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He feels Kisame first thing in the morning, every morning.
He feels his chest rising and falling under him, like the gentle waves of the ocean. So very dangerous underneath and yet, it floats him somewhere peaceful. Obito wants to drown in it.
Some days Kisame is still asleep when Obito opens his eyes, and he gets the pleasure of nuzzling in a few more minutes before giving in to the urge to kiss his man awake.
Other days, like today, Kisame is awake, and softly dragging his perfectly manicured nails along the ridges of Obito's back. Somehow he knows all the perfect spots through all the scarring, where to scratch to have Obito arching his back until he and Kisame can’t get any closer and he is burying his nose into Kisame's neck with a quiet groan.
He thinks he hears a chuckle, but ignores his husband's mockery of the putty he is when in his large, perfectly sculpted arms.
Kisame smells of a salty ocean night and a gentle sunscreen, he’s as warm as sun kissed sand and he tastes like relaxation and care on Obitos lips when he kisses his jaw.
Suddenly, in his drunken haze he feels a large, comforting hand on the back of his head, a kiss against his hair and he feels like he could weep. Surely no one like him could deserve to feel so cared for, so coddled and yet here he is, feeling more adored than he’s ever felt in his life.
He would give Kisame the world if he asked for it.
He could.
But who would give up such an all encompassing cuddle for something so trivial, he’d rather stay here in these arms.
He isn’t sure how long he lays there before Kisame finally speaks low “we should probably get up soon darling” and Obito nearly bites him for such an outrageous suggestion.
Kisame is now rubbing his back and he whines out a ‘no’ that he will deny whining later when he isn’t under his siren's spell. He presses his cheek against his lovers, a deep, pleased rumbly feeling in his chest.
“Are you completely sure you’re not a cat, bito?” Kisame has a chuckle on his tongue as he says it and this time Obito does bite him, on the lobe of his ear.
He feels Kisame's shudder and then hears his lovely, trembling laughter “you’re only proving my point”
With a huff Obito sits up, legs straddling Kisame's waist and hands on his chest just so he can look at Kisame, and he almost loses the words on his tongue at the sight of him “I am not a cat, and even if i was, cats are perfect so what’s the problem with that”
He ends his hushed argument with a glare, and definitely not a pout.
Kisame looks seconds from bursting into giggles “I never said there was a problem darling”
Obito opens his mouth with intention only to freeze as he finally realizes that Kisame's hands have slid to grab his waist, firm and meaningful and far too much for his sleep muddled brain.
He goes straight back down, red face now completely hidden in Kisame's collarbone and ignores his lovers amusement to listen to his own heart beat that pounds endlessly in his chest and ears to remind him how madly in love he is with Kisame Hoshigaki.