[ Most of Kaveh just assumes that the lace, now with a comment made about it, will be slipped off his body and pushed to the side. He's not expecting Alhaitham to leave it on him, but he does, tipping him to the bed instead after another kiss, eyes and mouth paying brief homage before hands track over his skin to explore, leaving the blonde breathing a heavy sigh over his lips.
And then he's asked is he going to behave, and the architect's blood runs dangerously south, and every last part of him wants to nod, wants to agree with the scribe's assertion, to bend to him, to be good so he can hear the other praise him the way he's come to realize he quite likes...
But he's also Alhaitham, gentle and tender or not, and there's that one part of Kaveh that won't allow this to pass without a challenge, a tilt of his head as he openly admires the younger undoing his own waistcoat. ]
Mm...
[ His voice is too dry. He clears his throat, licks his lips, tries again. ]
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And then he's asked is he going to behave, and the architect's blood runs dangerously south, and every last part of him wants to nod, wants to agree with the scribe's assertion, to bend to him, to be good so he can hear the other praise him the way he's come to realize he quite likes...
But he's also Alhaitham, gentle and tender or not, and there's that one part of Kaveh that won't allow this to pass without a challenge, a tilt of his head as he openly admires the younger undoing his own waistcoat. ]
Mm...
[ His voice is too dry. He clears his throat, licks his lips, tries again. ]
Maybe. What happens if I don't?