CRACKING UP BECAUSE SOMEONE JUST LEFT A COMMENT AND I JUST REMEMBERED THIS:

There's a bit of dried blood in his hair, but it's mostly at the back of his head. Otherwise, though, Kakashi looks fine for someone who's been on a long mission. A very long mission. Seeing Minato for the first time in a long while uncoils something in his chest, and, instead of addressing the Hokage (in full regalia, he notices offhandedly) as he ought to be addressed, he lets out the breath he'd been holding. He wants to stand up, but that's not proper. "Hi."

maskedscarecrow:

"No, I-" Kakashi frowns even as a flush travels up his neck. He never knows what to say when the other man compliments him. "I'm serious." The urge to hide his face is strong, so he ducks his head a little, hoping Minato won't notice.

His hands are still wet and slightly soapy from doing the dishes, but he only gives them a cursory wipe with the tea towel before walking to the living room and tucking himself into Minato. Usually it's the other man that does this — plopping himself uninvited into Kakashi's lap — but today he feels like attempting a change in their routine. "We should get a dishwasher."

He's sleepy, but he's not too sleepy to return the kiss, melting into the sheets. Anything that keeps Minato by his side a while longer is just fine. "Okay." You'll hear no complaints from him.

He ponders that for a while, Minato's nearness lulling him back into half-sleep. "I'll make you breakfast?" Whatever Minato wants.

Finally, he lifts his head up a little, cracking open an eye. "Then don't go." This time he presses his face into the side of Minato's, nosing the strong line of his jaw and his lips close to the other man's neck.