[ It's almost poetic, the way Jamil talks about moments and what follows afterwards. Like he's weaving symmetry out of Kalim's disjointed and mismatched thoughts, like he's pulling them out of Kalim's head and making perfect sense of them. Maybe that shouldn't surprise Kalim. They've known each other all their lives, grown together. It stands to reason that Jamil should read his mind.
The kiss, however? That surprises Kalim.
Kissing is like dancing for them. It comes more and more naturally every time it happens, and now -- perhaps simply because it's in the wake of dancing -- it's flowing in a way it never has before. Kalim melts to it without question, all-in the moment Jamil's lips are upon him. Undemanding but hungry, pulling at Jamil's mouth with lips and teeth and tongue. It could be called devouring. And now that Jamil's started this, he'll have to be the one to end it too. ]
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The kiss, however? That surprises Kalim.
Kissing is like dancing for them. It comes more and more naturally every time it happens, and now -- perhaps simply because it's in the wake of dancing -- it's flowing in a way it never has before. Kalim melts to it without question, all-in the moment Jamil's lips are upon him. Undemanding but hungry, pulling at Jamil's mouth with lips and teeth and tongue. It could be called devouring. And now that Jamil's started this, he'll have to be the one to end it too. ]