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[ 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.

[While Kaveh is skimming over the things he jotted down, Alhaitham allows himself to drop his forehead against his shoulder. He breathes him in, all soap and shampoo and Kaveh, and he thinks he could compare this moment to laying under a beam of sunlight at the end of a busy day.]

'Crying'? [His eyebrows and head shoot up, and Alhaitham is genuinely surprised. He cradles Kaveh in his arms close, tilting himself so he can peer at the architect better.] Was it that bad?

[He knows it's not, but still it's better than asking if it's that good.]

[ Of course, despite his emotion, Kaveh can't help but laugh at the surprise on Alhaitham's face. He shakes his head, and nuzzles in close as the other peers down at him after having just a moment ago nestled on his shoulder. ]

No, it's not bad at all. It's just... you said I inspired this, right? And it's about poetry, so I just...

[ He shrugs. ]

Maybe I'm reading too much into it, but I keep thinking of the poetry you recited before, and I just... I feel good. That's all.

[At that, Alhaitham snorts, a soft little huff of a breath, his shoulders lowering as he relaxes.]

You would make that kind of connection. [He says as he leans his head further against Kaveh's, receptive and wanting more of that nuzzling.

But while he knows well that Kaveh would take offense to such a comment, he adds:] You would be right about it, though.

[ He smiles at the way Alhaitham relaxes and leans in closer, understanding what he wants and rewarding him easily, another contented nuzzle against him. Perhaps he might normally take offense, but the scribe's quick addition, and the tone of his voice, are enough to prevent it, a lazy smile forming on his lips instead. ]

I love you.

[ It's a soft, content mumble. ]

If you're done writing, should we go to bed?

Mnff. [Muffled, against Kaveh's skin as he burrows his face against him, arms wrapped tight and breathing him in with a long, drawn-out inhale, and a relieved, peaceful sigh. Like coming home. That's Alhaithamese for "I love you, too."

But he does say it, whispers it against Kaveh's ear. Before he picks him up. How he manages to do so while sitting down and then carry a fully grown, tall man is odd, but I guess it comes with being a DPS.] I'm impressed. That's the Light of Kshahrewar's genius, I see. That's the best idea you've ever gotten in your life. [He says as he pads them both to his bed.]

[ Kaveh yelps as they go so abruptly from sitting together to him being literally carried, his arms tight around the other's shoulders as he attempts to brace himself against Alhaitham in some way, not wanting either to fall or to overbalance him. Only once they're moving does he have time to register the whispered words against his ear and the teasing about him being a genius. He laughs, and nuzzles at the side of his jaw once more. ]

In the morning, I'll clean up so you can get a start on your draft. [ It's perhaps the most conciliatory he's ever been about chores, but he's feeling good in a way he's never felt before. ] And then maybe we can go out somewhere for lunch—

[ He pauses, thoughtful, and then shakes his head. ]

—No, I'll cook. I want to be alone with you.

[He only drops Kaveh carefully on the bed before he tugs his covers out of the way, and then tugging the architect in with him. How fast and how efficiently he is getting into a bed to sleep in comparison to everything else he does is probably only comparable with how quickly he finished off work every day so he can go back home.

Home. Their home.

Still, he frowns, settling close as he tugs Kaveh closer.] You're not going to overdo it just because we entered a relationship, are you?

[ Kaveh is quick to curl into the other man's side as he's pulled into the bed, a sigh of content on his lips as he nuzzles in nice and close. And while he's so close that he can't see Alhaitham's frown, he can certainly hear it.

It's enough to make him pull away and look up at him, a soft smile on his lips once he catches sight of the other's expression; and he leans up, mouth pressing to the crease between his brows, as if to soothe the frown away. ]

If I overdo it just for tomorrow, will you blame me too terribly? I promise I won't make a habit of it. I just... [ He laughs, light and airy, lips pressing now to the corner of the other man's. ] I'm happy.

[Alhaitham sighs. Kaveh's nature is always aimed at others, and their… connection, he supposes, has been reliant on the fact that Alhaitham was the one that Kaveh would not struggle to please. In fact, part of why he often calls out the architect on his ideals and his tendencies to spread himself too thin is exactly so that he'll forget that he hasn't made an effort to please Alhaitham, and fall into that predisposition.

So the scribe presses kisses to the corner of Kaveh's lip in return, the kiss to his brow soothing but not removing the weight of his gaze, crowding the space against him and holding him tight. He won't do a thing for Alhaitham if Alhaitham keeps him steady in the circle of his arms, after all.] I will hold you onto that, Kaveh.

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