The touch was more than welcome and Yamato leaned into the careful brush of fingers, letting his lashes flutter closed.
The tension between them was palpable, reminding him of the wait for the first strike in a battle, but when the next movement came he didn't even attempt to defend himself.
Breath first, then a brush of familiar fabric, covering the press of a warm mouth he'd never expected against his own. His breathing stalled and Yamato held perfectly still under the pressure, because wasn't this just the stuff of long squashed dreams..perhaps that was why he suddenly felt so terrified.
It started with a tremble in his hands. The blanket, the sake bottle, both sat forgotten in favor of reaching out to grip the fabric of Kakashi's shirt, seeking reassurance even as he pressed the minutest amount back into the kiss.
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The tension between them was palpable, reminding him of the wait for the first strike in a battle, but when the next movement came he didn't even attempt to defend himself.
Breath first, then a brush of familiar fabric, covering the press of a warm mouth he'd never expected against his own. His breathing stalled and Yamato held perfectly still under the pressure, because wasn't this just the stuff of long squashed dreams..perhaps that was why he suddenly felt so terrified.
It started with a tremble in his hands. The blanket, the sake bottle, both sat forgotten in favor of reaching out to grip the fabric of Kakashi's shirt, seeking
reassurance even as he pressed the minutest amount back into the kiss.