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He isn’t sure when this habit started, but there is one thing he is. Alhaitham loves to squish Kaveh’s beautiful little face.
The roommates are used to occupying each other’s space but this is something Kaveh most definitely does not know how to handle. No matter if it's first thing in the morning or when the scribe returns from work he always goes straight to Kaveh’s soft face and gives it a squeeze, making the architect's plush lips push out more.
The two have finally made their relationship official in the last three months, both getting more comfortable in their new dynamic. However, Kaveh does not understand why or when Alhaitham decided that squishing Kaveh’s face was a perfect way of greeting the older man.
“Why do you always insist on squishing my face?” Kaveh tries to communicate but his words come out jumbled due to the scribe’s grip on his cheeks bringing their faces closer together. Kaveh would be fine with it if he at least got a kiss but it never came.
Alhaitham makes a smug face before shrugging, “I’m not sure what you’re talking about?” he breathes out a huff of amusement. Still gripping the architect's wonderful face. Kaveh huffs and smacks Alhaitham’s hands until he releases him.
“You! You always grab my face whenever we see each other and I just don’t get it!” Kaveh crosses his arms and looks away from Alhaitham, making himself look like an aggravated anemo slime. Alhaitham simply chuckles and grabs Kaveh’s face yet again squishing his soft cheeks to force him to face the scribe.
Alhaitham grins at him, causing the architect to blush when he sees the dimples rise on the younger’s handsome face. Oh how he loves to see the younger man’s genuine smile light up his entire being. His brows furrowed as Alhaitham leans even closer into his space, lips brushing against his as they jut out from their normal position on his face.
With his voice deep and soft does the scribe finally answer. “Because you are just so insanely cute I truly cannot help myself.” Finally releasing Kaveh’s cheeks as he finally touches Kaveh’s lips to his. The kiss is soft and gentle as they both hum in satisfaction and admiration for each other.
“I just love you so much, you’re irresistible when you look like a pouting anemo slime.” Kaveh’s blush only deepens at the Haravatat’s scholars' words.
“I- I love you too.” Kaveh relents, sighing as he leans into Alhaitham’s embrace resting his head on the other’s broad shoulders. The scribe chuckles and kisses the top of the blond’s head pulling him to lay on top of him as he settles into the divan. There they spend the rest of their evening cuddling and trading kisses as they tell each other how they spent their days.
Truly releasing themselves into their deep love for each other. Alhaitham smiles proudly as Kaveh slowly falls asleep halfway through their conversation about what to have for dinner. He breathes in the other’s scent deeply glad he waited this long to be able to spend moments like this with the love of his life.