“This’s good,” Ryouma managed, again. “Maybe… a little closer.” He rotated his shoulder, leaning in, and Kakashi sank back beneath him: down onto his back in the cool springing grass, his hands still gripping Ryouma’s shirt and threaded in his hair, drawing Ryouma down after him. One of Ryouma’s hands cushioned Kakashi’s head from the ground, but the other was free; after a moment he curved it against Kakashi’s side and felt Kakashi’s chest rise against him.

He could feel his own heart pounding. He’d done this so many times, and never like this before. He should have fantasized more, instead of yanking his thoughts back from too-dangerous ground. He’d have a list then, he’d know what to do, what would be good, what wouldn’t make Kakashi run…

“Let me suck your cock,” he said, into the side of Kakashi’s mouth. “You don’t have to take your mask off. I’ll make it good.”

Kakashi made a startled little sound, breath caught on a hiss. His grip tightened in Ryouma’s shirt, then slowly unclenched. His left hand lifted. Ryouma had one glimpse of Kakashi’s eye narrowed, intent, and then Kakashi’s palm sealed over Ryouma’s eyes. The pulse in the base of his thumb beat against Ryouma’s cheek.

His other hand left Ryouma’s hair. Cloth rustled.

Ryouma drew a breath. Is he—? He wouldn’t really—

Then Kakashi’s lips met his, bare, close-mouthed and gentle. They lingered before they drew away. “You already are.”

Ryouma closed his eyes. His heart hammered against the cage of his ribs. He could feel his lashes brush Kakashi’s palm. The darkness made no difference, but Kakashi had unmasked, and somehow that was all the difference in the world. “Can I taste you?”

“Yes.” Kakashi sounded puzzled, but willing.

Ryouma leaned down, into the pressure of Kakashi’s hand. He found the upper edge of Kakashi’s mouth first. He traced his tongue along the seam of Kakashi’s lips, and they parted for him. The floral, earthy taste of sake lingered on Kakashi’s breath. His mouth was hot and wet and his tongue met Ryouma’s, and then the sharp edge of a tooth grazed Ryouma’s lip…

“Fuck,” Ryouma said, involuntarily. He barely kept himself from rubbing against Kakashi’s thigh. “Don’t do that, it’s too good. Let me—”

Kakashi bit him, very lightly. Ryouma groaned.

A laugh vibrated deep in the back of Kakashi’s throat and through his chest. He pushed at Ryouma’s shoulder, tipping him back and then over again. The thick grass padded Ryouma’s head and tickled his skin. Kakashi’s leg hooked over his hip. Their chests bumped as Ryouma breathed.

“Keep your eyes closed,” Kakashi murmured. His lips brushed the curve of Ryouma’s ear.

Ryouma shuddered. “Yes.”