[ He doesn't have to. His stillness speaks volumes, and so does his heart, the roar of it screaming yes under Kakashi's stroking thumb. And maybe Kakashi could stand here, watching Sasuke let him do this, allow Kakashi to take control of him, of the moment. Of the very breath in his lungs, the beat of his heart. It would be easy, so easy, for Kakashi to tighten his grip and let him struggle. Tighten his grip and let him choke. But Sasuke lets him do it anyway. Stands there with his back flushed to the wall and his heart thundering under Kakashi's hand, breathing like he thinks (or hopes) Kakashi might just do it. Sucking in his breaths with such slow, staggered desperation, Kakashi can feel the tremors as they tremble into his lungs and back out again. Puffing across the infinitesimal space between them.
The commas in Sasuke's eyes turn and Kakashi watches, considers the heat of the burn, just how good it's going to feel. It's a different kind of fire from the one he's accustomed to when it comes to Sasuke; a fire that burns hot, instead of cold, and Kakashi almost wishes it could always be like this. Thinks that maybe it can. And the madness of this, the rage, is the kind that has no name, the kind that doesn't reach for blades or vengeance, but for something else instead. Something that refastens strings cut long ago with Kakashi's fingers around Sasuke's throat.
He takes a moment to enjoy this, the staccato of Sasuke's pulse and the stutter of his breaths. The tremor in his thighs, and the twitch in his pants that Kakashi presses his knee against in a slow, deliberate rub. And then he leans in, the ridge of his masked nose brushing against Sasuke's.
For a moment he considers kissing him through the mask. Maintaining the illusion of control, of discipline.
But then Sasuke breathes out again, and it whispers across Kakashi's lips in quiet invitation. A breath, and Kakashi decides he won't be satisfied unless there is nothing between them. Won't be satisfied until he has Sasuke gasping against his mouth, and maybe then, he'll squeeze his fingers. Maybe then, he'll let Sasuke choke. Or maybe he'll wait until the very end, when Sasuke opens his mouth to scream Kakashi's name as he comes, but no sound comes out because he can't get in a single breath.
The thought alone makes Kakashi drag in a sharp, audible breath through his own nose as he breathes in the scent of Sasuke and then, in a single, fluid movement, he drags his mask down and crushes his mouth in a bruising kiss against Sasuke's. Stealing a kiss the way he steals his breath and vision with his other hand curling across Sasuke's eyes. ]
YUP
The commas in Sasuke's eyes turn and Kakashi watches, considers the heat of the burn, just how good it's going to feel. It's a different kind of fire from the one he's accustomed to when it comes to Sasuke; a fire that burns hot, instead of cold, and Kakashi almost wishes it could always be like this. Thinks that maybe it can. And the madness of this, the rage, is the kind that has no name, the kind that doesn't reach for blades or vengeance, but for something else instead. Something that refastens strings cut long ago with Kakashi's fingers around Sasuke's throat.
He takes a moment to enjoy this, the staccato of Sasuke's pulse and the stutter of his breaths. The tremor in his thighs, and the twitch in his pants that Kakashi presses his knee against in a slow, deliberate rub. And then he leans in, the ridge of his masked nose brushing against Sasuke's.
For a moment he considers kissing him through the mask. Maintaining the illusion of control, of discipline.
But then Sasuke breathes out again, and it whispers across Kakashi's lips in quiet invitation. A breath, and Kakashi decides he won't be satisfied unless there is nothing between them. Won't be satisfied until he has Sasuke gasping against his mouth, and maybe then, he'll squeeze his fingers. Maybe then, he'll let Sasuke choke. Or maybe he'll wait until the very end, when Sasuke opens his mouth to scream Kakashi's name as he comes, but no sound comes out because he can't get in a single breath.
The thought alone makes Kakashi drag in a sharp, audible breath through his own nose as he breathes in the scent of Sasuke and then, in a single, fluid movement, he drags his mask down and crushes his mouth in a bruising kiss against Sasuke's. Stealing a kiss the way he steals his breath and vision with his other hand curling across Sasuke's eyes. ]