[He takes his time answering. Busy nipping at his lower lip, lapping at the seam between that and his upper lip. Alhaitham skims his fingers over Kaveh's sides before pulling back and looking at him with a slight narrow to his eyes.
It's fondness, warmth. It's not the spray in the air.]
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It's fondness, warmth. It's not the spray in the air.]
Turn around for me?