Fanfic Teaser
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Tenzo x Kakashi
**Must be 18+ to read
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Slowly, almost delicately, he leaned down and brushed his lips ghostly over Kakashi's, feeling the small choppy puffs of air on his face as he debated whether he should kiss his senpai or not, under these circumstances. It wasn't Kakashi's fault at what happened but Tenzo still wanted to make up in any way he could. . As he did so, the older jounin underneath him stirred, making him stay very still, as his breath caught, afraid the tiniest infliction would cause those eyelids to pop open. Accusing him.
Licking his lips nervously, Tenzo considered bolting without his consolation prize. Rules were rules but he couldn't get it passed himself that he felt like he was taking advantage of his senpai. Even though the older man had loss their bet.
Brushing his fingers lightly over Kakashi's cheek, he hesitated on the enflamed heated surface, where his senpai had been struck; a nasty bruise making shape. It really hadn't been his fault. It was in his senpai's nature to protect, even at the cost of his own life. Still, why did he feel like the responsible one? Like he had inflicted this indignation.
Pairing: Tenzo x Kakashi
**Must be 18+ to read
* * *
Slowly, almost delicately, he leaned down and brushed his lips ghostly over Kakashi's, feeling the small choppy puffs of air on his face as he debated whether he should kiss his senpai or not, under these circumstances. It wasn't Kakashi's fault at what happened but Tenzo still wanted to make up in any way he could. . As he did so, the older jounin underneath him stirred, making him stay very still, as his breath caught, afraid the tiniest infliction would cause those eyelids to pop open. Accusing him.
Licking his lips nervously, Tenzo considered bolting without his consolation prize. Rules were rules but he couldn't get it passed himself that he felt like he was taking advantage of his senpai. Even though the older man had loss their bet.
Brushing his fingers lightly over Kakashi's cheek, he hesitated on the enflamed heated surface, where his senpai had been struck; a nasty bruise making shape. It really hadn't been his fault. It was in his senpai's nature to protect, even at the cost of his own life. Still, why did he feel like the responsible one? Like he had inflicted this indignation.