[ Kaveh hums lowly in answer to Arthur's agreement, head tilting back to allow the other as much access to his jaw as he wants. He is of course very aware of the hooks and straps slowly coming undone, and he rewards the other man for it with slow brushes of his fingers over Arthur's undershirt, tracing the space between muscles, and then over his arms and the burn marks there.
It's his way of showing that none of it bothers him. Just in case Arthur is self-conscious.
His fingers hook into the bottom hem of the undershirt, a question in his eyes as he sighs. ]
[He is exceptionally self conscious about it, but he nods once because Kaveh is a friend, not an intermittent lover, and somehow that makes things easier. He helps his way out of the undershirt, revealing what might be a shockingly skinny frame, though he and John have worked over the past eight weeks to remedy three months of starvation in the pits. There is a stab wound in his stomach that has healed, as well as a gunshot wound to the right of it and one in his chest. The same bite mark on his arm, the one that looks like an animal, is the same one on his abdomen. The most recent wound is the one to his shoulder, the one that looks like a stabbing from a blunt object.
Arthur swallows hard, his thumb brushing against the other's skin laid bare for him now.]
I'm alright. [He manages to get that out.] It's - I'm alright.
But I do - I would like to kiss you again and touch you more.
[ The sudden reassurance is perhaps the best thing Arthur could offer him, if only because, as they work him out of his undershirt, the sight of him concerns Kaveh more than anything. The words comfort him, though, make him relax just a little even as his fingers skate lightly over Arthur's waist, not sure if he's meant to touch or leave alone. ]
Okay. [ He whispers, and he thinks he'll ask later, but for now...
He nods, and reaches up a hand to brush against the other's cheek. ]
Me too.
[ He leans in close, pressing his mouth to Arthur's once more, tongue brushing against his lower lip as he settles, a fresh sigh on his breath. His free hand splays over the other's chest, following once more the lines between leanβfar, far too leanβmuscle. (He'll have to feed him, he thinks.) His teeth are playful, nipping at his lower lip as he draws him closer. ]
[Arthur encourages the touch. He brings that had to his skin, keeps it tight against his chest, kisses him with renewed desire. The touch of his tongue against his mouth is enough that he shivers, and sits up slightly, trying to get the other man on his back. He drops down to his neck, kissing along his shoulder and collarbone.]
You're - You're beautiful. I always thought that, you know. [He is so genuine as he says it, so earnest in his meaning. He slides one hand down along his side, hesitantly exploring fingers between his legs.]
[ When Arthur sits to try to have him lie back, Kaveh follows obediently, head tilting back with a soft sigh as the other's mouth trails down over his shoulder and collarbone. His hand still stays right there against the other's chest, enjoying not only the sensation of his heartbeat, but the way Arthur seeks to hold him there.
And to the earnest, genuine compliment, he finds his cheeks flush warm all over again, something fond in his expression as he tries to glance at the other.
His legs part for that hand even as he does. ]
You're sweet, Arthur, you know that? [ His free hand lifts, running lightly through the other man's hair. Then, with a shy chuckle: ] And, for the record, very handsome.
[But he's flattered and grateful for his words, and he kisses him in thanks as he takes his cock in hand. More confident now, desire flushing in his cheeks, he opens his mouth to him, wanting to taste him in turn.]
[ With a low sound, he leans into the kiss, his lips parting also as his tongue flicks teasing over Arthur's lips, hips stuttering a little under the other's touch, cock already hardening from the ministrations they've shared. His hands move to the other's hips, resting against the waistline of his pants. ]
Then I can't believe you. Everything you say is a lie. [He says it so easily, so softly, nipping at his lips as he does. Arthur loves the gentleness of his touch, the softness of his voice and his words. But there's a familiar and pleasant jolt as he strokes his hand expertly across that sensitive skin. He sits up, working him slowly at first.]
[ Kaveh chuckles, shaking his head. Even as his hips arch, even as he presses into that soft, teasing kiss, he smiles, a murmur on his own lips. ] I can be biased and still telling the truth, you know.
[ He might think to argue more, but those slow strokes are distracting him from doing so, another soft moan on his mouth as he licks at the teeth that nip at him, as he mimics the motion to nip at the other in turn. Arthur's hand on him feels good, and he wants to return that sensation...
His fingers push slightly at his waistband. ]
May I? [ With Arthur's earlier reluctance around his own body, Kaveh just wants to be sure... ]
[Arthur is quick to nod. He is dying to know what that hand feels like around him, now that he has Kaveh in his palm. With a gentle move, he leans in to kiss him again, lips swollen from teeth and pressure.]
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[ Kaveh hums lowly in answer to Arthur's agreement, head tilting back to allow the other as much access to his jaw as he wants. He is of course very aware of the hooks and straps slowly coming undone, and he rewards the other man for it with slow brushes of his fingers over Arthur's undershirt, tracing the space between muscles, and then over his arms and the burn marks there.
It's his way of showing that none of it bothers him. Just in case Arthur is self-conscious.
His fingers hook into the bottom hem of the undershirt, a question in his eyes as he sighs. ]
May I?
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Arthur swallows hard, his thumb brushing against the other's skin laid bare for him now.]
I'm alright. [He manages to get that out.] It's - I'm alright.
But I do - I would like to kiss you again and touch you more.
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Okay. [ He whispers, and he thinks he'll ask later, but for now...
He nods, and reaches up a hand to brush against the other's cheek. ]
Me too.
[ He leans in close, pressing his mouth to Arthur's once more, tongue brushing against his lower lip as he settles, a fresh sigh on his breath. His free hand splays over the other's chest, following once more the lines between leanβfar, far too leanβmuscle. (He'll have to feed him, he thinks.) His teeth are playful, nipping at his lower lip as he draws him closer. ]
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You're - You're beautiful. I always thought that, you know. [He is so genuine as he says it, so earnest in his meaning. He slides one hand down along his side, hesitantly exploring fingers between his legs.]
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And to the earnest, genuine compliment, he finds his cheeks flush warm all over again, something fond in his expression as he tries to glance at the other.
His legs part for that hand even as he does. ]
You're sweet, Arthur, you know that? [ His free hand lifts, running lightly through the other man's hair. Then, with a shy chuckle: ] And, for the record, very handsome.
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[But he's flattered and grateful for his words, and he kisses him in thanks as he takes his cock in hand. More confident now, desire flushing in his cheeks, he opens his mouth to him, wanting to taste him in turn.]
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So what if I am?
[ With a low sound, he leans into the kiss, his lips parting also as his tongue flicks teasing over Arthur's lips, hips stuttering a little under the other's touch, cock already hardening from the ministrations they've shared. His hands move to the other's hips, resting against the waistline of his pants. ]
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[ He might think to argue more, but those slow strokes are distracting him from doing so, another soft moan on his mouth as he licks at the teeth that nip at him, as he mimics the motion to nip at the other in turn. Arthur's hand on him feels good, and he wants to return that sensation...
His fingers push slightly at his waistband. ]
May I? [ With Arthur's earlier reluctance around his own body, Kaveh just wants to be sure... ]
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Yes.
I - I want you to.
[Desperately, in fact.]