[It seems as though they're bound to surprise each other over and over like this, with small whimpers, sharp gasps, arched eyebrows and widened eyes. And it's all so new, the way he watches his thumb skim over hipbone, only to trace on the juncture where Kaveh's thigh meets torso, his fingers kneading tightly as he sighs into the architect's mouth.

And how unsurprising, and beautifully familiar, for Kaveh to not voice his wants and needs and nudge the spotlight to try and shine a light on Alhaitham's.

It's a good thing he's used to this, has perfected this into an art.] It seems we're at an impasse.

[He tilts his head into the touch of his hair, chasing after more of it.] I don't know what I want, or what I should be doing. So I guess you'll have to tell me. Where do you want me to touch you?