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[Eyes darkened, breath heavy, Alhaitham buries his mouth against Kaveh's neck, just underneath his jaw, tipping his head further back, tasting the sweat pooling there. He's delectable like this, moving to find his pleasure and using Alhaitham's hand to do it. The Scribe almost smiles when he shushes him softly, mouthing at his cheek, searching for his mouth.] Careful, you don't want Tighnari to hear you, do you?
[ Gods. Even as another sound trips out of Kaveh's lips, he recognizes the truth in Alhaitham's words: Tighnari's ears are sharp, and if he lets himself make too much noise—
(Hah. How ironic, that this all started because of Tighnari, and now he needs to keep himself quiet because of Tighnari.)
—Honestly, part of him wants to say fuck it, to allow himself be as loud as he feels, to give their friends a taste of their own medicine. But also— ]
Damnit. [ At least for now, he wants this to be something just for them. So he turns his head, presses his lips to Alhaitham's again, allowing the other's mouth to swallow the sounds he makes as his hips move down against that finger again, this time with more speed than before. ] Need more—
(Hah. How ironic, that this all started because of Tighnari, and now he needs to keep himself quiet because of Tighnari.)
—Honestly, part of him wants to say fuck it, to allow himself be as loud as he feels, to give their friends a taste of their own medicine. But also— ]
Damnit. [ At least for now, he wants this to be something just for them. So he turns his head, presses his lips to Alhaitham's again, allowing the other's mouth to swallow the sounds he makes as his hips move down against that finger again, this time with more speed than before. ] Need more—
[With a sigh, he kisses those sounds into his own mouth, and it feels like it feeds directly into his bloodstream. He complies carefully, making another finger join the one already inside Kaveh, and he strokes away his hair, wraps his arm around him so he's still pressed close to him despite the motion of his body.] Better?
Mm.
[ It's not much of an answer, but it's all Kaveh can really manage when he's distracted by the feeling of that second finger pushing into him— unless Alhaitham wants him to lose his composure completely, anyway. As it is, it's difficult for him to focus on much else but the sensation of pleasure as he fucks himself down on those fingers, allowing them to stretch him; the sensation of that arm wrapped gently around him to hold him close even as he moves.
But the sound, at least, is one of approval. It's still not quite what he wants— but it's so much better than what he had.
His teeth nip at Alhaitham's lip, another sound whispered between their mouths— and then moaned as his hips shift at just the right angle that he sees stars for a moment or two. ]
[ It's not much of an answer, but it's all Kaveh can really manage when he's distracted by the feeling of that second finger pushing into him— unless Alhaitham wants him to lose his composure completely, anyway. As it is, it's difficult for him to focus on much else but the sensation of pleasure as he fucks himself down on those fingers, allowing them to stretch him; the sensation of that arm wrapped gently around him to hold him close even as he moves.
But the sound, at least, is one of approval. It's still not quite what he wants— but it's so much better than what he had.
His teeth nip at Alhaitham's lip, another sound whispered between their mouths— and then moaned as his hips shift at just the right angle that he sees stars for a moment or two. ]
[ Won't take no for an answer? Possibly for the best(?), given that Kaveh still requires some convincing. ]
...I don't think so, no.
...I don't think so, no.
[ Even if he were to know the truth, he wouldn't be bothered. Rather— he'd be thrilled and touched that she put so much effort into making him happy— and, perhaps, quite guilty besides. ]
Thank you, ma'am. Though there's still plenty of my plate!
[ He points it out with a chuckle, continuing to eat the food bite by bite. ]
I would be happy to return the favor sometime, too.
Thank you, ma'am. Though there's still plenty of my plate!
[ He points it out with a chuckle, continuing to eat the food bite by bite. ]
I would be happy to return the favor sometime, too.
[Pressed tight against him, nipping like a newly-fanged kitten on his lips, Alhaitham's chest feels warm at the feel of Kaveh, at the pretty tone of his skin when flushed through, rather than the superficial heat of a bottle of wine too much; at the shadows cast by his long eyelashes, dark against the jewel red of his eyes. There's something to be said about the way he moves in and out of his fingers, and he can almost smell ocean salt in his hair as though he had just raised himself from the seawater and moving like the back and forth of the waves on the warm coast.
Kaveh alights himself with a new angle and Alhaitham is quick enough, still not taken into the riptide of their passion to hold Kaveh in place, his arm holding him still like a beam latched across the architect's body.] Here? [He whispers, finally moving his fingers with the same angle over and over.]
Kaveh alights himself with a new angle and Alhaitham is quick enough, still not taken into the riptide of their passion to hold Kaveh in place, his arm holding him still like a beam latched across the architect's body.] Here? [He whispers, finally moving his fingers with the same angle over and over.]
Pretty please? With lots of sugar on top?
[:(]
[:(]
Of course! Just make sure to know that you are always welcomed in my house! I just would hate to see anyone else be in a difficult spot.
[She smiled before taking a few bites of her own. While he didn't say much as she continued her dinner, she couldn't help but keep looking up at him. Almost as if she was waiting for him to say something.]
[She smiled before taking a few bites of her own. While he didn't say much as she continued her dinner, she couldn't help but keep looking up at him. Almost as if she was waiting for him to say something.]
[ Oh, he thinks he might know where this is going. ]
...Director Hu, are you simply not going to accept an answer of "no"?
...Director Hu, are you simply not going to accept an answer of "no"?
[ Alhaitham starts to move his fingers, and it's both the best and worst thing that could possibly happen to Kaveh. The blonde gasps, the motion of his hips stuttering for a moment as the pleasure floods recurrent through his veins, and for a moment, drunk on the sensation, he chases it, a quickening to his movements against the other until a sobering flash of reason brings him to a sudden halt, lips torn from the other man's as he whines out a soft protest. ]
Don't, Alhaitham don't— if you keep that up I won't last—
[ And then he'll be out of commission for several minutes at least, and for as much as they may have time, Kaveh is impatient. He's waited for so long already, after all. ]
Don't, Alhaitham don't— if you keep that up I won't last—
[ And then he'll be out of commission for several minutes at least, and for as much as they may have time, Kaveh is impatient. He's waited for so long already, after all. ]
[ He eats in silence for a little— but he notices those looks, and he can tell that she's waiting for something, but... ]
Madam Faruzan? Is there... something the matter?
[ If there's something on her mind, he'd like to assuage it— but first he needs to know what it actually is. ]
Madam Faruzan? Is there... something the matter?
[ If there's something on her mind, he'd like to assuage it— but first he needs to know what it actually is. ]
Not at all! So you have to accept it or else I’ll have to keep pestering you.
[:)]
[:)]
No, it’s nothing. I assumed you had something you wanted to say.
[He was always someone who wanted his opinions heard but maybe that was her own assumptions. Instead, she’ll keep to herself for now.
[He was always someone who wanted his opinions heard but maybe that was her own assumptions. Instead, she’ll keep to herself for now.
[He shushes him, and it's soft, with how he looks at him through heavy-lidded eyes, his lips curling just an increment. Kaveh delivering himself to the feeling for that second was all worth breaking the arrangement they had. How long has it been since he lost control like that?
Perhaps a little mindlessness wouldn't hurt.]
I'm not going anywhere. [He sinks his teeth on his shoulder, keeping the motion of his hand predictable but unrelenting.]
Perhaps a little mindlessness wouldn't hurt.]
I'm not going anywhere. [He sinks his teeth on his shoulder, keeping the motion of his hand predictable but unrelenting.]
No—
[ Kaveh knows the protest will be useless even as it surfaces on his lips; it's half-hearted anyway, evidenced by the way his hips start to move again in the next moment, resistance shattered as he caves to the unrelenting, constant movement of the other's fingers. He gives himself over to it, one hand fisting into the sheets in an attempt to keep himself steady, the other coiling into Alhaitham's hair as the scribe bites into his shoulder. ]
Alhaitham— I want—
[ Despite the earlier warning, Kaveh's words are no longer soft, no longer muffled between their mouths; it stays that way as he cries out, the blonde trembling as his movements stutter into a sudden, overwhelming orgasm. ]
Nngh...
[ Kaveh knows the protest will be useless even as it surfaces on his lips; it's half-hearted anyway, evidenced by the way his hips start to move again in the next moment, resistance shattered as he caves to the unrelenting, constant movement of the other's fingers. He gives himself over to it, one hand fisting into the sheets in an attempt to keep himself steady, the other coiling into Alhaitham's hair as the scribe bites into his shoulder. ]
Alhaitham— I want—
[ Despite the earlier warning, Kaveh's words are no longer soft, no longer muffled between their mouths; it stays that way as he cries out, the blonde trembling as his movements stutter into a sudden, overwhelming orgasm. ]
Nngh...
[Behind Kaveh, Alhaitham shudders with a sigh, pressing the flat of his tongue on the dampness on the back of the architect's neck, nuzzling his hair aside and pressing kisses to it, the hand on his forehead skating down to clamp over his mouth. Kaveh's clenching around his fingers and he lets them stay inside, unmoving for a while, carefully listening to the way he breathes in and out through his climax.
He removes his hand, tilts Kaveh's head towards his own as he removes his fingers and scoots a bit higher so he can kiss him properly. It feels like the poetry he uttered not long ago.]
Stay here. [He whispers, and pads over to the bathroom of the room to wash his hands and put on some pants.
He throws a blanket over Kaveh before he opens the door of the room and gets out.
To find Tighnari's eyes wide and ears perked, the furniture unscathed (thankfully) and Cyno looking like he's dazed. Thankfully, Tighnari says nothing, but when they do say their goodbyes Alhaitham nods when he starts "Did you—?" and promises to talk later.
The Ranger smiles and tugs the Mahamatra with him, and Alhaitham closes the front door, and locks it before coming back into the room.]
He removes his hand, tilts Kaveh's head towards his own as he removes his fingers and scoots a bit higher so he can kiss him properly. It feels like the poetry he uttered not long ago.]
Stay here. [He whispers, and pads over to the bathroom of the room to wash his hands and put on some pants.
He throws a blanket over Kaveh before he opens the door of the room and gets out.
To find Tighnari's eyes wide and ears perked, the furniture unscathed (thankfully) and Cyno looking like he's dazed. Thankfully, Tighnari says nothing, but when they do say their goodbyes Alhaitham nods when he starts "Did you—?" and promises to talk later.
The Ranger smiles and tugs the Mahamatra with him, and Alhaitham closes the front door, and locks it before coming back into the room.]
[ He's still sinking down from the high (and oh, there's something hot about Alhaitham's hand clamping over his mouth like that as he cries out) when the other man moves to kiss him— and then to pull himself free and stand from the bed, disappearing into the bathroom. To Kaveh's consternation and confusion both, he comes back with pants on, throws a blanket over the blonde, and leaves the room—
and leaves Kaveh, too, sitting bolt-upright in the bed with his afterglow having been shattered in the face of what feels to him like rejection.
(Logic tells him it's not, can't be after what they've just experienced together, but the emotional side of him—)
By the time Alhaitham gets back, he's still sitting, clutching the blanket to him; when he speaks, his voice is laced with hurt and frustration: ]
What's wrong with you? You don't just walk out on someone like that!!
and leaves Kaveh, too, sitting bolt-upright in the bed with his afterglow having been shattered in the face of what feels to him like rejection.
(Logic tells him it's not, can't be after what they've just experienced together, but the emotional side of him—)
By the time Alhaitham gets back, he's still sitting, clutching the blanket to him; when he speaks, his voice is laced with hurt and frustration: ]
What's wrong with you? You don't just walk out on someone like that!!
[The moment he does step into the room he realizes he's messed up.
Alhaitham didn't think much of it. There was something that kept limiting their focus on each other, hindered the delivery of themselves to the moment. He wanted Kaveh to wake up without remorse or shame (or a voice) the next day, and selfishly, went out of the room to eliminate all the factors that would potentially cause that.
He should have known the action was not without consequence for Kaveh's mind. He's heard the tone plenty of times, often from situations not unlike this one where Alhaitham feels like he's done a good thing.
He's learned the hard way that there's nothing he can do to control how people react to things, only how he receives and adapts to that reaction himself. Living with Kaveh has been a series of trials and errors, and Alhaitham realized that he understands most people now because of him, of his emotions and irrational reactions. As analytical as he could be, however, he soon understood that he felt for the man, that his own self reacted to Kaveh's own responses. And it pulled him apart.
He leaves the door of the room behind him open, padding his bare feet towards the bed and sitting on it, legs at the side of the mattress. Makes to tuck a strand of Kaveh's hair behind his ear.] I was making sure we'd be alone for the rest of the night.
Alhaitham didn't think much of it. There was something that kept limiting their focus on each other, hindered the delivery of themselves to the moment. He wanted Kaveh to wake up without remorse or shame (or a voice) the next day, and selfishly, went out of the room to eliminate all the factors that would potentially cause that.
He should have known the action was not without consequence for Kaveh's mind. He's heard the tone plenty of times, often from situations not unlike this one where Alhaitham feels like he's done a good thing.
He's learned the hard way that there's nothing he can do to control how people react to things, only how he receives and adapts to that reaction himself. Living with Kaveh has been a series of trials and errors, and Alhaitham realized that he understands most people now because of him, of his emotions and irrational reactions. As analytical as he could be, however, he soon understood that he felt for the man, that his own self reacted to Kaveh's own responses. And it pulled him apart.
He leaves the door of the room behind him open, padding his bare feet towards the bed and sitting on it, legs at the side of the mattress. Makes to tuck a strand of Kaveh's hair behind his ear.] I was making sure we'd be alone for the rest of the night.
Edited 2023-10-19 20:49 (UTC)
And if I were to ask your friends and family how long it usually takes you to give up on a project...?
...Oh. [ He laughs. It's true that he has many things to say, but he's also not the type to unload them on people without warning— especially when those people have cooked for him and are doing everything in their power to be nice! ]
If I seem that way, maybe it's because I'm waiting for questions.
If I seem that way, maybe it's because I'm waiting for questions.
They would say that I am quite stubborn! It is rare for me to give something up so easily.
If that's the case...
[She said before trailing a little. Was she was trying to build up the anticipation for said question? Either way, she couldn't help but smile a little.]
Don't worry, I don't have any. I was simply curious how your days as been lately.
[She said before trailing a little. Was she was trying to build up the anticipation for said question? Either way, she couldn't help but smile a little.]
Don't worry, I don't have any. I was simply curious how your days as been lately.
[ Kaveh's hand lifts lightning-fast to that moving to tuck hair behind his ear, and for a moment he intends whole-heartedly to shove it away. But the other man's gentle action makes him falter, and that hand ends up hovering pointlessly as he blinks, a slow curtaining fall of his eyelashes over the tops of his cheeks, comprehension dawning slowly in the red of his eyes, chasing the consternation and confusion away from his expression. ]
Tighnari and Cyno— you sent them home?
[ He'll be ashamed later of how tentative the fall of his fingers to Alhaitham's wrist is, but once they're there, they slip naturally over the skin to find space between the younger man's fingers in turn, linking them together. He understands the meaning between the words the other speaks, and it leaves his feelings all the more confused— he's still recovering from the sudden abandonment, he wants to be mad—
but he is grateful.
Kaveh turns his head, presses his mouth into the pulse point of that captured wrist, and his eyes close, a sigh on his lips. ]
...Don't do that to me again, okay? Please. At least tell me where you're going. I thought—
[ What he thought was stupid. He knows that. But it didn't stop it from feeling real. ]
Tighnari and Cyno— you sent them home?
[ He'll be ashamed later of how tentative the fall of his fingers to Alhaitham's wrist is, but once they're there, they slip naturally over the skin to find space between the younger man's fingers in turn, linking them together. He understands the meaning between the words the other speaks, and it leaves his feelings all the more confused— he's still recovering from the sudden abandonment, he wants to be mad—
but he is grateful.
Kaveh turns his head, presses his mouth into the pulse point of that captured wrist, and his eyes close, a sigh on his lips. ]
...Don't do that to me again, okay? Please. At least tell me where you're going. I thought—
[ What he thought was stupid. He knows that. But it didn't stop it from feeling real. ]
Mhm, [If it's to reply to Kaveh's question or to acquiesce to his request, Alhaitham merely hums an affirmation and quietly looks at where his lips meet his wrist, and he thinks he can feel his heartbeat in his breath.
A silly thought, but one that perhaps made some sense with how Kaveh carries his emotion in his voice.
His other hand raises to cradle his face, and Alhaitham finds himself skating his thumb over the velvet of his cheeks. The first time he can do that after so long wishing for it.] I should have told you. You didn't know how I'd react and it looked like I was leaving. It's alright to be upset.
A silly thought, but one that perhaps made some sense with how Kaveh carries his emotion in his voice.
His other hand raises to cradle his face, and Alhaitham finds himself skating his thumb over the velvet of his cheeks. The first time he can do that after so long wishing for it.] I should have told you. You didn't know how I'd react and it looked like I was leaving. It's alright to be upset.
Edited 2023-10-20 23:42 (UTC)
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