[Paul doesn't know how to explain the alchemy of Kaworu's murmured words flowing after those gentle, salt-stained kisses, and this is one mystery he is content to leave as one to experience, not to unravel. It is so much more than the sum of its parts, the transmution of his vulnerability to safety, and he cannot risk disrupting any element of this precious acceptance.
So he takes it, as if he could drink it down like nectar-wine. The full flushed urgency of his kiss as he drags his hands down the notches of Kaworu's spine and back up again suggests he might try, that he might want to.
(If Gideon, or Teacher forbid, Augustine were to see this, he'd never hear the end of it. He doesn't care.)]
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So he takes it, as if he could drink it down like nectar-wine. The full flushed urgency of his kiss as he drags his hands down the notches of Kaworu's spine and back up again suggests he might try, that he might want to.
(If Gideon, or Teacher forbid, Augustine were to see this, he'd never hear the end of it. He doesn't care.)]