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indigently) wrote2023-01-23 02:27 pm
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[Good. Very good. Once Kaveh is relatively steady, Alhaitham uses one of his hands to wrap around his cock and another to squeeze at the round of his ass, pulling just slightly to give him more room to dip his tongue into the already softened rim.
Does he actually know what he's supposed to be doing? Not really, except for a few curious reads at something that, theoretically, he lost interest about (he's not Amurta, after all). But he's paying close attention to the way Kaveh reacts while he does it.]
Does he actually know what he's supposed to be doing? Not really, except for a few curious reads at something that, theoretically, he lost interest about (he's not Amurta, after all). But he's paying close attention to the way Kaveh reacts while he does it.]
[ And as it turns out, the way Kaveh is reacting is very, very positively. The blonde is practically writhing, fingers scrabbling against the tiled walls as if they can somehow fix the tremble in his knees, stop him from collapsing where he feels he's about to. He whines out the taller man's name, torn between rolling his hips back into that sinful tongue or forward into the touch of his hand. ]
Mm... not fair, not fairβ
[ Another whine in response to the sensation of that tongue dipping past him, and Kaveh's legs quake under his own weight. ]
H-Haitham I dunno if I can stand upβ
Mm... not fair, not fairβ
[ Another whine in response to the sensation of that tongue dipping past him, and Kaveh's legs quake under his own weight. ]
H-Haitham I dunno if I can stand upβ
[Alhaitham withdraws only to bite at a buttock, then at the back of Kaveh's thigh. It's hard enough to leave a mark, but not enough to break the skin.] Hm, we don't want that.
Do you want to go back to the room? [Hardly any space to make Kaveh get on all fours and have Alhaitham behind him. But perhaps it doesn't help that he doesn't stop stroking him.]
Do you want to go back to the room? [Hardly any space to make Kaveh get on all fours and have Alhaitham behind him. But perhaps it doesn't help that he doesn't stop stroking him.]
[ Kaveh's response is a plaintive, helpless whineβ and a soft yelp as the other bites at his skin without continuing. ]
If we go back to the room we're just gonna get messy again and then we'll have to clean up andβ mn...
[ The other man has a genius-level intellect; surely he can see where that will be a problem.
The other problem of course being that Kaveh doesn't want to stop, and his brain is far too addled right now to think of a good solution. ]
If we go back to the room we're just gonna get messy again and then we'll have to clean up andβ mn...
[ The other man has a genius-level intellect; surely he can see where that will be a problem.
The other problem of course being that Kaveh doesn't want to stop, and his brain is far too addled right now to think of a good solution. ]
...Yeah?
[ Is there... something weird about that? ]
[ Is there... something weird about that? ]
[Alhaitham gets up and presses Kaveh close against him and the shower wall. He drops small kisses along the side of his neck, holding his arms around him, still stroking slowly at his erection and using the opportunity to rub a thumb around his nipple.] Well, we can just do this. I'll hold on to you.
[ He groans softly, pressing the heated skin of his face against the cool shower tiles, sucking in a breath or two as if doing so will somehow stop him feeling like he's this close to falling apart.
His hips arch, jolting forward into Alhaitham's touch while at the same time aching to press Kaveh back against him, his chest arching too into those touches as he gasps and whines. ]
Fuck..
[ And he wants to complain, wants to say that he wants to see Alhaitham, kiss him, but he knows this is the best they've got for a solution right now. ]
His hips arch, jolting forward into Alhaitham's touch while at the same time aching to press Kaveh back against him, his chest arching too into those touches as he gasps and whines. ]
Fuck..
[ And he wants to complain, wants to say that he wants to see Alhaitham, kiss him, but he knows this is the best they've got for a solution right now. ]
Would you mind if you told me where you live? Perhaps I can give you a surprise gift!
[Hmmm??]
[Hmmm??]
[No such thing is allowed because Alhaitham is too busy laving attention to Kaveh's neck, under his jaw, just under his hairline. Bites, kisses, drinking the water off his skin, all while he touches him over and over.
He presses a thumb on the slit, rolls it around the head, pinches a nipple as he bites on his earlobe.] Talk to me.
He presses a thumb on the slit, rolls it around the head, pinches a nipple as he bites on his earlobe.] Talk to me.
[ Talk to him? Kaveh's not sure he has any thoughts left, stolen from him as they are by the myriad ways in which Alhaitham attends to him, let alone the words the other wants for him to use. His response, then, is a weak, pathetic sound, half moan and half mumble of words that make no sense whatsoever, but are attempting to form a sentence. ]
Haithamβ good, wantβ whenβ can't touchβ and it's cold, niceβ Archons, what you doβ
[ He finishes the not-sentence with another plaintive whine, hips arching against those touches even as his body seeks to press back into Alhaitham at all angles. ]
Haithamβ good, wantβ whenβ can't touchβ and it's cold, niceβ Archons, what you doβ
[ He finishes the not-sentence with another plaintive whine, hips arching against those touches even as his body seeks to press back into Alhaitham at all angles. ]
Edited 2024-02-26 11:16 (UTC)
[Somehow, perhaps because they've lived together for so long, known each other for longer than that, Alhaitham knows exactly what this inane stream of words means. He turns Kaveh around, pressing his back against the wall and himself to his front, wrapping his fingers around the both of them together and kissing him fully, cradling his head with a careful, reverent hand.]
[ The sigh on Kaveh's lips is palpable as he's turned around; his arms immediately wind around Alhaitham's shoulders to pull him in closer as they kiss, a soft hum of pleasure on his mouth. This is what he needed, and later on he'll be impressed with the other man for having figured it out, years of knowing one another or not, because if he's honest, Kaveh wasn't even entirely sure of what he was sayingβ just of what he wanted.
With his lover's hand wrapped securely around the both of them, his own fingers find their way over the other's chest, slow movements to explore the expanse of skin as he returns his kisses, sighing softly into his mouth.
Like this, there's no way he's going to last much longer. But it's exactly what he needed. ]
With his lover's hand wrapped securely around the both of them, his own fingers find their way over the other's chest, slow movements to explore the expanse of skin as he returns his kisses, sighing softly into his mouth.
Like this, there's no way he's going to last much longer. But it's exactly what he needed. ]
[He feels like the air in his lungs when he takes a deep, long breath on a warm, sunny day. Kaveh clings to and touches him like it's something that he's always wanted to do, and Alhaitham can only reply with the same feeling. Stroking the side of his face, brushing his hair away from it, slipping his hand around the small of his back to pull him just an increment closer as he drinks in all of his sounds, all of his sighs.]
I've got you, [he drags his lips across his cheek, burrows them against his ear, only to say things that he knows will make Kaveh's brain short-circuit.] Make a mess for me, you feel so good. You're so good for me.
I've got you, [he drags his lips across his cheek, burrows them against his ear, only to say things that he knows will make Kaveh's brain short-circuit.] Make a mess for me, you feel so good. You're so good for me.
[ If Alhaitham is trying to kill him, then he's doing a very good job of it. When those lips press against his ear, they're followed immediately by all the things he's wanted the other man to say to him, and it's all Kaveh can do not to melt right into him then and there.
The desired short-circuiting though is something the other man gets from him, because the blonde's whole answer is a whimper and a roll of his hips, head canting back as if to put his body on display for the other man alone. ]
Iβ
[ He doesn't even manage a warning, coming over the hand fisted around both their cocks as Kaveh slumps heavily into the wall. ]
Ah.. You're such a jerk, Haitham..
The desired short-circuiting though is something the other man gets from him, because the blonde's whole answer is a whimper and a roll of his hips, head canting back as if to put his body on display for the other man alone. ]
Iβ
[ He doesn't even manage a warning, coming over the hand fisted around both their cocks as Kaveh slumps heavily into the wall. ]
Ah.. You're such a jerk, Haitham..
Becauseβ
[ But right now, Kaveh's doesn't really remember. Rather, he allows himself to return the other's kiss, more flutter of his body than press as he just shakes his head at the question, one hand skating down over the muscles of Alhaitham's forearm as if to try and join in on what he's doing. ]
Mm, don't you needβ? Let me.
[ But right now, Kaveh's doesn't really remember. Rather, he allows himself to return the other's kiss, more flutter of his body than press as he just shakes his head at the question, one hand skating down over the muscles of Alhaitham's forearm as if to try and join in on what he's doing. ]
Mm, don't you needβ? Let me.
Hm? [He wants to press, and yet, Kaveh's fingers skate across his skin and he shivers, oversensitive but earnest nonetheless. The warmth of the shower, the elation of having Kaveh in his arms, pliant and relaxed and beautiful and whiny, while still touching him with such tenderness has him soft, melted to him. So he rolls his hips into his hand slowly, leaning his head on his shoulder while wrapping his arms around him with a mumble.] Mm.
[ He smiles when Alhaitham decides to enjoy rather than press, his fingers working in a smooth rhythm as he dots kisses among the roots of the other's hair. He's exhausted, but he wants the other man to enjoy the same pleasure he got to feel just now; his free hand, then, lifts to roll fingers across the other's chest, tweaking his nipples as he smiles softly to himself. ]
Talk to me. [ It's a low murmur, a teasing echo of Alhaitham's earlier words. ] Tell me what you want.
Talk to me. [ It's a low murmur, a teasing echo of Alhaitham's earlier words. ] Tell me what you want.
[Haravatat. While Kaveh was an inane string that had Alhaitham decipher it delightedly, the Scribe is pressing himself closer, nuzzling up to the Architect's neck, eyes closed, mouth pressed wet into the shell of his ear.]
Kaveh. [He takes a deep, slow breath, the rise of his chest pushing into the fingers playing with his nipple.] Slowly. I want to feel you. You feel so good. More, Senior. Give me more.
Kaveh. [He takes a deep, slow breath, the rise of his chest pushing into the fingers playing with his nipple.] Slowly. I want to feel you. You feel so good. More, Senior. Give me more.
[ Oh, the man is evil. How he can possibly think to purr such obscenities into the shell of Kaveh's ear even as he's being touched and pleasured the blonde will never know, but it makes his spent cock twitch in interest despite his overall physical exhaustion, despite the fact he likely has nothing left with which to entertain said interest.
And Archons, did he really call him senior again? Now? The man is impossibly wicked. For a moment, he's tempted to follow through on the request for "slow", go slower than Alhaitham can even handle, see if he can make him beg for itβ but he's too weak, as always. Alhaitham says more, and Kaveh wants to give him more...
His head lowers from that sinful mouth, pressing wet, heated kisses over his jaw, his throat, sucking fresh marks over those that already exist, the movement of his fingers staying smooth and consistent. ]
Do you wanna finish in my mouth?
And Archons, did he really call him senior again? Now? The man is impossibly wicked. For a moment, he's tempted to follow through on the request for "slow", go slower than Alhaitham can even handle, see if he can make him beg for itβ but he's too weak, as always. Alhaitham says more, and Kaveh wants to give him more...
His head lowers from that sinful mouth, pressing wet, heated kisses over his jaw, his throat, sucking fresh marks over those that already exist, the movement of his fingers staying smooth and consistent. ]
Do you wanna finish in my mouth?
[ Uh
Fuck? ]
Oh, I'm sorry... I don't usually give out my address. Necessary part of being kind of a celebrity!!
[ He hates that term. Celebrity. He's not. And under any other case he would refuse to use the name for himself. But. Well. He needs to get out of this. ASAP. ]
Fuck? ]
Oh, I'm sorry... I don't usually give out my address. Necessary part of being kind of a celebrity!!
[ He hates that term. Celebrity. He's not. And under any other case he would refuse to use the name for himself. But. Well. He needs to get out of this. ASAP. ]
[What's this? The sudden turn to text? Did she accidentally hit a nerve?]
A celebrity? I wasn't aware that you were famous back in Sumeru! It makes me wonder if I should get an autograph from you!
A celebrity? I wasn't aware that you were famous back in Sumeru! It makes me wonder if I should get an autograph from you!
Stay? Okay.
[ What he does do though is redouble his efforts, fingers speeding somewhat in their movements, head canting to lick trails of water off Alhaitham's skin as he sighs in pleasure, thumbing at the head of his arousal and then ducking lower to cup and stroke over his sack, alternating in such a way the other won't be able to easily trace him. ]
C'mon, Haitham. It's your turn. Cum for me.
[ What he does do though is redouble his efforts, fingers speeding somewhat in their movements, head canting to lick trails of water off Alhaitham's skin as he sighs in pleasure, thumbing at the head of his arousal and then ducking lower to cup and stroke over his sack, alternating in such a way the other won't be able to easily trace him. ]
C'mon, Haitham. It's your turn. Cum for me.
[Alhaitham's mouth occupies itself with the side of Kaveh's neck, soft breaths slipping from the gasps that escape his lungs, as though sent by his heart, by the spikes of pleasure on his core.] I'mβ [he starts, but doesn't finish, his voice already wrecked, despite how content it sounds, how softened by the intimacy of it all.]
Call me that again. [He whispers into Kaveh's ear, and he doesn't care if it sounds like a plea.]
Call me that again. [He whispers into Kaveh's ear, and he doesn't care if it sounds like a plea.]
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