[ Alhaitham knows him well. Under any other circumstances, such a thing would likely be the case. But this is different; this is someone he's known for a long time, has wanted for a long time, so much so that his eyes glide shut in response to what he thinks is going to be a kissโ only for that low, sexy voice to murmur in his ear instead.
The shudder of pleasure that passes through Kaveh is almost visceral.
His eyes open again, his head tilting with a shaky exhale as Alhaitham's mouth travels along the skin, and one hand raises unbidden to coil fingers in the other's hair, a grip tight without aiming to be painful; the question for several moments is forgotten as the scribe's mouth finds a particularly sensitive point along his jaw, and the architect breathes out a husky-voiced curse or two.
How long have you wanted it?
The blink of his eyelids feels slow, detached from the world moving around them, so too the tongue on his lips wetting them in an effort to speak, because somehow Alhaitham has undone him with a ghost of his lips. ]
A while. [ Although he knows even as he says it that it probably won't be enough for the other to count as honesty, and so he's wracking his brain for a stronger answer, something more akin to the truthโ ] I don't know exactly. It's been building for a while. At the very least I... [ A slight frown even as his breath hitches. ] I know I thought about it when I first moved in.
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The shudder of pleasure that passes through Kaveh is almost visceral.
His eyes open again, his head tilting with a shaky exhale as Alhaitham's mouth travels along the skin, and one hand raises unbidden to coil fingers in the other's hair, a grip tight without aiming to be painful; the question for several moments is forgotten as the scribe's mouth finds a particularly sensitive point along his jaw, and the architect breathes out a husky-voiced curse or two.
How long have you wanted it?
The blink of his eyelids feels slow, detached from the world moving around them, so too the tongue on his lips wetting them in an effort to speak, because somehow Alhaitham has undone him with a ghost of his lips. ]
A while. [ Although he knows even as he says it that it probably won't be enough for the other to count as honesty, and so he's wracking his brain for a stronger answer, something more akin to the truthโ ] I don't know exactly. It's been building for a while. At the very least I... [ A slight frown even as his breath hitches. ] I know I thought about it when I first moved in.