[ the blonde is slightly shorter than him but their difference in height isn't so great, which means kaveh's arms slide easily around his neck when he turns around to face him. alhaitham's not complaining; even though he can't quite explain it, the intense desire to touch the other, have him against him skin-to-skin, be in proximity is quite overwhelming, especially for someone who usually wanted the exact opposite from every other being on the face of teyvat.

kaveh had always had that magnetic attraction about him ever since they were students, constantly surrounded by admirers of his intellect, looks and his charm, the third quality of which most of the akademiya scholars grossly lacked. maybe that's why alhaitham has always been somewhat in the blonde's orbit; but now that he'd forced through that barrier, the pull felt almost inescapable.

raising an eyebrow, a large hand trails down kaveh's left side in response, coming to rest just above the jut of his hip. in an annoyingly smug, measured voice; ]

Oh, that's what you meant? You should've just said so.

[ and he's being a pain in the ass, but that's the other thing he's learning he likes: hearing the architect say he wants him, that he wants to spend time with him, that he wants to be touched by him. there's something about those kinds of phrases that leave kaveh's mouth that twist something deep inside him that had remained long dormant - something the intensity of which alhaitham knows it'll take time to get used to, but intoxicating all the same.

it's endearing the way those crimson eyes can't remain on him, and even though everything about the way alhaitham's carrying himself is still the image of the stoic, cool scribe, a soft kiss still finds its way to the crown of kaveh's head. ]

But, anyway - I suppose I could fit that in. [ a pause, as he looks blankly thoughtful. ] Your door should probably get fixed, too.