[He'll add that to the numerous things he'll have to think about later, the thrill of seeing Kaveh flustered and flushed, cheeks trying to meet the crimson of his eyes, which scrunch closed in well-known, familiar frustration.

Well, not so well-known. Not when there's something equally as carmine begging for attention near Alhaitham's hand.

Instead, though, he settles his weight on an arm, brushes his roommate's hair back so he can take a closer look, and peer deep into those unruly eyes of his.] Oh? Would I joke at a time like this? You said you wanted me; I want to make sure you get what you want. After all, there are a lot of things I could be doing. [Fingers clasp around the curve of Kaveh's neck, a steady grip, a heavy pet; fingers splaying as much surface as he can in his as he thumbs over his Adam's apple, and then to the grove between his collarbones. He skims the back of his knuckles along the wing of bone toward a shoulder, and then feels and kneads at the flesh of a pec.] Well?