[It's messy and imperfect, this feverish contact, dissolving into the licking of flames as much as tongues, teeth clicking together like flint on metal. Paul kisses like he fights, but with none of the skill - only the same whole-hearted and absolute commitment.
When he finally pulls back for a breath his mouth feels nearly bruised, slick and hot. He slips his hand higher under Kaworu's shirt restlessly, slides it back down in decorum, so all he achieves turns out to be petting.]
I...
[Paul feels his heartbeat in the tips of his fingers, nestled in the base of his throat. He presses their foreheads together again, nose to nose, and lets out a long, shaking exhale, his eyes still closed.]
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When he finally pulls back for a breath his mouth feels nearly bruised, slick and hot. He slips his hand higher under Kaworu's shirt restlessly, slides it back down in decorum, so all he achieves turns out to be petting.]
I...
[Paul feels his heartbeat in the tips of his fingers, nestled in the base of his throat. He presses their foreheads together again, nose to nose, and lets out a long, shaking exhale, his eyes still closed.]
Thank you.