There might have been thought in there, somewhere, but mostly there was movement, and then there was grass under Kakashi’s back. Ryouma rolled with him; Kakashi might have hauled him. He was a dark, curving weight between Kakashi and the sky, muscled and solid, roiling storm-scent like the edge of a thunderhead, and his hand had stopped moving.

Kakashi made a frankly embarrassing noise, which Ryouma responded to by accidentally kneeing him in the thigh.

“Ow.”

“Shit, sorry.”

Vision would probably be helpful at this point.

He could— No, he couldn’t. He fumbled his mask up to the bridge of his nose. It clung damply to his mouth, a reassurance and an irritation, catching hot breath and trapping it against his skin. “Mask’s up, you can look.”

Ryouma had been keeping his eyes squeezed shut — fighting every shinobi instinct against making himself voluntarily blind. He opened them now, blinking a little in the lantern light. He looked down at Kakashi and drew a long breath. “You’re beautiful.”

Kakashi felt rumpled, overhot, and needy. He gave a raspy snort. “You don’t have to flatter, you’re already in my pants.”

Ryouma flashed a smile at him, sweet and wicked, then lowered his gaze and slid down Kakashi’s body, settling between Kakashi’s legs. “That’s a beautiful place to be, too.” Leisurely, teasingly, he eased Kakashi’s pants down his hips, tugged his trunks down, and wrapped a hot, callused hand around Kakashi’s cock.

Kakashi’s head thumped back against the grass. His heartbeat was jackrabbit fast and his skin was far, far too sensitive. Every imperfection scarred into Ryouma’s fingertips dragged sparking sensation across his nerves. And that was just Ryouma’s hand.

A rough thumb rubbed over the glans, smearing pre-cum, and Kakashi jerked and swore. It wasn’t like he’d never masturbated before — the village might think he was frigid, but he was still a teenager with a healthy imagination — but it was radically different to have someone else setting the pace. Ryouma pressed a hot, startling kiss against the inside of Kakashi’s thigh, because he was a jerk who enjoyed making Kakashi twitch.

Romantically, Kakashi knocked his knee against the side of Ryouma’s head. “Ryouma.”

Ryouma flicked a glance up through his eyelashes, and grinned. The lantern light flickered gold in his eyes. “Used my name again. That deserves a reward.” He lowered his head and licked a burning hot stripe up the underside of Kakashi’s cock.