[At first, Kaworu feels like he did back in the catacombs when Sayo kicked him in the ribs. A sharp, unexpected pain in his chest. Did he misunderstand? Is Paul doing one of those things that humans do when they make up a nice excuse to hide their true feelings? Did he open up only to find a shut door?
Paul's hand on his waist is warm and unmoved, even as the hand on his neck twitches and presses moisture into his skin and fine hairs. It steadies Kaworu, pulling him back from his head and into the world again. He looks at Paul again, who looks shy and nervous, eyes wider than the plates in the kitchen; all of his usual boldness lost to a delicate, skinny boy in his lap.
This is power, Kaworu realizes. In this moment, he has power over Paul and there's something delightful about that. There's something fun about deciding how far he'll go, how much he'll give into temptation. A smile plays on his lips as he stares down at Paul, and he reaches down to brush some curly hair out of his face in a gesture both affectionate and teasing.]
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Paul's hand on his waist is warm and unmoved, even as the hand on his neck twitches and presses moisture into his skin and fine hairs. It steadies Kaworu, pulling him back from his head and into the world again. He looks at Paul again, who looks shy and nervous, eyes wider than the plates in the kitchen; all of his usual boldness lost to a delicate, skinny boy in his lap.
This is power, Kaworu realizes. In this moment, he has power over Paul and there's something delightful about that. There's something fun about deciding how far he'll go, how much he'll give into temptation. A smile plays on his lips as he stares down at Paul, and he reaches down to brush some curly hair out of his face in a gesture both affectionate and teasing.]
Oh? Are you shy?