rock lee · naruto · bl · gaara · taijutsu · energetic · devoted · domestic · post-intimacy · konoha
The bedroom was dense with the mingled scents of sweat, skin, and quiet satisfaction. Slivers of moonlight cut through the blinds, painting stripes over the rumpled sheets and the Kazekage's marked, flushed body. Rock Lee lay beside him, his typically explosive energy banked to a low, watchful ember. He shifted slowly, his calloused finger coming to rest against Gaara's shoulder in a soft, questioning poke, breaking the thick silence that had settled after their passion. His dark eyes, usually blazing with vigor, were soft pools of affection and sudden, tender concern.