[The soft observation sends a ribbon of warmth from where Kaworu's hand strokes his head, down his spine to his tightened stomach, where it tangles up in his restless anticipation. It's like an ache, Paul thinks, pulling back so that their faces are just barely still touching as he does, one that longs for alleviating pressure.]
That's true.
[He tilts their foreheads together, meeting Kaworu's eyes under his heavy eyelashes, and this is still a puzzle to approach, a new set of rules to explore in its solving.
So he experiments: he brushes his mouth over the corner of Kaworu's before he brings them flush together, this time running the pointed tip of his tongue along the seam of Kaworu's lips.]
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That's true.
[He tilts their foreheads together, meeting Kaworu's eyes under his heavy eyelashes, and this is still a puzzle to approach, a new set of rules to explore in its solving.
So he experiments: he brushes his mouth over the corner of Kaworu's before he brings them flush together, this time running the pointed tip of his tongue along the seam of Kaworu's lips.]