[ He likes this - and it's bad, really, to not be able to get enough of it. Kakashi's touch is rough, seasoned, and it's not difficult to imagine that he's doing this with someone else, in a different place, in a different time.
(Because it's too difficult, isn't it? Kakashi should have killed him the very moment he laid eyes on him, because now, now, it's far too late.)
Byakuran's breath catches, startled at how forceful and swift, almost efficiently brutal he can be. Then again, he should have expected this. Hatake Kakashi is one of the most admired, most capable ninjas on this side of the continent, and possibly even the entire wretched world, and why not this?
Cheek pressed against the wall, he moves his face just a little, just in time to capture Kakashi's lips with his in a hungry, fierce kiss, egging the desire on, pushing, pushing him further. He rocks against him, sensuous and wild and everything a teenager - a child - like him shouldn't be. ]
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(Because it's too difficult, isn't it? Kakashi should have killed him the very moment he laid eyes on him, because now, now, it's far too late.)
Byakuran's breath catches, startled at how forceful and swift, almost efficiently brutal he can be. Then again, he should have expected this. Hatake Kakashi is one of the most admired, most capable ninjas on this side of the continent, and possibly even the entire wretched world, and why not this?
Cheek pressed against the wall, he moves his face just a little, just in time to capture Kakashi's lips with his in a hungry, fierce kiss, egging the desire on, pushing, pushing him further. He rocks against him, sensuous and wild and everything a teenager - a child - like him shouldn't be. ]
Mmmph...