[ The catch of his tongue is met with a low sound of pleasure— later, when Kaveh inevitably thinks about this, daydreams about it, he'll realize that in this moment he's more vocal than he can recall being in any other he's experienced, a smile curving the corners of his lips as he allows himself to taste, a warm sigh echoing between their mouths. ]
Alhaitham—
[ It's a mumble, obscured by the press of mouths and tongue, but it's there nonetheless, a breath of undisguised delight; where the scribe wanted to take Kaveh's face in both hands, the blonde actually does it, although it's paired with a parting of their lips, his eyes hooded and his breath short as he peers at him. ]
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Alhaitham—
[ It's a mumble, obscured by the press of mouths and tongue, but it's there nonetheless, a breath of undisguised delight; where the scribe wanted to take Kaveh's face in both hands, the blonde actually does it, although it's paired with a parting of their lips, his eyes hooded and his breath short as he peers at him. ]
Can I kiss you again?