[ It's Thursday, around dusk. The curtains are pulled in the living room of Alhaitham's penthouse, leaving a slant of orange sunlight over the couch. Alhaitham himself is spread over the cushions, propped up near the arm of the couch on a pile of couch pillows. A table lamp spills warm light onto the book in his hand, which he reads with unbroken concentration.
The penthouse is gently, soothingly dark whenever Kaveh arrives back from his trip. Though the food was made hours before, a faint smell of spiced, braised meat and butter surrounds the kitchen. Whenever the door clicks shut, Alhaitham will tip up his chin without looking away from his book. ]
[It's been a long, long day. A long few weeks, actually, if Kaveh's honest with himself. Kaveh loves his work--really, he does, and he's proven it through blood, sweat, and tears a thousand times over--but sometimes even the best projects are grueling and stressful, and even the best of the best have their limits.
And, well. How could he design homes for others if he didn't love his own so dearly? It's rough, being away for so long, especially after how much time and effort it took to start thinking of Alhaitham's apartment as his space, too.
It's been good work, but hard, and Kaveh feels like he's spent the past few days counting down the minutes until he could go home. The mere act of stepping inside is bliss, and the quiet darkness and familiar aromas are so comforting he could cry. He doesn't, though--just kicks off his shoes, abandons his luggage in the doorway, and makes a beeline straight for Alhaitham. He's well-versed in every angle that matters, so when he drops his weight down onto the sofa, and then Alhaitham, his head falls low enough that it doesn't knock into Alhaitham's book.]
Mmph.
[Eloquent...
He needs to shower--to wash off all the airport grime, if nothing else. But more than that, he just needs a moment to breathe in Alhaitham's familiar scent, to take comfort in the planes and curves of his body, always so accommodating to him even when their minds are at odds. He doesn't even have the strength to ramble about his work like he usually would; he just rests for a minute, savoring the knowledge that he's home.]
[ Alhaitham doesn't look up as Kaveh slogs through the front of the apartment. He does, however, hold out his book a little towards his side when Kaveh reaches the couch, leaving room for when Kaveh collapses over him and mmphs right into Alhaitham's sternum. (Yes, between his boobs.)
SO eloquent. Alhaitham gets a whiff of hotel shampoo and airline pretzels. Kaveh's body settles over him like an all-too-familiar blanket. Alhaitham cards his fingers through Kaveh's hair, though he leaves his pins in place. Grains of sand catch under his fingernails. ]
You'll leave sand on the couch if you don't shower.
[ Despite the debris and airport grime and pretzel smell, Alhaitham lets his arm hang over the couch and leans in to press his lips to the top of Kaveh's head. ]
[The noise Kaveh makes is pitiful--something between a whine and a groan, definitely petulant. It's partially muffled by the way he buries his face in Alhaitham's chest, tension already beginning to seep out of him from this contact alone. Ironic, given how often Alhaitham is the source of his stress, but hey, that's love.]
I'll vacuum it later. [Still mumbling, though it's not quite as muffled as he tilts his head towards Alhaitham's hand, savoring his touch.] I just need to rest for a minute.
[If it had been a shorter, less stressful trip, he'd complain about being old. But he's too glad to be home to bother with insincere grumbling. Instead, he tucks his hand against Alhaitham's chest and closes his eyes.]
...I missed you. [Even after all this time, there are days when Kaveh struggles with honest shows of emotion. Today, though, it comes fairly easily. He knows, by now, that his neediness isn't unwelcome after time apart--that for all of Alhaitham's smug little comments about enjoying the peace and quiet, he's just as happy to be reunited as Kaveh is.]
[ Kaveh will feel Alhaitham's heart stir under his hand, pulse leaping while he looks otherwise unaffected. Alhaitham isn't one for sentimentality and he values his independence, but Kaveh's absence leaves him hollow. He learned this the hard way a long time ago. Now, those three words burrow into him, finding their rightful home in his ribcage, filling the negative space.
Alhaitham's book is finally abandoned on the coffee table. The hand in Kaveh's hair smooths over his back, securing Kaveh in the coil of Alhaitham's arm. He brushes the golden strands from Kaveh's face where they lightly stick to his temple and cheek, and for a moment Alhaitham only observes him as he's wont to do. Kaveh looks exhausted, a familiar sight that's both worrisome and endearing, vulnerable in a way that he'll hopefully never get used to.
Yes, he loves Kaveh's neediness. It means that Alhaitham can take care of him and Kaveh will be less resistant to it. ]
I missed you. [ There's no hesitation in his voice. Alhaitham presses another long kiss on Kaveh's head and sets his hand over the one on his chest. He lets his mouth hover close, the edges of his lips curving in a small smile. ] It's jarring to finally see the bathroom counter when you leave.
[ Because it's usually full of Kaveh's beauty products and appliances. Alhaitham has definitely teased him about this before. ]
[He's so lucky Kaveh is exhausted... Kaveh grumbles, but he brushes his thumb over Alhaitham's cheek, and he squirms a little before hitching his leg up to rest more comfortably. He's allowed a little groping, since Kaveh really does have to go bathe sooner rather than later.]
And who says I have to miss everything equally? Perhaps I spent the whole trip away hoping you were finally studying how to be charming and well-behaved.
[ The sweep of Kaveh's thumb weakens him a little. He starts carefully pulling the pins from Kaveh's hair, gathering them in his palm. He also leisurely squeezes Kaveh's ass. ]
You hope for that regardless of whether or not you're away. I have better ways of using my time and more interesting subjects to study.
[ He sets the pins on the table and cards his fingers into Kaveh's hair, sliding from root to tip. ]
[Normally, he would make some halfhearted gripe about how his ass isn't a stress ball, but Alhaitham's fingers feel too nice in his hair for him to do much more than sigh.]
On that we are destined to forever disagree, dear junior.
[More interesting subjects... WRONG
He groans softly, then, and pushes himself up with notable reluctance. As a reward for expending such monumental effort, he cranes his neck just enough to press a short string of kisses to Alhaitham's jaw, then sits back all the way, pushing his loose bangs out of his face.]
Bath first, I think. I'm sick of hotel soap. [Someone forgot to pack his own...]
[ Alhaitham closes his eyes and tips his head to receive kisses, heart fluttering under the attention. Even after being thrown around in airports and packed into a plane, Kaveh is still a gorgeous sight when he sits up and pushes the hair from his face. Then again, Alhaitham is endeared to him even when Kaveh is at his most exhausted and unkempt, all flyaways and eyebags and endless coffee mugs mixed with cups of paintwater.
Alhaitham missed him so much. One of his hands circles around Kaveh's waist and holds him in place. His gaze is fond. ]
[Distracted with fatigue, it takes him a second to catch on--but when he does, he softens immediately, a smile blossoming over his face. He can't even be bothered to go through the stages of cute aggression when Alhaitham's expression is so warm; instead, his heart simply feels full to bursting. Alhaitham's never been shy about demanding or providing physical affection, but it never fails to make Kaveh's stomach twist in ways he'd once been terrified to acknowledge.
He leans down, trusting Alhaitham to hold him steady as he rests both hands on either side of Alhaitham's face and presses their lips together.]
Gods forbid his spoiled majesty is left wanting. [Teasing, punctuated with another kiss--this one slower, lazier.] It's been a long day, you know. I can't remember everything.
[ Kaveh your boyfriend just made dinner for you and he's about to help you wash up, WHO IS REALLY THE SPOILED ONE HERE. Alhaitham would have brought up the question himself if he hadn't just seen Kaveh's smile for the first time in days. Of course Alhaitham supports him as Kaveh leans down, even lifting his chin and softening his mouth before finally getting his kiss.
His days-old longing finally eases out of him. His lips only briefly quirk before Kaveh kisses him again, and Alhaitham easily falls back into a slow line of kisses. Kaveh had tried to sit up, but Alhaitham slides his hands over Kaveh's back and lowers his weight back down against his chest.
Maybe Alhaitham is spoiled, wordlessly demanding cuddles like this. Kaveh likes the attention and he knows it. ]
If the Genius of Kshahrewar can forget something as vital as this, [ Alhaitham murmurs after another kiss, his smiling lips brushing against Kaveh's cheek, ] that means I need to do some course correcting.
[LOOK... HIM BEING SPOILED DOESN'T NEGATE ALHAITHAM ALSO BEING SPOILED OKAY!! Both can be true, in Kaveh's opinion, though he would argue that he deserves to be pampered for putting up with Alhaitham picking on him every day.
He doesn't, of course, as Alhaitham is distracted, which, in turn, means Kaveh is too. It's so sorely tempting to let Alhaitham coax him down, to stay just like this and trade soft, slow kisses until he dozes off in Alhaitham's arms. But he's already set his mind to a bath, so, with a sigh, he shifts a hand over and presses two fingers lightly to Alhaitham's lips.]
Intelligence is ineffective against gate changes and overbookings. [Tragic... really, if anything, Alhaitham should be glad he didn't have to wait an extra day after a text from Kaveh saying he agreed to change his flight for someone else's benefit. It wouldn't be the first time.] You can correct whatever you want later. I want that bath.
[Getting up is still a huge effort, but now that Alhaitham's put it in his head, getting clean and changing into comfortable clothes sounds extremely appealing.]
[ Kaveh keeps making it so painfully easy for Alhaitham to kiss or bite or lick his fingers when he can't actually do it... Cruel... and on the day of his birth
Ultimately Alhaitham lets him go with a quiet sigh, hands sliding over Kaveh's back as he gets to his feet. It's a small slog for Alhaitham to peel himself from the couch too; not only is he chronically lazy, but he's been waiting for Kaveh for some time.
He sets his hand loosely around Kaveh's waist, holding him still as he brushes past. ]
Go get your things from the entryway. I'll start running the water.
[Maybe Alhaitham should've thought of that before he reminded Kaveh to get up!! It's too late now, though, he's determined to swathe himself in the textures and scents of home. He's also reluctant to pull away and get back to his feet, but he isn't going to feel like he's truly settled back at home until he rids himself of the remnants of traveling, so it's a necessary evil.]
Huh? Oh, you can go back to your book. I can get it.
You-- [will?? Kaveh almost says, before he catches on, and. Oh. Well. That's what he wants, is it? That makes a little more sense.] You're ridiculous.
[YOU COULD'VE JUST SAID YOU WANTED TO BATHE TOGETHER gosh.
Shaking his head, Kaveh goes to deposit his things in the bedroom; unpacking and laundry and all of that can come later. While he's in there, he takes off his jewelry and his accessories, and, after a little thought, strips down to his undershirt and underwear. Leaving the rest of his clothes with his other laundry, he digs through the drawers, picking out a set of comfortable pajamas for each of them--Alhaitham can complain as much as he wants, but Kaveh is not going to eat dinner naked. NO THANK YOU.
With their change of clothes tucked over his arm, he pads back out of the bedroom, making his way towards the sound of running water.]
[ You haven't seen your gorgeous boyfriend in SO LONG and when he's finally home he refuses to be naked all the time... CRUEL... AN ATTACK ON ALHAITHAM SPECIFICALLY :(
Whenever Kaveh arrives at the bathroom, he'll find Alhaitham already stripped down, testing the bathwater with his fingertips. (His clothes have also been kicked off to the side of the floor.) The bathtub itself is mostly full, and a pair of fresh towels sits on the lid of the toilet. When he finally sees Kaveh in the doorway—still wearing clothes, for whatever reason, though Alhaitham will take care of that soon—he pushes back up to his feet. ]
Check the temperature.
[ Alhaitham can be picky about it himself, but this is Kaveh's bath more than his. He reaches out to take the pajamas and set them on the toilet tank. ]
[Imagine if he came in here and grabbed Alhaitham's ass like Alhaitham does to him... he won't, because he is not Yuul, but it would be funny.
That doesn't mean he doesn't look, though; no matter how many years they spend together, Alhaitham is just as beautiful as he's always been, and Kaveh would be a failure of an artist if he didn't appreciate that. He does as he's told, though, bending down to ensure the water isn't too hot; that done, he reaches over for the bath salts and a bath bomb. GET GLITTER'D.]
The temperature is fine, but you forgot these. [Did he forget or did he know Kaveh likes to pick them out himself... a true mystery.]
[ HE COULD but Alhaitham's reaction wouldn't be as funny as Kaveh's... He would just do it back.
He's tempted to do it now even, while Kaveh's bending over. That impulse poofs away when Kaveh decides to glitterfy their bathtub AGAIN.
Alhaitham stands directly behind Kaveh and crosses his arms. Menacingly. ]
It's interesting that you would create more work for yourself right after you returned from a business trip. I won't be cleaning the tub on your behalf.
[IT'S TOO LATE, MR. MENACING!!! Alhaitham can either change his mind and put his clothes back on, or he can resign himself to his fate of being a sparkly pretty princess.
Kaveh sniffs, dismissive, not even bothering to look over his shoulder.]
I can feel you looming back there, you know. And what does that matter? You never do that anyway! Half the time I have to nag you to put your own things away.
[ Kaveh is lucky Alhaitham loves his sweet ass and was looking forward to bathing together.... He'll be a sparkly princess but only tonight. He graciously doesn't bring up the fact that the glitter will get on the floor eventually too. ]
Again, you create more problems for yourself than need be. You didn't have to use that particular bath bomb. That was your choice.
[ But he lets it go after that. He unfolds his arms and walks up behind Kaveh, short of meeting his chest to Kaveh's back. If Kaveh lets him, he gathers the hem of Kaveh's undershirt to peel it up and off of his shoulders. ]
[LOOK Kaveh has to do his laundry anyway, okay, he can just wash the glitter off the bedsheets while he's at it. IT'S FINE.]
A little glitter is hardly going to make a difference in a chore I'll have to do anyway. And I expect a heartfelt thank you when you realize your skin is nice and soft later.
[But he's happy with these additions, the water warm, foamy, and gently scented--a little too mild for Kaveh's preferences, but he is nothing if not the king of unprompted compromise. He dusts his hands off and straightens up, and he's satisfied enough to let Alhaitham undress him the rest of the way. He lifts his arms, helping Alhaitham with his shirt and muttering to himself as he does.]
I'm going to have to wash these a hundred times to get all the sand out of them... maybe I should just take them to get cleaned...
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The penthouse is gently, soothingly dark whenever Kaveh arrives back from his trip. Though the food was made hours before, a faint smell of spiced, braised meat and butter surrounds the kitchen. Whenever the door clicks shut, Alhaitham will tip up his chin without looking away from his book. ]
Welcome back.
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And, well. How could he design homes for others if he didn't love his own so dearly? It's rough, being away for so long, especially after how much time and effort it took to start thinking of Alhaitham's apartment as his space, too.
It's been good work, but hard, and Kaveh feels like he's spent the past few days counting down the minutes until he could go home. The mere act of stepping inside is bliss, and the quiet darkness and familiar aromas are so comforting he could cry. He doesn't, though--just kicks off his shoes, abandons his luggage in the doorway, and makes a beeline straight for Alhaitham. He's well-versed in every angle that matters, so when he drops his weight down onto the sofa, and then Alhaitham, his head falls low enough that it doesn't knock into Alhaitham's book.]
Mmph.
[Eloquent...
He needs to shower--to wash off all the airport grime, if nothing else. But more than that, he just needs a moment to breathe in Alhaitham's familiar scent, to take comfort in the planes and curves of his body, always so accommodating to him even when their minds are at odds. He doesn't even have the strength to ramble about his work like he usually would; he just rests for a minute, savoring the knowledge that he's home.]
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SO eloquent. Alhaitham gets a whiff of hotel shampoo and airline pretzels. Kaveh's body settles over him like an all-too-familiar blanket. Alhaitham cards his fingers through Kaveh's hair, though he leaves his pins in place. Grains of sand catch under his fingernails. ]
You'll leave sand on the couch if you don't shower.
[ Despite the debris and airport grime and pretzel smell, Alhaitham lets his arm hang over the couch and leans in to press his lips to the top of Kaveh's head. ]
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I'll vacuum it later. [Still mumbling, though it's not quite as muffled as he tilts his head towards Alhaitham's hand, savoring his touch.] I just need to rest for a minute.
[If it had been a shorter, less stressful trip, he'd complain about being old. But he's too glad to be home to bother with insincere grumbling. Instead, he tucks his hand against Alhaitham's chest and closes his eyes.]
...I missed you. [Even after all this time, there are days when Kaveh struggles with honest shows of emotion. Today, though, it comes fairly easily. He knows, by now, that his neediness isn't unwelcome after time apart--that for all of Alhaitham's smug little comments about enjoying the peace and quiet, he's just as happy to be reunited as Kaveh is.]
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Alhaitham's book is finally abandoned on the coffee table. The hand in Kaveh's hair smooths over his back, securing Kaveh in the coil of Alhaitham's arm. He brushes the golden strands from Kaveh's face where they lightly stick to his temple and cheek, and for a moment Alhaitham only observes him as he's wont to do. Kaveh looks exhausted, a familiar sight that's both worrisome and endearing, vulnerable in a way that he'll hopefully never get used to.
Yes, he loves Kaveh's neediness. It means that Alhaitham can take care of him and Kaveh will be less resistant to it. ]
I missed you. [ There's no hesitation in his voice. Alhaitham presses another long kiss on Kaveh's head and sets his hand over the one on his chest. He lets his mouth hover close, the edges of his lips curving in a small smile. ] It's jarring to finally see the bathroom counter when you leave.
[ Because it's usually full of Kaveh's beauty products and appliances. Alhaitham has definitely teased him about this before. ]
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Must you ruin every romantic moment? You were so close this time.
[ALL HE HAD TO DO WAS STOP TALKING AFTER THE FIRST SENTENCE]
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Alhaitham is THIS CLOSE to licking Kaveh's hand but it's got airport germs. Instead he takes it and presses Kaveh's palm to his cheek. ]
You're clearly exaggerating, but wouldn't it stand to reason that you missed that aspect of my personality as well?
[ Anyway. Slides his hand over Kaveh's butt, because Alhaitham missed that too. ]
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And who says I have to miss everything equally? Perhaps I spent the whole trip away hoping you were finally studying how to be charming and well-behaved.
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You hope for that regardless of whether or not you're away. I have better ways of using my time and more interesting subjects to study.
[ He sets the pins on the table and cards his fingers into Kaveh's hair, sliding from root to tip. ]
You can either take a bath or have dinner first.
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On that we are destined to forever disagree, dear junior.
[More interesting subjects... WRONG
He groans softly, then, and pushes himself up with notable reluctance. As a reward for expending such monumental effort, he cranes his neck just enough to press a short string of kisses to Alhaitham's jaw, then sits back all the way, pushing his loose bangs out of his face.]
Bath first, I think. I'm sick of hotel soap. [Someone forgot to pack his own...]
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Alhaitham missed him so much. One of his hands circles around Kaveh's waist and holds him in place. His gaze is fond. ]
You're forgetting something.
[ No bath yet. Give kiss. :/ ]
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[Distracted with fatigue, it takes him a second to catch on--but when he does, he softens immediately, a smile blossoming over his face. He can't even be bothered to go through the stages of cute aggression when Alhaitham's expression is so warm; instead, his heart simply feels full to bursting. Alhaitham's never been shy about demanding or providing physical affection, but it never fails to make Kaveh's stomach twist in ways he'd once been terrified to acknowledge.
He leans down, trusting Alhaitham to hold him steady as he rests both hands on either side of Alhaitham's face and presses their lips together.]
Gods forbid his spoiled majesty is left wanting. [Teasing, punctuated with another kiss--this one slower, lazier.] It's been a long day, you know. I can't remember everything.
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His days-old longing finally eases out of him. His lips only briefly quirk before Kaveh kisses him again, and Alhaitham easily falls back into a slow line of kisses. Kaveh had tried to sit up, but Alhaitham slides his hands over Kaveh's back and lowers his weight back down against his chest.
Maybe Alhaitham is spoiled, wordlessly demanding cuddles like this. Kaveh likes the attention and he knows it. ]
If the Genius of Kshahrewar can forget something as vital as this, [ Alhaitham murmurs after another kiss, his smiling lips brushing against Kaveh's cheek, ] that means I need to do some course correcting.
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He doesn't, of course, as Alhaitham is distracted, which, in turn, means Kaveh is too. It's so sorely tempting to let Alhaitham coax him down, to stay just like this and trade soft, slow kisses until he dozes off in Alhaitham's arms. But he's already set his mind to a bath, so, with a sigh, he shifts a hand over and presses two fingers lightly to Alhaitham's lips.]
Intelligence is ineffective against gate changes and overbookings. [Tragic... really, if anything, Alhaitham should be glad he didn't have to wait an extra day after a text from Kaveh saying he agreed to change his flight for someone else's benefit. It wouldn't be the first time.] You can correct whatever you want later. I want that bath.
[Getting up is still a huge effort, but now that Alhaitham's put it in his head, getting clean and changing into comfortable clothes sounds extremely appealing.]
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Ultimately Alhaitham lets him go with a quiet sigh, hands sliding over Kaveh's back as he gets to his feet. It's a small slog for Alhaitham to peel himself from the couch too; not only is he chronically lazy, but he's been waiting for Kaveh for some time.
He sets his hand loosely around Kaveh's waist, holding him still as he brushes past. ]
Go get your things from the entryway. I'll start running the water.
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Huh? Oh, you can go back to your book. I can get it.
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You're clearly exhausted, and this takes hardly any effort on my part. I'll be taking a bath as well, after all.
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[YOU COULD'VE JUST SAID YOU WANTED TO BATHE TOGETHER gosh.
Shaking his head, Kaveh goes to deposit his things in the bedroom; unpacking and laundry and all of that can come later. While he's in there, he takes off his jewelry and his accessories, and, after a little thought, strips down to his undershirt and underwear. Leaving the rest of his clothes with his other laundry, he digs through the drawers, picking out a set of comfortable pajamas for each of them--Alhaitham can complain as much as he wants, but Kaveh is not going to eat dinner naked. NO THANK YOU.
With their change of clothes tucked over his arm, he pads back out of the bedroom, making his way towards the sound of running water.]
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Whenever Kaveh arrives at the bathroom, he'll find Alhaitham already stripped down, testing the bathwater with his fingertips. (His clothes have also been kicked off to the side of the floor.) The bathtub itself is mostly full, and a pair of fresh towels sits on the lid of the toilet. When he finally sees Kaveh in the doorway—still wearing clothes, for whatever reason, though Alhaitham will take care of that soon—he pushes back up to his feet. ]
Check the temperature.
[ Alhaitham can be picky about it himself, but this is Kaveh's bath more than his. He reaches out to take the pajamas and set them on the toilet tank. ]
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That doesn't mean he doesn't look, though; no matter how many years they spend together, Alhaitham is just as beautiful as he's always been, and Kaveh would be a failure of an artist if he didn't appreciate that. He does as he's told, though, bending down to ensure the water isn't too hot; that done, he reaches over for the bath salts and a bath bomb. GET GLITTER'D.]
The temperature is fine, but you forgot these. [Did he forget or did he know Kaveh likes to pick them out himself... a true mystery.]
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He's tempted to do it now even, while Kaveh's bending over. That impulse poofs away when Kaveh decides to glitterfy their bathtub AGAIN.
Alhaitham stands directly behind Kaveh and crosses his arms. Menacingly. ]
It's interesting that you would create more work for yourself right after you returned from a business trip. I won't be cleaning the tub on your behalf.
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Kaveh sniffs, dismissive, not even bothering to look over his shoulder.]
I can feel you looming back there, you know. And what does that matter? You never do that anyway! Half the time I have to nag you to put your own things away.
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Again, you create more problems for yourself than need be. You didn't have to use that particular bath bomb. That was your choice.
[ But he lets it go after that. He unfolds his arms and walks up behind Kaveh, short of meeting his chest to Kaveh's back. If Kaveh lets him, he gathers the hem of Kaveh's undershirt to peel it up and off of his shoulders. ]
What's done is done.
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A little glitter is hardly going to make a difference in a chore I'll have to do anyway. And I expect a heartfelt thank you when you realize your skin is nice and soft later.
[But he's happy with these additions, the water warm, foamy, and gently scented--a little too mild for Kaveh's preferences, but he is nothing if not the king of unprompted compromise. He dusts his hands off and straightens up, and he's satisfied enough to let Alhaitham undress him the rest of the way. He lifts his arms, helping Alhaitham with his shirt and muttering to himself as he does.]
I'm going to have to wash these a hundred times to get all the sand out of them... maybe I should just take them to get cleaned...
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You can worry about that tomorrow.
[ Always fussing. Alhaitham hooks his fingers in the band of Kaveh's underwear and pushes them down until they pool at his ankles. ]
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