The sound Kaworu makes is a soft answer to Paul's hummed question as he feels warm fingers down his spine. Even without spice, he can feel every point of warm contact on his skin on skin, exhilarating and comforting all at once.

This feels nice. It feels easy. The warmth that flows from his core to the tips of every part of his body. He's satiated and yet wants more.

He pushes closer to Paul, twisting his fingers in those brown curls, unconcerned by the sweat clinging to the roots.