[ That's a reasonable read of the situation, and Kalim can only agree. They do touch all the time. Jamil is as dependably on-the-nose as ever. But-- ]
But not like this.
[ This is different, and they both know it. There's no way Jamil equates this to all the ways they've touched in the past. Not when he's gasping, not when his voice has taken on that plaintive edge. This couldn't be more different.
And Kalim has certainly never touched Jamil here, in this place. Careful fingertips spider along and wander down his sternum, blunt nails gently dragging over his stomach and hip. They almost push beneath the waistline of his pants, nearly dip down to touch him far more intimately, but that's another boundary Jamil's leave is needed to cross. So Kalim's hand slips away, and starts the cycle anew at Jamil's waist to trail upwards again. ]
Like this-- You sound nice like this. I never thought you could say my name like that.
[ Like that. It's got his stomach erupting in butterflies, and his heart in his throat. Along with... other things. New things that he doesn't entirely understand yet. But if he keeps focusing on Jamil's skin under his hand, he doesn't have to think about it. ]
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[ That's a reasonable read of the situation, and Kalim can only agree. They do touch all the time. Jamil is as dependably on-the-nose as ever. But-- ]
But not like this.
[ This is different, and they both know it. There's no way Jamil equates this to all the ways they've touched in the past. Not when he's gasping, not when his voice has taken on that plaintive edge. This couldn't be more different.
And Kalim has certainly never touched Jamil here, in this place. Careful fingertips spider along and wander down his sternum, blunt nails gently dragging over his stomach and hip. They almost push beneath the waistline of his pants, nearly dip down to touch him far more intimately, but that's another boundary Jamil's leave is needed to cross. So Kalim's hand slips away, and starts the cycle anew at Jamil's waist to trail upwards again. ]
Like this-- You sound nice like this. I never thought you could say my name like that.
[ Like that. It's got his stomach erupting in butterflies, and his heart in his throat. Along with... other things. New things that he doesn't entirely understand yet. But if he keeps focusing on Jamil's skin under his hand, he doesn't have to think about it. ]