[ He allows him this, lets him do as he wishes, even as he reacts accordingly, urging him on further, relishing the danger and the hazard that he poses to them both. It's so easy for Kakashi to break him here like this, and he's more than aware of that reality. And yet, he's no more than a reckless boy, seasoned in knowing how to get exactly what he wants.
But sometimes what he wants is too intense still - Kakashi is too adept at what he's doing, skilled and efficient in more ways than one. Shuddering against him, pinned against the wall, he can do little more than react - his own kiss ravenous and wanting, eroding and breaking down every rule that Kakashi has drawn up around himself, eroding steadily at that self control, because here, without words - they are just two people.
He rocks hard into that hand, a soft whimper against Kakashi's lips as his hand moves over his uncle's hand, urging him for more, harder.
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But sometimes what he wants is too intense still - Kakashi is too adept at what he's doing, skilled and efficient in more ways than one. Shuddering against him, pinned against the wall, he can do little more than react - his own kiss ravenous and wanting, eroding and breaking down every rule that Kakashi has drawn up around himself, eroding steadily at that self control, because here, without words - they are just two people.
He rocks hard into that hand, a soft whimper against Kakashi's lips as his hand moves over his uncle's hand, urging him for more, harder.
He's not the only sinner here. ]