[ The words are barely out of Kaveh's mouth before he's starting to regret them, before he starts to stutter out clarifications, trying to explain that he doesn't want to push, that he only wants whatever Alhaitham is comfortable with giving him— but as always he's silenced by the other's calm, even voice, an explanation that makes so much sense that Kaveh almost wonders how he didn't see it by himself.
Almost, because he's a little busy focusing on the scribe's explanation, on the flicker of something indecipherable on his face as his eyes trace Kaveh's body, and little molten pools of heat unfurl in the architect's chest and stomach both. ]
Oh. [ It's breathed out, and for a moment it's the only thing he remembers how to say or do, focused as he is not only on the implication of that hunger in Alhaitham's eyes, but also the sincerity of his words, the thoughtfulness of his actions. His arms lock a little tighter around the other's lower back, tugging him in closer, a soft kiss pressed against the corner of his mouth.
(And as words do start to come together in his mind again, there's space for a smart-ass quip about how he's pretty sure his satisfaction is Alhaitham's job, but they're put aside in favor of the gravity of the moment, of the flames burning him from the inside out with need and love and want alike.) ]
Now is good— [ he murmurs, coiling a leg around one of the scribe's, tangling them together in a way that lets him get closer still ] —now is perfect.
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Almost, because he's a little busy focusing on the scribe's explanation, on the flicker of something indecipherable on his face as his eyes trace Kaveh's body, and little molten pools of heat unfurl in the architect's chest and stomach both. ]
Oh. [ It's breathed out, and for a moment it's the only thing he remembers how to say or do, focused as he is not only on the implication of that hunger in Alhaitham's eyes, but also the sincerity of his words, the thoughtfulness of his actions. His arms lock a little tighter around the other's lower back, tugging him in closer, a soft kiss pressed against the corner of his mouth.
(And as words do start to come together in his mind again, there's space for a smart-ass quip about how he's pretty sure his satisfaction is Alhaitham's job, but they're put aside in favor of the gravity of the moment, of the flames burning him from the inside out with need and love and want alike.) ]
Now is good— [ he murmurs, coiling a leg around one of the scribe's, tangling them together in a way that lets him get closer still ] —now is perfect.