[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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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?