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Something you really like about Kaveh is his artistic slender hands.
His hands, slender as whispers, wield the brush of an artist's soul. Fingers, long and graceful, danced across the canvas with an elegance that mirrors the strokes of a love letter written in the language of creation. How the pulse of creativity coursed through those large, tender hands, each touch leaving an indelible mark on the tapestry of art and architecture.
It was breathtaking to just stare at them.
What more to hold them?
While engrossed in individual work projects alongside Kaveh one day, weariness settled in as your attention drifted from your own tasks. Your attention wandered, captivated by Kaveh's hands. A mesmerizing sight as one hand delicately wielded a feather brush dipped in ink, rhythmic taps resonating, while the other hand gracefully shaped a corner of his blueprint.
It was like watching an elegant dance. Mesmerizing, majestic.
Then your gaze started to drift, thinking about how soft his hands might be, yet slightly calloused by his architecture duties. Before you knew it, you unconsciously reached your hand out to grasp his.
"Y/n, what are you up to?" Kaveh teased, a playful glint in his crimson eyes, momentarily shifting his focus from work to your intertwined hands.
You scoffed, feigning a look of hurt. “Does it have to be anything bad, my love?” You began to trace the lines on his palm, as if tracing the lines of a page.
“I suppose not,” Kaveh hummed, giving you a warm grin in response.
You played with his fingertips and explored the sides of his hands, committing each and every detail to memory. Gradually, you brought his hands to your lips, delivering a gentle kiss. A faint blush made its way onto your lover’s face as you continued.
“Y-Y/n, you're distracting me from my work,” Kaveh said with such a goofy smile on his face. His eyes even held a flustered glow as you gave him a sly smile.
“Then why don't you take a break, hm?” With a final, tantalizing kiss to his fingertips, you sensually traced your fingers along the velvety texture of his cheeks. Inch by inch, guided by your playful smirk, you drew your face nearer to his, your gaze lingering provocatively on the expanse of his bare chest.
Kaveh's blush bloomed across his face as his eyes looked at everything but you. His breath became heavy, very naughty thought popping into his head.
“Y/nn… Stop your magic and control yourself!” Kaveh whisper-yelled.
“Oh? Then look at me, love,” you positioned his face to face yours, and eventually Kaveh's shy eyes finally met yours. “Ahh, there are the eyes I love seeing the most.”
“Y/n!” Kaveh whined, fighting a childish grin with a frown. Though he failed miserably.
“Your hands, Kaveh, are sculpted from the heavens above. Take care of these beautiful hands of yours not only for the archons above, but for you and me.”
No bard could capture the majesty of Kaveh's celestial gaze, the blush that adorned his countenance, or the rhythmic dance of his heart upon hearing those words. His smile expanded grandly as he leaned forward, bestowing a kiss upon your forehead.
“Thank you, my beloved.”