He told Alhaitham he wasn't allowed to touch, that he had to keep his hands up against the headrail.
It's barely been minutes, and there are fingers in his hair, weaving and gripping, and crimson eyes shoot up to meet the other's face.
What he finds there completely takes away his ability to be unhappy about it. A shaky breath gusts over the bruise he's left on the scribe's thigh, heart clenching in his chest as he reaches up to gently touch the other's wrist. ]
What did I say about no touching, mm Haitham?
[ But there really is no anger in his voice. He sits up, gently moves the other's hand back to the headrail, and holds it against it for a silent moment or two. ]
If you touch me again, I really will put the cuffs on you.
[ He shifts back to where he was, another breath over the skin. ]
I wanna do it the first time with my mouth. Any complaints?
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He told Alhaitham he wasn't allowed to touch, that he had to keep his hands up against the headrail.
It's barely been minutes, and there are fingers in his hair, weaving and gripping, and crimson eyes shoot up to meet the other's face.
What he finds there completely takes away his ability to be unhappy about it. A shaky breath gusts over the bruise he's left on the scribe's thigh, heart clenching in his chest as he reaches up to gently touch the other's wrist. ]
What did I say about no touching, mm Haitham?
[ But there really is no anger in his voice. He sits up, gently moves the other's hand back to the headrail, and holds it against it for a silent moment or two. ]
If you touch me again, I really will put the cuffs on you.
[ He shifts back to where he was, another breath over the skin. ]
I wanna do it the first time with my mouth. Any complaints?