[ Kakashi thinks he could just lick Sasuke up with his eye flowing over the boy, roving and hungry like that thing inside him roaring alive with a sudden stab of desire, hot and heady, shooting straight down to his crotch and up to his eye, lashes dropping slightly in a hooded look. His gaze tics back down from Sasuke's mouth, parted with a heavy breath that Kakashi wants panting humid and hot against his ear, down to the slender column of his throat that he wants to have under his fingers, mark up with his teeth, leaving reminders of himself there in Sasuke's skin the way he did so many years ago.

(And maybe it's wrong, and maybe he shouldn't be having such thoughts about his student, but Kakashi's well past caring. Can't even begin to think about right or wrong when every part of him tells him that he needs to have him.)

In a sudden blur of motion, Kakashi has Sasuke by the base of the throat and slams him against the nearest wall, pinning him there with the weight of his body, one leg nudging to part both of Sasuke's. With the wide-eyed way Sasuke had looked, there was no denying what he read in the boy's eyes was as much desire as it was an invitation for Kakashi to do just what he's doing right now.

His grip on Sasuke's throat shifts from somewhat firm to deceptively gentle, thumb slowly stroking down over the roar of his carotid in almost a tender caress, the shadows of his mouth curved up in a vicious, vicious smirk under his mask.

As though inviting Sasuke to deny him this, when he knows it's what they both want. ]