[ Kakashi's answer is, rather naturally, completely infuriating in its non-answer as he gives a slight shrug, glancing over his shoulder as he heads towards the door, passing under the archway leading into the hall to the doorway and under a sprig of green he rather obliviously did not notice. It's then that he suddenly becomes highly aware of Sasuke's proximity to him, the soft footfalls of the boy's steps just behind. The way Sasuke shifts as he walks. The rustle of clothing against soft, pale skin with every movement.
It's so sudden, this heightened awareness, that Kakashi's caught surprised, breath almost catching in his throat at the intensity of his awareness to Sasuke. And as his gaze sweeps over his shoulder to settle on Sasuke's face, he finds himself seeing Sasuke in a way he's never seen him before. His eye flows from Sasuke's elegantly upturned eyes, down over the tip of his nose. Settles somewhere around the cupid's bow of his soft, supple mouth, and then sweeps down the gentle curve of his throat which Kakashi suddenly wants to wrap his hand around if only to find out if Sasuke would let him, and feel the way his pulse jumps under his fingers.
Maybe Sasuke would like it if he did that.
Maybe he'd like it better if Kakashi kisses him, too. Devours that little smirk right off his face.
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[ Kakashi's answer is, rather naturally, completely infuriating in its non-answer as he gives a slight shrug, glancing over his shoulder as he heads towards the door, passing under the archway leading into the hall to the doorway
and under a sprig of green he rather obliviously did not notice. It's then that he suddenly becomes highly aware of Sasuke's proximity to him, the soft footfalls of the boy's steps just behind. The way Sasuke shifts as he walks. The rustle of clothing against soft, pale skin with every movement.It's so sudden, this heightened awareness, that Kakashi's caught surprised, breath almost catching in his throat at the intensity of his awareness to Sasuke. And as his gaze sweeps over his shoulder to settle on Sasuke's face, he finds himself seeing Sasuke in a way he's never seen him before. His eye flows from Sasuke's elegantly upturned eyes, down over the tip of his nose. Settles somewhere around the cupid's bow of his soft, supple mouth, and then sweeps down the gentle curve of his throat which Kakashi suddenly wants to wrap his hand around if only to find out if Sasuke would let him, and feel the way his pulse jumps under his fingers.
Maybe Sasuke would like it if he did that.
Maybe he'd like it better if Kakashi kisses him, too. Devours that little smirk right off his face.
Suddenly, he doesn't want to leave anymore.
Kakashi abruptly stops. ]