[ Alhaitham's sigh ends up being an echo of Kaveh's, the blonde contentedly stretching out and allowing himself to sink into the softness of the bed in almost the same second that his back is laid out on it, a gratification that also shows in his smile as the scribe settles next to him, wrapping arms around him to pull him close.

Admittedly, the wordless greediness in the embrace has him wondering a little: how didn't he pick up on this sooner? But those are thoughts for later, not to dwell on now. Now is the time for rolling over within the circle of those arms, shifting himself so that he can look down at those closed eyes, at the sharp cut of that jaw,

the nearly-imperceptible warmth that only years of familiarity allows him to see.

Absent-mindedly, his fingers lift, tracing the hard lines of Alhaitham's lips. ]

Mm, I suppose at some point I'd like to put forth an inquiry into your habit of kicking doors open— [ even though this time it was far gentler and actually made sense given the blonde being carried in his arms ] —but I think for now that's everything.

[ Fingers are followed by his thumb, a slow skate of the digit over Alhaitham's lower lip, tracing the path of an upward lift that Kaveh can see even if isn't really there, and then his hand drops to cup the scribe's jaw as its place at the other's mouth is replaced with a soft but firm press of his own, lips slotting together in a kiss both sweet and insistent.

And Kaveh sighs in content, because he's wanted this for far too long. ]