[ Under his touch, he can feel Alhaitham hardening again, and he sighs between their kisses as his free hand curls up into the younger's hair, stroking through the strands and nails scratching light against the scalp. It's not what he had planned, but it's still nice, and in the end the most important thing is that he makes Alhaitham feel good, andβ
and it doesn't quite stop his expression from faltering at the comment, eyes finally openingβ to show a hint of irritation in red instead of whatever vulnerable softness was there before. ]
If I thought you were commenting on my prowess, you'd no longer be in my bed. [ There's a hint of venom in his voice, perhaps not as strongly as it might have been if they weren't kissing just moments before, but still there.
Then, his strokes pause, and he sighs, eyes flitting away. ]
Sorry. Let's just... not talk about that right now. Not when I'm...
[ A shake of his head, a stronger fire in his gaze as it meets Alhaitham's again. ]
[He's not shy to say he's still figuring things out. Kaveh of all people knows very well that most of this is still new to him and there's no way for him to know what he does and doesn't like until he tries it...
And they tried it, and he did not like it, and that's fine.
Alhaitham shakes his head slightly.]
Doesn't need to be talked about.
[As far as he is concerned they have already moved past it, are there not better things to be concentrating on at the moment?]
But you should remember that I am not always trying to insult you. [Sometimes he is, even if the intent itself isn't to insult. He knows the things he says are insulting regardless of how he means them. He looks up at Kaveh's face, lightly cupping his cheek with one hand.] Keep going like this. Please.
[ Doesn't it? It was Alhaitham who brought it up after the fact, after all, or maybe that was just to say what he needed to say about it, to let Kaveh know that it's not him. ]
I might have some questions, if you don't mind. I just... wanna make sure I know what you do and don't like.
[ After all, it seems that they're determined, both of them, to keep going like this, to keep finding one another in these momentsβ those of desperation and those of genuine want.
(There's a fear, somewhere in the back of his mind, that he doesn't understand.) ]
But... I know you're not.
[ It's an admission hard won, even as Kaveh's hand starts moving over Alhaitham again, picking up a hint of speed; when a hand cups his cheek, he tilts it for a moment before leaning in to kiss him again, something soft and sweet in contrast to the way he thumbs over the head of his arousal, seeking the places he likes the best. ]
[He is quite happy to tell Kaveh what he does and doesn't like in this scenario. What they're doing right now, he definitely likes, and his body's reactions tell that story for him as much as they displayed his discomfort before.
Alhaitham meets the next kiss with a soft sigh. He slides his free arm around the older man's back and leans into him, parting his lips against the kiss to deepen it. He can feel his arousal growing, a steady lift rather than a sharp, uncontrollable spike of lust, and he likes that too.]
Mm--
[Kaveh sweeps his thumb over the head of his cock and Alhaitham feels the pleasure tingle down the insides of his thighs, He breaks away from the kiss with a quick exhale and then chuckles quietly.]
[ It's a mumbled promise between their kiss; it seems wrong almost to ask questions like that when he can literally feel Alhaitham's arousal starting to reawaken under his touch, when his focus is attentive to the other's sounds and movements rather than anything else he might want to talk about.
Like that, he says, and Kaveh smiles, repeating the same motion as his hand continues to move along the other's cock. And as he hardens, the blonde picks up speed, little by little until he's reached a smooth, steady rhythm.
He offers Alhaitham a smile, and then presses a kiss to the corner of his lips, watching his face for hints and signs of his pleasure. ]
Remember, [ he murmurs. ] You have to tell me when you're close.
[That is not to say that he won't forget, with everything going on, but for now he has not forgotten. He shifts against Kaveh's touch, smiles faintly against the next kiss pressed against his lips, and wraps his arms loosely around the other man's shoulders while he works him over.
All the better to be able to slide his fingers into the older man's hair and gently grip it as his hips twitch against that nimble hand.]
Hm--
[Not yet, but his breathing catches and then he sighs, digging the tips of his fingers against the warm skin of Kaveh's back. His pupils are dilated, black pools framed with green, and he nudges his nose against Kaveh's before he kisses him again. His voice is a low murmur - distracted.]
[ He says he hasn't forgotten, but Kaveh is still careful to track the other's reactions as much as he can, not wanting them both to get so caught up in the moment that Alhaitham reaches the point of no return before they can do anything about it.
Or that's the plan, anyway.
It's too easy for him to get sidetracked, lost to the way Alhaitham's breath hitches before he sighs, to the way he murmurs distractedly into their kiss, urging Kaveh to continue what he's doing. There's something remarkably attractive about the way the scribe gives himself over to the pleasure, hips twitching and fingers gripping; it makes the blonde squirm with his own unanswered need.
He sweeps his thumb over the head of Alhaitham's arousal, smoothing it against the slit before sliding back into that same rhythm, his teeth catching softly against the younger's lower lip. ]
[He hasn't quite forgotten what he needs to - what he needs to tell Kaveh when it's time - but it keeps slipping in and out of his mind as he languidly moves against him. Alhaitham isn't loud. He rarely has been at any point they have been together, but that doesn't mean that his enjoyment is any less clear. He leans into each kiss, rocks his hips against Kaveh's hand, and as he feels the pleasure bubbling up in him curling into a tight heat in the pit of his stomach--]
Stop--
[Gods, he almost forgot entirely. A sharp breath hisses in between his teeth as he grabs hold of Kaveh's wrist and looks at him urgently before pressing their foreheads together.]
Ah-- hah. If you touch me again, I'm--
[It's hard to hold it back even without Kaveh's hand on him. The scribe's expression pinches slightly as he huffs out a strained gasp.]
[ He's just enjoying their kisses, relishing in the way Alhaitham silently shows his appreciation, when all of a sudden the younger man hisses out and grabs at his wrist, huffing out the words to explain himself (not that Kaveh needs an explanation this time, having understood immediately what was happening). He smiles, and his hands lift to stroke across Alhaitham's cheeks as if to soothe and comfort him through the loss of pleasure as he waits for him to come down far enough from his high that he can continue.
(And he's privately amazed, just a little, at the scribe's sheer willpower, the strain in his expression as he struggles to stave off his own orgasm.) ]
Just breathe.
[ It's a whisper, his eyes soft and fond as he watches the other, fingers smoothing over his cheeks, lips stealing a quick, soft kiss. ]
Breathe through it. You're doing so well, Alhaitham.
Every point of contact burns. The tension of his thighs against Kaveh's, the pressure of his forehead leaning into him, each point where he's gripping against him with a slightly-too-tight hold. Alhaitham exhales slowly, inhales, exhales again, and forces himself to relax. He pushes that rising tide back and feels himself shaking with the effort, something irritated and impatient sparking in the back of his mind that demands more.
It's... intense. His cock throbs, hard and flushed and beading precum in clear warning of how close he is to orgasm. The scribe presses his mouth hard and firm to Kaveh's and kisses him deeply, reproachfully biting at his lower lip when they part.]
Mm... now-- now what?
[Is that Alhaitham requesting direction..? Wonders surely will never cease.]
[ Kaveh's gaze continues to search Alhaitham's face, watching him as he strains and shakes, feels the sensation of those fingers gripping just that little too tight on him, relishes in the reproachful bite that comes after that hard, hungry kiss.
But there's nothing anywhere near as wonderful as the sound of the other's voice asking what's next. It sends a delightful shiver down Kaveh's spine, and he allows his hand to trail down over the other's chest and rest at his abdomen, teasing him with proximity. ]
Just a little longer.
[ It's a whisper, breathy and wanton, as Kaveh's eyes trail down, watching the way his cock is flushed and beading. He has no idea how long he's meant to wait, but Alhaitham's shaky breathing seems to have steadied somewhat, soβ
His hand wraps around him again, starting once more with slow, steady strokes. ]
[Just how he holds on as well as he does is a wonder in itself, and though his breathing does ease before Kaveh takes hold of him it's more deceptive than it may seem. Just a little longer, he said, but his hand might as well have an electric current running through it for how difficult his touch is for Alhaitham to overlook.
While he could not be said to pride himself on being level-headed, on being in control of himself, those two things have always been a fact of Alhaitham's life. Here, both of those things are very swiftly overstepped. His hips twitch into Kaveh's hand as the slow stroking of his cock yanks him back to the brink of orgasm as if he had never taken the time to calm himself down at all.
It happens all at once. His breath catches against the back of his teeth and although he's quiet, barely making a sound save for that soft hiss of air, the way he feels is more than evident in how his entire body stiffens against Kaveh and how his fingertips dig into the older man's shoulders.
He spills over Kaveh's hand with a gasp then lightly presses their foreheads together, panting quietly.]
[ The ease of Alhaitham's breath is deceptive, and in the end, Kaveh realizes what's happening too late. He feels the way the younger's body stiffens, the way his fingers dig, but it's too late to stop, and the blonde bites his lip at the sensation of the other spilling over his hand.
...Fuck.
He smiles as the other's forehead presses into his own, stroking over him a few more times as he finishes before coming to a rest. His free hand lifts to gently stroke across his cheek, as if to soothe and relax him. Kaveh aches with the embarrassment of having screwed it up for him, having obviously started over again too soon without enough time to rest, and there's an apology on the tip of his tongue but he doesn't want to take the moment away from the other just yet.
And so he uses his hand to tilt Alhaitham's face into his, a soft meeting of their lips. ]
How are you feeling? [ he whispers, following the words with another kiss. Maybe, if the younger man enjoyed himself, it doesn't matter too much that he fucked up. All Kaveh wanted was him to feel good anyway... ]
[He doesn't think that this is how Kaveh wanted it to go but he really doesn't care, either.
And for once, when Kaveh guides his face like that, he doesn't try to move himself out of the older man's grip. He allows it, meeting his lips in a soft kiss, and at the question he lets out a low, warm chuckle.]
I feel fine.
[Alhaitham feels good, not concerned at all with whether or not the experience was 'screwed up'. He nudges their noses together when they part from the kiss and lets out a quiet breath.]
[ Kaveh smiles, a relieved expression on his face, nudging his nose back against Alhaitham's as he laughs softly in return. ]
Good. Good, I'm glad. I was worried.. it didn't go quite how I meant it to, so I'm glad it wasn't ruined for you.
[ He's not sure why, but the idea of ruining even something small like this when Alhaitham came to him explicitly for sex feels devastating. So he's glad. ]
You did really well, too. I... I don't know how you had the strength to stop me the first time. I wouldn't have been able to do that.
[He's not writing off the experience even if it didn't go entirely to plan. Coming to Kaveh explicitly for sex was one thing, but he didn't exactly have any intentions beyond that...
Alhaitham exhales softly through his nose, almost another little chuckle, and lets himself relax against Kaveh for a moment.]
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and it doesn't quite stop his expression from faltering at the comment, eyes finally openingβ to show a hint of irritation in red instead of whatever vulnerable softness was there before. ]
If I thought you were commenting on my prowess, you'd no longer be in my bed. [ There's a hint of venom in his voice, perhaps not as strongly as it might have been if they weren't kissing just moments before, but still there.
Then, his strokes pause, and he sighs, eyes flitting away. ]
Sorry. Let's just... not talk about that right now. Not when I'm...
[ A shake of his head, a stronger fire in his gaze as it meets Alhaitham's again. ]
After, okay?
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And they tried it, and he did not like it, and that's fine.
Alhaitham shakes his head slightly.]
Doesn't need to be talked about.
[As far as he is concerned they have already moved past it, are there not better things to be concentrating on at the moment?]
But you should remember that I am not always trying to insult you. [Sometimes he is, even if the intent itself isn't to insult. He knows the things he says are insulting regardless of how he means them. He looks up at Kaveh's face, lightly cupping his cheek with one hand.] Keep going like this. Please.
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I might have some questions, if you don't mind. I just... wanna make sure I know what you do and don't like.
[ After all, it seems that they're determined, both of them, to keep going like this, to keep finding one another in these momentsβ those of desperation and those of genuine want.
(There's a fear, somewhere in the back of his mind, that he doesn't understand.) ]
But... I know you're not.
[ It's an admission hard won, even as Kaveh's hand starts moving over Alhaitham again, picking up a hint of speed; when a hand cups his cheek, he tilts it for a moment before leaning in to kiss him again, something soft and sweet in contrast to the way he thumbs over the head of his arousal, seeking the places he likes the best. ]
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[He is quite happy to tell Kaveh what he does and doesn't like in this scenario. What they're doing right now, he definitely likes, and his body's reactions tell that story for him as much as they displayed his discomfort before.
Alhaitham meets the next kiss with a soft sigh. He slides his free arm around the older man's back and leans into him, parting his lips against the kiss to deepen it. He can feel his arousal growing, a steady lift rather than a sharp, uncontrollable spike of lust, and he likes that too.]
Mm--
[Kaveh sweeps his thumb over the head of his cock and Alhaitham feels the pleasure tingle down the insides of his thighs, He breaks away from the kiss with a quick exhale and then chuckles quietly.]
Mm. Like that.
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[ It's a mumbled promise between their kiss; it seems wrong almost to ask questions like that when he can literally feel Alhaitham's arousal starting to reawaken under his touch, when his focus is attentive to the other's sounds and movements rather than anything else he might want to talk about.
Like that, he says, and Kaveh smiles, repeating the same motion as his hand continues to move along the other's cock. And as he hardens, the blonde picks up speed, little by little until he's reached a smooth, steady rhythm.
He offers Alhaitham a smile, and then presses a kiss to the corner of his lips, watching his face for hints and signs of his pleasure. ]
Remember, [ he murmurs. ] You have to tell me when you're close.
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[That is not to say that he won't forget, with everything going on, but for now he has not forgotten. He shifts against Kaveh's touch, smiles faintly against the next kiss pressed against his lips, and wraps his arms loosely around the other man's shoulders while he works him over.
All the better to be able to slide his fingers into the older man's hair and gently grip it as his hips twitch against that nimble hand.]
Hm--
[Not yet, but his breathing catches and then he sighs, digging the tips of his fingers against the warm skin of Kaveh's back. His pupils are dilated, black pools framed with green, and he nudges his nose against Kaveh's before he kisses him again. His voice is a low murmur - distracted.]
Just-- Just like that...
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Or that's the plan, anyway.
It's too easy for him to get sidetracked, lost to the way Alhaitham's breath hitches before he sighs, to the way he murmurs distractedly into their kiss, urging Kaveh to continue what he's doing. There's something remarkably attractive about the way the scribe gives himself over to the pleasure, hips twitching and fingers gripping; it makes the blonde squirm with his own unanswered need.
He sweeps his thumb over the head of Alhaitham's arousal, smoothing it against the slit before sliding back into that same rhythm, his teeth catching softly against the younger's lower lip. ]
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Stop--
[Gods, he almost forgot entirely. A sharp breath hisses in between his teeth as he grabs hold of Kaveh's wrist and looks at him urgently before pressing their foreheads together.]
Ah-- hah. If you touch me again, I'm--
[It's hard to hold it back even without Kaveh's hand on him. The scribe's expression pinches slightly as he huffs out a strained gasp.]
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(And he's privately amazed, just a little, at the scribe's sheer willpower, the strain in his expression as he struggles to stave off his own orgasm.) ]
Just breathe.
[ It's a whisper, his eyes soft and fond as he watches the other, fingers smoothing over his cheeks, lips stealing a quick, soft kiss. ]
Breathe through it. You're doing so well, Alhaitham.
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Every point of contact burns. The tension of his thighs against Kaveh's, the pressure of his forehead leaning into him, each point where he's gripping against him with a slightly-too-tight hold. Alhaitham exhales slowly, inhales, exhales again, and forces himself to relax. He pushes that rising tide back and feels himself shaking with the effort, something irritated and impatient sparking in the back of his mind that demands more.
It's... intense. His cock throbs, hard and flushed and beading precum in clear warning of how close he is to orgasm. The scribe presses his mouth hard and firm to Kaveh's and kisses him deeply, reproachfully biting at his lower lip when they part.]
Mm... now-- now what?
[Is that Alhaitham requesting direction..? Wonders surely will never cease.]
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But there's nothing anywhere near as wonderful as the sound of the other's voice asking what's next. It sends a delightful shiver down Kaveh's spine, and he allows his hand to trail down over the other's chest and rest at his abdomen, teasing him with proximity. ]
Just a little longer.
[ It's a whisper, breathy and wanton, as Kaveh's eyes trail down, watching the way his cock is flushed and beading. He has no idea how long he's meant to wait, but Alhaitham's shaky breathing seems to have steadied somewhat, soβ
His hand wraps around him again, starting once more with slow, steady strokes. ]
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[Just how he holds on as well as he does is a wonder in itself, and though his breathing does ease before Kaveh takes hold of him it's more deceptive than it may seem. Just a little longer, he said, but his hand might as well have an electric current running through it for how difficult his touch is for Alhaitham to overlook.
While he could not be said to pride himself on being level-headed, on being in control of himself, those two things have always been a fact of Alhaitham's life. Here, both of those things are very swiftly overstepped. His hips twitch into Kaveh's hand as the slow stroking of his cock yanks him back to the brink of orgasm as if he had never taken the time to calm himself down at all.
It happens all at once. His breath catches against the back of his teeth and although he's quiet, barely making a sound save for that soft hiss of air, the way he feels is more than evident in how his entire body stiffens against Kaveh and how his fingertips dig into the older man's shoulders.
He spills over Kaveh's hand with a gasp then lightly presses their foreheads together, panting quietly.]
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...Fuck.
He smiles as the other's forehead presses into his own, stroking over him a few more times as he finishes before coming to a rest. His free hand lifts to gently stroke across his cheek, as if to soothe and relax him. Kaveh aches with the embarrassment of having screwed it up for him, having obviously started over again too soon without enough time to rest, and there's an apology on the tip of his tongue but he doesn't want to take the moment away from the other just yet.
And so he uses his hand to tilt Alhaitham's face into his, a soft meeting of their lips. ]
How are you feeling? [ he whispers, following the words with another kiss. Maybe, if the younger man enjoyed himself, it doesn't matter too much that he fucked up. All Kaveh wanted was him to feel good anyway... ]
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[He doesn't think that this is how Kaveh wanted it to go but he really doesn't care, either.
And for once, when Kaveh guides his face like that, he doesn't try to move himself out of the older man's grip. He allows it, meeting his lips in a soft kiss, and at the question he lets out a low, warm chuckle.]
I feel fine.
[Alhaitham feels good, not concerned at all with whether or not the experience was 'screwed up'. He nudges their noses together when they part from the kiss and lets out a quiet breath.]
That was good.
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Good. Good, I'm glad. I was worried.. it didn't go quite how I meant it to, so I'm glad it wasn't ruined for you.
[ He's not sure why, but the idea of ruining even something small like this when Alhaitham came to him explicitly for sex feels devastating. So he's glad. ]
You did really well, too. I... I don't know how you had the strength to stop me the first time. I wouldn't have been able to do that.
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[He's not writing off the experience even if it didn't go entirely to plan. Coming to Kaveh explicitly for sex was one thing, but he didn't exactly have any intentions beyond that...
Alhaitham exhales softly through his nose, almost another little chuckle, and lets himself relax against Kaveh for a moment.]
I think I can control myself next time.