I am answering seriously. [He takes hold of that hand on his chest, presses kisses to it, continuing to lose count of the years he'd been longing for him, that he's wished Kaveh to be in his arms like this. He leans in and brushes his lips against the corners of his eyes, worshipping each long eyelash as he goes along, and then reaches for the oil again, coating his fingers again and tracing the rim of his entrance again.]
I've been like this since you showed me the arcs of Razan. [He confesses as he slips two fingers slowly in.]
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I've been like this since you showed me the arcs of Razan. [He confesses as he slips two fingers slowly in.]