Kakashi slips closer, in between the man's thighs, both of their noses touching. Urahara watches silently as a headband slides off. There's something heavy and sweet in the air, thick and unfulfilling, like having your cake and eating it too.
Like realizing everything you've ever known about someone is completely true and false. And all you're left with a hidden smile, leaves, and a broken heart. But—
Damn.
Damn it, he's in love with this man.
Looking into Kakashi's eyes, Urahara knows everything and nothing at all. He traces the fine lines of Kakashi's face, starting at his nose. Urahara goes up to his eyebrow, and circles right beneath Kakashi's brown eye. His eyelashes are short, but flutter prettily against his creamy skin. Urahara looks to Kakashi's other eye, blood red, with a jagged scar disappearing underneath the rest of the mask. He traces the scar gently, before his fingers hook into the rest of the mask. Kakashi gives a look, his fingers circling Urahara's wrist, as the mask is finally pulled down.
Kakashi's smile is brilliant, gorgeous even. It's as if everything good in the world had physically manifested itself into something exclusive, something private that was his and his alone.
"Mine," Urahara states, a smile overtaking his face as his fingers map the contours of Kakashi's lips.
Kakashi kisses the underside of Urahara's jaw and down his neck to that special place on his collarbone.
"Yours," he states simply.