[ When Alhaitham stiffens, Kaveh is prepared for that to be the end of it, for the scribe to pull away from him and demand more answers. It doesn't help that the other's fingers drop from his chin, leaving oddly numb places where they were just seconds before. The kiss is partially broken almost as soon as it started, and there's just enough time for him to wonder if maybe this fuck-up is even worse than the one that left him with an expensive dry-cleaning bill and Alhaitham with a bruise on his jawโ
And then there's the sharp inhale, the firm grasp of his face in Alhaitham's hands as he rejoins the kiss, the sound that makes Kaveh's blood take a sharp turn south. He makes a surprised sound against the other's mouth, something that's half a startled gasp and half a pleased groan, because the scribe's kiss is so different from how he acts. There's a rough rawness to him that on its own works wonders to unwind Kaveh's first problem with Alhaitham, sending shudders of awareness down his spine in response to this new realization that the scribe is passionate.
This is all so very bad for his self-control.
With the initial worry quelled by the returned kiss, Kaveh puts his wild jumble of thoughts aside, letting himself just enjoy. Pressed into the wall as he is, he finds himself reaching out, arms moving to Alhaitham's waist to tug and pull the other man closer to himโ if that's even possible with their bodies already flush together like thisโ and he responds with a parting of his lips, a swipe of his tongue, allowing himself the luxury of taste
(not like the coffee Kaveh has imagined before but something faintly reminiscent of mint)
and a soft sigh against the scribe's mouth, fingers splaying across his back. ]
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And then there's the sharp inhale, the firm grasp of his face in Alhaitham's hands as he rejoins the kiss, the sound that makes Kaveh's blood take a sharp turn south. He makes a surprised sound against the other's mouth, something that's half a startled gasp and half a pleased groan, because the scribe's kiss is so different from how he acts. There's a rough rawness to him that on its own works wonders to unwind Kaveh's first problem with Alhaitham, sending shudders of awareness down his spine in response to this new realization that the scribe is passionate.
This is all so very bad for his self-control.
With the initial worry quelled by the returned kiss, Kaveh puts his wild jumble of thoughts aside, letting himself just enjoy. Pressed into the wall as he is, he finds himself reaching out, arms moving to Alhaitham's waist to tug and pull the other man closer to himโ if that's even possible with their bodies already flush together like thisโ and he responds with a parting of his lips, a swipe of his tongue, allowing himself the luxury of taste
(not like the coffee Kaveh has imagined before but something faintly reminiscent of mint)
and a soft sigh against the scribe's mouth, fingers splaying across his back. ]