[It would figure, that Kaveh's curiosity would perk up at something measurable to the extent of Alhaitham's feelings. He's not entirely sure if it's something that relevant if he were truly asked. So much of that time was exponentially more intense than the rest, when longing gnawed at his insides alongside Kaveh's own guilt. He shakes his head, a hint of a smile to his lips, before he leans into his ear, pressing a small kiss there.]
Each kiss is a year, [he whispers, before pressing another to the spot below his earlobe, then the hinge of his jaw, cheek, chin, and another cheek, before he slots onto his lips again. Each a slow, soft kiss as he holds on to Kaveh's hips, shifting his own so he aligns closer, pressing a bit harder still. At a certain point, the years are lost, and he's starting to count towards ahead instead.]
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Each kiss is a year, [he whispers, before pressing another to the spot below his earlobe, then the hinge of his jaw, cheek, chin, and another cheek, before he slots onto his lips again. Each a slow, soft kiss as he holds on to Kaveh's hips, shifting his own so he aligns closer, pressing a bit harder still. At a certain point, the years are lost, and he's starting to count towards ahead instead.]