I want everything.

Ryouma could give that.

He stepped in closer, deepening the kiss, hands settling around Kakashi’s waist as if they belonged there. Kakashi leaned back against his grip, tugging at his shirt, dragging Ryouma’s head down towards him; he laughed suddenly into Ryouma’s mouth, ridiculous and ticklish and happy, and only the vague memory of Katsuko drowsy behind them kept Ryouma from pressing him up against the cabinets and taking him there.

Instead he tightened his grip on Kakashi’s hips, swung him up onto the counter, and set about kissing the laughter out of his mouth.

They were both breathless when he pulled away at last, reluctantly, and touched the back of his hand to his swollen lips. “Guess we better feed Katsuko before we kick her out. You stay put. Where’s the oatmeal?”

“Fooood,” the blanket-wrapped bundle behind him moaned piteously. He glanced back in time to see her roll halfway under the bed before hitting the stored table with a solid thunk and an indignant “Ow!”

Kakashi caught Ryouma’s shirt again before he could go retrieve her, and reeled him back. He leaned down to kiss the thin silvery scars at Ryouma’s temple, where the mask had smashed on their second mission together. His lips brushed Ryoma’s cheekbone, then the corner of his mouth. At last he pressed his forehead against Ryouma’s and drew a long breath, like a man coming home.

“If we pretend hard,” he murmured, “she’s not actually here.”

“Minute she leaves,” Ryouma told him, “I’m gettin’ naked. So’re you. I don’t think we can pretend that hard.”

Kakashi didn’t draw back, or even look up. “Katsuko, there’s a cafe across the street. They have bacon. Go fetch.”

The blanket-wrap gave a long, loud, fake snore. After a moment it reached out a hand and stealthily dragged the pillow under the bed with it. “I’m sorry, I can’t hear you. I’m too busy sleeping.”

Ryouma laughed despite himself. “You brought her home, this time. She’s your responsibility. I’m makin’ breakfast.” He stole a brief kiss and slipped away to find the oatmeal.

And clean up the eggs, before he tracked orange goo over any more of a formerly clean floor.