Three Sentence Ficathon

It wasn’t as if he had never seen the man without his mask and hood on before, but there was something about way Kakuzu had taken it off and sighed in relief as the cool night air hit his skin, the way he had shucked off his cloak next and let it fall in a heap on the ground had Hidan held rapt.

Their eyes met and instead of looking away like he should have had he an ounce of shame, Hidan only became bolder, letting his gaze follow the sweat that dripped down Kakuzu’s throat until it disappeared beneath his shirt — the shirt that was being pulled up and over his partner’s head.

Hidan would have liked to have followed the trail of sweat with his tongue despite the fact he typically hated both the taste and smell of it, especially after a long day of travelling, and blamed it all on the insufferable heat for turning his brain to mush.