Because the Night
He looked back into the hallway, Naruto had stopped by the coat hanger, was trying to put his white hat upon the commode, failing time and time again. The unruly thing dropped down, either to the right or the left, failing to keep its balance on the too-small piece of furniture. Kakashi made an exasperated sound, halfway between snort and giggle and Naruto looked up, breathless and blushing for some reason Kakashi failed to comprehend.
"Are you having problems, Hokage-sama?"
Naruto got redder, but still managed to scowl.
"Shut up. And why the hell do you look so pleased?"
Kakashi walked back towards him, took the hat from his slight grip, met those piercing eyes, took in the sight of those swollen lips that were just begging to be kissed and adored and whimpered against, and he kissed him until the scowl disappeared. He broke it off, cradled him in his arms, enjoyed the way he was encircled by Narutos tight arms, one on his waist and one considerably lower, and he relished in the feel.
"I love seeing you looking flustered in my hallway. Such a turn-on."
"Now you're just teasing me," he pouted and it ached in Kakashi because of how much he loved him, it crippled the fabric his world was printed on and he loved him, loved him, loved him.
"I would never," he breathed, and they both smiled a slanted smile. He walked back towards the kitchen.
Naruto had grabbed his hat from the floor before they left, not wanting to leave it there, and ran to catch up. He put it on the table but it didn't take more than a second before Kakashi took it.
"How about we put that on the chair, and you on the table?"
A breathless, flustered grinning Naruto met his eyes, something wicked, pure.
"I can live with that."