[ The admission is grumbled more than anything, and it's definitely not the comeback Kaveh wants it to be; if anything, it opens him to further comment, reveals a weakness he would much prefer to keep concealed. But what else is he to say in the face of Alhaitham's amused retort? The scribe is, as ever, several steps ahead of him, leaving him to flounder in his wake for an answerโ for anything that might allow him to continue forth in the same way he always has.
But tonight, aching and tired, every ministration has stolen a layer of armor from his heart; every gentleness has sparked a flame long kept smoldering only as embers. Tonight, it is too easy for him to cave to the ardor he so carefully avoids in any other moments, to buy into a fantasy he normally forbids himself to entertain.
He should sleep, lest he endanger his heartโ
But he is interrupted even in thought by fingers at the back of his neck, pressing into the skin in such a way that the knots of tension begin to unwind. A contented groan surfaces on his lips before he can stop it, long-drawn and graveled into the other's skin. ]
Oh, that's goodโ [ he mumbles, and later he'll be mortified at how he sounds, strung-out with pleasure, a near-wantonness in his voice that will color his cheeks a horrified red. ] Don't stop that.
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[ The admission is grumbled more than anything, and it's definitely not the comeback Kaveh wants it to be; if anything, it opens him to further comment, reveals a weakness he would much prefer to keep concealed. But what else is he to say in the face of Alhaitham's amused retort? The scribe is, as ever, several steps ahead of him, leaving him to flounder in his wake for an answerโ for anything that might allow him to continue forth in the same way he always has.
But tonight, aching and tired, every ministration has stolen a layer of armor from his heart; every gentleness has sparked a flame long kept smoldering only as embers. Tonight, it is too easy for him to cave to the ardor he so carefully avoids in any other moments, to buy into a fantasy he normally forbids himself to entertain.
He should sleep, lest he endanger his heartโ
But he is interrupted even in thought by fingers at the back of his neck, pressing into the skin in such a way that the knots of tension begin to unwind. A contented groan surfaces on his lips before he can stop it, long-drawn and graveled into the other's skin. ]
Oh, that's goodโ [ he mumbles, and later he'll be mortified at how he sounds, strung-out with pleasure, a near-wantonness in his voice that will color his cheeks a horrified red. ] Don't stop that.