Chapter 11
Day One – Late Night
Kakashi curled in Iruka's arms, aching not unpleasantly as he remembered with interest the way confusion and pleasure had intertwined at the sensation of Iruka's fingers exploring his body. And that bewildering, delicious fullness still called him through the ache it left like a shadow.
Iruka's fingers carded through Kakashi's sweat-damp hair, stopping only when they hit the handkerchief Iruka had given Kakashi to tie over his face again. Kakashi hummed in contentment, snuggling in closer to Iruka's warmth.
Iruka pressed a kiss to Kakashi's forehead. "Cuddly Kakashi," he murmured.
"I am not," Kakashi disputed indolently.
"Alright," Iruka replied agreeably, his fingertips still gently combing through silver spikes, his other arm still clasped around Kakashi.
Kakashi felt oddly safe in Iruka's arms. He couldn't quite understand it. But he knew that he could let go, and Iruka could catch him and take care of him. Hadn't Iruka only just finished demonstrating precisely that?
His last thought before he drifted off to sleep was that he suddenly understood how a dog felt when it finally found its master.