Hikaku had a very… specific way to distress. A way that, in recent months with the construction of Konoha, had become a bit harder to achieve.
Before Konoha, he might find the proper time and partner when out on a mission every month or so – thank the sage for the anonymity that was provided by a simple henge and a small, out of the way bar in a city a country over. Nowadays, he wasn’t provided the same flexibility.
But now, instead of out of village missions, he had paperwork to take care of.
And instead of small bars where no one knew his face and no one had the ability to tell whether he was wearing a henge or not, Konoha was filled with people who a) would almost definitely recognize him as Madara’s second in command behind only Izuna. And b) Wouldn’t give him the time of day if they noticed he was wearing a henge.
Not that he could blame them. Even though the village had gotten so far on promises and peace and trust – and not empty ones, he could now almost fully believe that; There was a difference between letting a previously enemy shinobi into your village and letting that same old enemy into your bed.
And under a henge, Hikaku could truly be anyone. That was sort of the point.
And it was fine, he was fine. Honestly he didn’t even indulge that often, was kept far too busy to find the energy to even put into thinking about it.
But as the months went on and the work piled up and Madara– well. The less said about whatever the hell was going on with Madara and Tobirama the better. Hikaku had already bore witness to the tension crackling between that pair and it was enough to give him more grey hairs than the non stop paperwork.
Whatever it was he just really hoped it would reach its fever peak somewhere not a public space. Like, say, their office spaces that Hikaku very unfortunately was the only room adjacent to.
The less said about that the better.
But all of that was to say that Hikaku was stressed. Hikaku was very, very stressed and very unable to think of a way around the potential awkwardness of actually finding a partner in the still politically wobbly village.
Which was when Izuna came to the rescue with an off color joke. Probably a joke. It was hard to tell with him sometimes.
“Excuse me?”
“I’m just saying!” Izuna defended, rolling his eyes.
“You’ll have to repeat yourself Izuna-sama. I wasn’t quite sure I caught what you said the first time.”
“I said, you look like you could use a break! And according to the rumors, what you need is a hole lot closer than you’d think.” He wiggled his eyebrows, leaning in with a lecherous grin that had Hikaku leaning away on principle.
“A… glory hole. In Konoha.”
Of course the village would manage to get its first official glory hole before its first grocery store. Whyever wouldn't it?
(Sometimes Hikaku doubted that Konoha really wasn’t an elaborate fever dream his dying mind had conjured up. Maybe he was really laying out in some field somewhere, slowly bleeding out in the latest clash with the Senju.)
“A glory hole in Konoha!” Izuna crowed happily, clearly much more amused at the thought than Hikaku could manage to be. “Hah, and a popular one too if the rumors have anything to say about it!”
“I… Of course.”
“What, don’t you want to know where it is?” Izuna asked, and Hikaku opened his mouth to say– something. He honestly didn’t know.
Did he want to know where it was? Thinking about it, actually yes. Yes, that could solve quite a few of his problems. Did he want to ask Izuna where it was? With the implications that he would actually use it?
He’d rather die, actually.
“What am I saying,” Izuna rolled his eyes before Hikaku could formulate a proper reply. “You’re too uptight for that sort of thing anyways, aren’t you? You really should consider it though,” He sat up and scribbled something on one of the sheets of paper that littered the table.
“Seriously, you have to learn how to loosen up! Go get your dick sucked, maybe that’ll make you feel better!” He said, way too loud for the conversation as he reached out to grab Hikaku’s hand and slapped the scribbled address down into his palm.
“Izuna-sama please, we are in public.”
And that is what led Hikaku here now.
Sitting on his knees on the floor of a dimly lit bathroom, just barely enough light to see his own hands in front of him as he waited. Tapping silent fingers against his thighs as he tried to soothe his jittery nerves.
Because, as he had forgotten to mention before, while part of his problem was just a simple ‘finding someone safe to sleep with who will feel safe with him in return’ a bigger, more personal problem was finding a partner who would respect him, then continue to respect him, and of course keep their mouth shut once it was all done with.
Because to Hikaku, sex wasn’t exactly the main aspect of destressing. It could help and he did enjoy it, of course he did.
But what really turned his brain off like nothing else was feeling the heavy weight of a co*ck on his tongue.
Hikaku knew what he liked, and what he liked was to have his mouth used, his lips stretched wide and aching, the feeling of swallowing hot cum and the groans of his partner filling his ears. Of getting on his knees and feeling harsh hands thread through his hair, pulling him down onto their co*ck till he choked. The smell and taste of flesh heavy in his nose and mouth, lingering so strongly, so perfectly in his memories that for weeks after he could close his eyes and relive the moment.
He’d… tried, before. Tried partnering with people as himself. Had daydreamed about finding a consistent partner he could return to time and time again when he needed to tune out the buzzing of his thoughts.
But unfortunately, he had learned that for some people, having the Uchiha’s second get on their knees and beg for the privilege of sucking their co*ck gave them such an ego boost that it made them believe that they actually had some form of control over him.
A bad choice in one or two partners when he was younger – and a handful of rumors that he was only just barely managed to squash – had taught him that if he wanted to submit, he would have to do so cautiously.
A deeply unfortunate fact, and one that had left a lasting impression on him. Enough of a lasting impression that he’d now managed to cultivate a reputation of being much, much more conservative with himself and his desires than he really was.
Hikaku was jolted from his thoughts as a noise came from the stall opposite his.
His fingers stopped tapping out their rhythm on his thighs as he stilled, listening intently.
There was a low mutter, the sound of the door opening and cloth rustling as someone entered. More rustling, the door creaking closed and a small metal clink of the lock being set into place.
Hikaku swallowed.
Should he make a noise? To… assure the man that there was someone on the other side waiting? He hesitated a moment, then cleared his throat.
The noise in the other stall stopped for a moment, and then the rustle of cloth began again. A little more enthusiastic this time, no longer just entering the stall but disrobing.
Hikaku’s fingers curled into his thighs, clenching and releasing as he stared intently at the inconspicuous hole connecting the stalls. He shuffled closer cautiously, his hands leaving his thighs to be placed slowly, delicately, onto the wooden walls of the stall.
He ran his tongue over his teeth, breathing in through his nose in measured breaths as he waited patiently.
Finally, the rustling stopped.
Hikaku parted his lips in eager preparation, letting his tongue fall from his mouth as he lined up with the hole. Waiting, open and inviting as he stared further up at the wall, nearly quivering with anticipation.
And then–
Hikaku let out an involuntary groan as something touched his tongue. The smooth head of a co*ck pressed firmly into his tongue, half hard already.
A pearl of liquid smeared across his tongue, spreading a heavy taste across his mouth as the stranger pressed further into his open mouth, Hikaku leaning forward in tandem to swallow as much of them as he could get.
It was divine. It was everything he had missed, everything he had imagined on those countless lonely nights. Heavy and thick in his mouth, already twitching as it grew harder wrapped around his lips.
He braced himself on the wall with his elbows, fists clenching as he bobbed his head further down, not choking even as he took the man in so deep that the back of his throat began to contract around the head of his co*ck.
Distantly he heard the other man let out a muffled curse from behind the wall, say something about how well trained he must be. He only just barely registered it, a jolt of heat zapping him as he twitched in his own pants.
Absolutely sinful noises began to fill the stalls. Wet slurping and gurgling that made Hikaku’s ears burn with the knowledge that they were coming from him.
He let out a low moan, the noise vibrating down the co*ck in his mouth as he went in as deep as he could and just stayed. Eyes closed, lips aching and throat protesting as it squeezed down around the intrusion.
The man tried to buck further into him, slamming his dick into the back of his throat and finally causing Hikaku to choke.
He pulled away with a wet gasp, heaving for breath between coughs as his face burned. Eyes wide, he leaned in on the wall, joining his arms where they were braced against coarse wood.
He gasped for air, his nose inches away from the co*ck he had been so greedily swallowing down not moments ago where it hung next to him.
He gazed at it, flushed bright red as he tried to regain his now nonexistent composure. He… may have gotten a little bit too enthusiastic there for a moment.
He brought a hand to his mouth, licking salt off of his lips as he stared at the dick, now gleaming with his own spit.
The hand left his lips, a string of spit mixed with pre still connected to one of his fingers. He stared at it for a moment, and then reached out to the co*ck, tracing a careful hand around its head.
He swallowed hard as it bobbed, leaning in closer to lap at its side in big, greedy licks. His hand twisting delicately around the tip as he kissed his way up and down the shaft, cleaning his own spit off of it with careful licks.
He nuzzled into it, pumping his hand up and down as he breathed in the smell of heavy, hot flesh. His hand grew more and more sticky with each pump, slowly but steadily dripping with pre cum.
‘What a waste.’ Hikaku suddenly realized, and almost immediately his hand was replaced with his tongue.
Yes, yes this was much better. He thought, happily drinking in the salty taste as his hands wrapped around the shaft and began to pump with vigor once more.
He swirled his tongue around the head with skill, and lost himself once again to the feeling of a co*ck sitting between his lips.
It was over all too soon. Hikaku felt the co*ck twitch in warning, and instantly dove down deeper onto it, refusing to lose a single drop.
And he didn’t, staying with the stranger pressed firmly into his welcome mouth as they shuddered, cum filling him up in heavy spurts as he moaned in ecstasy at the taste alone.
He basked in the way the co*ck twitched and shuddered against his tongue, the man’s groans filling his ears as he cursed just a wall away from him.
Hikaku shuddered, eyes fluttering open – and damn, he hadn’t even realized that he had closed them – as the man pulled away. co*ck retreating into the other room and the rustle of clothes filling the air once again.
Hikaku was deaf to it all, left shivering on his aching knees with sticky hands and a heavy mouth.
Delirious with satisfaction, one hand lifted up to kiss his lips with the last remnants of cum. The other hand dropped down to his pants, finding a sticky patch tucked away between the folds of his pants.
He must have… hmm, he honestly hadn’t even noticed, so lost in the moment as he was.
Hikaku stayed there some minutes more, his mind still slowed with satisfaction as his mystery partner left.
His only company the welcome silence of the stalls and his own heavy breaths.
Finally, after what felt like hours but could have only been a few dozen minutes at most, he stood up on shaky legs. He shook the buzz out of his numb limbs, taking a few more moments to gather himself.
Hah. This had certainly been… effective.
Again, he brought his hand up to his lips. Giving the now dried fingers an absent lick.
How wonderful.
