Kakashi lowers his book, staring at Urahara, who's staring right back at him.
"Yo."
"Well, now—" Urahara drawls, and Kakashi can hear that smirk seconds before he knows Urahara does it. "Do my studies not prove entertaining enough for my dear Kaka-chan?"
Kakashi's eye curves, a sign that he's smiling and amused, though Urahara knows his facial expressions, mask on and off.
"I remember the last time I found your studies entertaining." Que amused smile. "My hair took two months to grow back, and my shoulder still doesn't work properly. Which—" He turns a page "In my profession, gets you killed."
"I'm sorry, Kaka-chan."
Kakashi hums dismissively, and Urahara takes that as an invitation to take off his sandals, hang up his hat, shrug off his haori, and spoon up behind him.
"Some wonderful reading material," Urahara murmurs, nosing the back of Kakashi's neck. His breath evens out as he nuzzles further into Kakashi's body, half trying to calm his mind and half trying to peer at the naked women in Kakashi's book.
"The best."
Kakashi marks his place, turning so he's nose to nose with the blond man. Urahara's eyes are half-lidded and sleepy, but he can see green. It's the most subtle type of green, extremely pale, but it stands out as being the brightest, in his opinion.
He slides off his mask and presses a gentle kiss to Urahara's lips, but Urahara places a warm palm on Kakashi's cheek, deepening the kiss.
Which prompt extreme warning bells within his mind.
It's only when he feels Urahara smile that those warning bells become full blown explosions. Because he recognizes that smile.
It's the 'I-want-you-to-do-something-so-I'm-going-to-kiss-the-heck-out-of-you-until-you-say-yes' smile.
Damn.
He gives the blond an accusing glance, before sighing heavily.
"Fine." He slips his mask back on
"You know me so well, Kaka-chan!" Urahara squeals, before yanking Kakashi to his feet and pulling him through the door. "We must hurry, though. Rukia is waiting."