[ "Punctuation to a point," Alhaitham says, and Kaveh's halfway to a scoff when that look flickers across the other's face, when he's pulled flush against the other, chin caught and fingers pressing into his backside in a way that makes his breath hitch, and his fingers tremble and stutter over the other's chest for a moment or two as he steels himself toward a recovery.
It's unfair, he thinks, how easily the scribe can catch him off-guard.
But he was the one who brought them here, and he's not about to back down, even though the husky sound of his roommate's voice makes him want to give himself over without a second thought, when the flash behind the emerald of his eyes turns Kaveh's insides to jelly.
There's a small part of him tempted to tease Alhaitham further, to disagree with him simply to rile him up further, but he rejects itβ for one because this thing between them is still too new for him to feel comfortable testing it, and also because for once in his life he doesn't know what he would say to counter the other when he is indeed so emphatically correct.
Kaveh doesn't want anyone else.
His smile is slow, a teasing answer to the scribe's possessive grip, and he thumbs at the other's mouth before withdrawing his hand, inching close enough that his lips ghost over Alhaitham's when he finally answers him. His other hand resumes its halted pattern over that broad chest as the architect slides a leg between the other's knees. ]
For once, I think you'll find we're in perfect agreement. [ A pause, crimson eyes searching the darkened expression written over the other's sharp features, and whether he's taking pity on him or oversharing even Kaveh isn't entirely sure, but he continues: ] You know, when you kicked down the door, it was the first time all night I actually felt something.
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It's unfair, he thinks, how easily the scribe can catch him off-guard.
But he was the one who brought them here, and he's not about to back down, even though the husky sound of his roommate's voice makes him want to give himself over without a second thought, when the flash behind the emerald of his eyes turns Kaveh's insides to jelly.
There's a small part of him tempted to tease Alhaitham further, to disagree with him simply to rile him up further, but he rejects itβ for one because this thing between them is still too new for him to feel comfortable testing it, and also because for once in his life he doesn't know what he would say to counter the other when he is indeed so emphatically correct.
Kaveh doesn't want anyone else.
His smile is slow, a teasing answer to the scribe's possessive grip, and he thumbs at the other's mouth before withdrawing his hand, inching close enough that his lips ghost over Alhaitham's when he finally answers him. His other hand resumes its halted pattern over that broad chest as the architect slides a leg between the other's knees. ]
For once, I think you'll find we're in perfect agreement. [ A pause, crimson eyes searching the darkened expression written over the other's sharp features, and whether he's taking pity on him or oversharing even Kaveh isn't entirely sure, but he continues: ] You know, when you kicked down the door, it was the first time all night I actually felt something.