[ It's a sound half-cry of shock and embarrassment, half-moan, and Kaveh punctuates it with a sharp, punishing nip to the scribe's skin even as his hips stutter unbidden upwards into the other's touch. The idea of being called "Light of the Kshahrewar" is embarrassing at the best of times, much less from the man currently atop his bed with him, it invites admiration on a level the blonde is never fully okay with, much less ready to hear.
(And yetโ and yetโ something about the way Alhaitham says it, voice edged with a smile and punctuated with a groan, fingers squeezing slightly as they caress and stroke his erectionโ) ]
F-Fuck. [ Kaveh whimpers, the movements of his hand stuttering in the same rhythm as his own hips, and for a moment he pauses, breathes hard into the other man's skin as he tries to find his bearings again. It's too, too easy to get overwhelmed by something as simple as words, as a touch, especially when those words, those touches, come from someone for whom Kaveh has been waitingโ ]
If you're going to call me that, you have to understand that I'm going to call you Grand Sage, [ he adds after a moment, and if he deliberately leaves off the "Acting" part on purpose when he references the job Alhaitham has already quit (and he does leave it off on purpose), he'll never confess to it. He laughs into the other's neck, and being the source of the teasing this time gives him back enough wherewithal to start moving his hand once more; this time, he works a little fasters, twisting his hand around the other's arousal as it moves in quickened strokes, and there's another moan on Kaveh's lips at the heat of it in his grip. ]
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[ It's a sound half-cry of shock and embarrassment, half-moan, and Kaveh punctuates it with a sharp, punishing nip to the scribe's skin even as his hips stutter unbidden upwards into the other's touch. The idea of being called "Light of the Kshahrewar" is embarrassing at the best of times, much less from the man currently atop his bed with him, it invites admiration on a level the blonde is never fully okay with, much less ready to hear.
(And yetโ and yetโ something about the way Alhaitham says it, voice edged with a smile and punctuated with a groan, fingers squeezing slightly as they caress and stroke his erectionโ) ]
F-Fuck. [ Kaveh whimpers, the movements of his hand stuttering in the same rhythm as his own hips, and for a moment he pauses, breathes hard into the other man's skin as he tries to find his bearings again. It's too, too easy to get overwhelmed by something as simple as words, as a touch, especially when those words, those touches, come from someone for whom Kaveh has been waitingโ ]
If you're going to call me that, you have to understand that I'm going to call you Grand Sage, [ he adds after a moment, and if he deliberately leaves off the "Acting" part on purpose when he references the job Alhaitham has already quit (and he does leave it off on purpose), he'll never confess to it. He laughs into the other's neck, and being the source of the teasing this time gives him back enough wherewithal to start moving his hand once more; this time, he works a little fasters, twisting his hand around the other's arousal as it moves in quickened strokes, and there's another moan on Kaveh's lips at the heat of it in his grip. ]