[And he does, doesn't he? He knows how Kaveh is. All the difficult, complicated facets of his personality, the way he responds to situations, how he acts when faced with a challenge. He knows Kaveh inside and out and not only because of how long they have been acquainted or because they have lived together but because Kaveh, for Alhaitham, is easy to read.
He slides a hand up one of Kaveh's arms as he kisses him again. His fingertips press across the man's palm, then their fingers lace together as he presses that hand gently against the pillows.
Alhaitham's lips part, as if he's going to make a comment, but then they close again as he thinks better of it and only smiles faintly before giving the blond man's hand a faint squeeze. He kisses him once more before sitting back to remove his underwear, idly tossing it over the side of the bed once he has.
Pretty or not, it was still in the way.]
Ready?
[He is. Alhaitham knows he is. He's been ready and the scribe doesn't tease him by waiting for a response. The lube is found easily - the same place - and he holds Kaveh's hips steady with one hand while he rubs two slicked fingers slowly against his entrance.
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I know how you are.
[And he does, doesn't he? He knows how Kaveh is. All the difficult, complicated facets of his personality, the way he responds to situations, how he acts when faced with a challenge. He knows Kaveh inside and out and not only because of how long they have been acquainted or because they have lived together but because Kaveh, for Alhaitham, is easy to read.
He slides a hand up one of Kaveh's arms as he kisses him again. His fingertips press across the man's palm, then their fingers lace together as he presses that hand gently against the pillows.
Alhaitham's lips part, as if he's going to make a comment, but then they close again as he thinks better of it and only smiles faintly before giving the blond man's hand a faint squeeze. He kisses him once more before sitting back to remove his underwear, idly tossing it over the side of the bed once he has.
Pretty or not, it was still in the way.]
Ready?
[He is. Alhaitham knows he is. He's been ready and the scribe doesn't tease him by waiting for a response. The lube is found easily - the same place - and he holds Kaveh's hips steady with one hand while he rubs two slicked fingers slowly against his entrance.
Maybe a little teasing.]