[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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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. ]