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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.

[Not quite the right word, true, and Alhaitham grins, chuckles. He doesn't need to say anything, because Kaveh knows what he would say. He does follow the movement of Kaveh's hips, thrusting the digits to the last knuckle with the momentum, matching the motion slow but with a predictable pace, keeping it steady.] Like this, then?

[ There's a sharp moan on his lips when Alhaitham presses both fingers at once in all the way to the knuckles, making Kaveh's back arch, his own hands dropping to tangle in the sheets, pulling at them as he shudders and moans. ]

Fuck, ah— yes, yes like that—

[ His hips arch against his lover's fingers, his eyes fluttering closed as he moves in time with Alhaitham's movements. ]

Nn, not for too long though— want you. Don't wanna... not like this, not this time.

You're making it very tempting, though. [He leans in, presses his lips to his neck, down to his collarbones, down to his chest. He locks his mouth around a nipple as Kaveh arches, taking the opportunity when he inadvertently offers, having wondered how he would like them to be touched. He looks up as he flattens his tongue and rubs, flicks at it, suckles, rakes his teeth. All while keeping the pace of his hand.] You look good like this.

Don't you dare—

[ It's really all Kaveh can manage to say as he lapses into a sharp moan, writhing and twisting under the other man's touches, under the feel of his mouth latched onto his nipple, and somewhere in the middle of it all his tune changes, eyes opening as he peers up at him once more. ]

More— I, ah. Need more of you.

[Leaving no expanse of skin untouched or unkissed, Alhaitham slowly crawls back upwards, stopping just shy of his lips as he looks down at Kaveh, brushes his hair away from his face, that stubborn strand that keeps falling between his eyes.] More? How much more? [He smiles, tipping his head gently, just enough to tease a kiss a feather away. Kaveh asking for him is the sweetest of melodies, even as he hisses and complains.

He knows he's being contrary. But riling up Kaveh—in more ways than one—gets him to release all the tension he has. Forget about how loud he's being, who may be listening, who may be seeing him in his most true, most genuine self, whimsical and willful and angry at cards he's been given.

Alhaitham twists his fingers, thrusts them into the last knuckle, presses his thumb against the skin of his perineum and rubs small circles there.] Be specific, Kaveh.

[ Kaveh sighs when Alhaitham's mouth forms a trail of kisses up along his skin, tries to tilt his head to catch that kiss and whining when he fails, especially because the other is busy teasing him, using his lack of specificity against him— not for the first time, and probably not the last. Whether he learns from it, though, remains to be seen.

Likely, he won't.

Right now, his hips arch, and he presses up against Alhaitham's fingers, a whine on his lips in response to the thumb rubbing circles over his perineum even as the other presses knuckle-deep; he tries to glare, and fails. ]

Another— nn, another finger. I just need.. a little more before you take me yourself. Please... That's— that's specific enough, right?

That is specific enough. [He leans in to kiss him, gentle, despite everything; fond, so very fond.] I'm impressed. Well done. [And perhaps still a bit unruly.

And to reward exactly what Kaveh has done, he complies, a third finger added, and he keeps meeting the roll of Kaveh's hips, lapping into his mouth in a mimicry of the thrusting. Keeping things methodic helps Alhaitham fight the urge he has to lose it, to make his—lover? Are they lovers now? The nomenclature escapes him—whine even more, see what notes he could reach, and how long it would take for Kaveh to become so frustrated he'd take matters into his own hands, as is his wont to do whenever Alhaitham nudges him enough.

But now it's not the time, and like he said: they have time. He tells himself that each time he has to swallow a moan into his throat.]

[ He smiles his content when Alhaitham praises him, although he's distracted quickly by the additional finger, the tongue that presses into his mouth only enhancing what he feels. He groans and whimpers into the other's mouth, body trembling— it's all he can do not to grab himself, stroke himself to the completion he's starting to feel building at the base of his cock.

He doesn't want that, he wants Alhaitham, not just his fingers but him—

(And Kaveh's not even thinking about the nomenclature, because like this he's taken away from the need to think and dwell and wonder. That will come later, when he has time to think back on all this and ask himself what it means.) ]

Ease up a bit, Haitham, I— I'm getting kinda close.

[Alhaitham, of course, notices the way he reacts to his words, his lips quirking before pursing on another kiss, before making his mouth open further so he can trace the line of his teeth with the tip of his tongue, like he can find the taste of his name on the flat of Kaveh's.]

I'm only doing what you're asking me to. See? I'm not even moving my hand. [He dips his head to nuzzle his ear.] You're the one taking my fingers so well.

[ Of course, Alhaitham is right— he's not moving his hand, taking advantage of the fact that right now, Kaveh's hips are doing most of the work for them, pressing down and writhing against him in time with the blonde's moans into his mouth. When the scribe breaks free from the kiss, the architect chases him with a whine, but lips and nose are already nuzzling against his ear, and Alhaitham's voice is so low with promise and desire as he says those words that Kaveh feels the warning tense at his groin, gasps out as his head tilts back. ]

Okay— Okay, I'm ready for you.

[ He's probably not, not quite, but anything is better than coming again before they even properly start. ]

Please, Alhaitham.

[Trembling slightly, Alhaitham slowly removes his fingers, buries his mouth on the architect's neck, holds him tight, wrapping his arms around his waist as he takes a deep breath.] Are you sure? [He rasps, pulling himself up enough to look at his face, considering slathering more oil on himself but knowing that if he does, he'll lose it again.

He can't help but snort, chuckle, breathless and feeling his cheeks heat for the first time in ages.] You drive me crazy.

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[ Kaveh breathes a sigh— half of disappointment, half of relief— as Alhaitham withdraws his fingers, and he nods in response to the other's question: he's sure, even if he's not.

And then Alhaitham says that Kaveh drives him crazy, and color runs up the blonde's cheeks to match the other man's, and he bites his lip as he reaches up to brush silver strands back from that tender expression. ]

For the record, you drive me crazy too. [ His hand slips to the back of Alhaitham's neck, pulls him down so that Kaveh's lips may anchor softly against them, and this time his sigh is pure contentment. ] Have for years.

[Alhaitham scoffs, unable to stop himself.] Just "for the record", [he taunts, using his lips to stencil his name on Kaveh's, as though he memorizes the texture of them through his own.

All of this had led them to entangle so closely together, two sides of a helix spiralling around one another, and only occasionally touching. The strands of their lives are woven to get together and set themselves apart, and Alhaitham doesn't know what happens after this, after what was just a drunken complaint, a tipsy riling up. Yet, he wants to follow through, take the risk, even if his mind can't come up with actual outcomes and connections to their possible future. And yet, he wants to see the flush on Kaveh's cheeks deepen. Have him whisper out his name just a little more.

Shifting slightly, he tugs Kaveh's hip closer, makes his leg fold and wrap around him as he lines himself up. All the while, he's pressing kisses to his mouth, his chin, his cheek.] It's best if you determine the pace. Can you move like this?

[ He rolls his eyes. Even like this, Alhaitham has to be impossible with him, has to taunt him with his own words even as their mouths are pressed together. But he's quickly distracted from his irritation, not only by the way the other tugs him closer, pressing kisses over his face as he lines himself up and asks him to set the pace for the both of them, but also— more— by the thoughtful, pensive look on the other's face. ]

I can— [ he breathes, and both of his hands find the sides of Alhaitham's face, pulling him firmly back so that their eyes can meet, his own alight with the warmth of his affection, ] —but I won't until you get out of your own head and stop thinking so much.

[ He pulls him back closer, presses a soft, sweet kiss to his lips. ]

I love you. I want to be with you. Not just for now, but for later too. It's that simple. Let it be simple, `haitham.

[ He's making a guess, but right now, there's really only one thing that could be interrupting Alhaitham that seriously. ]

[Alhaitham forgets to breathe and he feels dizzy.

His mind can't latch onto anything but the cradle of Kaveh's hands, the sweetness of his gaze. All of his hypotheses, winning and losing arguments, connections and tethers alike, break apart, escape like smoke through his proverbial fingers. He doesn't need Kaveh to tell him he loves him, he's known all this time. Tried to nurture the feeling instead of crushing it beneath his own rationality, and yet—

'Let it be simple,' Kaveh says. He allows himself to ease, to burrow his face against one of those hands, a sigh making the tension in him flee his body like a ghost, planted on Kaveh's wrist by Alhaitham's lips. His eyes close, and he shivers. He hates being perceived. It's a hassle, attention gives him nothing and is too fickle, too chaotic, too superficial. And yet, with Kaveh, he's seen and he doesn't feel like escaping.

He's home, after all.

He dips lower, his body weighing further, and he holds Kaveh tight again, arms wrapped around his torso, around his waist, kisses him hard, forgetting about alignments, about oils, about the complications of this act that make it all the more intricate. Until all he gets is the feeling of their bodies together, the warmth of the air they create between them, their legs tangled and hooked, their mouths no longer tasting like wine but each other and the copper lingering on their bruised lips.

With this, their lengths trapped between their bodies instead, only makes Alhaitham roll his hips just an increment to feel the pressure, and yet gasp for air as he shivers and stops himself.] I can't last long like this.

[ He watches in tender silence as Alhaitham's expression freezes on his face, as he works through his thoughts for a moment or two longer before he actually succeeds in stopping himself— the tension leaves him in the same moment, and Kaveh finds himself smiling as the scribe's head tilts to press a soft kiss against his wrist.

Then Alhaitham lowers himself further, pressing them into a tight embrace, his mouth hard and warm against Kaveh's as he tangles them impossibly closer, their arousals pinned between the both of their bodies. The slight roll of the other's hips brings a sharp moan to Kaveh's lips, and he answers in kind, his breath ragged on his tongue as he tilts his head back from their kiss to blink slowly at the other man.

He wants the other man so much, wants him inside so badly he's practically aching for it. At any other time, he might whine, but with the way Alhaitham is pressed into him, he can't bring himself to complain— Instead, he shakes his head with a small smile.

They have time. ]

Me neither. [ It's half-whispered, his head tilting to seek Alhaitham's lips with his own once more, mumbling the last of the words between the press of their mouths. ] It's okay to let go.

[ And he lets his hips roll again, not just once this time but over and over, finding a quick rhythm that makes him gasp and moan for each long stroke of his cock against Alhaitham's. ]

[ My mouth, without the other’s: useless. I long to fill it like a grave.

The words alight in the back of Alhaitham's eyelids, burning through him. Finally, he knows the meaning, he knows exactly what the writer had meant when he presses his lips again and kisses Kaveh like it's water, like it's air. He learns, finally, that the ache he's felt does not dissipate when his longing is reciprocated, it merely sweetens its edges along the line of Alhaitham's lungs, and he'd gladly bleed for it. Kaveh sounds and feels like something sinful and divine all at once underneath him, full-bodied, warm and so alive against him that his hand find the architect's and tangles his fingers through his own.

Alhaitham croons his name between their teeth, his body shifting, his hips gyrating, a leg folding to press closer, harder and he groans and gasps unabashed. He may have saved a god before, but the feverish worship of Kaveh's name is what spills out, it's the only thing he sees.]

[ It's a soft moan that answers each vocalization of his name, Kaveh's mouth too distracted by Alhaitham's, and his brain too clouded with his pleasure to even attempt to find the words. His fingers cling to those that tangle through his, his hips arch and roll, and when the other man folds his leg and brings them closer, the sound he makes is loud, brazen in a way that it would make him color in shame if their friends were still in the house.

Fuck— he's not going to last long at all; he can already feel the pressure building too quick for him to be happy about

(he doesn't want this to end)

and the fingers of his free hand scrabble at the other's forearm as he sighs into his mouth. ]

Alh— Alhaitham, I—

[ It's as far as he gets before he breaks off with a fresh moan, the heat of his pleasure finding its place over both their abdomens as his orgasm hits, Kaveh sobbing against Alhaitham's mouth as he twitches and shudders under him. ]

[He's lost.

Lost to him, to his sounds, the movement of his hips, the curl of his waist, the parting of his mouth. Alhaitham has lost to his kisses, to the idea that they should have done this properly, and to Kaveh climaxing first. He's lost his own heart to him, his mind to the squeeze of his fingers, his breath to the smell of him as he teeters over the edge and calls out for him.

Swallowing that last cry with a slant of his mouth upon Kaveh's, he holds tight again, unable to let go now that he has him. Alhaitham reaches for him, follows after. He's done this ever since those red eyes peered at him worryingly at the House of Daena. And he will always do it, he can't imagine himself not to. He's the who and the what he's always wanted.

He shivers, loses count of how many breaths he takes. It's quiet but the drumming of their hearts, the tides of their breaths. Alhaitham hasn't felt this peaceful ever.

There's a mess between them but he's not moving. If anything, he only separates long enough to pull a cover over them and tucks Kaveh against him again under the shield of it.]

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