[Paul has never heard anyone make a noise like that before. It snaps his focus to it in fascination, his eyes skimming the pulsing hollow of Kaworu's throat on their way to his gently descending mouth, disappearing from his sight to stop just short of touch.
He may be shy, or something almost like it, but he's also swift and sinuous. It's barely more than a flicker of thought to twist in reconfiguration, lifting them both in a half-turn that lets him catch Kaworu under his knees and tug him into a hold.]
Then we can go somewhere else.
[It's not inflected like a question, but there's still an echo of one in the faint tremor of how it's said.]
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He may be shy, or something almost like it, but he's also swift and sinuous. It's barely more than a flicker of thought to twist in reconfiguration, lifting them both in a half-turn that lets him catch Kaworu under his knees and tug him into a hold.]
Then we can go somewhere else.
[It's not inflected like a question, but there's still an echo of one in the faint tremor of how it's said.]