Kakashi turned his lover around, lifting him up, handling his smaller body as if he didn't weight any more than a delicate feather. Iruka would never admit it out loud, how much he loved Kakashi manhandling him, the unreasonably arousing of feeling the hamstrings of his arms marking under the skin like the deepest roots of a tree; to know that, in spite of his lover being strong enough to bear his weight with no problems, Kakashi would never use that powerful strength to harm him, just to protect him or provide affection.