[ Kaveh makes a soft, humming noise against Alhaitham's mouth as he settles more comfortably on his lap, presses closer, enjoys the slow build of pleasure between the two of them. It's unlike anything they've done together, and he likes it, enjoys the way that he can slowly withdraw his thoughts from the world around him, can pour them into Alhaitham and Alhaitham alone, slowly but surely letting himself sink into it.

It's nice, it's perfect, and when the younger man draws back for a breath, Kaveh's eyes flutter open, a slow smile forming on his lips at the look on the scribe's face—

and then hands slip under his top and in that very same moment, everything comes crashing down: Kaveh remembers what he's wearing under this, the change he should have made but did not, the feeling of lace and satin against his skin even as he recoils from those gentle hands. ]

W-wait! I. I, uh. I got dressed in a hurry, and there's...

[ Archons, this is embarrassing. The lingerie wasn't meant for Alhaitham, and deep down Kaveh knows the younger man probably won't form any sort of opinion on it, good or bad, but... ]

I'm wearing something kind of unusual under this, and I didn't have time to change out of it so.. do you want me to just.. I can go change now...?