[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?
[He doesn't expect that Kaveh will actually be annoyed by his disobedience. Nor, he thinks, would he actually consent to having his hands bound. He can behave himself if he sets his mind to doing so, but in the moment it was simply impossible to resist reaching out.
And he absolutely does not regret it.
His brow furrows softly at the question. Kaveh has suggested this before, more than once, and each time Alhaitham has refused because the idea of it just did not appeal to him. Even now he isn't sure, not really, but the thought of the older man's mouth on his cock sends a tingle of anticipation across his skin. He swallows, watching him for a moment, then shakes his head.]
Only a compromise.
[And he moves his hand down from where Kaveh had pushed it back up to the headrail, lightly brushing his fingertips to the blond man's jaw.]
[ He blinks, and his lips part in a questionβ a compromise?β that goes unasked as Alhaitham's fingertips brush along his jaw... and just like that, he's won over, no plan in mind of even starting to bind the other's wrists.
(And the funny part is that it's less about getting to finally please Alhaitham with his mouth and more about the fact that the scribe apparently wants to touch him enough that he would bargain for it.)
Kaveh pushes that thought aside and licks his lips, pausing to nod up at Alhaitham. ]
Okay. But just my hair and my face for now, alright?
[ And he waits, pausing his ministrations and movements while he does, perhaps a little to tease the other man, but also because he's not sure he can focus on any answer the other should give when preparing to go down on him. ]
[A compromise. Alhaitham is capable of them as Kaveh well knows, as much as he often presents himself as someone utterly unmoving for such things, but this is certainly one of which the older man would never have seen the like before.]
Mm. That is all I want.
[No grabbing, no pushing, only the light touch of his fingers in Kaveh's hair. He brushes his fingertips over the blond locks, tracking the movement of his hand for a moment before his gaze shifts back as Kaveh pauses.]
[ It takes him a moment to adjust when Alhaitham stops talking; unfortunately for him, in that short time, the other has noticed his pause and is asking, checking in on him as if something were wrong. A light flush comes to his cheeks, and Kaveh lifts his head to shake it, smiling faintly. ]
No, it's nothing. I was just waiting to hear what you said. I want you to be able to focus completely on this, after all. Show you what you've been missing.
[ The words are cheeky, not quite matching his toneβ his tone, laced with uncertainty because why should he have lost himself over something as small as this? And why is he thinking so much about how he needs to blow Alhaitham's mind with his efforts?
No pun intended.
Another smile, and Kaveh leans over him, hand cupping and stroking lightly around the base of his shaft as his mouth closes over the tip, tongue flickering over the skin and tasting. ]
['Show you what you've been missing', he says, and Alhaitham lets out a little huff of air through his nose. He's still not entirely sure about this, only allowing it because it is Kaveh and quite ready to call a stop to it the moment he decides whether or not he enjoys it through experience. At least they are both of sound mind now and he can trust it to stop if he doesn't like it after all.
Admittedly, there is something enticing about having the older man between his thighs like that. The image is definitely not an unpleasant one.
Still, he twitches and makes a soft sound, his expression pinching as Kaveh's mouth closes around the tip of his cock. He inhales sharply, his hand tightening around the headrail while the other stays resting lightly on the other man's head, unable to deny the definite tingle of pleasure that sparks through him at the sensation.
It's different to being inside him or having a hand around his length. Warm and wet. His brow furrows slightly as his legs shift restlessly for a moment, heels digging against the bed sheets.
But he doesn't say anything, so Kaveh can assume that he's fine for now. Alhaitham hasn't taken his eyes off him yet.]
[ The sharp inhale is practically music to Kaveh's ears, and paired with the fact that Alhaitham doesn't tell him to stop, he takes it as a positive sign. After all, despite his bravado, he knows all too well that the other has been hesitant to accept this from him, even if he doesn't know why.
Maybe that's why he needs it to be amazing.
Part of him wants to watch the expressions play out over Alhaitham's face, but for now at least he can't help the way his eyes close as he starts to work himself slowly against him, staying just around the head at first and then dipping slightly lower, taking him slowly deeper as he explores every last inch of skin with lips and tongue in turn. Where his mouth doesn't yet reach, his fingers continue slowly stroking, matching his exploratory pace.
He hums his content as his tongue swipes out over the head again, tasting the precum beading at the slit. This is what he wantedβ ]
[He tries to settle into it. To enjoy it for what it is. There's an undeniable aspect of pleasure to the whole thing as his body reacts but as Kaveh continues Alhaitham realises one thing with absolute, crystal clear certainty.
He does not like this.
The shivers racing across him give way to an uncomfortable sensation of his skin crawling as he shifts again, nudges his palm against Kaveh's forehead and then fully pushes him back. Alhaitham half sits up, his gaze wavering and uncharacteristically unsure as he shakes his head.]
Stop.
[Truth be told he does have an idea of why Kaveh has been so insistent on it. Maybe for anyone else it would be a grand experience, but for Alhaitham himself the lack of appeal is showing itself quite clearly in the evident waning of his arousal.
He frowns, trying to work through his own thoughts.]
I don'tβ... I don't want that from you. Or anyone.
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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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And he absolutely does not regret it.
His brow furrows softly at the question. Kaveh has suggested this before, more than once, and each time Alhaitham has refused because the idea of it just did not appeal to him. Even now he isn't sure, not really, but the thought of the older man's mouth on his cock sends a tingle of anticipation across his skin. He swallows, watching him for a moment, then shakes his head.]
Only a compromise.
[And he moves his hand down from where Kaveh had pushed it back up to the headrail, lightly brushing his fingertips to the blond man's jaw.]
I want to touch you.
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(And the funny part is that it's less about getting to finally please Alhaitham with his mouth and more about the fact that the scribe apparently wants to touch him enough that he would bargain for it.)
Kaveh pushes that thought aside and licks his lips, pausing to nod up at Alhaitham. ]
Okay. But just my hair and my face for now, alright?
[ And he waits, pausing his ministrations and movements while he does, perhaps a little to tease the other man, but also because he's not sure he can focus on any answer the other should give when preparing to go down on him. ]
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Mm. That is all I want.
[No grabbing, no pushing, only the light touch of his fingers in Kaveh's hair. He brushes his fingertips over the blond locks, tracking the movement of his hand for a moment before his gaze shifts back as Kaveh pauses.]
... What is it?
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No, it's nothing. I was just waiting to hear what you said. I want you to be able to focus completely on this, after all. Show you what you've been missing.
[ The words are cheeky, not quite matching his toneβ his tone, laced with uncertainty because why should he have lost himself over something as small as this? And why is he thinking so much about how he needs to blow Alhaitham's mind with his efforts?
No pun intended.
Another smile, and Kaveh leans over him, hand cupping and stroking lightly around the base of his shaft as his mouth closes over the tip, tongue flickering over the skin and tasting. ]
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Admittedly, there is something enticing about having the older man between his thighs like that. The image is definitely not an unpleasant one.
Still, he twitches and makes a soft sound, his expression pinching as Kaveh's mouth closes around the tip of his cock. He inhales sharply, his hand tightening around the headrail while the other stays resting lightly on the other man's head, unable to deny the definite tingle of pleasure that sparks through him at the sensation.
It's different to being inside him or having a hand around his length. Warm and wet. His brow furrows slightly as his legs shift restlessly for a moment, heels digging against the bed sheets.
But he doesn't say anything, so Kaveh can assume that he's fine for now. Alhaitham hasn't taken his eyes off him yet.]
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Maybe that's why he needs it to be amazing.
Part of him wants to watch the expressions play out over Alhaitham's face, but for now at least he can't help the way his eyes close as he starts to work himself slowly against him, staying just around the head at first and then dipping slightly lower, taking him slowly deeper as he explores every last inch of skin with lips and tongue in turn. Where his mouth doesn't yet reach, his fingers continue slowly stroking, matching his exploratory pace.
He hums his content as his tongue swipes out over the head again, tasting the precum beading at the slit. This is what he wantedβ ]
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He does not like this.
The shivers racing across him give way to an uncomfortable sensation of his skin crawling as he shifts again, nudges his palm against Kaveh's forehead and then fully pushes him back. Alhaitham half sits up, his gaze wavering and uncharacteristically unsure as he shakes his head.]
Stop.
[Truth be told he does have an idea of why Kaveh has been so insistent on it. Maybe for anyone else it would be a grand experience, but for Alhaitham himself the lack of appeal is showing itself quite clearly in the evident waning of his arousal.
He frowns, trying to work through his own thoughts.]
I don'tβ... I don't want that from you. Or anyone.
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