[ It's not really that artful of a dodge when it's completely obvious to Kaveh what Alhaitham is doing. But at least for now, he lets him have it, although there's still a quiet protest in thereβ "I know I was drunk, but I still have eyes"β as he lets the scribe tug him closer until their bodies are flush, and Kaveh's smirk becomes a proper smile in response to his words, to the curt tone of his voice and the incongruity of a grip that is both soft and firm.
And maybe he should point out that just because he's admitted to being in love with Alhaitham, it doesn't stop the scribe from annoying him more often than not, and nor will it stop him from complaining stridently about it... but he's a little too busy being enamored, to enjoying the way he feels both warm and cool, content and needy all at once. Besides, there was something latently suggestive in the other man's words, and that's simply not an opportunity he can let pass. ]
I can think of a few ways.
[ It's murmured in time with a broadening smile, a half-step to slide his left leg between Alhaitham's... only for him to stop as a wisp of aroma hits his nostrils from behind, the nice brown of the toasted bread quickly on its way to a less desirable shade. ]
Oh, for fuck's sake, [ Kaveh sighs as he extricates himself from Alhaitham's holdβ seriously, why is toast so infernally quick to burn?β turning back to the stove to quickly flip it over in the pan. Honestly, he's less irritated about the slight tinge of burnt around the toast's edges, and more about the fact that he had to step away from the scribe's embrace, and it shows in the way he huffs and pushes the bread around the pan. ] Food is stupid.
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And maybe he should point out that just because he's admitted to being in love with Alhaitham, it doesn't stop the scribe from annoying him more often than not, and nor will it stop him from complaining stridently about it... but he's a little too busy being enamored, to enjoying the way he feels both warm and cool, content and needy all at once. Besides, there was something latently suggestive in the other man's words, and that's simply not an opportunity he can let pass. ]
I can think of a few ways.
[ It's murmured in time with a broadening smile, a half-step to slide his left leg between Alhaitham's... only for him to stop as a wisp of aroma hits his nostrils from behind, the nice brown of the toasted bread quickly on its way to a less desirable shade. ]
Oh, for fuck's sake, [ Kaveh sighs as he extricates himself from Alhaitham's holdβ seriously, why is toast so infernally quick to burn?β turning back to the stove to quickly flip it over in the pan. Honestly, he's less irritated about the slight tinge of burnt around the toast's edges, and more about the fact that he had to step away from the scribe's embrace, and it shows in the way he huffs and pushes the bread around the pan. ] Food is stupid.