out at least a chapter/
     one shot. Anyone who doesn’t like it can rest assured of the amount
     of fucks I give and will continue to give in the future. In case you
     are curious that number is 0.
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