AN: Thanks to txilar for her amazing beta-work!

"This…this isn't appropriate."

It's a feeble excuse. Even though he shifts uncomfortably after being pinned to the wall by the Copy-nin, averting his eyes as his cheeks begin to burn, he knows deep down that his defenses are deteriorating.

"Maa, sensei." The masked jounin's voice is low and thick and purposefully teasing. It causes electricity to shoot through his veins and molten heat to pool in his belly. "I've never been with a man before."

His breath hitches, and he can feel the Copy-nin's leer weighing on his face.

Rough fingertips brush against his cheek.

"Teach me."

Iruka falls apart.