[As he hikes himself higher, the weight of him presses him closer, the friction delightful and erupting something sharp in Alhaitham's chest. Kissing Kaveh again, he uses the excuse to brace himself on the mattress to stroke his hair back and away from his face, his fingertips tracing on the shell of his ear and pinching an earlobe that is devoid of the customary earring that he wears. He's brushing everywhere he can with something close to mesmerized, from the sharpness of Kaveh's jaw to the slope of his Adam's apple on his throat. Like he probably would never be able to again, and has always wanted to.]
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