Decent? That's offensive. [ His gentle touch is interrupted briefly by a pinch, fingers catching the skin of the other's muscled pectoral between them and squeezing, a hint of punishment for calling him average. ] You have a genius architect living here, and don't you forget it.
[ The complaint is quickly forgotten in the face of the other's gaze, though, and Kaveh finds himself looking back at Alhaitham with a fond smile on his lips. The hand in his hair drifts to brush at the side of his face, pushing back some stray silver strands and generally just enjoying the sensation of the other's pale skin under his fingers.
This is so much nicer than anything he dreamed about. Not that he could ever have imagined this, lying in bed enjoying laughs and smiles with someone who up until now has served mostly as a point of frustration. Teasing, but knowing it's taken the way it's meant and not read in some horribly wrong way. Knowing that Alhaitham wants him here, that he isn't just some thorn in the other's side.
Warmed, Kaveh laughs again when the scribe complains at his choice of words, and his mouth purses briefly against the finger at his bottom lip, a slight shake of his head as his expression turns only more adoring, a softness in his eyes as they search over the other's face. ]
Idiot. Don't go twisting my words when I'm trying to compliment you. Besidesβ [ and his eyes sparkle with mirth, a warning perhaps of brattiness to come ] βI'm not the one who called you only decent. Clearly, your offense is the worse of the two!
[ With that said, he reaches to tug Alhaitham's thumb from his mouth, using the hand buried in his hair to pull him closer and into a kiss, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips. ]
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[ The complaint is quickly forgotten in the face of the other's gaze, though, and Kaveh finds himself looking back at Alhaitham with a fond smile on his lips. The hand in his hair drifts to brush at the side of his face, pushing back some stray silver strands and generally just enjoying the sensation of the other's pale skin under his fingers.
This is so much nicer than anything he dreamed about. Not that he could ever have imagined this, lying in bed enjoying laughs and smiles with someone who up until now has served mostly as a point of frustration. Teasing, but knowing it's taken the way it's meant and not read in some horribly wrong way. Knowing that Alhaitham wants him here, that he isn't just some thorn in the other's side.
Warmed, Kaveh laughs again when the scribe complains at his choice of words, and his mouth purses briefly against the finger at his bottom lip, a slight shake of his head as his expression turns only more adoring, a softness in his eyes as they search over the other's face. ]
Idiot. Don't go twisting my words when I'm trying to compliment you. Besidesβ [ and his eyes sparkle with mirth, a warning perhaps of brattiness to come ] βI'm not the one who called you only decent. Clearly, your offense is the worse of the two!
[ With that said, he reaches to tug Alhaitham's thumb from his mouth, using the hand buried in his hair to pull him closer and into a kiss, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips. ]