Naruto. Kakashi/Iruka. PG-13. 100 words.
Iruka’s room is striped with late morning sunlight. He stretches lazily, sheets slipping away from bare skin. There is an ache in the muscles of his thighs, but the rest of his limbs feel as warm and golden as honey left on the sill. The scent of Kakashi clings to the linens like the hazy remnants of a good dream. Unable to keep a smile from turning his lips, Iruka rolls onto his belly to bury his face in the pillow. He breathes in deeply, and shivers as his skin tightens at the memory of sure hands and claiming kisses.