[ Mean it though he may, Kaveh is still a little anxious as Alhaitham moves to push his shirt up and over his head, caught somewhere between expecting no reaction, not wanting one anyway, and also somehow wanting one. The brush of those fingers, at the very least, is proof that the younger man isn't repulsed by the concept, and so he's able to stay quiet as Alhaitham looks at the lingerie, turning his attention back to Kaveh to mention color theory, andβ ]
I... I actually have a similar pair in red, too. [ The admission comes somewhat bashfully, paired with the barest beginnings of a heated flush across his cheeks in response to the younger's complimentary words. ] I chose the red ones first, and then got these too.
[ That latter point isn't entirely true. The teal ones were chosen for him, but he's not about to express as much in the middle of this moment between them. Kaveh may be honest, but he's learned his lesson there.
(And it's not like he owes Alhiatham an explanation anyway, so he's not sure why he feels like he does.) ]
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I... I actually have a similar pair in red, too. [ The admission comes somewhat bashfully, paired with the barest beginnings of a heated flush across his cheeks in response to the younger's complimentary words. ] I chose the red ones first, and then got these too.
[ That latter point isn't entirely true. The teal ones were chosen for him, but he's not about to express as much in the middle of this moment between them. Kaveh may be honest, but he's learned his lesson there.
(And it's not like he owes Alhiatham an explanation anyway, so he's not sure why he feels like he does.) ]