CW: Mild Smut

Shibi walked me home that night. I led us discreetly through empty, shadow-shrouded streets to ensure that as few people as possible saw us together. He kept a respectful distance between us, walking with his hands in his pockets and his collar high. His coat was open to catch the cool night breeze. He was largely silent, and so was I. The only way you could really tell we were walking together at all was by tracking his footsteps, which matched mine perfectly.

I could send him ahead of me and trail along behind, just to add to the illusion that we're not walking together. I don't know how much he would appreciate being stalked through the streets…though I recall that Yamato quite enjoyed it.

I closed my front door behind us and took Shibi's hand, leading him through down the hall and into my bedroom. He paused just inside the room, leaning against the door frame apprehensively.

"Kakashi, I'm not sure…"

I pulled the curtains closed, casting us into impenetrable darkness. My fingers trailed up his arm. I pulled his collar down as I stepped towards him, bringing our bodies flush together.

"Don't worry, we weren't followed."

"What? No, I mean I don't think I'm ready for anything like…"

His voice was high and strained. I paused, unsure of how to continue.

Ah. Then what did you want to walk me home for?

"That's alright, you set the boundaries here Shibi."

He relaxed against me, then patted his hip.

"These stay on."

"Pants on. Got it. What about this?"

I tugged gently on his shirt's hem.

"Th-that too."

I couldn't suppress a chuckle.

How does he want this whole 'secret hook up' thing to work, then?

"That's okay too, I appreciate you sharing your boundaries. Was there anything you did want to do?"

He cautiously ran his fingers down my arm and took my hand, leading it up to my mask. He spoke in a nervous whisper barely audible over the rustling leaves outside.

"Can this come down?"

I folded my mask down and brought his hand back to my chin. He rubbed his thumb in a circle on the skin there, then pulled my lips down to his. We melted together in the darkness, arms entwining to form a messy knot that leaned against my wall unsteadily. When our kiss finally broke I pulled him through the blackened room towards my bed. He bumped into it with a quiet 'thunk', then fell across it.

"I'm not ready to…"

"That's clear, this is just the only furniture in the room. You're still in control here."

I laid down on my back, trying to project non-threatening energy. Shibi's hands fumbled gently around my mattress until he found me, tracing out my shape with a touch so faint that I began to believe I had imagined it. His hand landed on my hip and rested there for a second, then he pulled himself on top of me. He sat straight up while straddling my lap for a moment, then relaxed down onto me. His hands moved up towards my shoulders as he leaned carefully down to kiss me again. I rested my hands lightly on his sides, and he shuddered into me. His kisses grew hungrier, his teeth grazing across my lip. My grip around him tightened.

Relax, release control, take deep breaths.

He groaned at the feeling of my fingers digging into his skin and rolled against me, grinding us together as his tongue pressed into my mouth. My body returned the motion without thought, and then we were moving together. He rubbed against me needfully, his own length sliding against mine through the layers of fabric, straining to break through its constraints. His hands were gripping my upper arms tightly, and mine were pulling his hips down towards me. His shirt rode up as we moved, and my finger brushed against the exposed skin. Shibi froze and inhaled shakily. I reached up in the darkness and found his shirt's hem, pulling it down and tucking it into his pants. I rested my hands over where I had tucked the fabric so that I could hold it in place and prevent it from sliding up again. He covered my hand with his and pulled his shirt up, then pushed my palm flat against his skin. He withdrew his hand and returned it to my upper arm, leaving me to explore his abdomen by touch.

I feel smoothness…a scar? Pretty big one, if so.

He kissed me again, rubbing his length against me with more gentle insistence. I spread my hand over his stomach and moved it slowly up towards his chest, savoring the way the muscles beneath his skin moved.

He's wiry, but strong…

I moved my hand carefully to his side.

A row of evenly spaced bumps from his rib cage down to his pelvic bone. I wonder what that looks like in the light? And the skin there is so soft…

His hips pressed down into mine harshly, and he straightened up unexpectedly. My hand slipped down from his torso and landed on my stomach.

"Is everything okay?"

"Kakashi, I am so sorry. This must be really frustrating to deal with. I said I didn't want to do anything, and then I practically accosted you in your own bedroom. And we've barely been on one date. This isn't very gentlemanly of me."

We've been on a date? Was dinner a date?

"It's okay, you have nothing to apologize for."

"No, it isn't. You deserve more clarity and more care than that."

Care?

I hooked a finger under his pants and tugged at the hem, pressing my hips up so he could feel my erection. He shivered above me in the dark.

"I promise I'm having a great time~."

He kissed me again, then rolled off of me and stood next to the bed. I returned my mask to its proper position and switched on my bedside lamp. He smiled at me, looking both appreciative and ashamed.

"You're so patient. I'll be a more considerate date in the future. It's been a while since I thought about…for now, I think I should head home. Shino will be waiting for me."

He's certainly a strange one.

I joined him in my doorway, giving him a quick once-over before he left. I brushed a lock of his hair back into place and straightened his collar.

Now no one looking at him in the street will be able to tell he did anything other than sit chastely in the living room.

"Good to go. See you around."

Shibi hesitated. He slowly brought my face towards him, guiding me by my chin. He tilted my head down and planted a soft kiss on my forehead before releasing me and stepping back.

Is this the first time he's kissed me in the light?

"Good night. See you soon."

I opened the door and watched him leave, then practically collapsed against it when I shut it behind him. After several seconds of reflection, I decided to go finish things off in the shower.