A/N: Soo... I decided that I need a place to dump all my little KakaNaru drabbles, and I don't want to keep making oneshots or I'll have a hundred, haha. I don't have any fancy story or general idea, this is just musings and little moments. Anyway, I hope you'll like it.
This is KakaNaru aka Kakashi/Naruto. If that's not your cup of tea, this would be your chance to get away!
Also, this might be the moment to tell you that all these are rated T. If I change my mind I will change the rating and put a warning in that chapter.
As they step out of the shower Kakashi takes the big white towel and wraps it around him, gently and a little possessively because he is his. The blond allows him to claim him, to love him, to wrap him in a towel.
A second later Naruto takes the control back and scrubs at his hair, the tan arm energetically abusing the golden locks with the worn fabric. Kakashi had turned around to fish up some toothpaste but put the toothbrush down again at the sight of the taut body so freely displayed in front of him. He steps closer Naruto, taking in the sight, and Naruto makes a little noise, a knowing sigh.
"Kakashi..."
Those blue eyes meets his, and they will him to stay away, a flimsy barrier, because he has to get to work in time every now and then. So Kakashi throws his hands up, leans back against the sink, content with watching, for now, a second. Naruto puts the towel over his right shoulder and closes in to brush his teeth. Kakashi spins around so that he's behind him, one hand resting on each side of that quaint waist, supported by the counter. His eyes rove up the well-built back, marveling at the smooth expanse of skin with its little dips and valleys.
Because of the Kyuubi chakra Naruto never gets scars, heals faster, runs a couple of degrees hotter than him. Kakashi leans in then, so close to the tantalizing neck, musses in the freshly-washed hair, still damp and smelling of his scented shampoo. He can't help himself, places a greedy kiss behind his ear. A shiver runs through the body in front of him but despite that Naruto doesn't move, is still fighting with his sense and the time table that cuts his mornings short. Under his lips Kakashi feels his pulse, the wrecking smell of him and he decides to leave a mark, you are mine.
A low moan and Narutos hands turns into fists on the counter, fingers clawing, a last outpost before he loses control. Kakashi moves his hands so that he's encircling him, binding their bodies together, wound tight. He kisses his neck and it turns wanton and impatient with a bit of teeth, because there are so many things to do before they have to be at work. The blond growls, turns around in his grip. He rips the towel from his shoulder and slings it around Kakashis neck, luring him in, dipping his head onto his mouth. When they come up for air they're both smiling but Kakashi more so.
Naruto scowls. "You had this planned all along, didn't you?"
He opens his mouth to argue, still leering, to say that it hadn't really been all along, but that his thoughts had pretty much cemented as soon as he saw him in the shower. He doesn't get the chance to say anything at all because a pair of hot, taunting lips are there, kissing the laughter out of his mouth.