[ 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... ]
[Alhaitham shifts in turn, a subtle roll of his thigh against the twitch of Kaveh's hips working in counterpoint to the steady thrust of fingers inside him. How it feels this time, the difference, is something that the younger man allows to wash over him, pushing a few pieces into place.
He pulls back, briefly kisses Kaveh's lips again, then deliberately rolls his fingertips over the man's prostate.]
Good boy. [Alhaitham murmurs gently. He is not one for false or insincere praise and has been quietly thinking his way through how he might like to present it, how Kaveh might like to hear it from him, and he thinks he can make it work.
The tone is a soft, sincere one as he speaks into the small space between their lips.]
You're doing so well for me. [Their eyes meet. He softly bumps the tips of their noses together.] So well-behaved.
[ The moments pass; between Alhaitham's thigh against his arousal, his fingers thrusting inside him, their lips working over each other's mouths, there's enough pleasure that Kaveh's brain can finally disconnect from all the worries and the pressure, allowing him to finally just sink into the moment and enjoy it fully. He's not even consciously aware of the shift in his own body, but it's there, pliant under the younger's touches and desperate for more.
Good boy, Alhaitham says then, and the bliss of release comes to an abrupt halt, Kaveh's eyes openingβ and opening wide. A new flush of red works over his cheeks, dying them crimson as his body tightens in pleasure, a whimper on his lips as he clenches down around those fingers, dizzyingly close to an orgasm from those words alone.
Oh, fuck. This is a power he should never have introduced Alhaitham to, isn't it? ]
[The movement of his fingers slows at the abrupt tightening around them. Alhaitham's breath softly catches, as if he's surprised by the impact that such simple words had even if he felt a little awkward in saying them. A faint flush touches his cheeks in turn as he meets Kaveh's widened eyes.
And it isn't as if he has never been close enough to the other man to notice the colour of his eyes before. He could pick the shade off a swatch if he had to, along with the man's hair colour and his preferences in clothing. The colour of them is not new to him but what is new is the sensation that flushes through him as that colour all but fills his vision.
It isn't just the one thing. A combination of everything rolls together. Alhaitham lightly cups the side of Kaveh's jaw and speaks softly, sincerely.]
[ At any other time, he'd accuse Alhaitham of being facetious. But everything being as it is, he knows that the other is being entirely serious, even as those fingers cup his jaw, as the younger man tells him softly that his eyes are beautiful.
His eyesβ
Another tremor passes through him, another physical tightening of his muscles down around those fingers, even slowed as they are now. A soft whine forms on his lips, and he can't quite help the way his head tosses to the side, an instinctive rejection of the compliment offered to him by the other man. ]
N-no, no Iβ stop that..
[ The words are muttered, an attempt to get away from the situation that doesn't follow his own rulesβ not once is the name of his magnum opus even thought of, much less spoken into being. Just something else he'll have cause to wonder about later. ]
[The way his fingers push in deeply is almost like a scolding punishment and he holds the stinging pressure there for a moment before he moves them again. His free hand guides Kaveh's head back around and although he feels something in the pit of his stomach jolt at the word 'stop' he remembers what they spoke of earlier.
Is this like that, then? Kaveh knows the word to use if he really wants things to halt. Alhaitham isn't sure how he feels about it but shakes that uncertainty off for the moment. There's no harm in what they're doing now.]
They are. I've never considered it before. [He pauses, then lightly kisses him again. His heart races almost painfully in his chest, sticking in his throat.] You're beautiful.
[ Kaveh gasps aloud at the sensation of the deep push stopping right then and there, but his gaze remains averted until Alhaitham's hand guides him back, makes him meet his eyes again even as he'd rather hide, and Kaveh's heart, the traitorous bitch it is, skips a beat.
Not just his eyes, now, but him too? Kaveh doesn't feel beautiful, what with his mussed hair and blown-out eyes and ruddied red cheeks. His voice dies in his throat before he can argue though, pressing up into the kiss even as he feels breathless, closing his eyes against the tears he can feel prickling at their corners. ]
I.. Alhaitham, youβ
[ For the first time in years, the exclamation of "you" on Kaveh's tongue is not made with a tone laced in anger. Rather, it's shaken and unsure, overwhelmed by the sensations and the words both. ]
[He interrupts smoothly, quietly, cutting Kaveh off with another kiss. His chest aches again, strangely, and the briefest consideration that this entire thing was a mistake flits through his mind before it is just as quickly dismissed. He doesn't think so. Maybe it was something that they both needed.
Alhaitham glances up at where Kaveh's hands are cuffed up to the headrail, and decides that he doesn't like that right now. The older man would find his wrists released, and the scribe lightly guiding one of his arms up around him.]
I want you to hold on to me.
[His hand goes back to Kaveh's face, cradling it gently as he carefully adds a third finger to the two already thrusting into him.]
[ Alhaitham barely has to guide Kaveh's armβ the moment he feels the cuffs release around his wrists, the blonde is moving both arms to wrap them around the younger's shoulders, all but clinging to him just in time for the other to say that's what he wants.
He answers the other's statement with a low moan, one half inspired by his words and half by the addition a third finger, his hips rutting down against the intrusion.
His breath quickens, and his eyes open once more to look up into Alhaitham's face, revealing the sheen of wet over them even as his look gains a hint of desperation, a bite of his lower lip. ]
Pleaseβ please tell me you don't intend to do that just with your fingers.
[He really does have the most brilliant eyes, Alhaitham thinks idly. It isn't that he's never noticed before...
The younger man realises his thoughts are repeating and draws himself back to the present, lightly smoothing his thumb across Kaveh's cheek. He exhales a soft, breathy chuckle.]
If you climax from just this, then it's fine... [It seems he might intend just that as he slowly spreads his fingers inside the man and then rubs up against that spot again. Something in the back of his mind is impatient, but he doesn't let it take over.]
[ At a different time, in a different place, Kaveh can see himself teasing Alhaitham for his dry way of speaking about something so passionate. But right now, he doesn't have it in himβ largely because for some reason, that same dry way of speaking is doing something to him right now.
His lips part to attempt to stage a protest, but then fingers press over that one damn spot again, and he cries out instead, head tilting back against the pillow, eyelids fluttering and draping over his eyes as he whines. ]
Alhaithamβ
[ Fuck. Fuck, he's so close, and it feels like they've barely started, and Alhaitham is right here, and being so nice, andβ ]
[He might get better at it over time. Alhaitham is not someone incapable of passion and emotion, as Kaveh well knows, but it tends to be viewed as a complication that he would rather just keep out of his life entirely.
Though, at one time, he would have said the same of what he's doing right now. Some things have changed quickly here.
He doesn't think that Kaveh will last even if they move on quickly now and so, rather than do that, he curls his fingers in again and aims for that same spot inside that made him moan like that.]
[ "I'm right here," Alhaitham says, and that's enough for Kaveh; even before the younger man urges him to let it happen, he feels his body tightening, pitching over the edge of his breaking point with an abruptness that has his toes curling, a cry on his lips as he orgasms untouched but for the fingers pressing inside him, coating his own abdomen as he arches and gasps and clings to the other man.
For a moment, his eyes close, and then open again, half-lidded, lips parted with his panted breaths and soft whines.
It takes him a few seconds to regain himself enough to curl fingers into the younger man's hair, tugging him close into a kiss, slow and sweet as he catches his breath. ]
[Alhaitham hums softly into that kiss, leaning into it, letting Kaveh feel the pressure of his fingers as he climaxes and then slowly drawing them free so the other man can catch his breath and pull his head back together.]
Good?
[Not a question that really needs to be answered he thinks, but he asks it with the smallest touch of a smile at the corners of his mouth.]
Kaveh... [His expression turns thoughtful then, quietly curious, one hand weaving into his hair and rubbing idly at his scalp with blunt fingertips.] I want to do something with you that no one else has. Can you think of anything like that?
[ There's soft whine on Kaveh's lips when Alhaitham pulls his fingers free, even as he nods his assent into the space between them, mumbles something about how yes, it was good, really goodβ not a question that really needs to be answered for sure, but answered anyway.
The haze is just starting to clear when the younger poses a new question of him, something that has the blonde blinking in confusion. Something he's never done with anyone else? The list is... embarrassingly small, and those things he hasn't done but wants to are those that seem somehow wrong for this particular moment.
But there's an odd feeling in his gut, a reluctance to tell Alhaitham "no", and so the scribe will see crimson eyes narrow in the same thoughtful expression as Kaveh mulls over a few options.
He's not sure he really wants to make himself any more vulnerable than he's already feeling right now, so... ]
Do you trust me? [ His voice is soft, a little shaky despite what he's about to suggest. ] I... there's something I... I'd like to try edging you.
[On the contrary the list of things Alhaitham hasn't done persists in being rather long, and failing Kaveh being able to come up with something he was sure he could manage it instead. There's the flicker of a thought of wanting something just for the two of them to share, something that no one else gets to have, and he wonders if that is a kind of foolish selfishness that neither of them can afford here.
The question makes him look up, meeting Kaveh's eyes with faint surprise. Does he trust him? Kaveh has never asked him that question and Alhaitham had never thought he would need to.
Of course he trusts him. He trusts Kaveh as someone who knows him better than anyone. As a person who acts as a mirror to himself, keeping him connected to the world in a way that no one else can. As someone that he would place his life in the hands of, if there was ever a need to do so, and know it would be well taken care of.
What he actually asks feels like nothing in comparison.]
... All right.
[A little thrill of anticipatory excitement burns in him for a moment.]
[ If Alhaitham is watching closely enough, he'll see the flicker of shock as it passes over Kaveh's face. Despite his making the suggestion, he really didn't think that the younger would agree to it. It's a loss of control at best, and he knows that the other isn't really fond of having control taken out of his hands. So even as the words left Kaveh's lips, he was sure the other would say noβ
Instead, he replies in the affirmative, and for a moment the blonde is taken off-guard. ]
Okay.
[ His answer is quiet, almost hesitant, but then he sits up, drawing the other with him and moving to nudge him back against the bed instead, hands drawing those strong arms above Alhaitham's head. ]
Your turn to keep them up here. [ His head tilts, momentarily playful. ] The cuffs are right there. I'll use them if I have to.
[ And then, after a moment, the seriousness coming back into his face and voice: ]
[Though he could easily overpower Kaveh when it comes to physical strength the shift in position is allowed without complaint and Alhaitham curls his fingers around the headrail after Kaveh pushes his arms up.
His eyes don't leave the other man's for a moment - quiet, calm, trusting as he looks at him - then he gives a small nod.]
I haven't forgotten.
[He might have brought Kaveh to climax once already but Alhaitham's only relief so far has been in the occasional chafing of his still-clothed cock against Kaveh's thigh. He's painfully turned on and it shows even through the fitted fabric of his trousers, and even more so as Kaveh moves him over onto his back.
He isn't embarrassed, but he does briefly glance down at himself.]
If you wouldn't mind... The clothes are new, and I don't want to have to have them professionally cleaned already.
[ In a lot of ways, Kaveh is still reeling at how quickly and easily things have shifted between them. Alhaitham's request is met with a nod on the blonde's part, eyes momentarily fixed on the visible strain between his legs, and he smiles, leaning into the space between the two of them to press his mouth to the other's chestβ and if he's being slow, leaving soft touches against the skin as he doesβ then it's definitely on purpose, and it's a good thing that Alhaitham seems to have better self-control than he does. ]
You should dress like this more often.
[ The statement comes without much room for thought on Kaveh's side, a small smile on his lips as his hand moves to the front of Alhaitham's crotch to rub over it slowly as his kisses work their way down the other's chest. ]
You looked kind of like a librarian from Mondstadt or something.
[ Then, he sits again, pulling back to watch as both hands start to work on undoing his pants, a curious tilt of his head as he looks up at the other man's face again. ]
[Kaveh would know as well as Alhaitham does that things would not have shifted this easily without the younger man's express desire that they do so, but it turns out that he doesn't mind the picture of Kaveh leaning over him like this.
His breathing hitches softly, drawn in between his teeth as the stimulation of the other man's hand makes his hips twitch, and his fingers briefly tighten around the headrail.]
If it's below my collar, you can bite me anywhere you please.
[That had always been the rule, though in fairness he had not clarified it the first time he had told Kaveh not to bite him. He shifts his hips in subconscious anticipation of having his pants pulled off.]
Unless you have a driving need to mark what's yours.
[ Kaveh's eyes shoot up, a momentarily amused look on his face as he shakes his head. Only an idiot would think that Kaveh somehow wanted to mark Alhaitham as his.
And yet, he thinks, as he works to pull the other's pants down and over his hips, catching his underwear with them so that the scribe's arousal can lift free of its confines (making Kaveh bite his lip as his eyes are drawn), and yet right now are they not doing something explicitly for the two of them? Something he's never done beforeβ something he presumes Alhaitham has never done before?
Doesn't that, in some small way, make Alhaitham his? ]
Don't be stupid.
[ The words are almost spat out, but the anger is more at himself than it is Alhaitham. With a sigh, he drops his mouth to leave kisses over the other man's chest, and at the same time he takes his erection into his hand, starting to please it with smooth, quick strokes. ]
[Stupid, hm? Seems that Kaveh has already forgotten the words and actions that he showed in the baths when Alhaitham was riding on him and he tried to claim the man as his own.
Conveniently forgotten... perhaps not forgotten at all. Alhaitham flexes his fingers slightly against the headrail again and breathes out a quiet exhale, his brow furrowing just slightly as Kaveh kisses across his chest and takes hold of his cock. He swallows, the next inhale shuddering slightly.]
[ He has forgotten, to a certain degree. With how addled his mind was that day, Kaveh has told himself that anything he said or did doesn't matter, and done his best to put it out of his mind completely. So he's not thinking about it at all, especially right now as he's trying to keep himself held together in the face of this.
Still, he smiles at the other's words, and nods. If something not visible is fair game, then he already knows what he wants to do; he straightens up just enough that he can shift down to the other's legs, starting to pump him slowly as he lowers his mouth to Alhaitham's thigh.
Like this, he can attack the skin with kisses and bites, suck it between his lips to bully it with his tongue. All the while, his hand continues to move, finding a steady pace, fingers tightening and easing just a little with each stroke, exploring over his tip and smudging through the precum. ]
[The way that his hands keep twitching and flexing against the headrail speak volumes of how much he wants to touch the head between his thighs. Alhaitham's breathing catches, he gasps softly, and between the dual sensation of Kaveh's hand on his cock and the teeth and tongue drawing up a mark on the firm skin of his inner thigh one of his arms drops.
He touches Kaveh's hair.
Gently, at first. The other man may not even notice how Alhaitham's fingertips skim over blond locks, but then his fingers lightly weave into them and lightly grip, just enough to be felt but not enough for force Kaveh's head to move at all.
And should Kaveh take that moment to look at him he would find Alhaitham flushed, his pupils large and dark, sweat darkening the small wisps of ashen grey at his hairline.]
He told Alhaitham he wasn't allowed to touch, that he had to keep his hands up against the headrail.
It's barely been minutes, and there are fingers in his hair, weaving and gripping, and crimson eyes shoot up to meet the other's face.
What he finds there completely takes away his ability to be unhappy about it. A shaky breath gusts over the bruise he's left on the scribe's thigh, heart clenching in his chest as he reaches up to gently touch the other's wrist. ]
What did I say about no touching, mm Haitham?
[ But there really is no anger in his voice. He sits up, gently moves the other's hand back to the headrail, and holds it against it for a silent moment or two. ]
If you touch me again, I really will put the cuffs on you.
[ He shifts back to where he was, another breath over the skin. ]
I wanna do it the first time with my mouth. Any complaints?
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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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He pulls back, briefly kisses Kaveh's lips again, then deliberately rolls his fingertips over the man's prostate.]
Good boy. [Alhaitham murmurs gently. He is not one for false or insincere praise and has been quietly thinking his way through how he might like to present it, how Kaveh might like to hear it from him, and he thinks he can make it work.
The tone is a soft, sincere one as he speaks into the small space between their lips.]
You're doing so well for me. [Their eyes meet. He softly bumps the tips of their noses together.] So well-behaved.
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Good boy, Alhaitham says then, and the bliss of release comes to an abrupt halt, Kaveh's eyes openingβ and opening wide. A new flush of red works over his cheeks, dying them crimson as his body tightens in pleasure, a whimper on his lips as he clenches down around those fingers, dizzyingly close to an orgasm from those words alone.
Oh, fuck. This is a power he should never have introduced Alhaitham to, isn't it? ]
Iβ Iβ um.
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And it isn't as if he has never been close enough to the other man to notice the colour of his eyes before. He could pick the shade off a swatch if he had to, along with the man's hair colour and his preferences in clothing. The colour of them is not new to him but what is new is the sensation that flushes through him as that colour all but fills his vision.
It isn't just the one thing. A combination of everything rolls together. Alhaitham lightly cups the side of Kaveh's jaw and speaks softly, sincerely.]
Your eyes are beautiful.
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His eyesβ
Another tremor passes through him, another physical tightening of his muscles down around those fingers, even slowed as they are now. A soft whine forms on his lips, and he can't quite help the way his head tosses to the side, an instinctive rejection of the compliment offered to him by the other man. ]
N-no, no Iβ stop that..
[ The words are muttered, an attempt to get away from the situation that doesn't follow his own rulesβ not once is the name of his magnum opus even thought of, much less spoken into being. Just something else he'll have cause to wonder about later. ]
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[The way his fingers push in deeply is almost like a scolding punishment and he holds the stinging pressure there for a moment before he moves them again. His free hand guides Kaveh's head back around and although he feels something in the pit of his stomach jolt at the word 'stop' he remembers what they spoke of earlier.
Is this like that, then? Kaveh knows the word to use if he really wants things to halt. Alhaitham isn't sure how he feels about it but shakes that uncertainty off for the moment. There's no harm in what they're doing now.]
They are. I've never considered it before. [He pauses, then lightly kisses him again. His heart races almost painfully in his chest, sticking in his throat.] You're beautiful.
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Not just his eyes, now, but him too? Kaveh doesn't feel beautiful, what with his mussed hair and blown-out eyes and ruddied red cheeks. His voice dies in his throat before he can argue though, pressing up into the kiss even as he feels breathless, closing his eyes against the tears he can feel prickling at their corners. ]
I.. Alhaitham, youβ
[ For the first time in years, the exclamation of "you" on Kaveh's tongue is not made with a tone laced in anger. Rather, it's shaken and unsure, overwhelmed by the sensations and the words both. ]
You don't have toβ
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[He interrupts smoothly, quietly, cutting Kaveh off with another kiss. His chest aches again, strangely, and the briefest consideration that this entire thing was a mistake flits through his mind before it is just as quickly dismissed. He doesn't think so. Maybe it was something that they both needed.
Alhaitham glances up at where Kaveh's hands are cuffed up to the headrail, and decides that he doesn't like that right now. The older man would find his wrists released, and the scribe lightly guiding one of his arms up around him.]
I want you to hold on to me.
[His hand goes back to Kaveh's face, cradling it gently as he carefully adds a third finger to the two already thrusting into him.]
... I want to see your face when you fall apart.
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He answers the other's statement with a low moan, one half inspired by his words and half by the addition a third finger, his hips rutting down against the intrusion.
His breath quickens, and his eyes open once more to look up into Alhaitham's face, revealing the sheen of wet over them even as his look gains a hint of desperation, a bite of his lower lip. ]
Pleaseβ please tell me you don't intend to do that just with your fingers.
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The younger man realises his thoughts are repeating and draws himself back to the present, lightly smoothing his thumb across Kaveh's cheek. He exhales a soft, breathy chuckle.]
If you climax from just this, then it's fine... [It seems he might intend just that as he slowly spreads his fingers inside the man and then rubs up against that spot again. Something in the back of his mind is impatient, but he doesn't let it take over.]
We don't have to stop if you do.
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His lips part to attempt to stage a protest, but then fingers press over that one damn spot again, and he cries out instead, head tilting back against the pillow, eyelids fluttering and draping over his eyes as he whines. ]
Alhaithamβ
[ Fuck. Fuck, he's so close, and it feels like they've barely started, and Alhaitham is right here, and being so nice, andβ ]
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[He might get better at it over time. Alhaitham is not someone incapable of passion and emotion, as Kaveh well knows, but it tends to be viewed as a complication that he would rather just keep out of his life entirely.
Though, at one time, he would have said the same of what he's doing right now. Some things have changed quickly here.
He doesn't think that Kaveh will last even if they move on quickly now and so, rather than do that, he curls his fingers in again and aims for that same spot inside that made him moan like that.]
Just let it happen, Kaveh.
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For a moment, his eyes close, and then open again, half-lidded, lips parted with his panted breaths and soft whines.
It takes him a few seconds to regain himself enough to curl fingers into the younger man's hair, tugging him close into a kiss, slow and sweet as he catches his breath. ]
Haitham..
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Good?
[Not a question that really needs to be answered he thinks, but he asks it with the smallest touch of a smile at the corners of his mouth.]
Kaveh... [His expression turns thoughtful then, quietly curious, one hand weaving into his hair and rubbing idly at his scalp with blunt fingertips.] I want to do something with you that no one else has. Can you think of anything like that?
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The haze is just starting to clear when the younger poses a new question of him, something that has the blonde blinking in confusion. Something he's never done with anyone else? The list is... embarrassingly small, and those things he hasn't done but wants to are those that seem somehow wrong for this particular moment.
But there's an odd feeling in his gut, a reluctance to tell Alhaitham "no", and so the scribe will see crimson eyes narrow in the same thoughtful expression as Kaveh mulls over a few options.
He's not sure he really wants to make himself any more vulnerable than he's already feeling right now, so... ]
Do you trust me? [ His voice is soft, a little shaky despite what he's about to suggest. ] I... there's something I... I'd like to try edging you.
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The question makes him look up, meeting Kaveh's eyes with faint surprise. Does he trust him? Kaveh has never asked him that question and Alhaitham had never thought he would need to.
Of course he trusts him. He trusts Kaveh as someone who knows him better than anyone. As a person who acts as a mirror to himself, keeping him connected to the world in a way that no one else can. As someone that he would place his life in the hands of, if there was ever a need to do so, and know it would be well taken care of.
What he actually asks feels like nothing in comparison.]
... All right.
[A little thrill of anticipatory excitement burns in him for a moment.]
Then do that.
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Instead, he replies in the affirmative, and for a moment the blonde is taken off-guard. ]
Okay.
[ His answer is quiet, almost hesitant, but then he sits up, drawing the other with him and moving to nudge him back against the bed instead, hands drawing those strong arms above Alhaitham's head. ]
Your turn to keep them up here. [ His head tilts, momentarily playful. ] The cuffs are right there. I'll use them if I have to.
[ And then, after a moment, the seriousness coming back into his face and voice: ]
Remember, the word is Alcazarzaray. Alright?
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His eyes don't leave the other man's for a moment - quiet, calm, trusting as he looks at him - then he gives a small nod.]
I haven't forgotten.
[He might have brought Kaveh to climax once already but Alhaitham's only relief so far has been in the occasional chafing of his still-clothed cock against Kaveh's thigh. He's painfully turned on and it shows even through the fitted fabric of his trousers, and even more so as Kaveh moves him over onto his back.
He isn't embarrassed, but he does briefly glance down at himself.]
If you wouldn't mind... The clothes are new, and I don't want to have to have them professionally cleaned already.
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You should dress like this more often.
[ The statement comes without much room for thought on Kaveh's side, a small smile on his lips as his hand moves to the front of Alhaitham's crotch to rub over it slowly as his kisses work their way down the other's chest. ]
You looked kind of like a librarian from Mondstadt or something.
[ Then, he sits again, pulling back to watch as both hands start to work on undoing his pants, a curious tilt of his head as he looks up at the other man's face again. ]
Are "no biting" rules still in place, Haitham?
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His breathing hitches softly, drawn in between his teeth as the stimulation of the other man's hand makes his hips twitch, and his fingers briefly tighten around the headrail.]
If it's below my collar, you can bite me anywhere you please.
[That had always been the rule, though in fairness he had not clarified it the first time he had told Kaveh not to bite him. He shifts his hips in subconscious anticipation of having his pants pulled off.]
Unless you have a driving need to mark what's yours.
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And yet, he thinks, as he works to pull the other's pants down and over his hips, catching his underwear with them so that the scribe's arousal can lift free of its confines (making Kaveh bite his lip as his eyes are drawn), and yet right now are they not doing something explicitly for the two of them? Something he's never done beforeβ something he presumes Alhaitham has never done before?
Doesn't that, in some small way, make Alhaitham his? ]
Don't be stupid.
[ The words are almost spat out, but the anger is more at himself than it is Alhaitham. With a sigh, he drops his mouth to leave kisses over the other man's chest, and at the same time he takes his erection into his hand, starting to please it with smooth, quick strokes. ]
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[Stupid, hm? Seems that Kaveh has already forgotten the words and actions that he showed in the baths when Alhaitham was riding on him and he tried to claim the man as his own.
Conveniently forgotten... perhaps not forgotten at all. Alhaitham flexes his fingers slightly against the headrail again and breathes out a quiet exhale, his brow furrowing just slightly as Kaveh kisses across his chest and takes hold of his cock. He swallows, the next inhale shuddering slightly.]
Regardless, I meant what I said.
[Anything below the collar is fair game.]
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Still, he smiles at the other's words, and nods. If something not visible is fair game, then he already knows what he wants to do; he straightens up just enough that he can shift down to the other's legs, starting to pump him slowly as he lowers his mouth to Alhaitham's thigh.
Like this, he can attack the skin with kisses and bites, suck it between his lips to bully it with his tongue. All the while, his hand continues to move, finding a steady pace, fingers tightening and easing just a little with each stroke, exploring over his tip and smudging through the precum. ]
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He touches Kaveh's hair.
Gently, at first. The other man may not even notice how Alhaitham's fingertips skim over blond locks, but then his fingers lightly weave into them and lightly grip, just enough to be felt but not enough for force Kaveh's head to move at all.
And should Kaveh take that moment to look at him he would find Alhaitham flushed, his pupils large and dark, sweat darkening the small wisps of ashen grey at his hairline.]
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He told Alhaitham he wasn't allowed to touch, that he had to keep his hands up against the headrail.
It's barely been minutes, and there are fingers in his hair, weaving and gripping, and crimson eyes shoot up to meet the other's face.
What he finds there completely takes away his ability to be unhappy about it. A shaky breath gusts over the bruise he's left on the scribe's thigh, heart clenching in his chest as he reaches up to gently touch the other's wrist. ]
What did I say about no touching, mm Haitham?
[ But there really is no anger in his voice. He sits up, gently moves the other's hand back to the headrail, and holds it against it for a silent moment or two. ]
If you touch me again, I really will put the cuffs on you.
[ He shifts back to where he was, another breath over the skin. ]
I wanna do it the first time with my mouth. Any complaints?
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