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[peripheries]

[There's a soft hiccup against Paul's lips and the flutter of wings as another butterfly appears. Still, Kaworu moves with Paul's efforts to steady him, sinking closer to him, trying to think.]

It was sensitive. But I think I liked it.

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[Speaking of things that tickle - Paul wrinkles his nose and catches his laugh behind firmly sealed lips, transmuting it into a low hum.]

Let's see.

[He seeks out the spot again, trailing a finger along the fresh, raised scar before dipping to the sensitive spot below and drawing a skimming circle, anchoring Kaworu by his belt loop.]

[peripheries]

[Kaworu's body stiffens when Paul's finger brushes the scar as if stealing himself. It's not an unpleasant sensation but there's something that makes him want to seem strong and upright when he knows that Paul is touching a symbol of weakness and being harmed.

Then when Paul's fingers brush the sensitive spot, he goes limp, squirming with a giggle and sigh. It makes him feel giddy even as his body sends odd sensations down his ribs. He can't pull away due to the finger twisted through his belt loop, so instead he collapses forward against Paul once more.]

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[Paul scatters soothing, semi-apologetic kisses along Kaworu's forehead and cheek, twisting to expand the territory he can cover. The catch of Kaworu's collapse is a more than welcome one, and if anything, Paul still somehow wants them to be closer. Everything Kaworu says about yearning has made more specific sense to him these days.]

That's a yes?

[He asks, huskier than he expects himself to be as he experiments with another swirling touch.]

Should I keep looking?

[peripheries]

[The press of their bodies is like the night of the party, his chest on Paul’s exploratory hands now gone still. And yet, he can now point out what is different in the way Paul’s hands move with purpose and more familiarity. A deep yearning instead of fumbling need.]

Yes. We’ve only just started.

[He whispers back, an upwards pitch in his voice noticeable at the swirling touch. He leans forward, shifting his hips as he does, to press his lips against Paul’s.]