[ 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. ]
[It's true, he would have stopped the moment Kaveh said 'yes' and let his hands go. They have that trust.
Yet, he's not at all surprised when Kaveh says that he can manage. The praise purrs lightly out of him before he even thinks twice about it as he slides one hand against the inside of the older man's thigh.]
[ A shudder of pleasure races down his spine when Alhaitham calls him "good boy". He knows that his fiancé knows exactly what it will do to him, and yet he does it anyway, making Kaveh bite his lip hard as he fights not to move, his breath still short and quick.
He can do this. He can.
Or so he thinks until, with a hand sliding against his thigh, Alhaitham tells him to stay right here. His eyes widen, and he half-sits, the disbelief on his expression quickly changing to pleasure as he whines. ]
The lube... is in the side table, you know that.. fuck—what else could you possibly need...?
I do need to move to get it, Kaveh... Is this sudden clinginess an unintended side-effect?
[Honestly, the side table is only over there, did Kaveh really think he was going to just get up and leave him here like this? That would just be too cruel.
(He may have thought about it, for half a second.)]
Or would you rather I stayed right here? [Sighing lightly and shaking his head as he slides a fingertip up the centre of his partner's chest.] You're going to need to be clear.
[ He huffs in a short breath, glowering at Alhaitham. ]
You made it sound like you were gonna leave— [ A pout, a slow breath to steady himself and fight against the urge to writhe as the other's fingertip slides up his chest. ]
Yes, you should get the lube. Just.. don't go anywhere else. Okay?
[ There. That should be clear enough. He swallows hard, continuing his steady, careful breathing. ]
[ Not the entire time, not even now. He's planning on saying something to that effect, but unfortunately for him, as animated as he's always been, he can't help but move just a little when he starts his answer, resulting in him cutting himself off with a keening cry as a jolt of pleasure rushes down his spine so hard and fast it leaves him gasping for breath.
Desperate, he tries to keep himself still. If it keeps going like this, he won't make it.. ]
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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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[It's true, he would have stopped the moment Kaveh said 'yes' and let his hands go. They have that trust.
Yet, he's not at all surprised when Kaveh says that he can manage. The praise purrs lightly out of him before he even thinks twice about it as he slides one hand against the inside of the older man's thigh.]
Stay right here while I get what I need.
[Pat pat.]
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He can do this. He can.
Or so he thinks until, with a hand sliding against his thigh, Alhaitham tells him to stay right here. His eyes widen, and he half-sits, the disbelief on his expression quickly changing to pleasure as he whines. ]
The lube... is in the side table, you know that.. fuck—what else could you possibly need...?
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[Honestly, the side table is only over there, did Kaveh really think he was going to just get up and leave him here like this? That would just be too cruel.
(He may have thought about it, for half a second.)]
Or would you rather I stayed right here? [Sighing lightly and shaking his head as he slides a fingertip up the centre of his partner's chest.] You're going to need to be clear.
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You made it sound like you were gonna leave— [ A pout, a slow breath to steady himself and fight against the urge to writhe as the other's fingertip slides up his chest. ]
Yes, you should get the lube. Just.. don't go anywhere else. Okay?
[ There. That should be clear enough. He swallows hard, continuing his steady, careful breathing. ]
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[So needy, Kaveh. He shakes his head a little as he shifts across the bed and reaches into the side table.]
Are you going to be a brat the entire time?
[SAYS THE BRAT.]
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I'm not.
[ Not the entire time, not even now. He's planning on saying something to that effect, but unfortunately for him, as animated as he's always been, he can't help but move just a little when he starts his answer, resulting in him cutting himself off with a keening cry as a jolt of pleasure rushes down his spine so hard and fast it leaves him gasping for breath.
Desperate, he tries to keep himself still. If it keeps going like this, he won't make it.. ]
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