[Are the stupid words that Kaworu manages to spit out as Paul takes his jaw in gentle fingers and tilts until their eyes meet. His face is so hot. He's pretty sure that Paul can probably feel it even if he can't see it. It's not hot enough to burn him... right?
Does Paul know what he's doing?
Does Kaworu himself know? He thought he did. But now it seems like things have gone a bit past what he could control. And he likes it and he fears it. The thrill and terror of not knowing what might happen next. When Paul pulls away, Kaworu reaches up and gently presses his fingers to where Paul's had just been on his face as if trying to remember the sensation.]
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[Are the stupid words that Kaworu manages to spit out as Paul takes his jaw in gentle fingers and tilts until their eyes meet. His face is so hot. He's pretty sure that Paul can probably feel it even if he can't see it. It's not hot enough to burn him... right?
Does Paul know what he's doing?
Does Kaworu himself know? He thought he did. But now it seems like things have gone a bit past what he could control. And he likes it and he fears it. The thrill and terror of not knowing what might happen next. When Paul pulls away, Kaworu reaches up and gently presses his fingers to where Paul's had just been on his face as if trying to remember the sensation.]
Oh, uh. Tequila.