﴾ and there he is, the kalim that jamil knows better than anyone else in the whole world, his greedy mouth and grasping hands and the way he fits against jamil like his servant was built to be his own personal harbor. another duty jamil is honored and obliged to fulfill; if kalim is made to fit nowhere else, then there is a power and security in it that is absolutely intoxicating, such a rush that jamil can hardly help burning in kind as his fingers claw impatiently at kalim's shoulder. thrilled as he is, kalim deserves a little attitude for making him wait, for disrupting their well-practiced choreography with what, insecurity? guilt? all useless habits for a wealthy man to develop and jamil must continue to discourage them at all costs.
for this, he's always been pleased to do the opposite. even more so now, not because it feels like a reassurance that kalim will not change his mind, certainly not because the exposed truth has also made it so that kalim has to reconfirm jamil as his choice every time their eager lips meet — but because it is his own meager act of retribution, of course, pressing close and loosening his top and letting it fall down around his shoulders knowing full well that he's captured kalim's eye better than anyone else will ever be able to. ﴿
Kalim—
﴾ it's fine enough if kalim swallows up his protests and steals his breath away; jamil has work to do in the interim, winding against him and out of the silken fall of his clothes, pausing only once in his dutiful ritual to pass a careful touch over the full shape of kalim's cheek. it isn't quite the arid draft wafting in through the window that puts a shiver in his bare shoulders as he forces them apart once more, not turning away, but luring kalim deeper into the only path that makes any sense to him. ﴿
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for this, he's always been pleased to do the opposite. even more so now, not because it feels like a reassurance that kalim will not change his mind, certainly not because the exposed truth has also made it so that kalim has to reconfirm jamil as his choice every time their eager lips meet — but because it is his own meager act of retribution, of course, pressing close and loosening his top and letting it fall down around his shoulders knowing full well that he's captured kalim's eye better than anyone else will ever be able to. ﴿
Kalim—
﴾ it's fine enough if kalim swallows up his protests and steals his breath away; jamil has work to do in the interim, winding against him and out of the silken fall of his clothes, pausing only once in his dutiful ritual to pass a careful touch over the full shape of kalim's cheek. it isn't quite the arid draft wafting in through the window that puts a shiver in his bare shoulders as he forces them apart once more, not turning away, but luring kalim deeper into the only path that makes any sense to him. ﴿
Bed.