[Parting his lips to kiss Kaveh feels like bridging over a chasm, rather than opening it, and yet, it opens an abyss all the same. He now understands how proximity, the permission to touch, to kiss, to blend the air of his lungs into Kaveh's, doesn't sate anyone who has yearned for it, no matter how long. He now understands that hunger feeds into hunger, and that each kiss can only make him long for more.

And when Kaveh is laughing so sultrily against his lips, he can't do much else but dive deep into the abyss that is the need for him.

He understands now why the Sun King decided to do what he did.]

Can you review it for me? [He presses kisses along the side of his face, up to his temple. Down to the hing of his jaw.] It's only a structure of what I mean to work on, but I'd like to know what you think.