[ IT SURE IS. Alhaitham is already spoiling the hell out of him and enduring his glitter bath and Kaveh has the audacity to guilt him for more like hello
Also Kaveh's mouth is tickling his boobs. Enough of this. ]
If you're able to mope then you should also be perfectly able to say the word "please."
[ He deserves more words than that tbh.
Alhaitham's fingers twitch the barest amount over Kaveh's side. It's a warning. He'll do it. Even if they're in the bath. ]
[ HE WAS UP UNTIL NOW AND KAVEH TOOK IT FOR GRANTED ]
I don't think I'm asking for much considering what I've done for you so far.
[ Waiting for him, making dinner, drawing up the bath, etc. Tbf he's putting his life at risk here. Kaveh isn't above smacking him in the face and he knows it. He just decided it's a risk worth taking.
He skates his fingers over Kaveh's stomach. Just once. ]
[LOOK... LISTEN... now he feels a little bad, even though Alhaitham's fleeting touch is almost enough to cancel it out. BRAT.
But Alhaitham is right. Kaveh hasn't even asked him about his day, yet--it doesn't matter that he texted him all the way up until he boarded the plane. The least he can do is spare a little politeness.
He grumbles a little, because for as sweet as Alhaitham can be to him, he's still given him enough stress ulcers to warrant this degree of petulance--but then he twists enough to rest a hand on Alhaitham's chest, planting a kiss on his collarbone.]
[ NOT HEHE!!! Alhaitham accepts the kiss, albeit with a deeper frown, before taking the shampoo bar and emulsifying it between his hands. ]
Oh?
[ It's not a surprise that Kaveh would get him a gift. It's in his nature to be giving. He works his fingers into Kaveh's hair, drawing his head back to keep the suds from his eyes. ]
Right now, though, he's the exact opposite of mad; he melts as Alhaitham's fingers work through his hair, tension steadily draining from his body. He hmphs, but it's a half-hearted effort.]
Not that this place couldn't use more of my help in terms of aesthetics, but that would've been a gift for myself as much as it would've been for you.
[It would only be unrecognizable because Alhaitham has no taste!!! Also--]
When did I ask you to guess in the first place? [Alhaitham started this game on his own, technically. He glances over his shoulder, then, looking amused.] Are you that impatient to know what it is?
[It's not like a birthday or holiday gift, so he's not hell-bent on keeping it a secret. He will tease Alhaitham for being too impatient to wait, though.]
[ IT'S HIS PLACE TOO?? If he wants it to be a little ugly that's his right
He could get soap in your eye if he wanted to, Kaveh. Right when Kaveh turns around, Alhaitham pours water on his head. ]
You brought it up and said it was a surprise. I assumed you were the impatient one. [ Keeps rinsing! ] It makes no difference to me if you tell me now or not. I'm only aware that sometimes your gifts are more geared towards your aesthetics than mine, but you've already addressed that.
[OI!!! He sputters, and he's || this close to splashing water at Alhaitham, but he manages to hold himself back in a display of impeccable maturity.
(He just doesn't want to clean water off the floor later.)]
Well, for your information, it has nothing to do with the apartment. Aside from the fact that they're both yours, that is. [Before Alhaitham gets PEDANTIC]
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Thanks Kaveh]
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He wraps an arm around Kaveh, grabs the soap, and presses his lips to his temple. ]
Ask me properly.
[ Say pwease ]
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No.
[He's 5 now apparently]
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Alhaitham sets the soap down. ]
Then do it yourself.
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So cold... to cast your beloved aside without mercy... have you a heart of stone...
[He always has enough energy to be dramatic
It's a lot less effective when he won't pick his head up and he's surrounded by glittery bubble bath]
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Also Kaveh's mouth is tickling his boobs. Enough of this. ]
If you're able to mope then you should also be perfectly able to say the word "please."
[ He deserves more words than that tbh.
Alhaitham's fingers twitch the barest amount over Kaveh's side. It's a warning. He'll do it. Even if they're in the bath. ]
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[HE FELT THAT]
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[ Brushes his fingers in a little. ]
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[HE'LL KILL YOU]
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No escape. ]
You know what it takes to make me stop.
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You would torture me after I've been away for so long?
[SO MUCH FOR BEING CUTE AND SWEET, HUH]
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I don't think I'm asking for much considering what I've done for you so far.
[ Waiting for him, making dinner, drawing up the bath, etc. Tbf he's putting his life at risk here. Kaveh isn't above smacking him in the face and he knows it. He just decided it's a risk worth taking.
He skates his fingers over Kaveh's stomach. Just once. ]
As always, the one making it torturous is you.
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But Alhaitham is right. Kaveh hasn't even asked him about his day, yet--it doesn't matter that he texted him all the way up until he boarded the plane. The least he can do is spare a little politeness.
He grumbles a little, because for as sweet as Alhaitham can be to him, he's still given him enough stress ulcers to warrant this degree of petulance--but then he twists enough to rest a hand on Alhaitham's chest, planting a kiss on his collarbone.]
Fine. Please.
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Alhaitham lowers his nose into Kaveh's wet hair and smiles. ]
I can't hear you.
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Alhaitham hisses in pain!! He's THIS close to tickling Kaveh anyway. He only stops because Kaveh did technically acquiesce.... you win this round ]
Sit up.
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He sweetly kisses the spot he bit, then leans up to kiss his cheek, top, before he turns back around with a pleased little hum.]
Don't let me forget to give you your gift later.
[It's not exactly a souvenir when he'd traveled within the country to a place they've both been more than once, but close enough.]
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Oh?
[ It's not a surprise that Kaveh would get him a gift. It's in his nature to be giving. He works his fingers into Kaveh's hair, drawing his head back to keep the suds from his eyes. ]
What would that be?
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If I told you, it wouldn't be much of a surprise, now would it?
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Kaveh gets a little head massage, as a treat. ]
So it's another lurid painting for the apartment.
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Right now, though, he's the exact opposite of mad; he melts as Alhaitham's fingers work through his hair, tension steadily draining from his body. He hmphs, but it's a half-hearted effort.]
Not that this place couldn't use more of my help in terms of aesthetics, but that would've been a gift for myself as much as it would've been for you.
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[ He's not sacrificing his wooden figures :/ ]
Are you asking me to keep guessing what it is?
[ Does Kaveh like this game ]
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[It would only be unrecognizable because Alhaitham has no taste!!! Also--]
When did I ask you to guess in the first place? [Alhaitham started this game on his own, technically. He glances over his shoulder, then, looking amused.] Are you that impatient to know what it is?
[It's not like a birthday or holiday gift, so he's not hell-bent on keeping it a secret. He will tease Alhaitham for being too impatient to wait, though.]
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He could get soap in your eye if he wanted to, Kaveh. Right when Kaveh turns around, Alhaitham pours water on his head. ]
You brought it up and said it was a surprise. I assumed you were the impatient one. [ Keeps rinsing! ] It makes no difference to me if you tell me now or not. I'm only aware that sometimes your gifts are more geared towards your aesthetics than mine, but you've already addressed that.
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(He just doesn't want to clean water off the floor later.)]
Well, for your information, it has nothing to do with the apartment. Aside from the fact that they're both yours, that is. [Before Alhaitham gets PEDANTIC]
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