[ He rolls his eyes as his arms circle Alhaitham's shoulders, leaning forward so he can bump his forehead against the other man's. It's true that he'll drop anything at a time when Alhaitham initiates, especially when it's a complete surprise like this—which it usually is. ]
[Said entirely indulgently as he lowers his arm from the wall to wrap it around Kaveh's waist, guiding him away from the wall and towards their bedroom (since he seems fairly intent on lingering.
The bag he brought in with him is still swinging from his hand, brown paper and entirely nondescript.]
I will have to make sure to show the proper amount of gratitude.
[ Kaveh laughs, voice brighter than just a moment ago, but still edged with that tell-tale, playful sweetness.
(Admittedly, he hasn't even really noticed the bag, not with Alhaitham in his personal space, wrapping an arm around his waist to guide him into their bedroom.) ]
The proper amount of gratitude, huh? Does that mean you're not gonna leave me frustrated and begging this time?
[ It's definitely a taunt, because yes, Alhaitham often leaves him frustrated and begging, taking his time with him until Kaveh is a mess of trembling limbs and half-jumbled words... but yes, Kaveh likes it that way. ]
Or is this a "I'll say thank you three times" kind of deal?
[He makes a thoughtful sound, as if he's considering his answer. As if Kaveh does not already know the answer.]
At least three times.
[At least, and he expects he'll have the man utterly incoherent by the end... but he knows they both like it that way.
In the bedroom, he's quick enough to set the bag on the nightstand and nudge Kaveh to the bed, moving over him with one hand sliding beneath his thigh with a teasing squeeze. He kisses the other man warmly again, using the advantage of his position to keep him captured in that kiss until he's breathless, then he nudges their noses together.]
[ Kaveh laughs again, finally noticing the bag as Alhaitham puts it on the nightstand, both his eyes widening for a moment. His lips part, a question on them, but the other chooses that exact moment to reach between his legs and squeeze, and the only sound that comes from Kaveh's mouth is a low, shaky moan. ]
H-hey, unfair—
[ He leans into that kiss all the same though, arms still around Alhaitham's shoulders, and there's a hint of a whimper on an exhale when he finds himself captured, not allowed to catch his breath.
By the time the younger man does part from him, he's panting, pupils blown. ]
[By now, he knows how best to treat Kaveh to get the kinds of reactions he wants. He's learned what makes his partner tick in the best kinds of ways and has no issues with using every bit of knowledge to his advantage.
He gives the man another quick kiss.]
Good boy.
[Then he's dipping into the bag, pulling out what appears to be nothing more than a length of coloured fabric. If Kaveh is paying attention, he may notice a faint shimmering sheen to it as Alhaitham lifts it out.
He has one of those almost-smiles on his face while he urges the older man's hands up and carefully secures his wrists to the headrail with a couple of passes of cloth. It would seem nothing special at all... until Kaveh got curious (or frustrated) enough to make any move against it.]
That should do it.
[Then he runs light fingertips down Kaveh's chest, unfastening a few shirt buttons on the way.]
[ Kaveh hums into the kiss, a slightly-dazed smile finding his lips when Alhaitham praises him, taken off-balance by the stolen air and words coming so quickly after one another. Still humming, he lies back, letting himself get comfortable—although his eyes do sharpen a little when the younger man retrieves the length of fabric from the bag, curiosity heightening his gaze.
He doesn't quite notice the sheen to it, though—at least not enough to assume it's anything other than a trick of the light, or the type of fabric.
When Alhaitham uges his hands up, he's obedient, his answering smile tinged with bemusement—not that he'll ever complain about the other taking the initiative like this.. but all this for a simple strip of fabric?
It's probably not much surprise to Alhaitham that by the time his fingertips are halfway down Kaveh's chest, the older man is already, out of sheer interest, making a cursory tug at the bonds—
Only for his eyes to widen and a little jolt to rush through him at the sudden, brief sparkle of pleasure. ]
[Alhaitham is absolutely not the kind of person you would expect to find in the kind of store that sells something like this. Kaveh can definitely be forgiven for not assuming there's anything special about the item, but to tell the truth, that was something that Alhaitham was counting on.
His fingertips pause against his partner's abdomen, trailing an idle pattern over the space between his hips as his eyebrows lift slightly.]
[ Kaveh shakes his head. It's true, Alhaitham is absolutely not the kind of person that would go anywhere selling anything like this—to the point where, in the heat of the moment, he has already convinced himself he made a mistake. ]
It's nothing, I just thought—
[ Even as he speaks, the curiosity in his mind fights back, and he gives another light tug at the fabric. The resulting spark cuts his sentence off as he yelps, and his eyes are accusatory as he looks down at Alhaitham. ]
[ Kaveh gasps when Alhaitham puts just the right amount of pressure below his groin—and then cries out when the resulting movement makes his wrists pull slightly against the fabric, making a sudden jolt of pleasure rush down his spine. ]
I—ngh—!
[ He glares down at the other man—although there's no real anger in the look. ]
[ The word lacks any anger, even becoming something of a whine. He does, however, take care not to move too much as he argues. As good as it feels, the last thing he wants is to take himself to pieces before Alhaitham has even started... ]
Your enjoyment, huh? [ A weak, breathy chuckle. ] Such a pervert, stringing up your fiancé like this...
[Anyone else might hear them, but Alhaitham knows better. He pulls at fabric just enough to free Kaveh's cock and wraps his hand around it, stroking from base to tip.]
But while you can still talk this much I know I have plenty of room to try harder.
[Honestly, they both know how this is going to go...]
[ And go that way it does—immediately. Alhaitham's fingers wrap around Kaveh's cock, half-hard already just from the teasing and the shocks of pleasure, and the older of the two starts, hands moving out of pure instinct.
The sound that follows is a sharp, shaky moan as he sinks back into the bed, the sound becoming almost a wail as he realizes how truly defeated he is. ]
[Though he doesn't, yet, knowing Kaveh will voice it if he wants that and trust that it will happen immediately. Instead he runs the tip of his thumb around the head of the other's length and teases slightly against the slit.
A few drops of precum eagerly bead out with the attention.
Alhaitham is fairly sure that if he does this right, Kaveh will very quickly end up in a feedback loop of his own making with very little input from him.]
[ The words are ground out immediately, followed by another whiny gasp, Kaveh's body shuddering under both the teasing pleasure Alhaitham gives him and the more direct burst that follows from the cloth when he can't help but move. It's been barely any time at all and his partial hardness has progressed into full, cock flushed and straining, twitching under the other's gentle touches. ]
[ For a long moment, Kaveh's only answer is a whine. Every time he thinks he has himself under control, Alhaitham's hand shifts just enough to get a reaction from him, and each reaction is visceral enough to make the fabric do its thing. Alhaitham's hand on him is slow, teasing, almost crawling in its movements, and yet Kaveh is starting to feel like he's practically at his peak, arousal twitching and beading under the other's touch like they've been doing this for much longer than they have.
But he wants to answer, he does, and so he sucks down a steadying breath, and then another, trying desperately to keep his hands still for long enough to answer. ]
I want you... I want... mm. I want you to fuck me—
[ Kaveh knows the rules of this game. Alhaitham asks if he'd like his hands free—and he knows, that if he says "yes", the other will free them without any hesitation. The trust he shares with the other is second to none.
Without it, he wouldn't be tied up right now.
But as well as Kaveh knows Alhaitham would let him go if he asked, he's sure that Alhaitham knows that his answer is never going to be yes. Not when his pride is on the line. Even though there's already so much pleasure it's practically unbearable, and Alhaitham hasn't even started to prepare him—
He swallows hard, harsh breaths following the action. ]
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Let's just say I'll make the time.
[ His voice is light, sweet. ]
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[Said entirely indulgently as he lowers his arm from the wall to wrap it around Kaveh's waist, guiding him away from the wall and towards their bedroom (since he seems fairly intent on lingering.
The bag he brought in with him is still swinging from his hand, brown paper and entirely nondescript.]
I will have to make sure to show the proper amount of gratitude.
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(Admittedly, he hasn't even really noticed the bag, not with Alhaitham in his personal space, wrapping an arm around his waist to guide him into their bedroom.) ]
The proper amount of gratitude, huh? Does that mean you're not gonna leave me frustrated and begging this time?
[ It's definitely a taunt, because yes, Alhaitham often leaves him frustrated and begging, taking his time with him until Kaveh is a mess of trembling limbs and half-jumbled words... but yes, Kaveh likes it that way. ]
Or is this a "I'll say thank you three times" kind of deal?
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At least three times.
[At least, and he expects he'll have the man utterly incoherent by the end... but he knows they both like it that way.
In the bedroom, he's quick enough to set the bag on the nightstand and nudge Kaveh to the bed, moving over him with one hand sliding beneath his thigh with a teasing squeeze. He kisses the other man warmly again, using the advantage of his position to keep him captured in that kiss until he's breathless, then he nudges their noses together.]
Ready?
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H-hey, unfair—
[ He leans into that kiss all the same though, arms still around Alhaitham's shoulders, and there's a hint of a whimper on an exhale when he finds himself captured, not allowed to catch his breath.
By the time the younger man does part from him, he's panting, pupils blown. ]
Y-yeah.
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He gives the man another quick kiss.]
Good boy.
[Then he's dipping into the bag, pulling out what appears to be nothing more than a length of coloured fabric. If Kaveh is paying attention, he may notice a faint shimmering sheen to it as Alhaitham lifts it out.
He has one of those almost-smiles on his face while he urges the older man's hands up and carefully secures his wrists to the headrail with a couple of passes of cloth. It would seem nothing special at all... until Kaveh got curious (or frustrated) enough to make any move against it.]
That should do it.
[Then he runs light fingertips down Kaveh's chest, unfastening a few shirt buttons on the way.]
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He doesn't quite notice the sheen to it, though—at least not enough to assume it's anything other than a trick of the light, or the type of fabric.
When Alhaitham uges his hands up, he's obedient, his answering smile tinged with bemusement—not that he'll ever complain about the other taking the initiative like this.. but all this for a simple strip of fabric?
It's probably not much surprise to Alhaitham that by the time his fingertips are halfway down Kaveh's chest, the older man is already, out of sheer interest, making a cursory tug at the bonds—
Only for his eyes to widen and a little jolt to rush through him at the sudden, brief sparkle of pleasure. ]
A-ah?
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His fingertips pause against his partner's abdomen, trailing an idle pattern over the space between his hips as his eyebrows lift slightly.]
Hmm..?
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It's nothing, I just thought—
[ Even as he speaks, the curiosity in his mind fights back, and he gives another light tug at the fabric. The resulting spark cuts his sentence off as he yelps, and his eyes are accusatory as he looks down at Alhaitham. ]
What is this?
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It has an enchantment on it.
[Which he's sure Kaveh could figure out, if his brain cells weren't in the process of flying apart.]
Something I thought we might enjoy together.
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An enchantment...
[ Gods. Alhaitham went to a sex store. His eyes are wide, his cheeks flushed pink. ]
If I pull against it, it... [ How does he say this? What are the words he needs? ] It makes me feel good. Right..?
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Right. And...
[His hands drops to Kaveh's thigh, the tip of his thumb digging a deliberate pressure just below his groin as he squeezes it.]
I don't think you're going to have any trouble fulfilling that very simple requirement.
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I—ngh—!
[ He glares down at the other man—although there's no real anger in the look. ]
This.. this is your gratitude?
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[Oh, this is quite satisfying already. Since Kaveh isn't in any position to stop him, he starts unfastening the blond's trousers.]
This is purely for my enjoyment.
[He did ask Kaveh to trust him. This wouldn't have been as fun if he'd known exactly what to expect.]
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[ The word lacks any anger, even becoming something of a whine. He does, however, take care not to move too much as he argues. As good as it feels, the last thing he wants is to take himself to pieces before Alhaitham has even started... ]
Your enjoyment, huh? [ A weak, breathy chuckle. ] Such a pervert, stringing up your fiancé like this...
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[Anyone else might hear them, but Alhaitham knows better. He pulls at fabric just enough to free Kaveh's cock and wraps his hand around it, stroking from base to tip.]
But while you can still talk this much I know I have plenty of room to try harder.
[Honestly, they both know how this is going to go...]
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The sound that follows is a sharp, shaky moan as he sinks back into the bed, the sound becoming almost a wail as he realizes how truly defeated he is. ]
D-damnit, Alhaitham—
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[Though he doesn't, yet, knowing Kaveh will voice it if he wants that and trust that it will happen immediately. Instead he runs the tip of his thumb around the head of the other's length and teases slightly against the slit.
A few drops of precum eagerly bead out with the attention.
Alhaitham is fairly sure that if he does this right, Kaveh will very quickly end up in a feedback loop of his own making with very little input from him.]
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[ The words are ground out immediately, followed by another whiny gasp, Kaveh's body shuddering under both the teasing pleasure Alhaitham gives him and the more direct burst that follows from the cloth when he can't help but move. It's been barely any time at all and his partial hardness has progressed into full, cock flushed and straining, twitching under the other's gentle touches. ]
Just don't.. don't tease me so much..
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[Sir, this is entirely on you at this point, for being so squirmy in bed.]
But what would you rather have me do?
[Tell him your desires, Kaveh <3 ]
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I... You....
[ What would he rather Alhaitham do? They've been through this time and time again, and Kaveh never manages to say quite the right thing— ]
I just... don't tease me, please..
[ A helpless repeat of the same thing doesn't really cut it, though. ]
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[And yet here he is still being slowly jerked off by his absolutely terrible fiancé.]
But that doesn't answer the question, does it.
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But he wants to answer, he does, and so he sucks down a steadying breath, and then another, trying desperately to keep his hands still for long enough to answer. ]
I want you... I want... mm. I want you to fuck me—
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Oh, I know.
[And, for the sake of his partner's sanity, he does stop teasing him (for now).]
Would you like me to free your hands while I prepare you? Or do you think you can manage.
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Without it, he wouldn't be tied up right now.
But as well as Kaveh knows Alhaitham would let him go if he asked, he's sure that Alhaitham knows that his answer is never going to be yes. Not when his pride is on the line. Even though there's already so much pleasure it's practically unbearable, and Alhaitham hasn't even started to prepare him—
He swallows hard, harsh breaths following the action. ]
I... mn. I can manage. I can do it.
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