| [Apr. 20th, 2009|11:02 pm] |
Kakashi lifted his hand and covered Ryouma's mouth, feeling the clean edge of freshly shaved skin beneath his palm. A catch of breath against his fingers.
"You're never letting that porn video thing go, are you?" he said, standing over the chasm between amusement and yet more anger at the bitter twist in Ryouma's scent. The one that went side by side with Matsuda. "At this rate you'll have us graduating from ninja, skipping past seductionists, and landing up as full time hookers." He reflected briefly on really hot said in Ryouma's deep, gravelling bass. "Really well paid hookers, admittedly. But I think Konoha might kill us."
Ryouma wasn't the only one who could talk too much.
Beneath Kakashi's hand, slightly dry lips parted with an inhale. A muscle flexed against his fingertips, laid over the edge of a knife-line jaw. Burnished light glimmered against skin that was still a little too pale as the last of the lowering sun dipped beneath the horizon.
Considering Ryouma had just admitted to being molested, Kakashi should probably stop touching him.
He didn't.
"If you're not allowed to talk," he said quietly, watching Shiba curl up against the hard plane of Ryouma's stomach, "this is going to be a really long night." |
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