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Iruka rolled over. “Mng. Ohayou, darling.” he said muzzily, and opened his arms without opening his eyes.
Kakashi smiled, sliding off his vest and returning to his now-cool place in Iruka’s bed.
“Mmf, you’re cold.” Iruka said, shivering. “And wet.” he added as he ruffled his fingers through Kakashi’s hair at the nape of his neck. Kakashi gave a humming laugh. Iruka only pulled him in closer, tugging the blankets over him, ignoring the fact that he was still mostly dressed and, indeed, cold and wet.
Kakashi sighed, closing his eyes and stretching, leaning a little closer to Iruka. He snuggled against Kakashi’s shoulder, curled one calf behind one of Kakashi’s bandage wrapped ones - he was always cuddlier when he was half-asleep - and let out a snuffly breath.
In a few moments he was snoring, very softly, his body gone heavy and lax with sleep. So trusting.
Kakashi stroked his back lightly. Welcoming, too. Or perhaps ‘understanding’ was the correct word. Few of Kakashi’s past lovers had taken his morning desertion of a shared bed in stride so well as Iruka, and only one had welcomed him back to bed after with no sign of discomfort or aggravation.
Kakashi curled their legs together a little tighter and yawned, a shiver running down his spine. Iruka’s sleepy warmth was leaching into him, and he happily splayed himself out a little more to soak it in, as it was on offer.
Iruka mumbled in his sleep as Kakashi’s nose, probably still cold through his mask, nudged against the softness beneath his lover’s jaw. He didn’t wake any more, though, and he didn’t pull away, fingers curling into Kakashi’s spikily damp hair.