[ even with his face pressed sideways into the bedcover, kalim laughs. full and sweet and trailing out to a soft hum when their hips crash together. jamil's venom may as well be the sentiment returned. he comes with fangs and knives, and that's the surest sign kalim's stirred something within him. where's the wisdom in tempting a viper's strike? kalim's never been able to put his finger on it, but it's endlessly rewarding.

kalim takes jamil by the hand that's pinning his face, lifts it just enough that he can turn his head and drag his lips along the palm side of jamil's fingers. ]

Restless, or lonely? Empty! How could this happen on your watch?

[ Empty! as if it's jamil's responsibility to keep kalim's mouth occupied. a problem rectified in very short order, when kalim's lips part around jamil's fore and middle fingers, then sink them both deep into his mouth. his teeth trap them behind the second joint, tongue all searing velvet between them, hot as the scarlet eyes that refuse to leave jamil's face. ]

I can be very productive. [ it comes out muffled while he drags his teeth to jamil's fingertips. and then, when they're finally free: ] Do you have any suggestions?