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[ If Alhaitham is trying to kill him, then he's doing a very good job of it. When those lips press against his ear, they're followed immediately by all the things he's wanted the other man to say to him, and it's all Kaveh can do not to melt right into him then and there.

The desired short-circuiting though is something the other man gets from him, because the blonde's whole answer is a whimper and a roll of his hips, head canting back as if to put his body on display for the other man alone. ]

I—

[ He doesn't even manage a warning, coming over the hand fisted around both their cocks as Kaveh slumps heavily into the wall. ]

Ah.. You're such a jerk, Haitham..

[Pressing more kisses over his cheek, along his jaw, down to his chin and then planting his lips on Kaveh's, he arches his eyebrows seemingly innocently, a minute smile to his features.] Oh? Why am I a jerk now?

Because—

[ But right now, Kaveh's doesn't really remember. Rather, he allows himself to return the other's kiss, more flutter of his body than press as he just shakes his head at the question, one hand skating down over the muscles of Alhaitham's forearm as if to try and join in on what he's doing. ]

Mm, don't you need—? Let me.

Hm? [He wants to press, and yet, Kaveh's fingers skate across his skin and he shivers, oversensitive but earnest nonetheless. The warmth of the shower, the elation of having Kaveh in his arms, pliant and relaxed and beautiful and whiny, while still touching him with such tenderness has him soft, melted to him. So he rolls his hips into his hand slowly, leaning his head on his shoulder while wrapping his arms around him with a mumble.] Mm.

[ He smiles when Alhaitham decides to enjoy rather than press, his fingers working in a smooth rhythm as he dots kisses among the roots of the other's hair. He's exhausted, but he wants the other man to enjoy the same pleasure he got to feel just now; his free hand, then, lifts to roll fingers across the other's chest, tweaking his nipples as he smiles softly to himself. ]

Talk to me. [ It's a low murmur, a teasing echo of Alhaitham's earlier words. ] Tell me what you want.

[Haravatat. While Kaveh was an inane string that had Alhaitham decipher it delightedly, the Scribe is pressing himself closer, nuzzling up to the Architect's neck, eyes closed, mouth pressed wet into the shell of his ear.]

Kaveh. [He takes a deep, slow breath, the rise of his chest pushing into the fingers playing with his nipple.] Slowly. I want to feel you. You feel so good. More, Senior. Give me more.

[ Oh, the man is evil. How he can possibly think to purr such obscenities into the shell of Kaveh's ear even as he's being touched and pleasured the blonde will never know, but it makes his spent cock twitch in interest despite his overall physical exhaustion, despite the fact he likely has nothing left with which to entertain said interest.

And Archons, did he really call him senior again? Now? The man is impossibly wicked. For a moment, he's tempted to follow through on the request for "slow", go slower than Alhaitham can even handle, see if he can make him beg for it— but he's too weak, as always. Alhaitham says more, and Kaveh wants to give him more...

His head lowers from that sinful mouth, pressing wet, heated kisses over his jaw, his throat, sucking fresh marks over those that already exist, the movement of his fingers staying smooth and consistent. ]

Do you wanna finish in my mouth?

[He shakes his head. Alhaitham wraps tighter around Kaveh's frame, mouth parted at the sting in his neck, his body rolling into the grasp of his first and only love.] Mmno, stay.

Stay? Okay.

[ What he does do though is redouble his efforts, fingers speeding somewhat in their movements, head canting to lick trails of water off Alhaitham's skin as he sighs in pleasure, thumbing at the head of his arousal and then ducking lower to cup and stroke over his sack, alternating in such a way the other won't be able to easily trace him. ]

C'mon, Haitham. It's your turn. Cum for me.

[Alhaitham's mouth occupies itself with the side of Kaveh's neck, soft breaths slipping from the gasps that escape his lungs, as though sent by his heart, by the spikes of pleasure on his core.] I'm— [he starts, but doesn't finish, his voice already wrecked, despite how content it sounds, how softened by the intimacy of it all.]

Call me that again. [He whispers into Kaveh's ear, and he doesn't care if it sounds like a plea.]

[ The soft gasps are music to Kaveh's ears. He smiles, nuzzles closer into that skin as he continues to work his hand over him.

And then

Call me that again, Alhaitham all but pleads, and Kaveh's breath in response is short and shaky, a laugh trembling on his lips. ]

Haitham.

[ He lifts his head, pressing his mouth into the younger man's. ]

Cum for me, Haitham.

[There's a barely there sound that Alhaitham releases right into Kaveh's lips, drowned by the cadence of the shower, and their mingled breaths. Alhaitham shivers and tenses, spilling onto Kaveh's fingers, dragged by the rivulets of water coursing over them and into the drain. Mouth parted, he lets his head drop, his forehead rest against Kaveh's shoulder, his nose nuzzle along his collarbone…

And Alhaitham suddenly raises it, eyes wide and pressing small kisses to Kaveh's lips, cheeks, eyes, forehead.] I need… to go… I have to write something down. You can stay here, I'll meet you in your room in a bit.

[And with that, he leaves the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist and padding to his room to sit down, still dripping a mess, and write things down.]

[ He blinks in shock when Alhaitham goes so quickly from post-orgasmic bliss to wide-eyed as he all but rushes from the shower and the bathroom both. He knows Alhaitham well enough to recognize the look of the man when he's on the verge of a breakthrough— normally, at least. In their current situation, though, with what's just happened between them, his brain isn't holding that information quite right, and he's left with the abrupt, surprise cold of the scribe's departure, even the brief, small kisses doing nothing to appease the anxious twist of his brain.

So when he turns off the shower and dries himself, a towel around his waist in turn, it's Alhaitham's room he goes to, not his; he stands in the doorway for a moment in silence, watching the other man as he scribbles notes over a page, dripping water everywhere in the process. ]

...Alhaitham...?

[One hand still on his stylus, the other reaching out to Kaveh at his door and giving him a beckoning sign. He knows Kaveh may have reacted anxiously, and he's happy to show him he's not going anywhere.]

You've given me an idea that I needed to get on paper before I fell asleep with you. Come here. [If Kaveh is to walk into his reach, he'll tug him onto his lap, lean his chin over his shoulder as he writes.]

[ It's a relief when Alhaitham beckons to him, tugs him into his lap as he comes close. With a faint smile, he sits back to allow the other to lean over him more easily, his eyes drifting closed as he beats back the feelings that started up the moment the younger walked out of the shower.

It's silly. Time and time again, the scribe has proven himself, shown Kaveh that he has no intent of going anywhere despite the elder's worries—

and yet the elder continues to worry, and he doesn't know why.

Still, there's something nice about the fact that he gave Alhaitham an idea. He wants to ask— he also wants to ask what they are now— but he doesn't want to interrupt, and besides, the other man is kind of comfortable...

He turns his head, a soft breath gusting against the other's neck. ]

Tell me when you're done, I have questions.

[Tilting his head gently to rest the side of it against Kaveh's, Alhaitham rubs his temple against him affectionately even if he doesn't stray his eyes from his writing. If Kaveh were to peek, he'd find a table of contents, more than actual writing—ideas set in a cadence, from the beginning to the development and ending in a conclusion. Something about poetic frames in ancient scriptures and what they may mean.

Alhaitham hums an affirmative, free arm wrapped securely around his senior, as he double checks what he wrote. Once he's done, he drops the stylus, sprawls more comfortably on the chair and brushes Kaveh's wet hair away from his face before kissing the side of his face.] You can ask, now.

[ By the time Alhaitham is done, he's actually half-asleep, eyes drooping and breathing even against the other's neck. But he stirs all too willingly when the other sprawls back into the chair and brushes his hair back to leave a kiss on his face; his eyes open again, soft and vulnerable and bright with curiosity. Even then, though, his voice is low and almost more mumbled than anything: ]

What did I do that gave you an idea for a paper? And...

[ He doesn't give him time to answer, instead continuing on, giving a soft voice to the anxieties that have bugged him. ]

What now? I mean... what are we? Apart from...... I just, I think I need to hear you say it.

[One of these answers is easier than the other, so he answers it first.

That is not to say that the second answer is easy to begin with. Alhaitham's eyes follow the sleepy sheen to Kaveh's eyes, the recently bitten flush on his lips. He looks beautiful like this, and something warm in him settles despite how damp he is from having barely dried himself from the shower.

Any other moment and the answer he wants to give Kaveh would make him scramble out of his fear, out of his own instinctive need to self-sabotage. There's still a chance of it, after all.

Yet, he knows how to maneuver that well. He brings up one of Kaveh's hands and presses a kiss on the back of his ring finger.] Should I buy us rings? Ensure you and everyone knows?

[It's too much, too soon, too fast, too public, as well. But he knows that in comparison when Alhaitham tells him that he'd like for the two of them to see each other exclusively, it'd sound like a more easygoing compromise.

Perhaps Kaveh knows what he's doing, too, after all.] As for what inspired me, I'm not sure. But I've felt very clear-headed after we've engaged physically. I'm sure Tighnari has a biological explanation for that.

[ Kaveh's eyes widen at the suggestion that Alhaitham buy them rings; with a soft, giddy sort of laugh, he shakes his head, nudges a gentle elbow into the scribe's side. Truth be told, there's a part of him that very much would like to say that, let's do that, but he knows it's too soon, knows it's too much, and right now he'd like this to be something just for them, not for anyone else to know. Yet.

Later on, he thinks he might shout it from the rooftops. ]

Don't be silly, Alhaitham. [ His chiding is gentle, amused in that giddy sort of way. ] It's too soon for that right now. We only just... [ A shrug. ] You know.

[ And then, he shrieks, and shoves the other man so hard he might almost fall off the chair. ]

Engaged physically?! Oh my God, Alhaitham, could you be any more clinical about it?!

[Just as keikaku.

(Translators note: keikaku means plan.)

Alhaitham's cheek tugs the corner of his lip into a half-smile. He's glad that Kaveh agrees, nonetheless, and he's about to propose something a lot more sensible-

—Except he's almost out of his chair when Kaveh pushes him. He shuffles back onto his seat, or at least, clings to Kaveh harder. If he's going down, he may as well go with him.] What would you rather I call it? Have intercourse? Having sex? Making love?

[Oh, he's just teasing him, now.]

You're impossible...

[ He grumbles it, and his cheeks turn pink, but he knows exactly what Alhaitham is doing in trying to rile him up, so he doesn't complain or focus in on it too hard. Instead, he just winds both of his arms around the other's waist, and leans up to kiss him, slow and deep. ]

Just shut up and kiss me. You're hotter when you're quiet.

[ It's mumbled against his lips with a low laugh, because two can play at that game. Right? ]

[Parting his lips to kiss Kaveh feels like bridging over a chasm, rather than opening it, and yet, it opens an abyss all the same. He now understands how proximity, the permission to touch, to kiss, to blend the air of his lungs into Kaveh's, doesn't sate anyone who has yearned for it, no matter how long. He now understands that hunger feeds into hunger, and that each kiss can only make him long for more.

And when Kaveh is laughing so sultrily against his lips, he can't do much else but dive deep into the abyss that is the need for him.

He understands now why the Sun King decided to do what he did.]

Can you review it for me? [He presses kisses along the side of his face, up to his temple. Down to the hing of his jaw.] It's only a structure of what I mean to work on, but I'd like to know what you think.

[ He's busy smiling into the kiss and responding to it, leaning his head back so that Alhaitham can reach all his targets more easily, when the scribe asks him to review his work, and Kaveh's eyes open wide as he looks at him. ]

A-are you sure?

[ It almost surprises him just how much of a stutter is in the words as he looks from Alhaitham to the paper. He's not opposed, of course, but he— well. Somehow he wasn't expecting the other to want him to review it. He's hardly a linguist, and the last time they worked together on anything—

But that's all in the past now, isn't it? Especially right now, with those lips on the side of his jaw, curved in the barest of smiles. ]

If you're sure, then I'll look at it.

[The scale of what he's asking does not escape him. Between kisses, nips, weaving his fingers through Kaveh's hair, Alhaitham knows that the ask is monumental. But for Kaveh, who's unsure of who and what they are, who keeps asking why and how, he knows something like this is an extent of his trust. A request to look forward, rather than back, for at least a while.]

I'm very sure. [He mumbles by his ear, then pulls back to look at Kaveh in the eye.] I trust your judgement.

[ Kaveh hums his content, head tilted into the kisses and nips, the fingers in his hair, and when Alhaitham pulls back to look at him, he almost whines— instead, his eyes drop briefly from the other's gaze, and a smile forms on his lips. ]

Okay.

[ And so he focuses his attention, somewhat sleepy and content though it may be, on the paper in front of them, reading through the planned layout and the few notes Alhaitham has here and there, feeling his cheeks redden and his eyes water.

He inspired a paper on the poetic frames of ancient scripture? The whole thing, somehow, is better than a love letter, and he finds himself disappointed that it's only a layout rather than a full essay, because... ]

This is beautiful, Haitham. Although you might need a third opinion because mine might be clouded by the fact that I feel like crying right now.. [ He laughs, a wet sound, and turns to press his face into the other's neck. ] I want to read the whole thing when it's done.

𝒪𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓉 🏛️

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