[Perhaps the one thing that Alhaitham would refrain from ever admitting would be how surprised he is with how affectionate Kaveh is when kissing, searching for the little things on him as an excuse to press his lips to.
(and yet, and yet)
The Scribe shakes his head gently, eyes fond when they open just enough to look at the elation on his cheeks, on the softness of his eyes as he gasps for another laugh. There are no stars in Kaveh's eyes like literature claims there to be when one finds the truth about their feelings being reciprocated, and yet, here he is, still dazed when he finds them, the shade of red to his irises the most stunning he's seen them.
They did say that all artists tend to be in love.
It's enough for him to be distracted until the heel of Kaveh's palm is unmistakable, rubbing through already tight fabric and making his both his hips and his Adam's apple jolt with the sudden realization, his knee canting sideways to give the architect more room, his mouth opening but no sound coming out.
After a second, he leans in to capture Kaveh's ear between his lips, teasing the lobe between his teeth, the edges of his fingers slowly seeping down the waist of his pajamas.] We have time to spare.
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(and yet, and yet)
The Scribe shakes his head gently, eyes fond when they open just enough to look at the elation on his cheeks, on the softness of his eyes as he gasps for another laugh. There are no stars in Kaveh's eyes like literature claims there to be when one finds the truth about their feelings being reciprocated, and yet, here he is, still dazed when he finds them, the shade of red to his irises the most stunning he's seen them.
They did say that all artists tend to be in love.
It's enough for him to be distracted until the heel of Kaveh's palm is unmistakable, rubbing through already tight fabric and making his both his hips and his Adam's apple jolt with the sudden realization, his knee canting sideways to give the architect more room, his mouth opening but no sound coming out.
After a second, he leans in to capture Kaveh's ear between his lips, teasing the lobe between his teeth, the edges of his fingers slowly seeping down the waist of his pajamas.] We have time to spare.