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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.]

[ He grumbles a little, but otherwise says nothing, content to hold and to be held, to relax in the circle of Alhaitham's arms and press lazy kisses into his neck and shoulder. He smells like a sweet mix of cologne and sweat and sex— the same scent Kaveh knows lingers on his own skin. It's a reminder that they'll have to clean up.

Eventually.

"Eventually" is what he keeps telling himself for probably the next thirty minutes, but it does come to pass with time, when he wakes from a doze and realizes that if they don't clean themselves up soon, they'll sleep like this— and cleanup will be much worse in the morning.

He mouths a kiss at Alhaitham's throat. ]

We have to clean up.

[Alhaitham, however, had dozed straight away, and is merely awake from the mouth on his neck, which he arches lazily at, and he wraps his arm tighter around Kaveh with a mumble against his hair.] 'mm sure, in a bit.

[ Kaveh shakes his head, hands coming up to brace on Alhaitham's chest. ]

No— not in a bit.

[ He presses another kiss into the skin, and then nips, hoping to get the other man's attention a little better. ]

If we don't clean up now, we'll fall asleep.

[ Although apparently, Alhaitham already has. ]

[He may as well purr, Alhaitham grumbles something soft, tipping his head back just a little to give Kaveh's teeth more room. His body is still singing from his own climax, so the friction feels delightful.] 'S that so bad?

[ Archons help him. Alhaitham is so cute when he's like this, more asleep than he is awake, mumbling contented words in a voice that sounds more like a purr than actual spoken words. It would be so nice to let him just relax there and sleep longer, but...

Another nip, this time a little harder. ]

Yes, it's bad, because we're covered in sweat and semen, Alhaitham. If we sleep like this it'll be impossible to clean come morning, and I'll never hear the end of it.

[Alhaitham replies with yet another grumble, a gasp, and him snuffling into Kaveh's temple while rubbing his nose to tear those teeth away from his neck. Taunting, teasing teeth that he feels like feeling once again.] 'Fine.

[But Alhaitham is nothing if not disciplined. He'd rather be a bit cold but clean for the rest of the night than warm but filthy for the following morning. He will complain and will bring Kaveh along with him, carefully picking him up and refusing to let go before he sets him down (on the small towel that serves as a rug to avoid the cold on his feet) to turn on the warm water.]

[ For a moment, he's quite proud of himself in managing to convince the other to get out of bed and wash up— and then Alhaitham scoops him up, Kaveh yelping as he's dragged into the other's arms. Of course he protests, squawking something about how "this is completely unnecessary", and for the other man to "put me down!!!!", but his demands are not followed until they make it to the bathroom, and he's placed gently on the floor mat.

...Archons, he loves this man.

While they wait for the water, he reaches out, taking the younger between his arms and rubbing his shoulders, his arms, pressing soft kisses as he does to the underside of Alhaitham's jaw. ]

I know you didn't wanna get up, but I'm glad you did.

Hm? How so? [He's still half-awake, half-drowsy, and fully sated, but the kisses under his jaw only make him melt further into the man, close his eyes as he rests his forehead against Kaveh's shoulder, wrapping his arms around him so he doesn't move or wobble with his weight on him.] Were you planning on pushing me out of the bed?

Would've if I'd had to, [ he responds, but he knows that the other will recognize the emptiness of the threat. He chuckles, and when the younger's head moves to rest against his shoulder, Kaveh's kisses find the top of his hair instead, buried into his scalp as he sighs his content. ]

No, I just... I know how uncomfortable you would've been in the morning if we didn't get up to clean now.

[ He knows Alhaitham after all, just as the other knows him. He would have been miserable upon waking. ]

Hmph. [He doesn't dignify that with a response, because the both of them know that Kaveh is right and Alhaitham is too warm, too comfortable, to move his head to talk even if he nudges it further into the architect's mouth.

And then he walks them both under the shower spray. The water is warm enough.]

[ Kaveh laughs softly, and holds Alhaitham tight as he's drawn into the shower spray, making sure he's steady before he unwinds his arms to straighten up. The other man may be half asleep still, but he has to make sure that they're at least partially clean, so he focuses on that for now, reaching first for the soap and then a washcloth. ]

You can't lean on me for a second, let me clean you up.

[Part of it is Alhaitham doing it on purpose, so when he straightens up and presses kisses over the wet surface of Kaveh's cheek, it's an easy thing. He uses the opportunity to brush Kaveh's hair away from his face, knowing he gets easily annoyed by it when it's too warm and clinging to his face with sweat.] Does that mean I get to clean you?

[ Kaveh smiles sweetly in response to the gentle actions the other takes, stroking the hair away from his face, asking if he gets to clean Kaveh in return. ]

Sure, if you want.

[ The response comes easy, his hand on Alhaitham's face in response as he considers, a gentle kiss to the corner of his lips as he soaps up the washcloth and starts to rub the sweat and semen off the other's skin. ]

I wouldn't have asked if I didn't. [Well, Alhaitham takes the moment to brush more of Kaveh's hair away from his face, watch as it darkens to muted gold instead of vivid as it gets wet, and then the darker ends of it to a shaded tone. He ensures the water goes over Kaveh's back, trailing down, his fingers following to brush at any sweat on his back, and then any spend on the back of his thighs.]

Mm, just making sure. I know you're sleepy.

[ He tries not to let himself get too distracted as he continues to clean the other's chest and stomach first, eyes closing briefly at the feeling of content as those fingers explore him, but also knowing he needs to watch what he's doing to make sure he's doing it right. ]

Feels nice. Is this alright too?

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