[ Kaveh feels rather than sees the way Alhaitham freezes, and for the barest of moments assumes that he's said the wrong thing— it would hardly be the first time, after all— but then arms wrap tightly around his middle, the other man's face pressing into his neck, and the blonde bites back a soft gasp. ]
Haitham—?
[ His fingers lift, running through the scribe's hair and over his neck, feeling the heat in his skin as well as he can see it, and a fond smile comes to his lips, answering the embrace with a press of his mouth against the top of Alhaitham's head.
The last time they were this close—
Mm, he doesn't want to think about it. ]
Of course. [ It's a murmur, his voice sweet with affection. ] Take as long as you need, okay? I'm here.
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Haitham—?
[ His fingers lift, running through the scribe's hair and over his neck, feeling the heat in his skin as well as he can see it, and a fond smile comes to his lips, answering the embrace with a press of his mouth against the top of Alhaitham's head.
The last time they were this close—
Mm, he doesn't want to think about it. ]
Of course. [ It's a murmur, his voice sweet with affection. ] Take as long as you need, okay? I'm here.