[LOOK... LISTEN!!! Maybe Kaveh just wanted to believe that Alhaitham was having Feelings for once in his ding-dang life, no matter how unlikely it is. This is just one of many forms of his emotional irrationally that Alhaitham tends to find so perplexing; his stubborn belief in Alhaitham's emotions, in contrast to his constant (albeit only half-serious) accusations that he has none.
Alhaitham doesn't argue or correct him, and he's glad for it. He doesn't want to hear that he was incorrect. Not anymore, today, and certainly not right now. He would much rather do exactly this: feel Alhaitham's cool lips on his warm hand, meet that sharp gaze that's been blunted with affection, and bask in the words that as close to what he wants to hear as they will ever get.
And, honestly--he prefers it this way. It's not as if he'd complain about flowery declarations or romantic gestures, but... this? Hearing I have no plans to stop choosing you, and knowing that it's the complete and utter unwavering truth? Nothing can compare to that. It's the grounding counterpart to his flights of fancy--somewhere to land whenever his wings melt from the heat of the sun.
He tilts his head as Alhaitham dips forward--he knows his angles, after all, and this is one he immediately memorized. He keeps his lips parted, pliant, his free hand slipping down to stroke over Alhaitham's side and settle at his waist.]
What do you take me for? Of course I'll keep it. [It's grumbled, but insincere, and he follows it up with another slow, deep kiss to counter his own words.]
...Five minutes. Do as you will. [That's the most he can concede before he really, truly has to leave if they have any intention of spending the evening together. It's far more generous than he'd normally permit, all things considered.]
[ while they kiss, alhaitham runs his fingers up into the stream of kaveh's hair, tucking his fingertips just beneath the clips and braids. the other hand settles over kaveh's bicep, silently beseeching that kaveh keeps hold on his side. the warmth of it seeps easily past the thin fabric of his shirt, as it always does against alhaitham's colder skin. for a small while after they'd (finally) consummated their feelings, the sensation of kaveh's hands on him was unfamiliar almost to the point of discomfort, conflicting with the side of him that wanted them everywhere. needless to say, one feeling overwhelmed the other soon enough.
kaveh's voice tickles against his lips, and his kiss ripples through his body. five minutes. eyes closed, alhaitham breaks their kiss with a snide smile. he won't tell kaveh that he kept him here only to leave that mark on his neck. kaveh gave him five more minutes, and he's using them to the fullest. ]
I will then.
[ alhaitham kisses him again, and this time he presses his body flush to kaveh's. with enough gentle force, and with kaveh's permission, he'll ease him up against the edge of his desk. his tongue gently prods between their mouths, warm and slippery as it pushes against kaveh's.
he drops his hands and blindly slips them past the scarves around kaveh's hips. it might be clear where he's going with this—and if it seems uncannily forward of him, kaveh would be right about that. ]
[Fortunately for everyone, Kaveh will never know that Alhaitham is taking advantage of his generosity. He would have to kill Alhaitham if he found out, and that would be a terrible way to end the holiday.
This is a much better type of celebration, even if Kaveh isn't as prepared for it as he thinks he is. He finds a moment to put the box back down on the desk before Alhaitham presses him against it, but he's happy to splay his fingers over Alhaitham's side, as if he might manage to feel Alhaitham's skin through his shirt. He hasn't lost so much decorum that he tries to slip beneath it and touch bare skin and muscle directly, but it's something to put a pin in for later.
Alhaitham, on the other hand, clearly has no such reservations. Kaveh's almost, almost lost to their kiss, to the sweep of Alhaitham's tongue against his, to the way it's so much easier to let Alhaitham in like this than it is in any other aspect of their lives, even now--but he's not so unaware that he doesn't feel Alhaitham's nimble fingers slipping between them. This close, it's impossible not to notice, and Kaveh breaks their kiss with a gasp, wet mouth pressed to Alhaitham's face as his fingers curl.]
You-- [Ah, but he'd said he'd let Alhaitham do as he wanted, didn't he? Gods. Maybe Alhaitham's right and he is a sucker. He squirms, but he purses his lips, silencing whatever comment or complaint he might've made on his own. He'll be good and keep his promise.]
[ alhaitham's nerves skitter beneath kaveh's fingers as they fan over the curve of his waist. his body remembers every other time those hands have been on him, spreading over his chest, gripping his sides, scraping over his skin. kaveh gasps against his cheek, pressing a wet, cold ring onto his skin. anticipation builds like static under his ribs.
alhaitham reminds himself that this isn't about his own arousal, for once. this is meant to be a parting gift and a preview for the night to come, once their poetry is finished. he leans back, sees kaveh's pursed lips and wrinkled nose, and with a snide smile he eases a kiss against the tight line of his lips, as he's done countless times before. ]
Five minutes will be all I need.
[ even if it isn't, kaveh won't have the wherewithal to wrench away even when his time limit is up. knowing this, alhaitham unhurriedly picks apart the knots and clasps around kaveh's hips. as he sinks down onto one knee, he licks his lips clean and kisses kaveh's jaw, the side of his throat, the bare skin at the middle of his chest, down over his stomach and between his legs. the way his eyes fall closed with every kiss suggests quiet adoration, like he's savoring every taste.
he doesn't do this often—both having kaveh in his office and putting his mouth on his cock. it's more effort than alhaitham normally undertakes, and kaveh is eager enough to please that it hardly ever matters. when alhaitham does take it upon himself, it's either from an irresistible impulse or it's halfway undertaken by kaveh, when he straddles alhaitham's chest and guides his mouth with a grip on his hair.
this, though, is a gift meant only for kaveh—teasingly slow, maybe, but done with good intentions. when alhaitham is finally pressed onto his knee, he pushes the scarves and slips of clothing behind kaveh's hips and kisses his inner thigh. ]
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Alhaitham doesn't argue or correct him, and he's glad for it. He doesn't want to hear that he was incorrect. Not anymore, today, and certainly not right now. He would much rather do exactly this: feel Alhaitham's cool lips on his warm hand, meet that sharp gaze that's been blunted with affection, and bask in the words that as close to what he wants to hear as they will ever get.
And, honestly--he prefers it this way. It's not as if he'd complain about flowery declarations or romantic gestures, but... this? Hearing I have no plans to stop choosing you, and knowing that it's the complete and utter unwavering truth? Nothing can compare to that. It's the grounding counterpart to his flights of fancy--somewhere to land whenever his wings melt from the heat of the sun.
He tilts his head as Alhaitham dips forward--he knows his angles, after all, and this is one he immediately memorized. He keeps his lips parted, pliant, his free hand slipping down to stroke over Alhaitham's side and settle at his waist.]
What do you take me for? Of course I'll keep it. [It's grumbled, but insincere, and he follows it up with another slow, deep kiss to counter his own words.]
...Five minutes. Do as you will. [That's the most he can concede before he really, truly has to leave if they have any intention of spending the evening together. It's far more generous than he'd normally permit, all things considered.]
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kaveh's voice tickles against his lips, and his kiss ripples through his body. five minutes. eyes closed, alhaitham breaks their kiss with a snide smile. he won't tell kaveh that he kept him here only to leave that mark on his neck. kaveh gave him five more minutes, and he's using them to the fullest. ]
I will then.
[ alhaitham kisses him again, and this time he presses his body flush to kaveh's. with enough gentle force, and with kaveh's permission, he'll ease him up against the edge of his desk. his tongue gently prods between their mouths, warm and slippery as it pushes against kaveh's.
he drops his hands and blindly slips them past the scarves around kaveh's hips. it might be clear where he's going with this—and if it seems uncannily forward of him, kaveh would be right about that. ]
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This is a much better type of celebration, even if Kaveh isn't as prepared for it as he thinks he is. He finds a moment to put the box back down on the desk before Alhaitham presses him against it, but he's happy to splay his fingers over Alhaitham's side, as if he might manage to feel Alhaitham's skin through his shirt. He hasn't lost so much decorum that he tries to slip beneath it and touch bare skin and muscle directly, but it's something to put a pin in for later.
Alhaitham, on the other hand, clearly has no such reservations. Kaveh's almost, almost lost to their kiss, to the sweep of Alhaitham's tongue against his, to the way it's so much easier to let Alhaitham in like this than it is in any other aspect of their lives, even now--but he's not so unaware that he doesn't feel Alhaitham's nimble fingers slipping between them. This close, it's impossible not to notice, and Kaveh breaks their kiss with a gasp, wet mouth pressed to Alhaitham's face as his fingers curl.]
You-- [Ah, but he'd said he'd let Alhaitham do as he wanted, didn't he? Gods. Maybe Alhaitham's right and he is a sucker. He squirms, but he purses his lips, silencing whatever comment or complaint he might've made on his own. He'll be good and keep his promise.]
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alhaitham reminds himself that this isn't about his own arousal, for once. this is meant to be a parting gift and a preview for the night to come, once their poetry is finished. he leans back, sees kaveh's pursed lips and wrinkled nose, and with a snide smile he eases a kiss against the tight line of his lips, as he's done countless times before. ]
Five minutes will be all I need.
[ even if it isn't, kaveh won't have the wherewithal to wrench away even when his time limit is up. knowing this, alhaitham unhurriedly picks apart the knots and clasps around kaveh's hips. as he sinks down onto one knee, he licks his lips clean and kisses kaveh's jaw, the side of his throat, the bare skin at the middle of his chest, down over his stomach and between his legs. the way his eyes fall closed with every kiss suggests quiet adoration, like he's savoring every taste.
he doesn't do this often—both having kaveh in his office and putting his mouth on his cock. it's more effort than alhaitham normally undertakes, and kaveh is eager enough to please that it hardly ever matters. when alhaitham does take it upon himself, it's either from an irresistible impulse or it's halfway undertaken by kaveh, when he straddles alhaitham's chest and guides his mouth with a grip on his hair.
this, though, is a gift meant only for kaveh—teasingly slow, maybe, but done with good intentions. when alhaitham is finally pressed onto his knee, he pushes the scarves and slips of clothing behind kaveh's hips and kisses his inner thigh. ]