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[He feels Kaveh tighten just an increment around his fingers and he stills, Alhaitham's eyebrows raising as he takes everything in. The flare in his chest still beats its wings like a bird wanting out of the cage of his ribs, and the Scribe wonders if Kaveh can feel it in his own, in the trembling of his breath.] To figure it out? [His eyes narrow slightly, lips quirking.

He rolls them again so Kaveh can take things at his own pace instead.] I know.

[ Kaveh practically breathes a sigh of relief as Alhaitham rolls them over. He doesn't realize that the other has noticed how suddenly at risk he was of an abrupt orgasm, but the control given to him is something for which to be grateful.

Or at least, it will be when he's done pouting down at the other man, brows creased and showing off his sudden displeasure. ]

You knew? [ Archons, how obvious was he— Come to think of it, Alhaitham knew the full of his feelings earlier, too, so... ]

How long have you known my feelings? [ he mumbles, allowing his hips to rock down against the other's fingers at a pace much gentler and slower than before. ]

Does it matter?

[He reaches up to pinch at that cheek that looks particularly soft when Kaveh sulks like that, stroking it after and tugging him down by curling his fingers on the back of his neck to kiss him sweetly. Alhaitham's green gaze is softened by the sight of Kaveh on top of him, slowly moving into fingers that remain still, his prick already touching his behind at attention.]

I'll tell you later, alright?

Of course it matters—

[ But he knows from that soft look on Alhaitham's face that he's not going to get an answer, at least not right now. And it's very easy to get distracted by the feeling of the other pressing attentively against the rounds of his ass. ]

Mm. After this. Promise me.

[ But his hips move down a little more insistently against those fingers, and there's a moan on his lips at the way the other's arousal slides along the cleft of his cheeks, simulating the act to come. ]

Want you. [ He mumbles it, pressing his mouth down into Alhaitham's once more. ]

[Eyes that smile tenderly in a way that could almost be mistaken as endearingly annoying, Alhaitham's mouth parts at the sight of Kaveh riding his fingers, letting out the sweetest sounds, taking in how his knees move, his thighs tense, streaming up to his hips and coiling around the motion of his waist. How utterly enticing, to see him rolling into the sparks of his pleasure and reacting to them so freely. It makes him want to keep him there, forever, frustrated and reaching all the same.]

So demanding… [He complains upon the architect's insistence, weak in its incisiveness and molten in its fondness.]

I could keep you here forever. [He whispers against Kaveh's mouth before he kisses him again, rolling his own body to give him a preview of what could happen.]

So keep me here. [ His voice is sweet, the words ragged at the end as he whines and rolls his hips down, overwhelmed in all the most delightful ways by the heat running molten through his veins. ] There's nowhere else I wanna be.

[ Of course, in practice, it would probably last for a day tops before Kaveh started to complain, to remind Alhaitham of all the projects he has due and how much time he's already lost. But in theory, the idea of being wrapped up with him forever is wonderful.

He rocks his hips again, mouthing at the line of the other's jaw, breath short and quick against the skin. From the way he's seated atop the other, it's difficult to reach properly between them to do what he wants to do, and so he rubs his hips down against the other man's again. ]

I'm ready, Alhaitham. Please.

[That's a lie.

He wants to say that, wants to laugh, bury his mouth on Kaveh's ear and press his smiling and taunting cheek to his so he can feel it before he even says so. He knows Kaveh would complain, berate him, claim Alhaitham has no respect for seniority, and the image of it is just as tempting as it is to do what he's telling him. To show him that Kaveh may be losing time on his work, but that they're making up for the time they didn't have together.

He kisses, nips at his ear instead, knowing there will be a time when he can throw this back to him when he least expects him, reveling in the satisfaction of his body against him and groaning a low rumble as he skims his hands down his back, curling his fingers around the round of his behind to just have him grind a bit more, just for the sake of it.

He reaches between them to guide the tip of him into Kaveh's entrance. The thrum of expectation is too strong to ignore, and he suspects he'll easily grow addicted to it if he keeps the teasing going for too long.] It's all you. Easy, alright?

[ Kaveh does not take it easy. The moment he feels Alhaitham breach his rim, the moment the other reminds him it's on him to control the pace, he takes a breath and seats himself in the other's lap, taking him to the hilt in a way that makes him gasp, pressing his face wordlessly into his junior's shoulder as he breathes through the sudden sensation. It's a lot— it's too much— and so for a long moment he doesn't move;

when he does eventually it's still only to tilt his head up, press his lips into Alhaitham's, soft and tender as he whimpers into his mouth. ]

S-Sorry, just need a moment.

[ A purse of his lips in another soft kiss, and his hands brace against the other's chest as he chuckles at his own expense. ]

I know you said slow. But I— I know you know this, but I've wanted this a really long time, I...

[ Unsure he can construct a proper sentence anyway, Kaveh just shakes his head and starts to move. Slowly, carefully, his hips lift almost to the point of unsheathing Alhaitham from him, and then lower again, lower until he's deep and Kaveh groans. ]

[Of course. Of course he would—

And here's a non-pious man praying to Lesser Lord Kusanali, reciting articles in his mind that he completely disagree and projects he had disapproved to keep his mind off the unrelenting heat and tightness and just Kaveh wrapped around him to the base of his cock, his hands tight like a vice around his thighs enough to leave a bruise.

He can barely hold it together, his lips are on him and he shivers, and Alhaitham is having trouble processing the words and then he's moving and there's frictionfrictionfriction—

Alhaitham takes a deep breath, wraps his arms tight around the vixen on top of him. Holds Kaveh steady.] No, I need a moment.

[Voice raw, tight. He rests his forehead against Kaveh's shoulder.] I said slow because of me, too. Don't underestimate yourself.

[ Oh. Oh, whoops.

A flush of color works its way fast up Kaveh's skin as Alhaitham's arms wind, hold, steady, and embarrassment appears red on his cheeks as he shakes his head, guilt crawling its way over his features. Of course— in his eagerness, he forgot— ]

Sorry. [ It's a mumble, and Kaveh tilts his head to press a soft kiss into Alhaitham's hair, sitting still and allowing the other to adjust. He keeps forgetting that a lot of this is new to the other, and he can remember what it was like for him when his situation was the same. He doesn't want to push, but in his own eagerness he couldn't help but do exactly that. ]

Okay. Take as long as you need, Alhaitham. [ Another kiss into his hair. ] Just tell me when.

Don't be. [A rasp, raw and almost injured around the edges. Alhaitham presses kisses to Kaveh's shoulder, his neck, underneath his jawline. All while his arms are tightly curled around him, fastened in place.] Don't be sorry for feeling perfect.

[They may bicker, argue, debate, but this is perfection. Alhaitham feels like this is truly art, the warmth around him, the peak of desire throbbing and wishing to be unleashed, the trembling of Kaveh's skin, and how he smells right against his nose. Instead of telling him, he experimentally rolls his hips once, groaning at the friction.]

[ Kaveh's cheeks color with sudden, surprised emotion, and then he leans to press his mouth more firmly against Alhaitham's— although the kiss breaks a little in the next moment as his hips stutter, a gasped whine between their mouths at the roll of the other's hips. Fuck, it was exactly what he needed, and... ]

Again, [ he whispers, answering with a roll of his own hips, a gentle squeeze of the muscles surrounding Alhaitham as if to inspire him into moving again. ] Please, `haitham, again. If.. if you lose yourself, we just have... mm, we'll just have to start over again— Right?

[ Even through the heavy, heady sheen of pleasure, there's something playful on his expression. ]

Be quiet. [He urges, tugging him back again to slot their lips together, and half of it is to shut Kaveh up, but the other sates the lack of warmth and taste of him in the air he breathes. Alhaitham was not expecting him to be so needful, to sound like it, all gasps and vocalizations that he never thought would come out of Kaveh's throat. And yet, each time they spend together, each day, is all about Kaveh testing their patience, their limits, in a way that he never thought would crave. And this time, he tangles his fingers in his hair, keeping Kaveh there in the kiss a bit harshly, as he breathes in deep and starts moving, thrusting again and again.]

[ Kaveh laughs softly against Alhaitham's lips as he's told to shut up, but he obeys anyway, leaning into the kisses and groaning at the tight tangle of fingers in his hair— and then again at the feel of the other moving underneath him, thrusting up into him in a way that makes the blonde's eyes roll back in his head. Somehow, he got stupidly, unfairly good at this so quickly, and— ]

Mmn...

[ If Alhaitham is taking control, Kaveh figures, let him take control— and so he leans back, rolls to pull the other on top of him again, buries his face in a red and purple neck to leave more kisses and bites. ]

Just like that—

[The sound he makes as they roll is undignified, but he's quick of mind and reflexes to support himself on his elbows, looking down at Kaveh and ready to give him a piece of his mind when he sees him, all golden scattered across his face, red peering up through thick lashes, and—

He shivers, his arms winding down and around him tight still, his own face buried in the crook of his shoulder as he groans as he stills, buried deep within him.] You're driving me crazy.

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[ The look on Alhaitham's face for that split second surprises him, and Kaveh's arms tighten as he stills, presses himself down into the blonde's embrace. Lips press into silver hair, and he laughs at the other's words, but there's something gentle about it, something almost concerned. ]

Did I make a problem for you? [ he murmurs. ] If you need to go back the other way, we can.

[ And then, after a breath: ] I'm not expecting you to last forever, you know. This won't be the last time we do this.

[Alhaitham rolls his hips as though he's proving a point, nose still tucked in the soft skin of Kaveh's neck. He rakes his teeth there, nipping in a response at being laughed at. It's warm, so beautifully warm and comfortable, he wants to bury himself in this spot and sleep until the world ends like this. With a shake of his head, he pulls back, grey locks dishevelled more than usual, eyes darkened with how good he feels.] What if I want you to not last, either?

[Taking hold of Kaveh's ribs with one hand, he pulls him in deeper while he thrusts once again, his other hand finding the architect's and weaving their fingers together as he leans in to kiss him hard.]

Then—

[ —make it so I don't, he wants to say, but his mouth is claimed in a hard kiss that steals his breath, and Kaveh groans into his mouth, shuddering bodily in response to the feeling of those thrusts pressing deep into him, at the feel of Alhaitham's fingers wound through his; the sum of the many parts is that he won't last long, not like this.

He answers the kiss with a soft whimper, his hips raising to meet the other man's halfway, although it's likely clear from the shakiness of his movements that he doesn't have the strength in his veins to continue for much longer. ]

Haitham, I—

[ It's the only warning the blonde can manage to give as he hits the precipice, teetering on the edge of orgasm. ]

[His whole body is a raw nerve and each gasp and halt of Kaveh's voice makes his mind go blissfully, euphorically quiet for the first time in days. It goes so quiet that he forgets to protest, to move except for the rut of his hips, grinding until he finds the spot that makes Kaveh scream. He wants it again, wants to feel it around him, wrench it out of himself. He just melts, gasping into Kaveh's mouth, just wanting to fill him until he can't take it anymore.]

[ And scream Kaveh does, although his voice now is hoarse and rough from the noises Alhaitham has driven from him time and time again tonight, breaking over the sound as he cries out, hips stuttering and jerking as a few thin, watery spurts of cum are strewn over his abdomen.

And still he clings to his lover, hips arching into him over and over as tears of overstimulation prick at the corners of his eyes. ]

Please, please—

[Kaveh engulfs him like a flame, and Alhaitham pushes deep, the deepest he could, wanting to bury himself under his skin and never leave again. He holds him as tight as he can, filling him as he gasps his name into his ear, like it's holy, like it's poetry itself. And when his shivers die down, Alhaitham goes quiet, so quiet, and so still. He's never felt peace like this.]

[ Kaveh cries out, long and shaky, when Alhaitham fills him— if he had any of his own left to give, he surely would again, but for now all he can do is twitch and writhe under his lover, fingers coiling tight into his hair, holding him close as the other man breathes his name into his ear and somehow makes it sound like a love song.

And then, in a rare enough event, Kaveh falls silent too, no sound on his lips but the trembling of his breath, his eyes closed and his arms around Alhaitham's shoulders, lips pressed into the skin of the same. ]

[Mouthing absently at the skin in front of him, Alhaitham curls close, only reaching to bring a cover to drape over their forms. He's warm, but he shivers still, his mind unwilling to pick back up no matter how he tries, and stopping to try after a second or so. This is safety, this is peace, this is the closing and opening of a chapter. He nuzzles into Kaveh, eyes closed, legs tangled, his arms softening but not releasing. He croaks out a soft question if Kaveh is alright, and it feels like the only question that has always mattered.]

Mmm.

[ Kaveh's response to Alhaitham's question is little more than a contented groan, a smile on his lips as he nuzzles in closer (possible?), before he remembers his words and not only nods, but whispers something in reply, something to check if he is okay as well. Even floating in the bliss of afterglow, all he wants is for the other man to feel as good as he does— if that is even possible. ]

Love you, [ he mumbles. ] Sorry it took me so long to see it.

[Eyes open, tendered by the haze of their post-coital bliss, by the words that Kaveh utters so unnecessarily. Alhaitham shakes his head, more to say that he shouldn't be worried about his own being (he's never felt better) and about not being able to realize how he feels to the point that he needs to apologize. He cradles the back of that golden head, holds the Architect close with a hum, as though he's sulking.] You shouldn't be sorry. It took you as long as you had to take.

[And that is fine by him, he doesn't say, but presses a kiss to his forehead.]

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