[ Despite himself, despite everything, a scowl darkens Kaveh's pretty face. He meant what he said when he told Alhaitham he'd be happy with anything—! It wasn't an invitation for the other to push or probe at him, even if he does it with a tilt of his head into Kaveh's touch, a look on his face so perfectly content that any other time the blonde would melt for it.
He's still trying to work out what to say in his own defense when the other continues, asks for specifics, and the noise the architect makes is indignant, a flush heating his cheeks as he squeezes his eyes shut, caught somewhere between aroused, embarrassed, and frustrated. ]
Alhaitham, you're joking— [ He's not joking, Kaveh knows that. He's being difficult. Stubborn. Proving a point. The blonde whines. ] You know where I want you to touch—
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He's still trying to work out what to say in his own defense when the other continues, asks for specifics, and the noise the architect makes is indignant, a flush heating his cheeks as he squeezes his eyes shut, caught somewhere between aroused, embarrassed, and frustrated. ]
Alhaitham, you're joking— [ He's not joking, Kaveh knows that. He's being difficult. Stubborn. Proving a point. The blonde whines. ] You know where I want you to touch—