[ It feels like threads are weaving tightly between them, tangling and twisting until they're bound to snap. It builds and builds, curls into Kalim's soul just as surely as Jamil's fingers in his hair, and Kalim swears he's going to fall. Vertigo. Like standing on the edge of a fathomless cliff and knowing beyond any shadow of a doubt that he's just about to plummet.
Kalim's hands scramble to find the front of Jamil's shirt. His fingers slip beneath the sleeves, rings cool against the bare skin of Jamil's collarbone. And softly, faintly, there's an answering whimper on Kalim's lips, just as Jamil eases away. Why did he stop? Why is he--
Jamil looks terrified. That's the only thing Kalim can make out when his eyes flutter open again. Terrified, and maybe -- just a little bit -- like he wants to destroy Kalim, and he hasn't quite decided on the best way to do it. Kalim's smile is soft, and his gaze is impossibly warm. His hands drift up to cradle Jamil's jaw, thumbpads softly brushing his cheekbones, coaxing him to look up, look at Kalim, see him eye-to-eye. ]
It's all right. [ The words are a ghosting breath over Jamil's lips, warm and hushed. ] You can keep going.
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Kalim's hands scramble to find the front of Jamil's shirt. His fingers slip beneath the sleeves, rings cool against the bare skin of Jamil's collarbone. And softly, faintly, there's an answering whimper on Kalim's lips, just as Jamil eases away. Why did he stop? Why is he--
Jamil looks terrified. That's the only thing Kalim can make out when his eyes flutter open again. Terrified, and maybe -- just a little bit -- like he wants to destroy Kalim, and he hasn't quite decided on the best way to do it. Kalim's smile is soft, and his gaze is impossibly warm. His hands drift up to cradle Jamil's jaw, thumbpads softly brushing his cheekbones, coaxing him to look up, look at Kalim, see him eye-to-eye. ]
It's all right. [ The words are a ghosting breath over Jamil's lips, warm and hushed. ] You can keep going.