[It's not possible to distinguish between the melting warmth of their bodies, so Paul stops trying somewhere around the twist of Kaworu's sharp fingers in his hair wringing a dark caramel note out of his mouth and against Kaworu's. He's kept the briefest distance of restraint between their chests until then, when it suddenly is unbearable not to know what it's like to encircle Kaworu's waist more insistently, weaving his own fingers deeper into pale hair -
- so of course that's when the door thuds, and Paul startles, pulling away with a damp little noise of discontent to cast a withering and entirely wasted look at the closed door.]
Sensei. [He all but hisses it, exasperated, embarrassed, and exhilarated all at once.] You -
[But there's no point. Johnny is already (rolling?) gone. Paul groans, dropping his forehead against Kaworu's shoulder, still blisteringly conscious of the roiling storm wherever they're touching. He's shivering with it, or something else, a reed in spring winds.]
I'm sorry.
[He turns his head just enough to tuck his face under Kaworu's jaw, and perhaps Sensei Lawrence's attempt at motivation helped after all, because he finds himself pressing a soft, closed kiss to the graceful stem of his throat.]
You were right. [Another, as gentle as a falling petal.] It was special.
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- so of course that's when the door thuds, and Paul startles, pulling away with a damp little noise of discontent to cast a withering and entirely wasted look at the closed door.]
Sensei. [He all but hisses it, exasperated, embarrassed, and exhilarated all at once.] You -
[But there's no point. Johnny is already (rolling?) gone. Paul groans, dropping his forehead against Kaworu's shoulder, still blisteringly conscious of the roiling storm wherever they're touching. He's shivering with it, or something else, a reed in spring winds.]
I'm sorry.
[He turns his head just enough to tuck his face under Kaworu's jaw, and perhaps Sensei Lawrence's attempt at motivation helped after all, because he finds himself pressing a soft, closed kiss to the graceful stem of his throat.]
You were right. [Another, as gentle as a falling petal.] It was special.