[ If Kaveh is going to regret his choice to accept the handcuffs, it's going to be now that he most keenly feels it, when Alhaitham says something that makes him want to throw his arms around the other to pull him into a kiss.
Regardless of how calmly the scribe speaks, so many things sit just under the surface of those words: not just the reaffirmation that he thinks Kaveh looks good, but the statement that he wants to see him in the other outfits he purchased; the implication of another next time; the instruction not to hide himself away.
All this, paired with the way he leans back, unbuttoning his shirt in the slowest, most torturous of ways, revealing the pale, toned skin underneath in a way that has Kaveh wetting his too-dry lips.
And Kaveh, who often has his words stolen in the face of the other man, finds himself in the same situation as always, but a much more pleasant version, a shy smile on his lips and a flush on his cheeks as he nods. ]
...Okay. I'll, uh.. keep that in mind. For next time.
[ And then, his smile turning more playful, he adds: ]
You should just dress like this. Shirt off, I mean.
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Regardless of how calmly the scribe speaks, so many things sit just under the surface of those words: not just the reaffirmation that he thinks Kaveh looks good, but the statement that he wants to see him in the other outfits he purchased; the implication of another next time; the instruction not to hide himself away.
All this, paired with the way he leans back, unbuttoning his shirt in the slowest, most torturous of ways, revealing the pale, toned skin underneath in a way that has Kaveh wetting his too-dry lips.
And Kaveh, who often has his words stolen in the face of the other man, finds himself in the same situation as always, but a much more pleasant version, a shy smile on his lips and a flush on his cheeks as he nods. ]
...Okay. I'll, uh.. keep that in mind. For next time.
[ And then, his smile turning more playful, he adds: ]
You should just dress like this. Shirt off, I mean.