[ For a moment, Kaveh really isn't sure what the scribe is going to say. Especially as the other man sits up, he wonders to himself if the encounter is over for nowβ and something deep and primal knots itself up, stomach rolling at the knowledge that he doesn't want it to be
(but he'll do what Alhaitham wants, of course, he'll always do whatever it is Alhaitham wants, no matter how much it hurts him)
but then a hand ghosts over his skin, a grip pulling him close and into a gentle, tender kiss, and all the anxiety unwinds itself as Kaveh all but melts into him, both arms moving to circle around the other's shoulders.
I want you close, Alhaitham says, and Kaveh's heart does something weird in his chest, causing an unbidden sound on his lips, half-sob and half-murmur. A breath to stabilize himself and: ]
Okay. [ A hand winds itself up into the scribe's hair from where it rests at the nape; the other drops from around his shoulder to rest at his waist. ] What if... what if we stay like this, and I use my hand? Does thatβ is that good?
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(but he'll do what Alhaitham wants, of course, he'll always do whatever it is Alhaitham wants, no matter how much it hurts him)
but then a hand ghosts over his skin, a grip pulling him close and into a gentle, tender kiss, and all the anxiety unwinds itself as Kaveh all but melts into him, both arms moving to circle around the other's shoulders.
I want you close, Alhaitham says, and Kaveh's heart does something weird in his chest, causing an unbidden sound on his lips, half-sob and half-murmur. A breath to stabilize himself and: ]
Okay. [ A hand winds itself up into the scribe's hair from where it rests at the nape; the other drops from around his shoulder to rest at his waist. ] What if... what if we stay like this, and I use my hand? Does thatβ is that good?