He leaned down, and Ryouma felt the filtered warmth of breath against his neck again. “Have I thought about jerking you off?” The damp mask nosed at the soft skin under his ear. Kakashi tightened his grip and twisted his wrist. “Once or twice.”

Ryouma had to work up moisture to spit into his hand. He reached down, smearing slickness over Kakashi’s hand and his own cock, and gripped convulsively for Kakashi’s thigh as Kakashi grazed a fingertip over the frenulum. “When?”

Kakashi’s free hand folded gently over Ryouma’s eyes, a silent question.

They’d kissed bare-mouthed already, Ryouma’d sucked his cock, but—

Ryouma closed his eyes.

After a moment he felt the hand leave his face. He heard the rustle of cloth again, becoming familiar. Sharp teeth nipped at the edge of his jaw. “When I was alone.”

Ryouma groaned, straining up against him. “Couldn’t’ve been...after the kitchen.”

Kakashi dragged his fingers up and down Ryouma’s cock, setting a new rhythm now that he had slickness to play with. A kiss pressed the corner of Ryouma’s mouth. “After Embers. Before this mission.”

After they’d drunk together, and danced, and talked about Ryouma’s sex life. After Ryouma’d turned down Ginta’s welcome offers and walked Kakashi back to his door.

After Kakashi’d chased him with dogs, pinned him on his back in the forest, straddled his thighs just like this, put a knife and then a hand to his throat…

Or maybe after they’d patched the holes in Genma’s house, when Ryouma’d taken off his shirt, and they’d worked together like friends.

Ryouma turned his head blindly, found the edge of Kakashi’s mouth, breathed him in. “I wanted you. Didn’t think it was fair to you. Thought it’d be enough just being your friend. But this’s good. Better’n good. Fuck, keep doing that...”

Kakashi held still, for a moment. His circling fingers tugged thoughtfully at the head of Ryouma’s cock. Then he made a soft, pleased sound against Ryouma’s mouth and pressed back, lips parting, trading breath and tongues, sucking Ryouma’s lower lip in and then slowly releasing it between grazing teeth.

“I want both,” he said.

Ryouma’s brain stuttered over those simple words, for a moment. Or maybe it was the curious, intent hand fondling his balls, squeezing lightly then dragging nails up the underside. He gasped, found Kakashi’s mouth again by bare chance, mumbled into him: “You can have ‘em.”

Kakashi laughed, and kissed him, and bit his lip. He peeled Ryouma’s collar down again, sucked bruises into his throat; shoved Ryouma down when he bucked, and pinned him with a forearm across the collarbones while he worked Ryouma’s cock with his other hand.

Every touch quivered through Ryouma’s nerves. He panted open-mouthed, thrusting against Kakashi’s hand. Kakashi bit at Ryouma’s nipple ring, and Ryouma almost cried out, catching himself just in time with a clamped jaw and fingers digging into Kakashi’s shoulders. Kakashi seemed to like even muffled noises, though, and the strength of Ryouma’s grip didn’t send him shying off. He tugged at the ring with his teeth, and pressed the tip of his thumb against the underside of the glans again.

Ryouma’s skin seemed to be made of fire. “Almost there,” he grated out. “Do that again—”

Kakashi made a low, urgent, encouraging sound, twisting the ring between teeth and tongue. His breath felt like steam against Ryouma’s chest, and his tongue struck electric sparks. He pumped his hand up Ryouma’s cock, pressed the frenulum, did it again, until Ryouma’s hips shuddered and his back arched. Then Kakashi lifted his head and stretched up over Ryouma’s body, still stroking Ryouma’s cock.

His voice was a rolling growl against the shell of Ryouma’s ear. “Come, Ryouma.”

Ryouma shook himself apart, with Kakashi’s voice still wrapped around his name.

He blinked the world back slowly, lashes brushing something warm and dark. Kakashi’s hand. The pressure was gone from his sternum and shoulders, but still pinned him down at the hips. From the faint rustling sound, Kakashi seemed to be wiping his other hand in the grass.

An hour ago Ryouma might have been uncertain. Now he felt too wrung out and sated for anything but a mild lazy interest. He closed his eyes again. “Y’can clean up with those bandages. Or the pond.”