[ He rolls his eyes. Even like this, Alhaitham has to be impossible with him, has to taunt him with his own words even as their mouths are pressed together. But he's quickly distracted from his irritation, not only by the way the other tugs him closer, pressing kisses over his face as he lines himself up and asks him to set the pace for the both of them, but also— more— by the thoughtful, pensive look on the other's face. ]

I can— [ he breathes, and both of his hands find the sides of Alhaitham's face, pulling him firmly back so that their eyes can meet, his own alight with the warmth of his affection, ] —but I won't until you get out of your own head and stop thinking so much.

[ He pulls him back closer, presses a soft, sweet kiss to his lips. ]

I love you. I want to be with you. Not just for now, but for later too. It's that simple. Let it be simple, `haitham.

[ He's making a guess, but right now, there's really only one thing that could be interrupting Alhaitham that seriously. ]