[It all goes against his own rationality, how he leans in to kiss that 'please' away, as though it slips into Alhaitham's own palate, becomes part of him. He runs his tongue over his lower lip after nipping at it, aiming to soothe the hurt. A please as earnest as that isn't supposed to be said three times, but he feels like hearing a lot more of it now.]
I see. [He curls his fingers on Kaveh's hips, kneading none too gently, and then doing the same to the round of his behind as he rolls against his leg. He should be appointed Grand Sage just from how much mindfulness he's applying in a moment like this, when the Architect is underneath him so vividly wanting and needful. It would be, for sure, a lot more than any self-control Azar had ever shown.
Not that he wants to think about him right now. Instead, he gives Kaveh's cheek an experimental squeeze.] Is this it?
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I see. [He curls his fingers on Kaveh's hips, kneading none too gently, and then doing the same to the round of his behind as he rolls against his leg. He should be appointed Grand Sage just from how much mindfulness he's applying in a moment like this, when the Architect is underneath him so vividly wanting and needful. It would be, for sure, a lot more than any self-control Azar had ever shown.
Not that he wants to think about him right now. Instead, he gives Kaveh's cheek an experimental squeeze.] Is this it?
[Oh, how stubborn can he be...]