[ Kalim tries very hard to follow along. Truly, the effort is valiant. But it's difficult to focus on the methodology when the demonstration involves Jamil touching him so gently. Casually. Softly. Guiding his hands, tangling with his fingers. Their rings and bracelets sound like a dozen tiny cymbals, all ringing together to sing a song that's uniquely them. And sincerely though Kalim tries, he absolutely cannot focus.
They've touched like this before. Once upon a time, it was practically an everyday occurrence; finding little ways to touch one another -- a demonstration that Kalim never retained, a correction that Jamil couldn't help making on the spot, some tight quarters they simply had to squeeze into -- and no matter the reason, it seemed to happen so often. It shouldn't. It throws Kalim off his center every single time, and at the moment, it's exactly the tipping point Jamil needs to dizzy Kalim up again.
Is Jamil hypnotizing him again? His throat is too dry to swallow past, his cheeks are flush, and he's staring at the vanity tabletop as if it might reveal some secret that he can't ferret out of this situation himself. ]
That's only if I do it their way? [ Kalim's not sure where the inspiration comes from; the words don't feel like they're his own. Maybe it's just instinct, wanting to keep Jamil's hands on him. ] What about your way? It doesn't look the same like this.
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[ Kalim tries very hard to follow along. Truly, the effort is valiant. But it's difficult to focus on the methodology when the demonstration involves Jamil touching him so gently. Casually. Softly. Guiding his hands, tangling with his fingers. Their rings and bracelets sound like a dozen tiny cymbals, all ringing together to sing a song that's uniquely them. And sincerely though Kalim tries, he absolutely cannot focus.
They've touched like this before. Once upon a time, it was practically an everyday occurrence; finding little ways to touch one another -- a demonstration that Kalim never retained, a correction that Jamil couldn't help making on the spot, some tight quarters they simply had to squeeze into -- and no matter the reason, it seemed to happen so often. It shouldn't. It throws Kalim off his center every single time, and at the moment, it's exactly the tipping point Jamil needs to dizzy Kalim up again.
Is Jamil hypnotizing him again? His throat is too dry to swallow past, his cheeks are flush, and he's staring at the vanity tabletop as if it might reveal some secret that he can't ferret out of this situation himself. ]
That's only if I do it their way? [ Kalim's not sure where the inspiration comes from; the words don't feel like they're his own. Maybe it's just instinct, wanting to keep Jamil's hands on him. ] What about your way? It doesn't look the same like this.