[It isn't a rejection of Kaveh. Gods, he isn't sure if there is anyone in any world he could want more even if that one particular act was a non-starter. He decides to work through the complicated tangle of thoughts around his refusal to continue later rather than being distracted by them now and meets Kaveh's eyes in quiet contemplation as he considers.
What does he want? In real terms sex has held so little space in his thoughts over the years that he has never given much consideration to that kind of question. He's learning all kinds of things these days. What he likes and doesn't like in settings far more intimate than he ever imagined himself in.
So, what does he want?
He sits up straight and takes hold of one of Kaveh's hands, only lightly snagging it. His fingers don't take grip but trail down the man's forearm instead, ghosting across his skin until they reach Kaveh's chest. What does he want? Something... else.
Alhaitham pulls Kaveh to him and kisses him, one hand splayed flat to his chest while the other digs gently into his hair. The pad of his thumb strokes a slow trail around the shell of his companion's ear.]
no subject
What does he want? In real terms sex has held so little space in his thoughts over the years that he has never given much consideration to that kind of question. He's learning all kinds of things these days. What he likes and doesn't like in settings far more intimate than he ever imagined himself in.
So, what does he want?
He sits up straight and takes hold of one of Kaveh's hands, only lightly snagging it. His fingers don't take grip but trail down the man's forearm instead, ghosting across his skin until they reach Kaveh's chest. What does he want? Something... else.
Alhaitham pulls Kaveh to him and kisses him, one hand splayed flat to his chest while the other digs gently into his hair. The pad of his thumb strokes a slow trail around the shell of his companion's ear.]
I want you close.