[Alhaitham couldn't anticipate what that whimper does to him. He feels a spark shoot straight to the curling warmth between his hips and his breath catches, his eyes darting up and catching the other man's eyes. For a moment he forgets what he said - what Kaveh is questioning - then makes a soft sound of confirmation.]
Mm. You can wear the red one next time.
[There are several implications there, all of them bluntly obvious to someone who knows Alhaitham as well as Kaveh does, but delivered as ever with the quiet, casual tone of someone with barely any idea of the kind of impact that those particular words can have.
He likes how Kaveh looks like this, he realises. Like appreciating a piece of art wound together with the anticipation of what's to come.
Alhaitham sits back and unbuttons his shirt, taking his time, maintaining eye contact all the while. The mark of his suit is calm and pale now, barely visible, and once he sets the shirt aside he moves to his belt, lingering on the buckle.]
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Mm. You can wear the red one next time.
[There are several implications there, all of them bluntly obvious to someone who knows Alhaitham as well as Kaveh does, but delivered as ever with the quiet, casual tone of someone with barely any idea of the kind of impact that those particular words can have.
He likes how Kaveh looks like this, he realises. Like appreciating a piece of art wound together with the anticipation of what's to come.
Alhaitham sits back and unbuttons his shirt, taking his time, maintaining eye contact all the while. The mark of his suit is calm and pale now, barely visible, and once he sets the shirt aside he moves to his belt, lingering on the buckle.]
And don't bother to hide it.