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No—

[ Kaveh knows the protest will be useless even as it surfaces on his lips; it's half-hearted anyway, evidenced by the way his hips start to move again in the next moment, resistance shattered as he caves to the unrelenting, constant movement of the other's fingers. He gives himself over to it, one hand fisting into the sheets in an attempt to keep himself steady, the other coiling into Alhaitham's hair as the scribe bites into his shoulder. ]

Alhaitham— I want—

[ Despite the earlier warning, Kaveh's words are no longer soft, no longer muffled between their mouths; it stays that way as he cries out, the blonde trembling as his movements stutter into a sudden, overwhelming orgasm. ]

Nngh...

[Behind Kaveh, Alhaitham shudders with a sigh, pressing the flat of his tongue on the dampness on the back of the architect's neck, nuzzling his hair aside and pressing kisses to it, the hand on his forehead skating down to clamp over his mouth. Kaveh's clenching around his fingers and he lets them stay inside, unmoving for a while, carefully listening to the way he breathes in and out through his climax.

He removes his hand, tilts Kaveh's head towards his own as he removes his fingers and scoots a bit higher so he can kiss him properly. It feels like the poetry he uttered not long ago.]

Stay here. [He whispers, and pads over to the bathroom of the room to wash his hands and put on some pants.

He throws a blanket over Kaveh before he opens the door of the room and gets out.

To find Tighnari's eyes wide and ears perked, the furniture unscathed (thankfully) and Cyno looking like he's dazed. Thankfully, Tighnari says nothing, but when they do say their goodbyes Alhaitham nods when he starts "Did you—?" and promises to talk later.

The Ranger smiles and tugs the Mahamatra with him, and Alhaitham closes the front door, and locks it before coming back into the room.]

[ He's still sinking down from the high (and oh, there's something hot about Alhaitham's hand clamping over his mouth like that as he cries out) when the other man moves to kiss him— and then to pull himself free and stand from the bed, disappearing into the bathroom. To Kaveh's consternation and confusion both, he comes back with pants on, throws a blanket over the blonde, and leaves the room—

and leaves Kaveh, too, sitting bolt-upright in the bed with his afterglow having been shattered in the face of what feels to him like rejection.

(Logic tells him it's not, can't be after what they've just experienced together, but the emotional side of him—)

By the time Alhaitham gets back, he's still sitting, clutching the blanket to him; when he speaks, his voice is laced with hurt and frustration: ]

What's wrong with you? You don't just walk out on someone like that!!

[The moment he does step into the room he realizes he's messed up.

Alhaitham didn't think much of it. There was something that kept limiting their focus on each other, hindered the delivery of themselves to the moment. He wanted Kaveh to wake up without remorse or shame (or a voice) the next day, and selfishly, went out of the room to eliminate all the factors that would potentially cause that.

He should have known the action was not without consequence for Kaveh's mind. He's heard the tone plenty of times, often from situations not unlike this one where Alhaitham feels like he's done a good thing.

He's learned the hard way that there's nothing he can do to control how people react to things, only how he receives and adapts to that reaction himself. Living with Kaveh has been a series of trials and errors, and Alhaitham realized that he understands most people now because of him, of his emotions and irrational reactions. As analytical as he could be, however, he soon understood that he felt for the man, that his own self reacted to Kaveh's own responses. And it pulled him apart.

He leaves the door of the room behind him open, padding his bare feet towards the bed and sitting on it, legs at the side of the mattress. Makes to tuck a strand of Kaveh's hair behind his ear.] I was making sure we'd be alone for the rest of the night.

Edited 2023-10-19 20:49 (UTC)

[ Kaveh's hand lifts lightning-fast to that moving to tuck hair behind his ear, and for a moment he intends whole-heartedly to shove it away. But the other man's gentle action makes him falter, and that hand ends up hovering pointlessly as he blinks, a slow curtaining fall of his eyelashes over the tops of his cheeks, comprehension dawning slowly in the red of his eyes, chasing the consternation and confusion away from his expression. ]

Tighnari and Cyno— you sent them home?

[ He'll be ashamed later of how tentative the fall of his fingers to Alhaitham's wrist is, but once they're there, they slip naturally over the skin to find space between the younger man's fingers in turn, linking them together. He understands the meaning between the words the other speaks, and it leaves his feelings all the more confused— he's still recovering from the sudden abandonment, he wants to be mad—

but he is grateful.

Kaveh turns his head, presses his mouth into the pulse point of that captured wrist, and his eyes close, a sigh on his lips. ]

...Don't do that to me again, okay? Please. At least tell me where you're going. I thought—

[ What he thought was stupid. He knows that. But it didn't stop it from feeling real. ]

Mhm, [If it's to reply to Kaveh's question or to acquiesce to his request, Alhaitham merely hums an affirmation and quietly looks at where his lips meet his wrist, and he thinks he can feel his heartbeat in his breath.

A silly thought, but one that perhaps made some sense with how Kaveh carries his emotion in his voice.

His other hand raises to cradle his face, and Alhaitham finds himself skating his thumb over the velvet of his cheeks. The first time he can do that after so long wishing for it.] I should have told you. You didn't know how I'd react and it looked like I was leaving. It's alright to be upset.

Edited 2023-10-20 23:42 (UTC)

[ Kaveh's brows lift in surprise at Alhaitham's words, and suddenly there are tears in his eyes, because— because—

Archons preserve him, did Alhaitham actually acknowledge a feeling of Kaveh's as something that makes sense?

He sniffles, and reaches up a hand to swipe at his own eyes, laughing lightly at himself. Okay, so this is ridiculous, maybe. ]

I'm not really upset. [ A sigh, and he turns his head to press kisses against Alhaitham's jaw instead, trailing up along the skin. ] I was just— it caught me off-guard. I thought you were leaving, but you came back, so—

[Alhaitham shifts, pulls Kaveh with him until he's resting his back on the headboard of the bed and the architect is leaning against his shoulder. Until his head is tucked in against his own.

He presses a kiss to the crown of his head, holding him close.] As much as I like watching you scramble for words, you don't have to explain.

[ He keeps talking as Alhaitham draws them both further up the bed and settles against the headboard, prepared to explain himself as many times as it takes; but the other pulls him close and presses a kiss to his crown, soothes and teases him in the same breath, and Kaveh scowls even as his heart whispers its relief. ]

You are such a jerk. [ The words are muttered even as Kaveh's head turns upward, the soft smile on his lips showing that he doesn't mean it as much as he might sound like he does. ] Saying things like that... you're lucky I like you so much.

[Alhaitham smiles, more in his eyes than in the curl of his mouth, as he leans to rest his forehead against Kaveh. He sighs, finding some sort of tranquillity with Kaveh so close, even if he pouts and complains.

He pinches at his ear playfully.] You're right. [He is lucky, he is so lucky. There was an odd that had occurred in this timeline, in this world, and Kaveh and Alhaitham got together and ripped themselves apart, only to conjoin under the same roof.]

[ Kaveh's brows lift, a for a moment he stares at him in silence as the other pinches his ear, looks at him with those smiling eyes. Quite frankly, he feels as if he's in a parallel universe or something, all of a sudden, because— ]

Did you seriously just agree with me twice in under a minute? [ he demands, and he's not angry, but there's disbelief etched into every word even as he smiles up at him. ] Are you unwell, Alhaitham?

It has been three minutes, [he rectifies, though it's just an off-handed comment when he picks up one of Kaveh's hands and presses his palm to his lips, not even pursing them in a kiss, just basking in its warmth there, giving him also an excuse not to talk further, his eyes closing with a soft, comforted sigh.] I don't disagree, I do think I'm lucky.

Three minutes isn't that much better. [ It's a mumble, a grumble more than anything, even if it is good-natured, even if there's a lazy smile on his lips as that kiss is pressed into his palm.

But— more than anything, the joking aside...

With a soft sigh, Kaveh shifts, pressing his face into the side of Alhaitham's neck, breathing lazy, contented kisses against the darkened patches of skin there. ]

I'm the lucky one.

We're not going to enter a discussion about who's lucky and who's not. [Because he could go into yet another 'well, actually' and say that Kaveh has rotten luck.

He tips his head instead, surprised at how sensitive the skin is on his neck, then remembering that Kaveh left marks all over his neck and shoulder and—

—he had taken precautions to calm down his erection before he stepped out of the room, sure. But he had gone out shirtless. What they've been doing was all over his skin.

Ah, no wonder Cyno looked dazed and Tighnari had very little room for doubt.

He groans, and presses a kiss to Kaveh's forehead.] Are you alright?

[ Later, Kaveh will realize that the groan on Alhaitham's lips sounds almost frustrated or irritated, but in the moment, he has no idea. Rather, he's focused on the warmth of the other's body, the way those arms feel around him and the taste of that sensitive throat under his lips.

It even takes him a moment to process the other's words.

When he does, though, he smiles. ]

Mostly. [ It might seem like a strange answer, when he's curled so contentedly into the other, after those moments of near panic. But the truth is... ]

I still want you, though.

[Alhaitham nuzzles the architect's temple, sighing gently at the way he keeps kissing his neck. His eyes, closed in comfort, open when he feels, senses somehow that Kaveh is smiling, resting at half-mast.

He tugs at his roommate's knees and pulls them to drape them across his lap. He pretends that the topic is very deep as he hums.] Mm. Do you?

[ Those words are met with a gentle sigh, a roll of his eyes when Alhaitham answers with a hum and a question, because he knows the other is just being difficult for the sake of it— but for once, he doesn't actually mind.

Rather, it's endearing—

Archons, what exactly has happened to him? ]

I do. [ It's a contented mumble, a little nip of his teeth against the other's neck. (A punishment.) ] Don't you want me too?

[Alhaitham's shoulder jumps, a slight hitch to his breath, and he nudges Kaveh's face away from his neck with the side of his own with a groan. He gives him a glare, or it would be, were his lips not curled in a smile. He doesn't reply, not yet at least, because he leans in to kiss Kaveh fully, pulling him impossibly closer.]

What a silly question. [He mutters, still taunting between nips and kisses. Insufferable.]

[ He huffs against Alhaitham's lips as the other mutters his disdain, and when he can't complain with nipping teeth against the scribe's neck, he does against his lips instead— at least until he's distracted and enveloped in the kiss. His hands lift, threading up into Alhaitham's hair, a contented sigh slipping off his tongue as he licks into the other's mouth, only pulling back to speak when he's short of breath. ]

I had to make sure you hadn't lost interest in the process of kicking our friends out.

[ The words are light, teasing, and yet of course there's the edge of something more serious behind them even now, an insecurity that Kaveh can't quite keep from creeping in. ]

I was waiting, and now you're back, and I want you.

You clearly don't know me well enough. [He chuckles into Kaveh's mouth, stealing a kiss, two. Three for good measure, as he pulls him up by the waist, settles the architect on his lap to straddle him instead. He'll always want him, always has, and doesn't ever imagine that stopping. Alhaitham has been holding this torch, burning his fingers for longer and more often than Kaveh has burned himself out.

His eyes open just enough so he can look at him through his eyelashes, even as he keeps kissing him, even if he strokes up and down his back, his thighs, his sides.] Guide me, then, Senior. How do you want to do this?

[ He hums in content against the stolen kisses, laughs as he's pulled up against Alhaitham to sit across his lap. His arms circle the other's shoulders, and he sighs, nuzzling into the further kisses offered as the other's fingers skate over his skin. ]

Lazy. [ It's a soft, sweet admonishment to match the smile on his lips, and he fights every single urge within him to tell the other that he should do it however he feels comfortable, however he likes— He knows that Alhaitham won't accept it.

So he smiles, breaks the kiss to peer at him through soft carmine eyes, a hand coming up to brush softly across his skin. ]

Let me lay back on the bed and face you. [ Half because it's kind of what he wants, and half because for their first time together, he thinks it will be easiest. ] You'll probably need to open me up a little again.

[Tilting his head subtly against the touch, Alhaitham's eyes rest at half-mast, heavy and warm. Despite Tighnari's attentive ears not being able to catch the sounds they make, they're still talking soft, low, and it's Kaveh's breath that slips into his ears, attentive at the way his lungs pull for air before he speaks, his exhales shaping sighs of contentment.

He moves his head to place a kiss on the architect's palm—a libation for a tool of his trade—and tugs him sideways, hand steady on hip and leg, making the world spin as he rolls them both so Alhaitham is laying on top of Kaveh instead.

He looks down at him, a slight smile to his lips.] Like this?

[ There's almost a part of Kaveh that regrets telling Alhaitham to lay him down— not because it's not what he wants, but because it means losing the gentle press of that body against his, the easy way that the younger's head can tilt against his, the soft kisses offered against his skin.

Still, he nods in response to Alhaitham's question, his lips twisting in contentment to see the slight smile on the other's. ]

Yeah. Like this.

[ He reaches up, running fingers up and over the younger man's forearms. ]

Go slow this time, okay?

[ He doesn't want a repeat of before, not yet. ]

[While Kaveh regrets changing positions, Alhaitham enjoys it. Scattered golden framing his face, his ruby eyes looking up at him, taut skin softened by how languid he looks. It's such a far cry from the stressed, frazzled state the architect frequently drives himself into.

He leans down and kisses the corner of his mouth, then across his cheek, then along his jawline. He only separates to reach for more of the oil, addicted to the salt on Kaveh's skin, quickly lapping at it when his fingers are newly coated with it, leaning gently to kiss at his collarbones, the center of his chest, two fingers teasing the entrance again.] Like this? [He peers up.]

[ ...Oh, Kaveh is going to kill him.

He pouts a little at the separation, even if he knows what it's for, but then Alhaitham kisses into his collarbones while fingers tease at his entrance, and the whiny groan on his lips is almost immediate. His hips rolling, pressing down against those fingers as if to try and urge him inside, and he glares as best as he can when the other man looks up at him. ]

I said slow, Alhaitham— not frozen.

[ It's not quite the right comparison, not when the combination of hydro and cryo has someone entirely unable to move, but he thinks it drives the point home well enough. ]

Please.

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