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[ There's nothing more beautiful, Kaveh thinks now and will think again later, than the sound of Alhaitham calling for him, voice cutting through whatever fog has taken the most of his thoughts, ringing in his ears like the sweetest of musics. Each desperate movement of the other's lips is met in kind, and in the same way that has had them going around in circles for years, Kaveh follows Alhaitham, who in turn follows along after him.

Only this time, it's so much nicer.

In the moments after, Kaveh's eyes flutter half-closed, breathing in the scents left all over the room— their sweat, the last remnants of the wine on their breaths, the heady musk of sex still clinging to their bodies— and he hums his content, gratefully accepting at the same time the way Alhaitham tucks him in closer, pulls the blanket over the both of them. ]

I didn't know it could feel this good, [ he murmurs, and his body is tired but as his mind comes down from its high, it's already wondering how much better the real thing would feel, with him, with them like this. ] You're amazing, Alhaitham.

[Nose burying in those golden locks, Alhaitham breathes in gently, a deep, slow, chest-expanding breath as he takes in Kaveh's scent. His eyes open a mere increment as he watches him snuggle close, murmur all these sweet nothings as he's riding down the tides of their climax. He almost starts shaking his head, but instead, he settles back with his eyes closed, knuckles brushing along the line of the architect's bicep.] Hm? I don't think I heard you.

[ Under any other circumstances, Kaveh would probably be annoyed, maybe get in Alhaitham's face and complain audibly about the request to speak his praise over again. But with how content he is right now, he can only find it in him to smile, to nuzzle his face into the hollow between the other's neck and his shoulder, pressing soft kisses into the skin. ]

I said you're amazing.

[ He pulls back just enough that he can peer up at him with gleaming red eyes. ]

[He's waiting for a harrumph, for a slight impatient tremble, and Kaveh's hackles slightly raised. He's waiting for a nip, a roll of his eyes, a huff, a slap on his shoulders to tell him he's terrible.

He gets none of that. The genius of this man still manages to surprise him. He tells him he's amazing, and Alhaitham does nothing, thinks nothing, except blink, for half a moment (0.0345 seconds, to be exact) as he peers at the stars peeking through that red canopy and he leans in to steal a kiss from him. But not without ordering a 'shush', his eyebrows slanting into a frown. He doesn't want to hear it again.]

[ Kaveh can't help but chuckle into that stolen kiss, fingers contentedly tracing their way over Alhaitham's shoulders, the tops of those muscled arms, the slim line of his strong neck. There may be a hint of a frown on the other's face, but he can't quite help the way he murmurs it again, complete with the gentlest of teasing nips against his lower lip: ]

Really. You're amazing. I'm not just saying it to inflate your ego.

[ He lets one hand stroke down over the other's spine, following the path of the bone and dipping into the small of his back before moving lower to trace idle patterns into the soft, modest swell of his ass. ]

We didn't even actually have sex, and it was better than anything I've ever had before.

[A shiver rakes up his body, ignited by the trail of warmth of Kaveh's hand on his skin. Even underneath the covers, the heat of their flustered bodies encased between them and the fabric, Alhaitham feels raw and still very sensitive. The slant of his eyebrows deepens, a weakened glare into Kaveh's eyes the only thing he says before he kisses him again, deep enough to keep his mouth busy, his hand cradling his cheek and tugging at his ear as though admonishing him for teasing him like this.]

[ Kaveh yelps at the tug on his ear, and pulls back from the kiss for a moment— and doing so reveals to him the flush along Alhaitham's, the heated evidence of his embarrassment. The blonde smiles, and leans back to kiss him once more, fingers taking a hold of the other's ass to tug him closer, a sigh on his lips as he does. He's sensitive too, and the movement brings a soft whine to his lips a moment later as it nudges his cock into his lover's. ]

S-Sorry. [ It's half-mumbled, half-panted into the kiss, his grip softening and his fingers smoothing up to the small of his back once more, as if to give them both a reprieve. ] Got a little carried away.

[Kaveh may find half of Alhaitham's face hidden by the pillow that holds both of their heads, his face scrunched in a blend of aches so pleasurable it may actually sting. He shakes his head, letting out a rattling breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding from how he had gasped before. His eyes open just enough to know where to lean into to capture Kaveh's lips again, and his legs tangle tight until Kaveh could be almost sitting on one of Alhaitham's thighs.] Don't. [He kisses the corner of his mouth.] You can get carried away with me.

[ Alhaitham speaks, and Kaveh shakes his head, a soft and helpless laugh on his lips as he purses them against that soft kiss, a protest even as he accepts the movement and twines his own legs in return, half-seated against the other despite the fact that they're lying tangled together. ]

Don't say that. [ The words come as a whisper, followed by a soft nip of his teeth against Alhaitham's lower lip. ] Because I want to—

[ How is it, he wonders, that he's still practically aching with need despite the afterglow still settling heavy in his veins? His nerve endings are sensitive and sore, but he wants more. ]

[Reciprocating with a nip of his own on Kaveh's upper lip, Alhaitham sighs and brushes Kaveh's hair away from his face.] So? I don't see why you shouldn't.

[He runs a hand up his side, stroking the skin only, from waist, to the underarm, across his chest. Soft caresses as he leans in for another kiss, though he frowns a bit, revealing that he indeed, is not that experienced in this and therefore should refer to the one person who is.] Isn't it normal?

[ Kaveh chuckles, although it's a tired, almost whiny sound. He can see the hesitation on Alhaitham's face though, and so his own expression softens as he reaches up to brush his fingers along the other's lips. ]

Aren't you sensitive? [ It's a soft murmur. ] It'll hurt if we get carried away so soon.

[ Not that he thinks he would mind, not really— but he doesn't think Alhaitham would enjoy it, somehow. He sighs, and nuzzles his nose into the other man's, his eyes closing. ]

But I want you. I still want— mm.

I am. [He closes his eyes, melting into the Architect, and if the pressing of their bodies together makes him wince as he cradles him close, then he doesn't flinch away, focusing instead on returning the motion of his nose, from one side to the other, then up and down with a low, rumbly hum.] I know. I want you, too.

One step at a time, [to create a plan is surprisingly easy in the afterglow, his mind so much clearer, he could get up and write his best thesis.] For now I want to keep kissing you and keep you here, and we'll take it slow. Does that sound good?

[ Kaveh hums in response, and listens through his own haze to Alhaitham's plan, relieved that apparently the other man does his best thinking in the afterglow— because he to the contrary is floaty and dreamy and nice and probably couldn't formulate a plan to save his own life.

So he nods, and purses his lips into the other man's once more, pressing lazy kisses against his mouth as his hands drift over his chest. ]

Sounds great. You can keep me here as long as you like.

[ Never mind that this is his bed. As far as he's concerned, he'll stay wrapped up like this forever if he can. ]

[Carding fingers through long threads and sighing as he kisses back, Alhaitham relaxes in his place on this bed that smells of Kaveh, fragrant and heady and home. His eyes close, softened by the slow to and fro of their lips, suckling on the thin flushed skin, taking a deep breath to nudge his chest further into Kaveh's touch. He tells him that he could keep him there as much as he'd like, but the problem is that Alhaitham is finding solace in the circle of their arms, the warmth of their bodies. He's still kissing, his voice low and raspy, as he smiles subtly.] That's a problem, I may want to stay here longer than you'd like.

[ Kaveh just chuckles, the sound sweet on his tongue. It's true that of the pair of them, Alhaitham is much more likely to lie around in bed for a longer time— and he'll almost certainly complain about it when it happens. But right now, the thought of being essentially trapped even past the point where he'd want to get up...

It's nice. More than nice. And later, when the tendrils of anxiety and disbelief undoubtedly creep in, he'll need to remember this, to hold onto Alhaitham's words.

For now, though, he continues to respond to those kisses, to enjoy the feeling of the other's muscles under his fingers, a gentle skimming brush of the tips over one nipple, and then the other. ]

So we'll stay here. That's fine, Haitham.

[Breath hitching, his nipples harden easily under Kaveh's touch, no matter how light. Heat pools in the depth of his core, molten and dripping slowly into a coil. He nips at Kaveh's lower lip softly, caring and slow, before he curls his fingers around the plush curve of his ass.] Call me that again.

[ Kaveh's breath catches in return, a soft moan on his lips when Alhaitham's fingers curl around his ass; he finds himself fighting the urge to follow that gentle press into an arch of his own hips, if only because he can't quite tell if his body has come down enough to do it without making himself hurt.

But he does smile, letting his tongue trace a teasing line along the other's lower lip before he replies, voice little more than a murmur: ]

Oh? Do you like it when I do, Haitham?

[To give them still some respite, his hand doesn't just linger on the fullness of his behind, it trails along the back of his thigh, down to behind his knee, tracing his fingertips lightly to see if he's ticklish. Alhaitham does so with mirth in his gaze when he peers at Kaveh through dark eyelashes, and captures his tongue to suckle lightly on it.] I do. [Upfront, clear. He wants more, he'll ask.] You sound good saying it.

[ The respite on its own is welcome, but Kaveh yelps when Alhaitham's fingertips trace against the space behind his knee, and then whines and pulls back from the capture of his tongue, carmine eyes narrowed in momentary irritation. ]

I'll say it as many times as you want, but don't tickle me.

[ The scribe is rewarded with a punishing bite against his jaw, a little too sharp in Kaveh's attempt to make it pointed. ]

I will kick you right out of this bed.

[Alhaitham merely snorts, cups the back of Kaveh's knee with his palm to soothe instead. He groans slightly at the nip, nudging his head away from it to try and defend himself without much movement.] Oh? Is it bad that I just want to know what makes you laugh?

Not tickling.

[ He shoots that comment back immediately, a pout on his lips as he pokes a sharp finger into Alhaitham's chest. ]

Tell me a joke or something. [ A pause. ] ...But not the sort of joke Cyno would tell.

[He thinks about it, there's no joke on the top of his mind, but Alhaitham tilts his head.] Do you want to learn if I'm ticklish?

[ His head tilts. Does he want to find out if Alhaitham is ticklish?

Of course he does. But also... ]

Mm. A little.

[ His hand skims up the other's side, resting at the crux for a moment before curling into his underarm, a teasing, testing brush of his fingers. ]

[And he feels nothing, nothing, until a specific spot near his underarm, not so much the underarm itself, is brushed very slightly by Kaveh's wrist. He jolts, subtly so, his eyebrows arching and his lip twitch.]

Oh. I hadn't realized it was there. [It's just as fascinating to him, apparently.]

[ Kaveh's silent for a moment, and then he laughs, another brush of those fingers against the same place as he presses another kiss into Alhaitham's mouth. ]

You're cute when you twitch like that.

[ His free hand comes to the other's cheek, pulling him in close, kissing him a little more firmly. ]

I want you, Haitham.

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