[It is possessive, in a way. Greed simmers beneath his skin, so much so that he can't help but make a soft sound of complaint as Alhaitham pulls back, even though he's the one who demanded access to bare skin in the first place.
He's easily satisfied, though. As soon as Alhaitham sits back, Kaveh's hands are on him, skating over the curves and planes of Alhaitham's body. It's not as though Alhaitham's strength is hidden by his clothing, but it's a wholly different thing to see him like this, bathed in tinted moonlight like some long-lost deity.
God. He wants to draw him like this so badly. That need is almost, almost wins out--but luckily for Alhaitham, Kaveh's had a whole evening to wind himself up with thoughts of touching, of tasting, of Alhaitham's body wrapped so tightly around his that they might as well be two sides of the same person. Art can wait, tonight.
...Oh. They were talking about something. Right. He blinks quickly, then shakes his head, dragging his gaze back to Alhaitham's eyes.]
Cyno, of course. You didn't actually think he'd let that slide, did you?
[Does he even know that Cyno attacked Alhaitham on sight?? Probably not, actually, which is extremely funny. Even if they did tell him Kaveh would've just been like "well I'm sure you deserved it" because Alhaitham was obviously fine.]
[ PROBABLY NOT... HELP. He probably doesn't know about Alhaitham's Oscar-winning moment either.
Alhaitham can't miss the way Kaveh's hands and eyes trace over his shape, following every crease of skin and push of his muscle. Alhaitham's smile quirks up one cheek, satisfied. He doesn't keep himself fit for appearances, and he's quick to divert any conversation about his looks. Being looked at by an artist, though—by Kaveh, who looks almost dazed with want—is something he can preen in.
But If Kaveh excused himself to go get pen and paper, Alhaitham would have dragged him back to bed, pinned him in place, and erased any conscious thought outside the tangle of their bodies. He hopes to do something like that regardless, but it might've happened much sooner. ]
I didn't think the General Mahamatra was one for gossip.
[ As an aside, half-hearted as he lowers himself back down over Kaveh. He kisses beneath the edge of his jaw, lips closing where his pulse beats quick, and carefully pulls the pins from Kaveh's hair, gathering them between his fingers. ]
Your earrings.
[ Kaveh can take care of those. The pins are left somewhere on the flat of their bed to be collected later; hands freed, one of them grips at Kaveh's thigh while the other slides beneath the hem of Kaveh's shirt to pinch and push the bud of his nipple in circles. He kisses down the middle of Kaveh's bare chest and finally lowers his mouth over Kaveh's other nipple, licking and sucking softly through the fabric. ]
[IT'S TRUE... literally only the Traveler knows about that and Kaveh barely talks to them, hilarious.]
He's not. You just happen to inspire a truly astounding level of disdain in others. [What a romantic thing to say when in bed with your lover... Kaveh sounds amused, though, and he welcomes Alhaitham back towards him even as he says it. His nails skate lightly upwards, over Alhaitham's collarbone and around to the back of his neck, hard enough to be felt but too gentle to truly scratch.
It's a sure sign of his good mood that he lets Alhaitham ruin his hair without a word of complaint. With the pins out, his braids fall around his face, loose and untidy. A part of him, ever-conscious of his appearance, is tempted to make Alhaitham wait for him to go tie his hair back into a ponytail. He barely even has to try to imagine the wholly unimpressed look Alhaitham would give him, and it almost makes him want to laugh--but Alhaitham's mouth is hot and insistent, and the wordless promises pressed into his skin are enough to coax him into staying put.]
Mm.
[He probably should take his earrings out--it would be the smart thing to do. But Kaveh's not ready to stop touching Alhaitham yet. He ignores him in favor of shifting his hips, loosening the tight hold he's got on Alhaitham's waist to drag his knee gently along Alhaitham's side. His other hand moves to the glove he didn't get a chance to peel off, but he only has a chance to hook his fingers into the cuff before Alhaitham distracts him. He can't help gasping, can't stop himself from twisting and squirming under Alhaitham's attentions, self-consciousness dulled by the lingering effects of the wine. He's always been sensitive, and his body always loves Alhaitham's attention just as much as his heart does. But something about tonight has his nerves lighting up even more than usual with every brush of Alhaitham's thumb, and heat in his face with every flick of his tongue.]
[ Alhaitham grips Kaveh's ribcage with both hands, holding him steady as he sucks a brand on Kaveh's bare chest, just beneath the collar of his shirt. Kaveh's more vocal and expressive than usual, and arousal tightens in Alhaitham's gut, just beneath his navel. Kaveh is beautiful—his voice, his thoughts, his every move. Alhaitham bites down softly on his nipple, through the fabric of his shirt, just to feel him arch and hear him gasp.
They'll both get their chances to de-glove each other. He kisses Kaveh's throat and begins to peel off Kaveh's gloves as well, just careful enough not to tear them with his fingers. His usual level-headedness feels unsteady from the wine, like he's moving through water and Kaveh is the only one in view. Forget about the earrings. Why are they still wearing clothes? ]
Kaveh.
[ Alhaitham's kisses travel up the side of Kaveh's neck, where his forehead brushes into the unruly waves of Kaveh's hair. He closes his eyes, nosing into the scent of padisarahs, pastries, the sweet and milky soap they share. He murmurs against Kaveh's skin, breath hot: ]
Others can think whatever they'd like. [ Alhaitham pinches, lightly twists Kaveh's nipple. Not the answer Kaveh wants to hear, but it's the truth. It's better that people think that way. It's less trouble for him and more time to devote to more important things. ] You want me. That's all that matters.
[ Kaveh will also hate this, but Alhaitham is too tipsy to acquiesce to any complaints. His only thought is to sink his teeth into Kaveh's soft skin and suck a heavy bruise where it'll peek through his hair—where Kaveh's smitten students and eager clients might see proof that the beautiful, ingenious Light of Kshahrewar belongs to someone else. (As if that's not obvious enough.)
His hands skim beneath Kaveh's shirt, riding it up to his shoulders as traces every curve of Kaveh's chest. If Kaveh lets him, he'll slide it off and onto the floor with everything else. ]
[The champagne makes Kaveh generous. Alhaitham's touch draws soft little sounds from him, and Kaveh doesn't fight them, nor does he stop himself from pressing closer, chasing the little sparks of electricity from Alhaitham's lips and fingers. He jolts at the sharp press of teeth, rewarding Alhaitham's efforts with crescent moons etched into his bare shoulder. Even in this mood, there's a quiet voice in the back of Kaveh's head, an urge to give more than he gets--but he is, at least momentarily, distracted by Alhaitham's words. OF COURSE THAT'S HIS RESPONSE...]
Ever my misanthropic junior. [Alhaitham's not a misanthrope, really, but Kaveh heads off any pedantic rebuttals by pressing his lips to Alhaitham's ear, adopting that same, playfully sly tone from earlier.] I want you, huh--says who?
[It's a dangerous quip, but Kaveh's been toeing dangerous lines all night, poking and prodding just to land them exactly where they are. It doesn't matter that it's a blatant falsehood, easily contradicted by the way he can't keep his hands to himself. It doesn't matter that he can't fully suppress his smile, that the only reason it slips from his face is the way Alhaitham's mouth draws a low groan from deep in his throat. He doesn't want Alhaitham to believe his words. He just wants to get under Alhaitham's skin, to keep Alhaitham's attention fixated on him, forever hopelessly intertwined.
He knows from experience that leaving his shirt on wouldn't really hinder them, but he craves Alhaitham's touch on his skin too much, tonight, so he sits up enough to help toss it aside. He proves himself even more of a liar by refusing to fall back against the sheets afterward, instead cupping Alhaitham's face in his hands and dragging him into a deep, languid kiss. That urge to do more, to take Alhaitham apart, swells within him again, and he breaks away, resting his hands on Alhaitham's hips.]
[ Lies, over and over. Alhaitham can't help smiling as he sighs, spurred by the wet warmth against his ear. I do, he wants to say against the smirk on Kaveh's mouth before listing out all of the evidence. Kaveh was the one who led their quiet dance at the party until they were under the mistletoe. He was the one who brought it home, who pressed the line of his body to Alhaitham's, who locked his legs around him and dug his fingertips until his skin. There's more than enough evidence that Kaveh desires him, enough to convince every judge and jury in Teyvat—
And Alhaitham could say so, but Kaveh knows this. He just wants to tease. And just as intended, it makes Alhaitham that much hungrier to make him give in. Although...
That long, deep kiss makes him melt. His hands fit around Kaveh's waist as he breathes in, letting Kaveh guide him like a tide. He chases the kiss when it ends, eyes still closed and neck craning. He's tempted to crush their lips together again with abandon before Kaveh's holding his hips.
The order makes Alhaitham's skin feel electric. Alhaitham's eyes flash open in surprise before he searches his Senior's expression. Then Alhaitham's lip curls into a smirk, and his eyes turn sharp, half-lidded, daring. He settles one hand on Kaveh's waist, the other rolling one of Kaveh's nipples between his thumb and first finger. ]
And if I don't?
[ Much better than making Kaveh give in is only doing it after they fight for a while. So fight him. Do it. ]
[It's so dangerously easy to go along with what Alhaitham wants, sometimes. Kaveh is hardly bound to Alhaitham's whims, inside the bedroom or out of it, but that doesn't mean he never listens. Alhaitham, after all, makes him feel safe--in ways that transcend sweetness and desire. Alhaitham is safe the way the gods are safe: unmoved by the irrationalities of mortals. Kaveh could weep at his feet, could scream and lash out, could make the most selfish demands in the world, and still, Alhaitham would no sooner cast him aside than Lesser Lord Kusanali would abandon her people.
It's still difficult to convince himself of that, some days. Most, if Kaveh's really honest with himself, even if Alhaitham has proven his devotion time and time again. But Alhaitham's love asks for trust. It asks Kaveh to let himself become an unsightly mess, and to believe that Alhaitham would not want to look away.
Alhaitham makes him feel so safe, so loved, so wanted that it's frightening--and often, Kaveh lets himself get swept away, lulled by Alhaitham's steady confidence and tangible desire. It's tempting now, too. Alhaitham's hands already feel so good on his skin, his touch hot as a brand. He'd only made his request on a whim, after all--would it be so bad to let Alhaitham keep going? To let his fingers drift down, over his ribs, his stomach, his hips, lower--
But then Alhaitham's eyes flash, and oh, Kaveh knows that look. Alhaitham's words are utterly unsurprising, and Kaveh has to press his lips together to hide his smile. He clears his throat, then summons up an impatient sigh.]
You were complaining not ten minutes ago that I didn't pay enough attention to you at the party, and now that I'm ready to give it to you, you don't want it anymore? [He clucks his tongue as he sits up all the way, pushing his way into Alhaitham's lap.] One would think you'd shrivel up and die if you listened to me without question for once. What benefit would ignoring my request bring? Or is it a risk you're afraid of, hm?
[ Alhaitham doesn't resist as Kaveh climbs over him until he's straddling Alhaitham's hips. He just flattens a hand against the small of Kaveh's back while the other hand traces the underside of Kaveh's thigh. He can see the smile in Kaveh's eyes as it threatens to reach his lips, and satisfaction curls in Alhaitham's stomach like a flame.
Kaveh likens Alhaitham to an unshakable god whose love is unconditional, but right now Alhaitham watches Kaveh above him with the eyes of a devoted and mischievous subject, prodding his deity to either reveal his full potential or relinquish himself to Alhaitham's worship. ]
I'm not afraid of you, Senior.
[ Unless Kaveh resists him, Alhaitham grips Kaveh's leg and lunges him back against the bed, pinning him down with the weight of his body. His eyes are bright as he brushes the tip of his nose alongside Kaveh's. His lungs feel hot, wine still threading through his blood and stirring his thoughts. ]
Wanting your attention is not the same thing as needing to be touched. Perhaps I want you to look at me while I touch you instead.
[ He brushes his lips down before he bites hard on the side of Kaveh's neck, just where it starts to slope down to his shoulder. ]
[The problem with being a brat for fun is that it's so easy to lose the will to commit. For all that Kaveh had to be dragged, kicking and screaming, into admitting he wanted this--for all his high maintenance demands and his endless list of complaints about Alhaitham's attitude, Alhaitham can make him crumble with the barest touch and the shortest phrase. When they debate, Alhaitham manages to fire him up unlike anyone else--but here, it's a rare night that Alhaitham can't sharpen his affection into a weapon, perfectly aimed at every one of Kaveh's weaknesses.
He'd had some vague idea of taking his time, of stripping them both the rest of the way and teasing Alhaitham with his words and his hands until he got annoyed for real. But clearly he'd underestimated just how much he'd already riled Alhaitham up over the course of the evening. Alhaitham surges forward, knocks the breath out of him, and wrings a low moan from him with his teeth, scattering Kaveh's thoughts to the wind. He writhes, but Alhaiham's got him trapped--but rather than annoy Kaveh or spur him into fighting, Alhaitham's weight above him simply sets him ablaze.]
Haitham.
[To hell with it. He can have his way some other night. Right now, the only response he can give is Alhaitham's name, approval, encouragement, and an all-encompassing plea bundled up into a single word. He can't stay still, but it's not an attempt to escape--he simply needs to be as close to Alhaitham as possible, immediately. Wrapping his arms around Alhaitham, urging him closer, is so much better when they're skin to skin, and Kaveh's fingers flex like he's trying not to dig his nails into Alhaitham's shoulders.]
[ Kaveh's voice engulfs him like a tidal wave, warm and heavy and irresistible, swallowing him into its current. Alhaitham makes it known when Kaveh's voice grates him, how sometimes it's more like squawking than anything else, but in moments like these, the sound is completely disarming. Kaveh pours all of his sincere emotions into a single breath, saying his name like a prayer, dripping with need. It's the sound that a younger Alhaitham imagined in the quiet of his dorm at night, or before the two of them finally opened up their hearts that night in their kitchen. He would listen to nothing but his name from Kaveh's lips if it were possible.
Kaveh's fingertips press into his shoulder blades and Alhaitham wills them to sear into him, to part his flesh and draw his blood beneath his nails. He wants it to burn, because it will mean that Kaveh's lost in pleasure and forgone all restraint. Kaveh wraps around him, drags him down, and Kaveh will feel Alhaitham's heart hammering between their bare chests, unrelenting as always.
You don't know what you do to me, he wants to say. Instead, as he wraps his fingers around Kaveh's cock and swirls his thumb over its leaking head, he murmurs into the soft curl of Kaveh's ear: ]
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He's easily satisfied, though. As soon as Alhaitham sits back, Kaveh's hands are on him, skating over the curves and planes of Alhaitham's body. It's not as though Alhaitham's strength is hidden by his clothing, but it's a wholly different thing to see him like this, bathed in tinted moonlight like some long-lost deity.
God. He wants to draw him like this so badly. That need is almost, almost wins out--but luckily for Alhaitham, Kaveh's had a whole evening to wind himself up with thoughts of touching, of tasting, of Alhaitham's body wrapped so tightly around his that they might as well be two sides of the same person. Art can wait, tonight.
...Oh. They were talking about something. Right. He blinks quickly, then shakes his head, dragging his gaze back to Alhaitham's eyes.]
Cyno, of course. You didn't actually think he'd let that slide, did you?
[Does he even know that Cyno attacked Alhaitham on sight?? Probably not, actually, which is extremely funny. Even if they did tell him Kaveh would've just been like "well I'm sure you deserved it" because Alhaitham was obviously fine.]
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Alhaitham can't miss the way Kaveh's hands and eyes trace over his shape, following every crease of skin and push of his muscle. Alhaitham's smile quirks up one cheek, satisfied. He doesn't keep himself fit for appearances, and he's quick to divert any conversation about his looks. Being looked at by an artist, though—by Kaveh, who looks almost dazed with want—is something he can preen in.
But If Kaveh excused himself to go get pen and paper, Alhaitham would have dragged him back to bed, pinned him in place, and erased any conscious thought outside the tangle of their bodies. He hopes to do something like that regardless, but it might've happened much sooner. ]
I didn't think the General Mahamatra was one for gossip.
[ As an aside, half-hearted as he lowers himself back down over Kaveh. He kisses beneath the edge of his jaw, lips closing where his pulse beats quick, and carefully pulls the pins from Kaveh's hair, gathering them between his fingers. ]
Your earrings.
[ Kaveh can take care of those. The pins are left somewhere on the flat of their bed to be collected later; hands freed, one of them grips at Kaveh's thigh while the other slides beneath the hem of Kaveh's shirt to pinch and push the bud of his nipple in circles. He kisses down the middle of Kaveh's bare chest and finally lowers his mouth over Kaveh's other nipple, licking and sucking softly through the fabric. ]
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He's not. You just happen to inspire a truly astounding level of disdain in others. [What a romantic thing to say when in bed with your lover... Kaveh sounds amused, though, and he welcomes Alhaitham back towards him even as he says it. His nails skate lightly upwards, over Alhaitham's collarbone and around to the back of his neck, hard enough to be felt but too gentle to truly scratch.
It's a sure sign of his good mood that he lets Alhaitham ruin his hair without a word of complaint. With the pins out, his braids fall around his face, loose and untidy. A part of him, ever-conscious of his appearance, is tempted to make Alhaitham wait for him to go tie his hair back into a ponytail. He barely even has to try to imagine the wholly unimpressed look Alhaitham would give him, and it almost makes him want to laugh--but Alhaitham's mouth is hot and insistent, and the wordless promises pressed into his skin are enough to coax him into staying put.]
Mm.
[He probably should take his earrings out--it would be the smart thing to do. But Kaveh's not ready to stop touching Alhaitham yet. He ignores him in favor of shifting his hips, loosening the tight hold he's got on Alhaitham's waist to drag his knee gently along Alhaitham's side. His other hand moves to the glove he didn't get a chance to peel off, but he only has a chance to hook his fingers into the cuff before Alhaitham distracts him. He can't help gasping, can't stop himself from twisting and squirming under Alhaitham's attentions, self-consciousness dulled by the lingering effects of the wine. He's always been sensitive, and his body always loves Alhaitham's attention just as much as his heart does. But something about tonight has his nerves lighting up even more than usual with every brush of Alhaitham's thumb, and heat in his face with every flick of his tongue.]
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They'll both get their chances to de-glove each other. He kisses Kaveh's throat and begins to peel off Kaveh's gloves as well, just careful enough not to tear them with his fingers. His usual level-headedness feels unsteady from the wine, like he's moving through water and Kaveh is the only one in view. Forget about the earrings. Why are they still wearing clothes? ]
Kaveh.
[ Alhaitham's kisses travel up the side of Kaveh's neck, where his forehead brushes into the unruly waves of Kaveh's hair. He closes his eyes, nosing into the scent of padisarahs, pastries, the sweet and milky soap they share. He murmurs against Kaveh's skin, breath hot: ]
Others can think whatever they'd like. [ Alhaitham pinches, lightly twists Kaveh's nipple. Not the answer Kaveh wants to hear, but it's the truth. It's better that people think that way. It's less trouble for him and more time to devote to more important things. ] You want me. That's all that matters.
[ Kaveh will also hate this, but Alhaitham is too tipsy to acquiesce to any complaints. His only thought is to sink his teeth into Kaveh's soft skin and suck a heavy bruise where it'll peek through his hair—where Kaveh's smitten students and eager clients might see proof that the beautiful, ingenious Light of Kshahrewar belongs to someone else. (As if that's not obvious enough.)
His hands skim beneath Kaveh's shirt, riding it up to his shoulders as traces every curve of Kaveh's chest. If Kaveh lets him, he'll slide it off and onto the floor with everything else. ]
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Ever my misanthropic junior. [Alhaitham's not a misanthrope, really, but Kaveh heads off any pedantic rebuttals by pressing his lips to Alhaitham's ear, adopting that same, playfully sly tone from earlier.] I want you, huh--says who?
[It's a dangerous quip, but Kaveh's been toeing dangerous lines all night, poking and prodding just to land them exactly where they are. It doesn't matter that it's a blatant falsehood, easily contradicted by the way he can't keep his hands to himself. It doesn't matter that he can't fully suppress his smile, that the only reason it slips from his face is the way Alhaitham's mouth draws a low groan from deep in his throat. He doesn't want Alhaitham to believe his words. He just wants to get under Alhaitham's skin, to keep Alhaitham's attention fixated on him, forever hopelessly intertwined.
He knows from experience that leaving his shirt on wouldn't really hinder them, but he craves Alhaitham's touch on his skin too much, tonight, so he sits up enough to help toss it aside. He proves himself even more of a liar by refusing to fall back against the sheets afterward, instead cupping Alhaitham's face in his hands and dragging him into a deep, languid kiss. That urge to do more, to take Alhaitham apart, swells within him again, and he breaks away, resting his hands on Alhaitham's hips.]
Lay down.
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And Alhaitham could say so, but Kaveh knows this. He just wants to tease. And just as intended, it makes Alhaitham that much hungrier to make him give in. Although...
That long, deep kiss makes him melt. His hands fit around Kaveh's waist as he breathes in, letting Kaveh guide him like a tide. He chases the kiss when it ends, eyes still closed and neck craning. He's tempted to crush their lips together again with abandon before Kaveh's holding his hips.
The order makes Alhaitham's skin feel electric. Alhaitham's eyes flash open in surprise before he searches his Senior's expression. Then Alhaitham's lip curls into a smirk, and his eyes turn sharp, half-lidded, daring. He settles one hand on Kaveh's waist, the other rolling one of Kaveh's nipples between his thumb and first finger. ]
And if I don't?
[ Much better than making Kaveh give in is only doing it after they fight for a while. So fight him. Do it. ]
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It's still difficult to convince himself of that, some days. Most, if Kaveh's really honest with himself, even if Alhaitham has proven his devotion time and time again. But Alhaitham's love asks for trust. It asks Kaveh to let himself become an unsightly mess, and to believe that Alhaitham would not want to look away.
Alhaitham makes him feel so safe, so loved, so wanted that it's frightening--and often, Kaveh lets himself get swept away, lulled by Alhaitham's steady confidence and tangible desire. It's tempting now, too. Alhaitham's hands already feel so good on his skin, his touch hot as a brand. He'd only made his request on a whim, after all--would it be so bad to let Alhaitham keep going? To let his fingers drift down, over his ribs, his stomach, his hips, lower--
But then Alhaitham's eyes flash, and oh, Kaveh knows that look. Alhaitham's words are utterly unsurprising, and Kaveh has to press his lips together to hide his smile. He clears his throat, then summons up an impatient sigh.]
You were complaining not ten minutes ago that I didn't pay enough attention to you at the party, and now that I'm ready to give it to you, you don't want it anymore? [He clucks his tongue as he sits up all the way, pushing his way into Alhaitham's lap.] One would think you'd shrivel up and die if you listened to me without question for once. What benefit would ignoring my request bring? Or is it a risk you're afraid of, hm?
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Kaveh likens Alhaitham to an unshakable god whose love is unconditional, but right now Alhaitham watches Kaveh above him with the eyes of a devoted and mischievous subject, prodding his deity to either reveal his full potential or relinquish himself to Alhaitham's worship. ]
I'm not afraid of you, Senior.
[ Unless Kaveh resists him, Alhaitham grips Kaveh's leg and lunges him back against the bed, pinning him down with the weight of his body. His eyes are bright as he brushes the tip of his nose alongside Kaveh's. His lungs feel hot, wine still threading through his blood and stirring his thoughts. ]
Wanting your attention is not the same thing as needing to be touched. Perhaps I want you to look at me while I touch you instead.
[ He brushes his lips down before he bites hard on the side of Kaveh's neck, just where it starts to slope down to his shoulder. ]
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He'd had some vague idea of taking his time, of stripping them both the rest of the way and teasing Alhaitham with his words and his hands until he got annoyed for real. But clearly he'd underestimated just how much he'd already riled Alhaitham up over the course of the evening. Alhaitham surges forward, knocks the breath out of him, and wrings a low moan from him with his teeth, scattering Kaveh's thoughts to the wind. He writhes, but Alhaiham's got him trapped--but rather than annoy Kaveh or spur him into fighting, Alhaitham's weight above him simply sets him ablaze.]
Haitham.
[To hell with it. He can have his way some other night. Right now, the only response he can give is Alhaitham's name, approval, encouragement, and an all-encompassing plea bundled up into a single word. He can't stay still, but it's not an attempt to escape--he simply needs to be as close to Alhaitham as possible, immediately. Wrapping his arms around Alhaitham, urging him closer, is so much better when they're skin to skin, and Kaveh's fingers flex like he's trying not to dig his nails into Alhaitham's shoulders.]
Haitham, please.
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Kaveh's fingertips press into his shoulder blades and Alhaitham wills them to sear into him, to part his flesh and draw his blood beneath his nails. He wants it to burn, because it will mean that Kaveh's lost in pleasure and forgone all restraint. Kaveh wraps around him, drags him down, and Kaveh will feel Alhaitham's heart hammering between their bare chests, unrelenting as always.
You don't know what you do to me, he wants to say. Instead, as he wraps his fingers around Kaveh's cock and swirls his thumb over its leaking head, he murmurs into the soft curl of Kaveh's ear: ]
What do you need, Kaveh?