[ The sound Kaveh makes, when Alhaitham pulls him into a kiss, is something closer to a whimper than anything else; he truly wasn't expecting the other to be comfortable with it, and yet he does it without any hesitation, draws Kaveh to him and captivates him the way he always does (and Archons, how amazed he would be to learn of the power the other sees in him, because under Alhaitham's touch he feels weak, has always felt weak).
He chuckles into the other's lips as he's rolled, pressed under him with a hand thumbing at his hip, and Kaveh's blink in response to the words is slow, the blonde almost dazed with the question. ]
What I want?
[ His fingers brush at Alhaitham's silver hair, pushing it back from his face in the same way the other did his gold before. Truthfully, what he wants most he's just made temporarily impossible with his own fervor— so he laughs again, nudges his nose fondly against the other's before kissing him again, a tender catch of their lips. ]
I want you. I don't care how, Alhaitham— it's enough that it's you. So... whatever you're comfortable with.
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He chuckles into the other's lips as he's rolled, pressed under him with a hand thumbing at his hip, and Kaveh's blink in response to the words is slow, the blonde almost dazed with the question. ]
What I want?
[ His fingers brush at Alhaitham's silver hair, pushing it back from his face in the same way the other did his gold before. Truthfully, what he wants most he's just made temporarily impossible with his own fervor— so he laughs again, nudges his nose fondly against the other's before kissing him again, a tender catch of their lips. ]
I want you. I don't care how, Alhaitham— it's enough that it's you. So... whatever you're comfortable with.