I assume it's because we a—h... [The hypocrisy shouldn't escape him, really. How they've been shocked at the lack of boundaries both Cyno and Tighnari (Tighnari, of all people!) to start drunkenly making out under Alhaitham's roof, being loud about it while they're at it, and how hiding themselves from the debauchery only started something that may influence the forever of their relationship. The Mahamatra and the Forest Ranger have been in a relationship for a long time; Kaveh and Alhaitham were still teetering on the balance of their own, without a side to push and pull out of both the avoidance and acceptance of their own past. Alhaitham lets out a sound that's more breath than voice when Kaveh's teeth seize the sensitive skin above his pulse, and when he finds his fingers tangled in gold he doesn't pull away, merely steadies him there.]
Kaveh… [He wonders at the weight of the air, at how heavy his eyelids feel, how restless he's becoming, that he holds no qualms with shifting his weight and legs around, tangling them again, hooking his foot to lock one of them close, rolling his body until he's pressed against the architect above him, his other hand feeling at each indent and slope of his spine.
He raises his head to lock his own bites on his roommate's shoulder, his tongue darting straight away to taste at his skin.]
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Kaveh… [He wonders at the weight of the air, at how heavy his eyelids feel, how restless he's becoming, that he holds no qualms with shifting his weight and legs around, tangling them again, hooking his foot to lock one of them close, rolling his body until he's pressed against the architect above him, his other hand feeling at each indent and slope of his spine.
He raises his head to lock his own bites on his roommate's shoulder, his tongue darting straight away to taste at his skin.]