[ He smiles. Perhaps, if he weren't so physically and mentally exhausted, he'd recognize the danger inherent in Alhaitham planning to take his timeβ but he is, so he doesn't. Instead, he shifts exactly as the other directs him to, watching as their shoes are removed before he starts to work on the scribe's clothes, each of them undressing the other in their own methodical, quiet ways.
He even folds Alhaitham's shirt and pants loosely before he puts them on the bedside table.
Only once they're both completely naked again does Kaveh stop to just look at him, quiet and appreciative in the way his eyes skim down Alhaitham's body. Whether because they were in a hurry or he was in denial, he's never taken the chance to just look, andβ well, he is an aesthete.
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He even folds Alhaitham's shirt and pants loosely before he puts them on the bedside table.
Only once they're both completely naked again does Kaveh stop to just look at him, quiet and appreciative in the way his eyes skim down Alhaitham's body. Whether because they were in a hurry or he was in denial, he's never taken the chance to just look, andβ well, he is an aesthete.
Crimson flicker back to emerald, and he smiles. ]
Have I told you before how attractive you are?