[ A slight smile flickers at Kaveh's lips when Alhaitham's lips purse against his thumb; the expression is replaced in the next second though by one of surprise, eyes widening in response to what the other saysโ and despite the fact that he knows it's biologically impossible, he would swear his heart skips a beat. That's possibly the nicest thing Alhaitham has ever said to him, to the point that Kaveh wonders for a moment if it's what the other originally meant to say, or if he's chosen something he knows will earn him the rewardโ for a moment, he wants to ask, but
it doesn't matter.
A few stuttered breaths fall off his lips as he stares, and then Kaveh's hand slides to Alhaitham's cheek, the blonde surging forward to press his mouth to the other man's. A soft whimper surfaces on his lips at the feeling, his other hand clutching fingers into the scribe's knee.
He's a little drunk, butโ gods, this is everything he's needed for so long now. ]
no subject
it doesn't matter.
A few stuttered breaths fall off his lips as he stares, and then Kaveh's hand slides to Alhaitham's cheek, the blonde surging forward to press his mouth to the other man's. A soft whimper surfaces on his lips at the feeling, his other hand clutching fingers into the scribe's knee.
He's a little drunk, butโ gods, this is everything he's needed for so long now. ]