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“I said, would you like another drink?”
Obito finally turns towards the boy leaning close to his ear. He looks young – probably thinks Obito’s around his age to deem him a good catch. Not that Obito can blame him. No one would guess he’s a vampire who’s been alive for half a millennium from his looks alone.
Obito has to admit the boy is attractive, though – silver hair falling into his eyes, skin pale and sinuous underneath the white shirt he has on. His gaze is piercing, confident, but Obito can smell the anxiety on him, in the sweat dripping down his neck, in the way his thigh muscle spasms and jerks. It’s cute, Obito thinks. How the boy had been hovering around the bar for a good while, eyeing Obito like he was torn between lust and awe, before finally making his way over. And it’s tempting, oh so tempting, but the boy has a familiar scent to him, one that Obito should avoid. The thick smell of earth and fur pools in the space between them, cloying and fresh.
“I’m not done with this one. And I don’t think I’m going to finish it for a while,” Obito drawls, amused by the boy’s audacity. The boy licks his lips and smiles, leaning heavily on the edge of the bar. The movement stretches his shirt tight against his chest, nipples hard. Obito struggles to keep from drinking in the boy’s scent as it gets heavier, almost cloying.
“Well, do you mind if I keep you company?” And oh he’s so fucking cute, any other day and Obito would love to mess around with him. He leans closer to the boy, aware of how his shirt falls open, how the boy’s eyes fall to the symbol etched into his chest and how his heart skips the tiniest beat.
“What’s your name, pup?” Obito doesn’t miss the way the boy’s cheeks color, despite the growing stench of distrust emanating from him. He watches the boy take a deep breath in, watches how his eyes widen with sudden realization and laughs.
“Oh, you, you’re—“
“Yes, puppy, took you long enough.”
The boy recoils but doesn’t pull away. There’s a sweetness in the air between them; Obito doesn’t realize what it is until the boy crosses his legs, still standing closer than he should. It’s a tantalizing mix of arousal and humiliation and Obito revels in it.
“I’m, uh, Kakashi. I mean, I-I’m alone,” the boy, Kakashi stammers, biting his lip. And Obito frowns, alone? That means the boy is newly bitten and packless. That explains the freshness of his scent. Obito makes a mental note to talk to Minato about it; the city pack is small but bitten wolves are a rarity: Minato keeps a tight leash on them all. But not now; Obito feels jittery and his mouth aches. He’s been looking forward to tonight for a while and while wolf blood is quite delectable to feed on, if Kushina, and by extension, Minato, finds out, he’ll never hear the end of it.
“Alone? That’s very illegal, isn’t it? Naughty pup.”
Kakashi’s face is a satisfying shade of red. “N-no, I mean, I have a pack! But I’m new to the city. I’m not hurting anyone, I won’t hurt anyone.”
Obito’s eyebrows furrow. What could that mean? Obito knows every single wolf registered in the city and has records of the packs in every other city. “That’s not possible, we’re informed of every foreign wolf who crosses territory, there’s no way—“
Obito stops abruptly and his eyes widen. No way.
“You’re a wildling aren’t you? Oh wow, this is amazing, I haven’t seen one of you in years. You’re adjusting very well to urban living, pup, picking up a strange vampire in a gay bar. How are you not ripping my face off by the way? Doesn’t your kind think we’re unnatural, shouldn’t exist, yada yada?” says Obito, thoroughly amused at the way Kakashi’s face sours.
“It’s not the first time I’ve been in a city,” Kakashi mutters and Obito almost vibrates with glee. Minato and his ‘fool-proof’ security. Kakashi continues, voice forlorn. “And anyway, I don’t really want to align myself with them, I-I’m here because I was- I had to get away.”
He looks like a kicked puppy and Obito sighs. Wildlings are known for their feral ways of living; very traditional creatures who still worshipped pagan deities. No one knew a lot about the wildling packs, just that they had a centuries-old vendetta against Obito’s kind, and refused to align with the city packs because of their tolerance for vampires. Kushina stuck to settling in large cities for that sole reason. In Obito’s opinion, they couldn’t really blame the wildlings: vampires have a history of mercilessly killing those they considered barbaric.
“Ah. Well, I’d love to entertain you, pup, but I’m here for a reason,” he says, letting his fangs drop out a tiny bit. He expects Kakashi to recoil but the boy simply takes a tiny step backwards, mouth parting. He still smells so solidly of arousal, it surprises Obito. The scent is so strong it’s as if the boy has been doused with it. Kakashi takes a deep breath, eyes fluttering and cheeks a soft pink as if breathing in Obito’s scent. Obito watches with budding arousal and awe as the boy leans more heavily on the counter like he’d fall if he let go.
“Um, okay. I’ll let you do your thing then,” he says, steeling himself for a moment before standing straight and winking at Obito coyly. Obito almost laughs in disbelief. The last time a wolf had let him do his own “thing”, he’d had his face shredded. Granted, Minato hasn’t inflicted violence on him in decades, the diaphanous peace between them is tense and held up only by mutual respect.
Still, Obito waves back and watches Kakashi melt into the pulsating crowd, scent slowly mingling into the cesspool of sweat, flesh and blood. The awkwardness in Kakashi’s movements when he’d been talking to Obito seems to melt away and Obito watches as the boy almost slinks through the crowded floor, body unfurling with the music. Somehow, Obito can’t focus on any other scent but Kakashi’s; it seems to saturate the entire room, earthy and sweet, like cedar and honey.
Fuck. He knew the boy was going to be a distraction.
Kakashi sniffs the air and pushes through the crowd until he reaches someone, linking his arm with the person’s, and an uncomfortable feeling flits through Obito. The man leans the slightest bit into Kakashi, wrapping his arm around the boy’s waist and laughing in his ear, the red moue of Kakashi’s mouth visible to Obito all the way from there.
The more he eyes the way the man runs a hand down Kakashi’s back, settling on his ass, Kakashi’s hands twisting at the man’s shirt, the more restless he becomes. Obito gnaws at his lip a little, fingers flexing around the glass in his palms.
Perhaps, it wouldn’t be so bad to break the rules a little. Besides, Kakashi’s existence is clearly unknown to the pack, he can get away with fooling around with him a little. Suddenly, Kakashi’s scent spikes harshly, and Obito looks up to see the stranger groping his ass, Kakashi shuddering in the man’s arms as if he’s this close to losing it and oh. Oh no. He couldn’t be certain but the enrapturing scent, the arousal wafting from Kakashi, the way the boy seemed spaced out, almost dopey, made a whole lot of sense now.
Obito sets his drink down, muscles clenching in barely controlled restraint and makes his way towards Kakashi, who is now essentially frotting against the stranger. As he nears them, Kakashi picks up his scent and looks at Obito with wide, slightly unfocused eyes, a soft mewl echoing from his throat that even Obito barely hears. Obito levels the man stuck to Kakashi with a look and immediately the man scurries away, confused and afraid.
Kakashi wrings his hands in frustration and frowns at Obito. “Why did you scare him off?” he asks imploringly. His hands come to Obito’s chest, fondling him almost absentmindedly. Obito takes hold of Kakashi’s wrists and spins him around, moulding his own body against Kakashi’s. A strange feeling overcomes him as he wraps his arms around Kakashi’s waist, so much daintier than the rest of him. Some part of Obito telling him to hold, to take care of, to keep.
Obito takes a deep breath and allows himself to relax, skin molten as Kakashi moves his hips in tiny, disjointed circles against his front.
“Have you been lying to me, sweetheart?” he drawls leaning towards Kakashi’s ear, allowing his intentions to drip into his voice. It works, if the way Kakashi jerks against him says anything. The boy in question turns his head, giving Obito a confused look.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about?” he says, mouth fixed in a pout. Obito stills. Does the boy truly not know? But Kakashi’s heart doesn’t stutter and his expression seems genuine. Oh, this is absolutely brilliant.
“Really? You don’t know what you’re doing to me and everyone else here? Little wildling omega, sneaking into a crowded, foreign city so close to his heat. What exactly were you looking for?”
Obito watches curiously as Kakashi’s scent sours with apprehension and fear; but not enough to mask the overwhelming waves of arousal. He hasn’t even stopped moving against Obito.
“I didn’t know, oh my god, what the fuck, it isn’t supposed to come till next week,” Kakashi rushes out, hands beginning to shake a little. Obito holds him firmly, putting a stop to his movements and turns him around and stares at him. He’s trying to look like he’s in control, but Obito really doesn’t know much about heats and the way Kakashi looks and smells like right now is both intoxicating and concerning.
“Pup, I need you to tell me what to do. Do you want me to leave—“
“No! N-no, I want you, want you here.” Obito feels his stomach burn at the words. Kakashi drops his head onto Obito’s shoulder, lips ghosting at his collarbones, and takes shallow breaths. “You smell so so good, I can’t- it’s overwhelming,” he whispers.
You’re telling me, Obito wants to retort but Kakashi barrels on.
“I’m clear-headed enough to know I want to do this with you. Please?” he asks and Obito only now realizes Kakashi is only a couple of centimeters shorter than him, but smells so submissive and small. And he wants Obito, has given him permission to touch.
But still. “ Are you absolutely sure? You don’t even know my name, pup. I can drop you back home, or well as reasonably close as I can get without getting my head ripped off. Honestly, how did your pack not real—“
“Oh my goddess, shut up. Are you going to fuck me or not?” Kakashi’s voice is unwavering and his eyes resolved. And well, that’s good enough for Obito.
It’s not him that moves first, Kakashi lets his eyes droop and leans in slow as molasses, mouth slotting against Obito’s, soft and gentle. He’s so full of surprises, Obito hasn’t felt this intrigued by someone in so many years. He lets Kakashi set the pace, and the wolf seems content to lazily lick into Obito’s mouth, moving back to lap against Obito’s lips. It feels languid and offsetting against the noisy bar they’re in.
Kakashi bites firmly into Obito’s bottom lip and that’s when he’s had enough. He swirls Kakashi back around, back to chest, and runs his palms over Kakashi’s waist and the tops of his thighs. Kakashi’s entire body vibrates and a tiny, kittenish sound leaves his mouth.
“Stop teasing me, sweetheart. Aren’t you supposed to be desperate and dripping for me?” Kakashi’s body jerks but he turns his head and looks at Obito with a glint in his eye.
“You’re supposed to make me desperate and dripping, vampire. Or do you not know how?” he says with a smirk, and oh, Obito is going to have so much fun with this one.
He raises an eyebrow and reaches his hand up to tweak at a nipple. Kakashi arches into his touch, mouth hanging open in a soundless moan and perhaps this is too obscene for a mortal bar because the men around them look at Kakashi with unashamed hunger in their eyes. That would not do at all. He stops his ministrations, grabs Kakashi’s hand and begins pulling him outside.
Kakashi comes easily, thumb rubbing at Obito’s palm, the gesture sweet and intimate. Maybe that’s what makes Obito stop outside in the unlit alley behind the bar and push Kakashi up against the wall, hard enough to make him let out a small oof.
“Don’t like all those people seeing you like that. But you get off on it, don’t you? Being put on display in a room full of people aching to touch you,” he growls and Kakashi melts against the rough brick, lips shiny with spit. They're a red so deep, Obito feels his fangs drop a tiny bit, aching to sink into something soft. Kakashi’s eyes widen when he sees the pointed ends of Obito’s teeth, and he shifts restlessly under Obito’s strong arms.
Obito leans into Kakashi’s neck, licking a long stripe up towards his jaw, leaving a tiny kiss on his cheekbone. He begins peppering Kakashi’s neck with small kisses, deepening them and mouthing messily when the blood under his skin thrums louder, skin burning hot to the touch. Kakashi lets out a loud moan when Obito cautiously lets his fangs drag along his collarbone and he stifles a laugh into Kakashi’s skin.
“This is what you were after, isn't it? Something different, something dangerous. Something to pin you down and make you hurt.” Kakashi squirms under him, whimpering low and wraps his arms around Obito’s neck.
“Please, please. Take me home, I want you, please.” He sounds desperate, voice stretched thin and Obito doesn’t waste another minute, leading Kakashi towards his car. Obito goes to open the passenger side but stops when he realizes Kakashi isn’t standing close to him anymore.
He’s standing a good two feet away from his car and looking at it with an expression filled with the most intense disgust.
“You’re not serious.”
“What? This is my baby, she’s beautiful, isn’t she? I love mortal vehicles, so flamboyant and stylish.”
“I can't believe I’m letting a vampire who owns an ugly purple car dick me down.”
“Okay, now that’s just rude.”
Kakashi gets in reluctantly, grumbling and sits with his arms crossed. And Obito’s a tiny bit screwed because he finds even that adorable.
“What do you even know about cars, wildling?” Obito asks obnoxiously and Kakashi gives him a judgmental look.
“I told you, this isn’t the first time I’ve been here. I come to the city really often. And wildlings aren’t primitive, dumbass, we’re quite modern. We just have different beliefs than urban packs. We’re far more connected to the earth,” he says softly, eyes trained on something far away. Then he looks at Obito with a mischievous little smile. “I know who you are too, you know.”
Obito stills at that. He couldn’t possibly—
“Obito, that’s your name, isn’t it? I’m—I haven’t been stalking you or anything, I swear! I just—I’ve seen you around in that bar, I heard someone call you that once. I’ve just always been, well, really shy, I didn’t know how to approach you. I didn't know what you were though, your scent, it's very um, distracting. I might have mentioned this but you smell really really good and holy goddess I don’t how I’m speaking so clearly right now, I feel like I’m drowning—“
Obito places a hand on Kakashi’s thigh and squeezes, revelling in the short gasp it earns.
“Hands on the wheel,” Kakashi says weakly but he pushes his thigh up into Obito’s grasp, trying to get him to move his palm higher, right where he needs it.
Obito tuts and grips Kakashi’s thigh harder. “Be patient, sweetheart, and I’ll give you what you want. You don’t want to let me down, do you?” Kakashi shakes his head quickly and doesn’t look away from Obito till they stop, eyes trained on the elegant slope of the vampire’s neck. At his sharp features and the corded muscles of his hands, vanishing into a billowy silk shirt that stretches across his shoulders.
Suddenly, Kakashi feels something slick against the inside of his thighs and he whimpers in embarrassment. He literally got wet just by looking at Obito. And the vampire picks up on it immediately, eyes narrowed and nostrils flaring. He smirks at Kakashi, caressing his thigh, making Kakashi squirm even more.
“Didn’t you say something about me having to work to get you wet, sweetheart?”
And Kakashi feels both humiliated and aroused, whispering at Obito to drive faster.
They reach one of the apartments Obito has rented around the city, courtesy of Kushina and her overflowing bank account. This one is used exclusively for feedings and hook-ups and it feels a little sleazy to bring Kakashi here. Obito isn’t sure why considering he’s never been hesitant to before, but it’ll have to do. He can’t bring a wildling home and risk anyone finding out.
He corners Kakashi the second they enter the apartment, pushing him up against the door, lifting his head up and giving him a deep kiss, allowing Kakashi to explore his mouth, filthily lap against his fangs. Kakashi’s hands clumsily fumble with the front of his shirt before ripping it open. Obito groans when he feels blood on his tongue, drawing away from Kakashi. Kakashi’s eyes are droopy and unfocused, and his tongue hangs out slightly, a small gash on it. He looks so absolutely fucked out, Obito’s cock is beginning to hurt.
“Little pup,” croons Obito, Kakashi pushing his hard crotch into Obito’s thigh, humping him messily. “Let me take care of you, baby.”
Obito knows enough about heats to know how consuming they are. That the omega needs to be fed and cleaned because they’ll be too out of it to do it themselves. He makes a mental note to check for food, or he’ll have to go and buy some when Kakashi sleeps or something, his heat will probably last the average three days, but he’ll ask—
“Obito, please. Aren’t you going to take care of me?”
Obito realizes with a start that they’re in the bedroom already. Kakashi is sitting, completely bare, on the edge of the bed, legs folded behind him, eyes wide and watery. Obito feels himself absolutely melt. He walks up to Kakashi, takes his face in his hands and plants a kiss on his forehead.
“Of course, baby, I just want to make sure I have everything here for you,” he says, stroking Kakashi’s silver hair, feeling warmth pool in him at the way the boy lets all his weight drop into Obito’s palm.
Obito grasps harshly at Kakashi’s jaw and lets his fingers dip into Kakashi’s open mouth, reaching far enough that Kakashi chokes a little, closing his lips around Obito’s fingers, eyes rolling back into his head. And fuck, he looks absolutely filthy like that.
“Lie down for me, will you.”
Kakashi moves immediately, spreading himself out on the sheets, completely unashamed of his nudity. Obito watches his pale body tense and quiver as Kakashi moves, and he feels the urge to bite into the skin, see it pearl up with blood. Not that Kakashi would mind, the gash on his tongue has probably already healed.
He follows Kakashi and grabs at his legs, manoeuvring the boy under him so that his thighs are spread across Obito’s lap. “Love your thighs baby,” he says absently before leaning down to bite precariously at the skin there, Kakashi jerking in his hold.
This close Obito feels swamped by the scent of Kakashi’s slick, he can see it coat the inside of his thighs, shiny and wet. He knows that’s where Kakashi really wants to be touched so he touches everywhere but there, biting and licking at his thighs and the v of his hips, as Kakashi grows more and more desperate under him.
“Obito, please, please, just—“ He cuts himself off and arches when Obito bites a little too hard, lazy about his fangs, and blood rises to his skin. Obito leans forward, closer but not close enough and bites intentionally, fangs sinking into soft soft flesh and Kakashi cries out, hard cock spurting precum incessantly. Tiny rivulets of blood fall down his thighs and Obito has to grab his own cock to stave off an early orgasm.
“Obito, touch me!” Kakashi slurs and there are tears falling slowly from his eyes. Obito reaches up to wipe them away, then rises up on his haunches, moving away from Kakashi. The boy panics, grabbing at Obito, mewling desperately and Obito snarls, pressing his fingers into the wounds in Kakashi’s thighs, already closing up under his skin.
“Did I not tell you that patience would get you rewarded? Or do you enjoy disappointing me, pup?”
Kakashi chokes on a sob at that and covers his eyes with his hands, completely overwhelmed. Obito pauses, reaching up to gently remove the boy’s hands away from his face and leans in close.
“Tell me if it’s too much, pup. Tell me to stop if I’m doing something you don’t like, okay? Is it too much?” he asks, worrying at the way Kakashi seems to cry even harder at his words. He laces their fingers together and brushes Kakashi’s hair off his forehead.
“Noo, I’m just—is a lot but I like it. Don’t want you to stop. Please touch me, Obito, I’m begging you, please.”
Obito shushes him gently and turns him around, patting at his pert ass as Kakashi instinctively raises it in the air. His body shakes when Obito’s hands meet his ass and Obito thinks of how beautiful his ass would look striped red and bloody, but that’s for another time. Not when Kakashi's leaking slick and precum all over the sheets, drooling on the pillow and whispering over and over again at Obito to hurry up and please touch me there.
So Obito does, swiping at Kakashi’s taint without warning, spreading his slick all over. Kakashi mewls, ass pushing back against Obito’s fingers. Obito gathers up his slick and pushes a finger in slow, pumping it steadily when Kakashi shows no signs of pain, immediately moving his hips back to meet Obito’s fingers.
“You look so pretty like this. Spread out and slutty, all for me. You’re my toy, aren’t you?” The nickname makes Kakashi duck his head in humiliation but Obito can smell the spike in his arousal. “Yeah, you are. Mine to touch, to play with, to own. “ Kakashi lets out a garbled “yours” at that, and Obito sinks another finger in easily.
He fucks Kakashi like that, adding two more until his fingers are drenched and Kakashi’s ass is sloppy and loose. Kakashi whines when Obito removes them and Obito gives him a firm smack on the back of his thigh for it. Kakashi’s head is pillowed and turned to the side. Obito marvels at the way his silver hair falls fluffy and messy around him, mouth panting as drool pools on the pillow. He looks breathtakingly beautiful and Obito finds his fingers raised to that open mouth before he even realizes it. Kakashi doesn’t even blink, lets the fingers drenched in his own slick sink into his mouth as he laps at them dizzily, moaning around them, too out of it to even close his mouth around them to suck.
Obito withdraws his hand and settles behind Kakashi again, watching the way his hole gapes. He realises with a start that he hasn’t even undressed, and Kakashi is prone on the bed, lost in his arousal and Obito’s scent. The contrast between his black slacks and Kakashi’s pale body satisfies Obito on a primal level. Obito’s kind are unnatural predators, preying on the weak. But there’s always been something so pleasurable, so wrong about preying on something that wants to be hunted. Something that could very well hunt him.
He runs his nails down Kakashi’s ass and thighs, letting red scratches mar his body and disappear just as quickly. When Kakashi whines, soft and needy, he unzips his slacks, pulls out his cock, red and aching and places it at Kakashi’s rim, teasing. He lets it dip in ever so slightly. Kakashi clenches desperately around him, but he doesn't let up, ignoring the high-pitched noises of protest directed at him.
“Kakashi. Pup. Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me to fuck you and keep you stuffed, hmm? Fill you up with my cum, so that everyone knows who you belong to”
Kakashi jerks violently at that, tiny whines leaving his throat and Obito watches, amused, as Kakashi’s cum puddles onto the sheet, cock twitching.
“Oh my. Oh my sweet baby, that all it takes to make you cum? You know you have to cum again on my cock, don’t you? Can you do that for me?”
And Kakashi’s calmer now, head no longer stuffed up with cotton. But he still nods and spreads his legs wider, eager to feel Obito inside him, cumming in him, breeding him.
When Obito finally pushes into him, Kakashi lets out a soft sigh because it feels so right. As if Obito belongs there and some part of Kakashi, the one that craves affection and love, wishes he’d stay forever. But as Obito sets out a harsh rhythm, thrusting in slow but hard, Kakashi doesn’t know how much of it is the heat talking, cock drunk that he is already.
Obito doesn’t let up, doesn’t move faster, even when Kakashi pushes back against him, whining at him to fucking move already. He lets his thrusts slow down even more, pushes Kakashi’s body flat on the bed so he’s trapped, with no leverage to move his hips. He shivers at how helpless he feels, Obito’s body covering his, his cock thrusting deep into him, so slow it makes him feel boneless.
Kakashi’s sinking deeper and deeper into the bed when Obito begins thrusting harder, rougher, hips slapping against Kakashi’s ass, palms gripping tight at his hips. It’s so jarring, Kakashi’s mind feels muddled, all he can do is just lie there and take it.
“Perfect little doll, huh, pup? So good for me, no disobedience at all. So proud of you, baby.”
And Kakashi finally sinks enough that all he can feel is the molten pleasure of Obito’s cock dragging against his walls and the way his arms feel, moulded around Kakashi’s body.
He doesn’t surface for a while, until he feels a sharp pain and a wave of arousal as he cums suddenly, semen splattering across his chest, ass leaking slick in torrents. When he feels something drip down his neck, he realises that Obito has bitten him, and still has his fangs locked into his neck, not feeding but just holding him in place. Kakashi’s cock spurts weakly and he pushes against Obito, wants to turn around, see the expression on Obito’s face as he cums.
Obito lets him, flipping him with ease and resumes his thrusting, getting sloppier and faster, Kakashi panting heavily now. He licks over the wound he’d pierced into Kakashi’s neck and presses a firm kiss to Kakashi’s lips, noticing the way the boy's eyes are glazed over and he doesn’t meet his lips properly.
“Fuck, feel so good baby, I can feel you gushing around me. I’m gonna cum, pup. Want me to fill you up till you’re dripping slick and cum? By the end of your heat, you’re going to be so full, baby.”
Kakashi musters the little strength he has and wraps his legs around Obito, burying his face in Obito’s neck and whispers, “Please cum inside me, Alpha, breed me,” and buries his teeth in Obito’s shoulder, biting down hard as Obito shudders and groans long and hard as he releases into Kakashi. Obito pins him to the bed momentarily, letting his weight fall over and Kakashi loves it, still feels fuzzy and doesn’t want Obito to move, so when does, slowly pulling out of Kakashi, he cries out and wraps himself around Obito.
“Shh, it’s okay, baby, I’m not going anywhere. Just gotta clean you up,” Obito mutters into Kakashi’s hair. Kakashi shakes his head vigorously and Obito sighs, turning over so Kakashi is lying on top of him and pets the boy's hair till he calms down. After a while, Kakashi raises his head from Obito’s chest and smiles.
“So, you like me calling you Alpha, huh?
“Fuck off, it was hot, you little shit.”
After, when Obito has cleaned him up and gotten some food into Kakashi, he lets him sleep and goes to take a shower, shoulder stinging with pain from the bite Kakashi left on him. It looks like a mating mark, he thinks as he examines it, looking at the deep indents of Kakashi’s teeth in the mirror. Teething puppy, he thinks fondly. He can’t help but find the boy cute. He guesses it’s only natural. Kakashi is obviously still on the young side for a werewolf.
He takes a quick shower, worried about Kakashi getting up in the throes of heat and finding him gone, entering the bedroom just in time to see Kakashi stir, rubbing his nose tiredly and sits up, face lighting up with sheer joy when he realizes that Obito hasn’t left.
“Cute little shit,” Obito mutters with a shake of his head. Kushina is probably going to cut him in half but Obito has already made his decision. After all, he has to take care of what is his.