[I'm not really sure what this is other than "experimental." Also, I'm catching up on the two to one. \o/]

Kakashi is starting to tire of this game, the challenges, the extra glint to Guy's eyes as he asks Kakashi to choose.

When the sakura litter the dirt and clog the puddles, when petals stick to shoes and slacks and everything they touch, Kakashi chooses to take advantage of a season of endings, beginnings. He stops longing for the taste of cherries and takes, crushing lips to lips and tumbling them down to wet grass below.

Guy's tongue is bitter, like fruit picked too soon, but Kakashi presses in against him, helps peel off spandex clinging like a second skin. Guy is warm beneath him, and the sun beats like summer against their bare skin.

After, Kakashi rubs his hand against Guy's belly, again, again, and tries not to think of fall.
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