[ Duty, such as it is, is extremely overrated during situations like this.
Far away from duty -- physically as much as metaphorically, far away from Silk City, the dorms, and every role they've ever had to worry about fitting themselves into -- they can have moments like this. Moments when they're sprawled out and tangled up with one another. Moments when they can touch each other without fear of who might see and what they might do. Moments when Jamil doesn't have to pretend he's anything other than brilliant and superior, and Kalim doesn't have to pretend he has any agency over Jamil whatsoever.
That's always been a facade between them anyway. This, Kalim thinks while he melts under Jamil's touch, is how they were always meant to be.
They're so close like this. They have to be. It's simply a by-product of touching one another the way they are. Face-to-face and practically pressed flush, Kalim can fit himself into every negative space Jamil makes against him. So the words fall warm and breathy against Jamil's lips when Kalim speaks again, fingertips ghosting over one of Jamil's nipples: ]
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Far away from duty -- physically as much as metaphorically, far away from Silk City, the dorms, and every role they've ever had to worry about fitting themselves into -- they can have moments like this. Moments when they're sprawled out and tangled up with one another. Moments when they can touch each other without fear of who might see and what they might do. Moments when Jamil doesn't have to pretend he's anything other than brilliant and superior, and Kalim doesn't have to pretend he has any agency over Jamil whatsoever.
That's always been a facade between them anyway. This, Kalim thinks while he melts under Jamil's touch, is how they were always meant to be.
They're so close like this. They have to be. It's simply a by-product of touching one another the way they are. Face-to-face and practically pressed flush, Kalim can fit himself into every negative space Jamil makes against him. So the words fall warm and breathy against Jamil's lips when Kalim speaks again, fingertips ghosting over one of Jamil's nipples: ]
I like it when you touch me like this.