[ 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. ]
[He could go a while like this, he thinks, just exploring Kaveh's body with his fingertips and hearing the sounds he makes as he grows more frustrated with the lack of action. Alhaitham briefly wonders how much the older man would allow him to get away with, and it's partly that thought which prompts him to ask the man if he's going to behave... a kind of pointed flirtation that feels foreign on his lips.
The result is undeniable however.
He leaves the waistcoat on but unbuttoned and meets Kaveh's gaze at his response. The small muscles around his eyes pinch. Alhaitham leans down, bracing one elbow beside Kaveh's head and lightly taking hold of his chin with the other hand.
The scribe leans in like he's going to kiss him again but stops short.]
The barest hint of defiance finds him, a question on his lips, and suddenly Alhaitham is close, breath gusting over his lips like a promise Kaveh knows he won't allow himself to meet just yet, the blonde's chin captive in his hand as those emerald eyes meet his with something serious, some kind of...
Archons, he can't even tell. The only thing he knows for sure is that he should cave for now, agree to play a more obedient role.
And yet.
He licks his lips, considering, and a hint of a smile curves at the corners of his lips. ]
Mm, perhaps... I'm a scholar, after all. What kind of scholar doesn't take the chance to test the outcomes of behaving versus not? [ A hand lifts, skates along the side of Alhaitham's face as Kaveh chuckles softly. ] If anything, you should be admiring my dedication to academia.
What I find most astounding right now is that you still have enough breath to talk so much.
[Ah, and he should fix that, no?
Alhaitham does not give further time to trying to extract a spoken promise from Kaveh. It seems that the man has decided to be difficult... and Alhaitham can work with that. It's hardly different to how he behaves on a normal day, after all.
Rather than kiss his lips he pushes his head to one side and nips at his neck. The bite isn't hard, but certainly enough to leave a mark.
He works his way down after that. Kaveh's collar bones, the curve of his ribs. He teases the stiff nub of one nipple through lace with the pad of his thumb. Lower still to the soft, warm skin of his stomach and then he's sliding Kaveh's pants off, scraping his fingernails deliberately down the outsides of his thighs as he draws the fabric down.
What he finds under them is not a surprise. What does surprise him is that he's interested enough to take a moment to look.
Though only a moment. He shifts back up to take Kaveh's wrist and push them up over his head.]
Will you keep them here or do I need to restrain you?
[ The nip to Kaveh's neck makes the older man hiss out through his lips, and at least until his hands are captured and pushed over his head, his fingers thread through Alhaitham's hair, touching and exploring what he can easily reach as the other kisses his way down his neck, collar bones, ribs. Under the attention, he's quickly growing hard, and the single moment the younger takes to look at the rest of his underwear has him biting back a soft moan, a twitch of pleasure running through him, fingers tightening in his hair. ]
If you don't want me to have breath to talk, take it away.
[ Is it a challenge? Maybe, but one he very quickly reconsiders as his wrist is taken, both of them caught and pushed above his head.
Will you keep them hereβ?
And it would be so, so easy to say yes, to give in to him. But he remembers already: Alhaitham likes to take his time exploring, and Kavehβ Kaveh likes wants craves the praise but doesn't want to make it too easy for him either, andβ
(And there are other considerations too, things he's wanted to try out...)
He lifts his chin, a glint of a challenge in his eyes, and Kaveh immediately tugs a hand free of him so he can thread it around Alhaitham's neck in the attempt to pull him down into a kiss. ]
If you wanna be certain, [ he breathes, ] there are handcuffs in the top drawer.
[Alhaitham stiffens slightly, resisting the pull, though there's nothing in his expression to suggest that any kind of distress was the reason. This is how it's going to be then, is it? Well, he can't say he's not surprised.
He hums softly, shooing Kaveh's hands away from him before he moves to lean over and open the drawer, quickly locating and pulling the cuffs out. There wasn't so much as a moment of hesitation in making that decision, it seems, and this time when he pushes the older man's arms up it is with a little more determined force.
One side of the cuffs is gently slipped over a wrist, clicking closed around it. He loops the chain around the headrail of the bed and then meets the architect's eyes as he fully restrains him.]
As you wish.
[You chose this, Kaveh. He won't have any whining about sore wrists.
Once satisfied that the man is now held in place he sits back, raking his gaze down the length of Kaveh's body. He's...
Hm.
Alhaitham shrugs off his waistcoat, though only partly shifts his eyes away. Something about this is still faintly unsettling, though he can't put his finger on what it is that's bothering him.]
... If I do something you don't like, say so. [He says then, sliding a hand around the curve of Kaveh's waist.] Agreed?
[ For a moment, Kaveh regrets his choice. Not because he doesn't trust Alhaitham or want to do this with him, but because of the strange something in the air around the other man for a moment or two as he shrugs himself out of his waistcoatβ
(and Archons, the visible movement of muscle under the soft material of that shirt...)
βas he reminds the blonde to say something if he's not okay.
Mm... it's about that other time, isn't it?
If he could, he'd reach to reassure him, but he's just ensured that he absolutely cannot do that. Therein lies the regret, even as the thrill of being captive to him runs down his spine, and Kaveh offers Alhaitham a small, reassuring smile, a little jingle of his wrists against the headrail. ]
Do you know what a safeword is? [ he asks, and then without any hesitation continues to explain: ] It's a word we can choose that if either of us says, everything stops. It's designed for moments like these, because... [ He's brought momentarily to another encounter, one he won't detailβ he's learningβ but that taught him a few things nonetheless. ] Sometimes in the moment you say things like "wait" or "stop" or "no" but don't actually mean it. So...
[ He takes a breath, thinking. ] "Alcazarzaray." [ It's long, complicated, and there's no way he's gonna be calling it out in the middle of sex for any other reason. ] If I say "Alcazarzaray", it means I want you to stop. Okay?
[For the most part, Alhaitham is fine... but he would be lying if he said that he wasn't still at least a little shaken by that experience. It had lodged something in him that bothers him right down to his core and comes to the forefront of his mind when he's with Kaveh more than anyone else.
Because of course it would.
He listens, his eyes never leaving the other man's as he explains, and while he had not been aware of that concept in this context he catches on quickly and nods.]
All right. [And, satisfied with that, he leans in to give Kaveh another of those soft, lingering kisses. He can trust that Kaveh will speak up if he feels like he needs to, he thinks... they do have that understanding.
The contrast between them right now isn't lost on him. Kaveh in his flatteringly coloured lingerie and Alhaitham almost still entirely dressed. Alhaitham shifts down and tugs one of Kaveh's knees over his shoulder, pushing his knee up as he brushes a line of teasing kisses down the inside of the opposite thigh.]
You look good like this. [He murmurs then, almost thoughtfully.
[ Kaveh hums in soft content into Alhaitham's mouth, and if the scribe hears the gentle clink of the cuff metal against the headrail, it's only because the blonde's first instinct is the wrap his arms around the younger's shoulders and hold him as they kiss. For as much as the other man has a tendency to annoy him, there's something about the gentleness of his mouth that has Kaveh melting, craving more. More that he knows he's going to get, even if the presence of the handcuffs promises a slow burn, and plenty of frustration.
Frustration brought almost immediately by the way Alhaitham lifts his knee and starts to pepper kisses down the inside of his thigh, the blonde's hips trembling and trying to lift slightly under the sudden sensation. He whimpers,
and then comes the kicker, soft words that make his eyes widen, his breath catch in his throat. Heβ ]
...Really? I do?
[ His voice is soft, but edged with a surprising heaviness, eyes averted in a way that will tell Alhaitham (as if he doesn't already know) that Kaveh asks from a genuine place, not from one of greed or desire. He's not sure what he was expecting, but it wasn't that, and he hates the way his stomach does a stupid little flip-flop at the words, leaving his mouth dry. ]
[Alhaitham couldn't anticipate what that whimper does to him. He feels a spark shoot straight to the curling warmth between his hips and his breath catches, his eyes darting up and catching the other man's eyes. For a moment he forgets what he said - what Kaveh is questioning - then makes a soft sound of confirmation.]
Mm. You can wear the red one next time.
[There are several implications there, all of them bluntly obvious to someone who knows Alhaitham as well as Kaveh does, but delivered as ever with the quiet, casual tone of someone with barely any idea of the kind of impact that those particular words can have.
He likes how Kaveh looks like this, he realises. Like appreciating a piece of art wound together with the anticipation of what's to come.
Alhaitham sits back and unbuttons his shirt, taking his time, maintaining eye contact all the while. The mark of his suit is calm and pale now, barely visible, and once he sets the shirt aside he moves to his belt, lingering on the buckle.]
[ If Kaveh is going to regret his choice to accept the handcuffs, it's going to be now that he most keenly feels it, when Alhaitham says something that makes him want to throw his arms around the other to pull him into a kiss.
Regardless of how calmly the scribe speaks, so many things sit just under the surface of those words: not just the reaffirmation that he thinks Kaveh looks good, but the statement that he wants to see him in the other outfits he purchased; the implication of another next time; the instruction not to hide himself away.
All this, paired with the way he leans back, unbuttoning his shirt in the slowest, most torturous of ways, revealing the pale, toned skin underneath in a way that has Kaveh wetting his too-dry lips.
And Kaveh, who often has his words stolen in the face of the other man, finds himself in the same situation as always, but a much more pleasant version, a shy smile on his lips and a flush on his cheeks as he nods. ]
...Okay. I'll, uh.. keep that in mind. For next time.
[ And then, his smile turning more playful, he adds: ]
You should just dress like this. Shirt off, I mean.
[Alhaitham is not an exhibitionist and has no intentions of becoming one for the sake of Kaveh's whims, but if the man wants to see him shirtless while it's just the two of them..? He doesn't see the harm. Kaveh has already seen far more of him than his bare chest.
With his belt discarded and his trousers quickly following Alhaitham finally shifts closer to the other man and kisses him again, bare skin on bare skin as they press together. He slides one firm thigh up between Kaveh's legs, biting gently against the man's lower lip and then smiling a little.]
[ The pleasant heat in Kaveh's cheeks only intensifies at the promise of Alhaitham doing something just for him, just the two of them, in private like this. It's not something he really should take pleasure in, not with how contentious their friendship can sometimes be, and yet..
Mm. Who cares? The blonde's brain is quick to banish the thought when the younger man shifts out of his trousers and brings himself in close again to kiss him, eagerly returning the pressure of his lipsβ and gasping an answer when his lip is bitten at the same time as a knee slides up between his thighs.
That smileβ
And those words, asking a question Kaveh's not entirely sure he can answer, because...
On one side, perhaps, he's still learning these things for himself in some ways, and too hesitant to say what it is he's wanting to try. The reverse of that is that his body seems to like everything Alhaitham does anyway, so.
Alhaitham's eyebrows lift slightly. He does wonder on which occasion Kaveh has ever actually heard him outright laugh at anything he said, though he does realise that the other man may not actually mean it literally. He makes a soft sound, shifting away and straightening up a little.]
I promise I won't laugh.
[And maybe those words, that phrasing, would sound a bit strange coming from him... but it seems to be important, and even more strangely, he finds that it is important for him to know the answer.]
[ It is perhaps a silly request. Kaveh knows, deep down, that Alhaitham will never laugh at him. It's just not who he is as a person, not whom he has ever been. But the anxiety runs high in his veins regardlessβ and that's the person Kaveh has always beenβ and so he still stumbles over it, still hesitates over the words even as he's given the promise. ]
I... like it whenβ um. I guess I like praise. Nice things being said to me.
[ His eyes shift to the side, cheeks heating with fresh embarrassment. ]
I also like it when I don't have to think. [ A pause as, not for the first time, he amends that to be more honest: ] When I'm not able to think.
[ He knows that saying all of this is giving Alhaitham a lot of power, but... he asked. ]
[There isn't so much as a single glimmer of surprise on Alhaitham's face as Kaveh speaks. What he knows of the man makes it all to obvious that praise would be something he would enjoy, though it would seem he has less issue with accepting it when it happens in the bedroom.
... Figures.]
You know well enough that I'm not someone who gives false praise.
[Or much praise at all, usually. He doesn't think he could do it under these circumstances without it feeling far too awkward, but as luck would have it when it comes to Kaveh, he doesn't really find a need to pretend.
He pauses a moment, letting his attention travel over Kaveh's body.]
So when I tell you that I like how you look, you know I mean it.
[ The answer is quick on Kaveh's lips, and as soft as his expression as his eyes settle on Alhaitham's face again. It's true that he has less issue accepting praise when it's in the bedroom, and yet even with that being true, and even knowing what he does, was he not still hesitant over the other's statement that he looks good as he is now?
And he wonders if the younger man thinks Kaveh doesn't trust him. Which isn't trueβ ]
If I sound like I'm doubting you, I'm.. I'm not. Not you. I just... You know how I am, it'sβ
[ He falls silent for a moment, and the look he offers the other man is soft and pleading and frustrated, not at the situation but at himself. ]
[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.
[ Alhaitham sighs out that comment, and for as much as it's not censure, it feels like it, just like it always does. Kaveh's cheeks flush an angry red, and his eyes dart sideways, an angry retort on his lips that is bitten off when those fingers press over his palm, lips against his in silent offering. That's always been the problem, hasn't it? Kaveh, who desires so badly not to be seen, is seen by Alhaitham, right down to the very heart of him.
It's what made him walk away from their friendship, it's what has him even now hold the younger man at arm's length every time he shows an inkling of care. It's always been the only way to protect himselfβ
And yet here he is, spread willingly under the other, unable to do anything but accept him... all of his own choice.
The kiss is a welcome distractionβ it doesn't last anywhere near long enough, but with his arms connected to the headrail, there's not much he can do about it other than pout. It's a pout too that has more meanings than the one, because the scribe is being something of a tease, rubbing those two fingers against him in a way that has the blonde squirming, a stuttered out whine on his lips. ]
Isn't it obvious? [ he bites out, and he knows the answer is yes, knows Alhaitham knows and is teasing him anyway. ] Of course I'm ready.
It's different already. Far removed from the times they have been thrown together by their desperate, driven urges but even, too, from the other times, when it was almost because they wanted to.
Almost, but not quite. Not like this deliberate choice.
There could be said to be the faintest quirk of a smile as Alhaitham concedes, curling his index finger in to his palm and pressing the middle finger inside. He seems to watch for a moment, as if fascinated, then turns his attention to kisses.
Kissing Kaveh is turning out to be a very enjoyable pastime.]
If I let your hands go, what would you do? [He questions quietly as his finger curls in deep, looking for just the right spot.]
[ The flush on his cheeks shows no signs of abating as Alhaitham's eyes appear to be trained on his own actions, Kaveh biting back a low, soft moan at the sensation of that finger pushing into him. The kisses help, giving him something to focus on and ground himself with, and he returns them with a sort of abandon as his heart picks up in his chest, almost pounding with the sensations.
And then the scribe is breaking the kisses to ask questions, and the blonde is blinking in overwhelmed confusion, frustration curving his lips downward for the barest of moments before the brush of that curved finger finds exactly the right spot and has a moan sneaking out of him unbidden, eyelids fluttering as he peers up at Alhaitham in silence for a moment or two.
What would he do? What wouldn't he doβ ]
I'd touch you. [ His voice is low. Hushed and trembling. ] Take my time exploring you and.. mm, and find the places you like the most. That feel the best for you too. And I'd... kiss you more often tooβ sometimes I want to kiss you but you're sitting up and I can'tβ
[ He stops, almost abruptly, before he can ramble too much more. ]
[When he's already learned his way around Kaveh's body, finding that spot is all too easy. He doesn't put too much pressure there but circles slowly around and over it as he moves his finger in and out, already feeling the way the man is loosening and relaxing around that one digit.]
Hm...
[He notices how Kaveh almost seems to cut himself off. How he retreats from that thought before he can finish it. And he wonders...
Dismisses the thought.
He can move away less.]
Once I'm done with you... do you think you'll still have the energy to take me?
[It's less a question and more like an offer as he teases a second finger alongside the first and eases it in.]
[ Less a question, more an offer, almost a challenge in Kaveh's addled mind, especially as his mind continues to try and find ways to put walls between the two of them despite the fact that they're very much naked together in his bed. His hips roll down against the pleasure being offered to him, gasping and almost whining at the sensation of that finger ghosting over such a pleasurable point, and then again as a second is added.
He's forced to take a moment to catch his breath, but then he nods. ]
I will. Even if I have to rest for a few minutes first.
[ Another breath, another roll of his hips against those fingers. ]
Are youβ mm, are you finding you have a preference?
[It takes him a moment to understand, distracted as he is right now, but even then he doesn't immediately answer. A preference..?
Truth be told he hasn't thought about it much. There are a couple of things he's found that he does enjoy more than others, but when it comes down to it it seems to be more about the person he's with than anything else. He gives a small shake of his head.]
Not really. [But, this. The slow arch of Kaveh's body as it reacts to the stimulation. How his breathing shivers and his voice shakes as he tries to speak. The little moans between words. Alhaitham has already realised that he likes that, but also that he likes it because it's Kaveh, not because he enjoys those things in isolation.
If it was anyone else, would he care that much? He knows himself well enough to realise that he wouldn't.
His fingers slide in deep again, a slick and wet sound accompanying the motion, but Alhaitham is not listening. His mouth is on Kaveh's again, lips parting and their tongues curling together. He shifts his thigh up between the older man's legs to give him something to grind against.]
[ He's ready to explain, but the words seem to clear in Alhaitham's head in the next few moments anyway, an answer on his lips that has Kaveh nod even as his body arches again, the words unable to find his mouth for a moment or two. He probably should acknowledge the other's answer, but he's taken too fast by the press of lips against his, a soft sigh and his tongue arching in answer, a pleased shudder running down his spine.
He takes the offer of the younger's thigh, too, hips rolling down in a way that his cock drags heavy against it, eliciting a whine that disappears into the tangle of their tongues. There's a soft jingle as his wrists tug unbidden against their bonds, his body trying to follow through on its natural urge to wind arms around him, to pull him close as they kiss.
It's different this time somehow, Kaveh can feel that tooβ and perhaps that's why his brain is fighting him so much, trying to build barricades wherever it can. Before, his self-protection came from the fact that they needed to, but this time... ]
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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?
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The result is undeniable however.
He leaves the waistcoat on but unbuttoned and meets Kaveh's gaze at his response. The small muscles around his eyes pinch. Alhaitham leans down, bracing one elbow beside Kaveh's head and lightly taking hold of his chin with the other hand.
The scribe leans in like he's going to kiss him again but stops short.]
Are you going to try to find out?
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The barest hint of defiance finds him, a question on his lips, and suddenly Alhaitham is close, breath gusting over his lips like a promise Kaveh knows he won't allow himself to meet just yet, the blonde's chin captive in his hand as those emerald eyes meet his with something serious, some kind of...
Archons, he can't even tell. The only thing he knows for sure is that he should cave for now, agree to play a more obedient role.
And yet.
He licks his lips, considering, and a hint of a smile curves at the corners of his lips. ]
Mm, perhaps... I'm a scholar, after all. What kind of scholar doesn't take the chance to test the outcomes of behaving versus not? [ A hand lifts, skates along the side of Alhaitham's face as Kaveh chuckles softly. ] If anything, you should be admiring my dedication to academia.
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[Ah, and he should fix that, no?
Alhaitham does not give further time to trying to extract a spoken promise from Kaveh. It seems that the man has decided to be difficult... and Alhaitham can work with that. It's hardly different to how he behaves on a normal day, after all.
Rather than kiss his lips he pushes his head to one side and nips at his neck. The bite isn't hard, but certainly enough to leave a mark.
He works his way down after that. Kaveh's collar bones, the curve of his ribs. He teases the stiff nub of one nipple through lace with the pad of his thumb. Lower still to the soft, warm skin of his stomach and then he's sliding Kaveh's pants off, scraping his fingernails deliberately down the outsides of his thighs as he draws the fabric down.
What he finds under them is not a surprise. What does surprise him is that he's interested enough to take a moment to look.
Though only a moment. He shifts back up to take Kaveh's wrist and push them up over his head.]
Will you keep them here or do I need to restrain you?
[Are you going to behave, Kaveh?]
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If you don't want me to have breath to talk, take it away.
[ Is it a challenge? Maybe, but one he very quickly reconsiders as his wrist is taken, both of them caught and pushed above his head.
Will you keep them hereβ?
And it would be so, so easy to say yes, to give in to him. But he remembers already: Alhaitham likes to take his time exploring, and Kavehβ Kaveh likes wants craves the praise but doesn't want to make it too easy for him either, andβ
(And there are other considerations too, things he's wanted to try out...)
He lifts his chin, a glint of a challenge in his eyes, and Kaveh immediately tugs a hand free of him so he can thread it around Alhaitham's neck in the attempt to pull him down into a kiss. ]
If you wanna be certain, [ he breathes, ] there are handcuffs in the top drawer.
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He hums softly, shooing Kaveh's hands away from him before he moves to lean over and open the drawer, quickly locating and pulling the cuffs out. There wasn't so much as a moment of hesitation in making that decision, it seems, and this time when he pushes the older man's arms up it is with a little more determined force.
One side of the cuffs is gently slipped over a wrist, clicking closed around it. He loops the chain around the headrail of the bed and then meets the architect's eyes as he fully restrains him.]
As you wish.
[You chose this, Kaveh. He won't have any whining about sore wrists.
Once satisfied that the man is now held in place he sits back, raking his gaze down the length of Kaveh's body. He's...
Hm.
Alhaitham shrugs off his waistcoat, though only partly shifts his eyes away. Something about this is still faintly unsettling, though he can't put his finger on what it is that's bothering him.]
... If I do something you don't like, say so. [He says then, sliding a hand around the curve of Kaveh's waist.] Agreed?
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(and Archons, the visible movement of muscle under the soft material of that shirt...)
βas he reminds the blonde to say something if he's not okay.
Mm... it's about that other time, isn't it?
If he could, he'd reach to reassure him, but he's just ensured that he absolutely cannot do that. Therein lies the regret, even as the thrill of being captive to him runs down his spine, and Kaveh offers Alhaitham a small, reassuring smile, a little jingle of his wrists against the headrail. ]
Do you know what a safeword is? [ he asks, and then without any hesitation continues to explain: ] It's a word we can choose that if either of us says, everything stops. It's designed for moments like these, because... [ He's brought momentarily to another encounter, one he won't detailβ he's learningβ but that taught him a few things nonetheless. ] Sometimes in the moment you say things like "wait" or "stop" or "no" but don't actually mean it. So...
[ He takes a breath, thinking. ] "Alcazarzaray." [ It's long, complicated, and there's no way he's gonna be calling it out in the middle of sex for any other reason. ] If I say "Alcazarzaray", it means I want you to stop. Okay?
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Because of course it would.
He listens, his eyes never leaving the other man's as he explains, and while he had not been aware of that concept in this context he catches on quickly and nods.]
All right. [And, satisfied with that, he leans in to give Kaveh another of those soft, lingering kisses. He can trust that Kaveh will speak up if he feels like he needs to, he thinks... they do have that understanding.
The contrast between them right now isn't lost on him. Kaveh in his flatteringly coloured lingerie and Alhaitham almost still entirely dressed. Alhaitham shifts down and tugs one of Kaveh's knees over his shoulder, pushing his knee up as he brushes a line of teasing kisses down the inside of the opposite thigh.]
You look good like this. [He murmurs then, almost thoughtfully.
Pretty.]
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Frustration brought almost immediately by the way Alhaitham lifts his knee and starts to pepper kisses down the inside of his thigh, the blonde's hips trembling and trying to lift slightly under the sudden sensation. He whimpers,
and then comes the kicker, soft words that make his eyes widen, his breath catch in his throat. Heβ ]
...Really? I do?
[ His voice is soft, but edged with a surprising heaviness, eyes averted in a way that will tell Alhaitham (as if he doesn't already know) that Kaveh asks from a genuine place, not from one of greed or desire. He's not sure what he was expecting, but it wasn't that, and he hates the way his stomach does a stupid little flip-flop at the words, leaving his mouth dry. ]
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Mm. You can wear the red one next time.
[There are several implications there, all of them bluntly obvious to someone who knows Alhaitham as well as Kaveh does, but delivered as ever with the quiet, casual tone of someone with barely any idea of the kind of impact that those particular words can have.
He likes how Kaveh looks like this, he realises. Like appreciating a piece of art wound together with the anticipation of what's to come.
Alhaitham sits back and unbuttons his shirt, taking his time, maintaining eye contact all the while. The mark of his suit is calm and pale now, barely visible, and once he sets the shirt aside he moves to his belt, lingering on the buckle.]
And don't bother to hide it.
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Regardless of how calmly the scribe speaks, so many things sit just under the surface of those words: not just the reaffirmation that he thinks Kaveh looks good, but the statement that he wants to see him in the other outfits he purchased; the implication of another next time; the instruction not to hide himself away.
All this, paired with the way he leans back, unbuttoning his shirt in the slowest, most torturous of ways, revealing the pale, toned skin underneath in a way that has Kaveh wetting his too-dry lips.
And Kaveh, who often has his words stolen in the face of the other man, finds himself in the same situation as always, but a much more pleasant version, a shy smile on his lips and a flush on his cheeks as he nods. ]
...Okay. I'll, uh.. keep that in mind. For next time.
[ And then, his smile turning more playful, he adds: ]
You should just dress like this. Shirt off, I mean.
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[Alhaitham is not an exhibitionist and has no intentions of becoming one for the sake of Kaveh's whims, but if the man wants to see him shirtless while it's just the two of them..? He doesn't see the harm. Kaveh has already seen far more of him than his bare chest.
With his belt discarded and his trousers quickly following Alhaitham finally shifts closer to the other man and kisses him again, bare skin on bare skin as they press together. He slides one firm thigh up between Kaveh's legs, biting gently against the man's lower lip and then smiling a little.]
Tell me what you like.
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Mm. Who cares? The blonde's brain is quick to banish the thought when the younger man shifts out of his trousers and brings himself in close again to kiss him, eagerly returning the pressure of his lipsβ and gasping an answer when his lip is bitten at the same time as a knee slides up between his thighs.
That smileβ
And those words, asking a question Kaveh's not entirely sure he can answer, because...
On one side, perhaps, he's still learning these things for himself in some ways, and too hesitant to say what it is he's wanting to try. The reverse of that is that his body seems to like everything Alhaitham does anyway, so.
Though... there is that one thing, which...
Kaveh's nose wrinkles. ]
Promise me you won't laugh.
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Alhaitham's eyebrows lift slightly. He does wonder on which occasion Kaveh has ever actually heard him outright laugh at anything he said, though he does realise that the other man may not actually mean it literally. He makes a soft sound, shifting away and straightening up a little.]
I promise I won't laugh.
[And maybe those words, that phrasing, would sound a bit strange coming from him... but it seems to be important, and even more strangely, he finds that it is important for him to know the answer.]
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I... like it whenβ um. I guess I like praise. Nice things being said to me.
[ His eyes shift to the side, cheeks heating with fresh embarrassment. ]
I also like it when I don't have to think. [ A pause as, not for the first time, he amends that to be more honest: ] When I'm not able to think.
[ He knows that saying all of this is giving Alhaitham a lot of power, but... he asked. ]
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... Figures.]
You know well enough that I'm not someone who gives false praise.
[Or much praise at all, usually. He doesn't think he could do it under these circumstances without it feeling far too awkward, but as luck would have it when it comes to Kaveh, he doesn't really find a need to pretend.
He pauses a moment, letting his attention travel over Kaveh's body.]
So when I tell you that I like how you look, you know I mean it.
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[ The answer is quick on Kaveh's lips, and as soft as his expression as his eyes settle on Alhaitham's face again. It's true that he has less issue accepting praise when it's in the bedroom, and yet even with that being true, and even knowing what he does, was he not still hesitant over the other's statement that he looks good as he is now?
And he wonders if the younger man thinks Kaveh doesn't trust him. Which isn't trueβ ]
If I sound like I'm doubting you, I'm.. I'm not. Not you. I just... You know how I am, it'sβ
[ He falls silent for a moment, and the look he offers the other man is soft and pleading and frustrated, not at the situation but at himself. ]
Please come here.
[ Just make his brain shut upβ ]
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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.]
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It's what made him walk away from their friendship, it's what has him even now hold the younger man at arm's length every time he shows an inkling of care. It's always been the only way to protect himselfβ
And yet here he is, spread willingly under the other, unable to do anything but accept him... all of his own choice.
The kiss is a welcome distractionβ it doesn't last anywhere near long enough, but with his arms connected to the headrail, there's not much he can do about it other than pout. It's a pout too that has more meanings than the one, because the scribe is being something of a tease, rubbing those two fingers against him in a way that has the blonde squirming, a stuttered out whine on his lips. ]
Isn't it obvious? [ he bites out, and he knows the answer is yes, knows Alhaitham knows and is teasing him anyway. ] Of course I'm ready.
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It's different already. Far removed from the times they have been thrown together by their desperate, driven urges but even, too, from the other times, when it was almost because they wanted to.
Almost, but not quite. Not like this deliberate choice.
There could be said to be the faintest quirk of a smile as Alhaitham concedes, curling his index finger in to his palm and pressing the middle finger inside. He seems to watch for a moment, as if fascinated, then turns his attention to kisses.
Kissing Kaveh is turning out to be a very enjoyable pastime.]
If I let your hands go, what would you do? [He questions quietly as his finger curls in deep, looking for just the right spot.]
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And then the scribe is breaking the kisses to ask questions, and the blonde is blinking in overwhelmed confusion, frustration curving his lips downward for the barest of moments before the brush of that curved finger finds exactly the right spot and has a moan sneaking out of him unbidden, eyelids fluttering as he peers up at Alhaitham in silence for a moment or two.
What would he do? What wouldn't he doβ ]
I'd touch you. [ His voice is low. Hushed and trembling. ] Take my time exploring you and.. mm, and find the places you like the most. That feel the best for you too. And I'd... kiss you more often tooβ sometimes I want to kiss you but you're sitting up and I can'tβ
[ He stops, almost abruptly, before he can ramble too much more. ]
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Hm...
[He notices how Kaveh almost seems to cut himself off. How he retreats from that thought before he can finish it. And he wonders...
Dismisses the thought.
He can move away less.]
Once I'm done with you... do you think you'll still have the energy to take me?
[It's less a question and more like an offer as he teases a second finger alongside the first and eases it in.]
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He's forced to take a moment to catch his breath, but then he nods. ]
I will. Even if I have to rest for a few minutes first.
[ Another breath, another roll of his hips against those fingers. ]
Are youβ mm, are you finding you have a preference?
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[It takes him a moment to understand, distracted as he is right now, but even then he doesn't immediately answer. A preference..?
Truth be told he hasn't thought about it much. There are a couple of things he's found that he does enjoy more than others, but when it comes down to it it seems to be more about the person he's with than anything else. He gives a small shake of his head.]
Not really. [But, this. The slow arch of Kaveh's body as it reacts to the stimulation. How his breathing shivers and his voice shakes as he tries to speak. The little moans between words. Alhaitham has already realised that he likes that, but also that he likes it because it's Kaveh, not because he enjoys those things in isolation.
If it was anyone else, would he care that much? He knows himself well enough to realise that he wouldn't.
His fingers slide in deep again, a slick and wet sound accompanying the motion, but Alhaitham is not listening. His mouth is on Kaveh's again, lips parting and their tongues curling together. He shifts his thigh up between the older man's legs to give him something to grind against.]
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He takes the offer of the younger's thigh, too, hips rolling down in a way that his cock drags heavy against it, eliciting a whine that disappears into the tangle of their tongues. There's a soft jingle as his wrists tug unbidden against their bonds, his body trying to follow through on its natural urge to wind arms around him, to pull him close as they kiss.
It's different this time somehow, Kaveh can feel that tooβ and perhaps that's why his brain is fighting him so much, trying to build barricades wherever it can. Before, his self-protection came from the fact that they needed to, but this time... ]
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