[ The movement gives Kaveh space to breathe, a soft sound on his lips as he's pulled further up the bed with Alhaitham, answering the squeeze of the other's hands on the fullness of his backside with a low groan, with kisses eager and wanting pressed in kind into the scribe's mouth. And for a singular moment, he thinks about turning it into an argument— not one just for the sake of arguing, but to tell the other man that he's of more importance than he allows others to see him, that maybe he's not a sage but he could be—
Yet, as much as Kaveh those things, wants Alhaitham to see himself the way Kaveh sees him, there's a part of him motivated (selfishly, despite the other's belief that the blonde has not a self-serving bone in his body) by the pleasure of what they're doing, the fear of ruining it by saying all the wrong things.
And so he chuckles instead as answer to the other's objection, a sound kiss and a hum of acquiescence, hand slipping back into its previous position now that they're secured against the headboard. Fingers press over the tip of his arousal, a low moan into the other's mouth at the leaking wetness he feels on his fingers, and—
Mm.
Kaveh breaks the kiss and unwinds his grip on the other, pushing himself away enough that he can curl fingers around the waistband of Alhaitham's pants, tugging them over his hips— and he tries, genuinely, not to stare, but he can't quite help himself. ]
Alhaitham, [ he murmurs, voice rough with lust, and his crimson eyes dark with the same as they lift back to the other's face. ] Will you tell me what you like? Where you prefer to go— what you prefer to do?
[ A strange question, perhaps, when their first kiss led Kaveh to wonder after the other's level of experience— but more than anything he wants them to be on the same page, especially with this. ]
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Yet, as much as Kaveh those things, wants Alhaitham to see himself the way Kaveh sees him, there's a part of him motivated (selfishly, despite the other's belief that the blonde has not a self-serving bone in his body) by the pleasure of what they're doing, the fear of ruining it by saying all the wrong things.
And so he chuckles instead as answer to the other's objection, a sound kiss and a hum of acquiescence, hand slipping back into its previous position now that they're secured against the headboard. Fingers press over the tip of his arousal, a low moan into the other's mouth at the leaking wetness he feels on his fingers, and—
Mm.
Kaveh breaks the kiss and unwinds his grip on the other, pushing himself away enough that he can curl fingers around the waistband of Alhaitham's pants, tugging them over his hips— and he tries, genuinely, not to stare, but he can't quite help himself. ]
Alhaitham, [ he murmurs, voice rough with lust, and his crimson eyes dark with the same as they lift back to the other's face. ] Will you tell me what you like? Where you prefer to go— what you prefer to do?
[ A strange question, perhaps, when their first kiss led Kaveh to wonder after the other's level of experience— but more than anything he wants them to be on the same page, especially with this. ]