[ I just confessed my feelings and you're asking for permission to do what I've wanted to do for over a decade?
That's the reply in Alhaitham's mind, but he doesn't verbalize it—in fact, he says nothing at all and decides to give his answer by scooting closer and reaching up to capture the sides of Kaveh's face with both hands; he then proceeds to gently angle his head slightly to the side so their noses won't collide as he leans closer and closer until their lips meet. His eyes slide closed as he makes a soft noise against the other's mouth, relishing in the feeling of those soft lips against his own and focusing his senses on nothing else but that sensation he's drowning himself in.
It's stiff and a little awkward, but that's Alhaitham's inexperience shining through rather than a sign that he isn't enjoying every second; it is, after all, his very first kiss and although he's read about kissing in many of the thousands of books he's read in his life it doesn't translate into real life experience. Kaveh tastes faintly of rosewater and cardamom and in that moment it feels like they were made to slot perfectly together, like two intertwined roots of the very tree they're sitting under. ]
[ The first thing on Kaveh's mind is bliss. The feel of Alhaitham's mouth on his— something he hasn't even allowed himself to dream about— the sweet taste of sugared glaze and almonds on his lips, the soft sound that slips unbidden from the other's tongue, the grounding sensation of those hands clasping his face on both sides. His own hands fall to rest on the other's thighs, anchoring them together as he cants his head into the kiss, answering that sweet sound with one of his own.
It's overwhelming enough that it takes him a moment for him to recognize it for what it is, to understand that the angle of Alhaitham's lips is ever so slightly awkward, that there's something just that little bit stiff that speaks to something not quite being right
—and Kaveh is a smart man, despite how he may sometimes act, and he remembers what his own first kiss felt like, all awkward placements and nervous energy—
He pulls away, crimson eyes wide and soft with emotions he can't quite place just yet. ]
That... Alhaitham, you've never kissed anyone before? [ And then, with devastating clarity: ] Were you— were you waiting for me?
[ It feels like their lips part far too soon, but all good things mut come to an end eventually—not to mention that he needs oxygen as he'd held his breath without thinking as he sunk into that sweet bliss of his first ever kiss, drawing deep breaths of air into his lungs. His hands are still cradling the sides of the blond's head, the pad of his thumb delicately stroking over his cheek before tucking a lock of golden hair away from his face.
At the question, he just gives the other a long look. ]
Didn't I just say that you're the only person I've ever wanted to be with? Try paying attention, Kaveh.
[ He never saw the point in intimate acts like kissing if it wasn't with Kaveh, didn't feel like he was missing out. It just seemed like a hassle he didn't want to bother with if he couldn't do those things with the one person that mattered the most. All these years, it's only been him. So yes, he has in fact been waiting. ]
[ How is it possible for this man to go from kissing him in one moment to irritating the Abyss out of him in the next? Kaveh stares for a second or two in silence, then shakes his head with a huff of breath, the emotion quashed all too quickly by irritation. ]
If you've got the ability to be an ass, then I clearly haven't kissed you properly enough.
[ There's a lot of things he should say. That Alhaitham is clearly more sentimental than he lets on. That he didn't need to wait. That he should have said something sooner rather than later. He's a hypocrite, he knows. And he should tell him, Kaveh thinks again, when he realized his own feelings.
But they've got time for that. And right now, today, they've got a lot of time to make up.
So he closes the space between them once more instead, and this time his fingers curl fists into the tight material of Alhaitham's clothing, pulling him close, his tongue skating over the scribe's lower lip. ]
You need practice, [ he mumbles by way of explanation, a soft laugh whispering between their mouths. ]
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That's the reply in Alhaitham's mind, but he doesn't verbalize it—in fact, he says nothing at all and decides to give his answer by scooting closer and reaching up to capture the sides of Kaveh's face with both hands; he then proceeds to gently angle his head slightly to the side so their noses won't collide as he leans closer and closer until their lips meet. His eyes slide closed as he makes a soft noise against the other's mouth, relishing in the feeling of those soft lips against his own and focusing his senses on nothing else but that sensation he's drowning himself in.
It's stiff and a little awkward, but that's Alhaitham's inexperience shining through rather than a sign that he isn't enjoying every second; it is, after all, his very first kiss and although he's read about kissing in many of the thousands of books he's read in his life it doesn't translate into real life experience. Kaveh tastes faintly of rosewater and cardamom and in that moment it feels like they were made to slot perfectly together, like two intertwined roots of the very tree they're sitting under. ]
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It's overwhelming enough that it takes him a moment for him to recognize it for what it is, to understand that the angle of Alhaitham's lips is ever so slightly awkward, that there's something just that little bit stiff that speaks to something not quite being right
—and Kaveh is a smart man, despite how he may sometimes act, and he remembers what his own first kiss felt like, all awkward placements and nervous energy—
He pulls away, crimson eyes wide and soft with emotions he can't quite place just yet. ]
That... Alhaitham, you've never kissed anyone before? [ And then, with devastating clarity: ] Were you— were you waiting for me?
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At the question, he just gives the other a long look. ]
Didn't I just say that you're the only person I've ever wanted to be with? Try paying attention, Kaveh.
[ He never saw the point in intimate acts like kissing if it wasn't with Kaveh, didn't feel like he was missing out. It just seemed like a hassle he didn't want to bother with if he couldn't do those things with the one person that mattered the most. All these years, it's only been him. So yes, he has in fact been waiting. ]
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If you've got the ability to be an ass, then I clearly haven't kissed you properly enough.
[ There's a lot of things he should say. That Alhaitham is clearly more sentimental than he lets on. That he didn't need to wait. That he should have said something sooner rather than later. He's a hypocrite, he knows. And he should tell him, Kaveh thinks again, when he realized his own feelings.
But they've got time for that. And right now, today, they've got a lot of time to make up.
So he closes the space between them once more instead, and this time his fingers curl fists into the tight material of Alhaitham's clothing, pulling him close, his tongue skating over the scribe's lower lip. ]
You need practice, [ he mumbles by way of explanation, a soft laugh whispering between their mouths. ]