[ Naturally, the response is met with a roll of Kaveh's eyes. Even like this, with the two of them so close that he can practically taste the scribe's words on his breath, Alhaitham is being an arrogant prick about the entire thing. It's all he can do to not just grab him by the stupidly-oversized collar of his and crush their mouths together in a kiss— but somehow that feels like conceding yet another victory to the other man, and quite frankly his pride needs him to win one round.
So he stays close, but doesn't move closer, doesn't draw Alhaitham closer either, just fixes ruby eyes on emerald and shakes his head, a slow, deliberate movement.
Does he want to stick with his original answer? Fuck no. ]
I put the condoms in your book— [ and his voice is lower than usual, deep and husky with a desire that has simmered unseen for a painfully long time now ] —because I want you to fuck me.
[ It's more than just that, of course. He wants to do a lot of things with the scribe, and getting fucked is just one of those things. But more words will just spoil the high tension of the moment, slow the fluttering pulse in his wrist and soften the breath he knows is just a little too hard. There's time for words later— and for Kaveh, that's saying a lot. ]
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So he stays close, but doesn't move closer, doesn't draw Alhaitham closer either, just fixes ruby eyes on emerald and shakes his head, a slow, deliberate movement.
Does he want to stick with his original answer? Fuck no. ]
I put the condoms in your book— [ and his voice is lower than usual, deep and husky with a desire that has simmered unseen for a painfully long time now ] —because I want you to fuck me.
[ It's more than just that, of course. He wants to do a lot of things with the scribe, and getting fucked is just one of those things. But more words will just spoil the high tension of the moment, slow the fluttering pulse in his wrist and soften the breath he knows is just a little too hard. There's time for words later— and for Kaveh, that's saying a lot. ]