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His wrists are bound, then. It’s tighter than it should be, but Kaveh’s body seems to like that, too. If anything, Kaveh looks more wrecked than he had moments ago.
“You look pretty,” murmurs Alhaitham, with zero qualms about it, it seems, as he drags his fingernails down Kaveh’s exposed forearms, elbows, to his shoulders. Kaveh’s nerves seem to overload, one by one, as he tries his damndest not to arch off the bed and into Alhaitham.
“Pretty,” Kaveh retorts, not the first time he’s heard some guy say that, but he’s rendered speechless when Alhaitham presses his lips to the corner of his mouth.
Kaveh has a sprained wrist, his roommate is insufferable, and said roommate knows how to take someone's mind off the pain. Or, they finally stop dancing around the subject and bang.