[ Byakuran doesn't stop - in fact, he turns around smoothly in the other's grip, slipping his wrist from Kakashi's and wrapping his arms around the other's neck properly. He steps out of his pants, kicking it aside as he captures Kakashi's mouth again, spreading the poison and making him remember just why he did it, digging deeper to stir up the embers of want, of physical desire.
He kisses him, once, again - stealing his breath away and reaching down himself, palm pressing up against his crotch and rubbing, stroking - and he whispers, against his mouth.
Byakuran nips softly, thumb stroking against his length through the fabric of those pants, his movements practiced and firm - shameless. ] Close your eyes.
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He kisses him, once, again - stealing his breath away and reaching down himself, palm pressing up against his crotch and rubbing, stroking - and he whispers, against his mouth.
Byakuran nips softly, thumb stroking against his length through the fabric of those pants, his movements practiced and firm - shameless. ] Close your eyes.