[Had Kaveh started to tell him how much of a Sage he could be, Alhaitham would know how to reply. It's not that he doesn't know that he could be a Sage, that he has the skills, the knowledge, the ethos and the reputation for it. But he doesn't want to, not when Acting as one in the interim was a thankless job, but it was more than what he wanted, and more trouble than he could care for. He knows that Kaveh, himself, would be able to become one, possibly even find some sort of fulfilment with it. But there's also the risk of him spreading himself too thin, like the way he keeps kissing him, moans into him, touching Alhaitham and then promptly moving his hands away to draw his trousers low, away from the Scribe and asking silly little questions.
He doesn't answer, not immediately. He merely cradles Kaveh's jaw and kisses that roughness away from his voice, wanting those darkened eyes to flutter closed. He doesn't even wonder if he's looking the same, if his pupils are blown wide, if his voice sounds thick. Merely lets his tongue do the talking as it leisurely curls on the architect's, traces the edge of his teeth.
(He's a very fast learner.)
Eventually, though, even if dazed, he does draw back and shifts his hips to let those pants be tugged off. He doesn't really know what he prefers, he's never really done this with anyone.]
I don't know… I prefer you with no clothes, too. [Drunkenness, perhaps, makes him allow for this, tugging at those pajama pants as well. They're a lot easier to move than his own.]
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He doesn't answer, not immediately. He merely cradles Kaveh's jaw and kisses that roughness away from his voice, wanting those darkened eyes to flutter closed. He doesn't even wonder if he's looking the same, if his pupils are blown wide, if his voice sounds thick. Merely lets his tongue do the talking as it leisurely curls on the architect's, traces the edge of his teeth.
(He's a very fast learner.)
Eventually, though, even if dazed, he does draw back and shifts his hips to let those pants be tugged off. He doesn't really know what he prefers, he's never really done this with anyone.]
I don't know… I prefer you with no clothes, too. [Drunkenness, perhaps, makes him allow for this, tugging at those pajama pants as well. They're a lot easier to move than his own.]