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[Alhaitham smiles slightly when Kaveh laughs. Mission accomplished, then, at least for the moment.]

Psh.

[How can he snap at him when the man is smiling at him like that? When he realises in that instant that having Kaveh smile at him just like that is all that he could have wanted? Alhaitham leans down and presses a soft, quick kiss to Kaveh's lips, with his own curving up slightly as he does.]

You may believe what you like.

[So... he's not denying it???]

[ He's not quite expecting that reaction. He's waiting for Alhaitham to reply with something just as facetious, if not more— instead, he's met with a soft kiss and a smile and something that isn't a denial, and Kaveh's heart skips a beat or two in his chest.

His hands lift again, cupping each of the younger man's cheeks, pulling him in for another soft, sweet kiss. ]

Then I'm going to believe exactly that. "Kshahrewar scholar found to be so attractive local Haravatat cannot physically stop looking"— how's that for a headline?

[ And he laughs, because he's being ridiculous and he knows it, but as the nervousness is pushed to the side, the giddiness is shining through instead: the relief and the joy that the other man wants to be with him, that his confession was met with acceptance and not all the things that he feared before. ]

You're never going to make it as a journalist.

[But Alhaitham is smiling, softly amused as he leans in for another kiss and lets it linger. His hands move again, sliding beneath Kaveh's shirt and then shifting to unfasten the buttons one at a time. He lets the fabric fall aside as his lips move lower, first pressing warmly into the curve of Kaveh's throat and along the sharp line of his collar bone, the centre of his chest...

He thumbs gently over a nipple, rubbing slowly back and forth over it to tease it up to a hard nub.]

Can I?

[Oh, he doesn't think he really needs permission to keep going... but he's going to ask anyway.

If only to hear the way Kaveh's voice sounds when he responds.]

Good thing that's not my plan.

[ The words are huffed out on a soft laugh into their kiss, and he's glad his eyes open when they part again because can see that smile on Alhaitham's lips, his stomach doing a funny little flip in response because Archons help him, it's not an expression he gets to see anywhere near enough, but it looks so good on him,

and he thinks about saying as much but he's quickly distracted by the movements of the younger's lips, the thumb rubbing over his nipple in a way that has his breath catching.

There's a request for permission, and Kaveh nods wordlessly for a moment, right before he remembers that Alhaitham is at his chest and may not be looking at his face. His hands lift again, coiling soft grasps into the other's hair, fingers skating along the scalp as he works to find his words.

(So unfocused from so little. He's a wreck right now.) ]

Mm. Of course you can— I'm yours, Alhaitham.

[He lets out a little chuff of air against Kaveh's chest as he works his lips across it, occasionally gently nipping to leave little marks. Each nipple gets the same treatment - first teased to hardness by the pad of his thumb before his lips and teeth close around it and he draws the stiff nub to aching hardness.

Alhaitham is clearly set on taking his time. Once he has Kaveh in a mess from those small gestures he keeps moving down, kissing his stomach, quickly working his trousers open and tugging them off along with his socks and shoes.

Then he just... looks, for a moment. His expression is almost unreadable, as ever, but there is something like quiet admiration there.

All this, just for him.]

Sit up, take off your shirt, and turn over.

[He gently taps Kaveh's hip to punctuate his request.]

Please.

[ A mess, perhaps, is an understatement. With Alhaitham taking his time to work over every little inch of him, Kaveh quickly finds himself breathless and whining; by the time the younger works open his trousers to remove them, he'll find that Kaveh is already hardening for him— not that it will likely be much of a surprise, given the soft sounds the other makes under his ministrations.

It's something Kaveh's not sure he could explain right now even if he wanted to, but something about it feels even better than normal, as if their shared confession charged the physicality in some impossible way.

Maybe he'll ask Alhaitham about it later, but right now his eyes are fixed on the look on his face, a hint of something he thinks he's rarely seen aimed in his direction. And then the other is speaking, and without even thinking Kaveh is following, sitting up to peel his shirt off before he turns over, settling back down with his chest against the mattress. ]

What are you doing?

[ There's no fear or concern in his words, just curiosity and wonderment. ]

Something I read about. I think you'll enjoy it.

[Because, well, in a place like this one you're going to come across a lot of books about sex whether you want to or not, and maybe he had spent a while longer reading a few of them than anyone might have expected of him.

He trails his fingertips down Kaveh's spine first, then closes both hands around his hips and gently hoists him up onto his knees. Lips press to the base of the architect's spine, fingertips denting into his skin, and then...

A firm grip slowly spreads him open, and Kaveh would feel something distinctly warm and wet against the puckered ring of his ass. Alhaitham makes a soft sound to himself, as if considering, and then repeats the action.

There's only so much he can do to control the shifting squirm of Kaveh's hips in those moments but he is persistent, dragging his tongue against the man's entrance another time or two before he is determinedly pressing it inside.

The noises he makes are soft but no less obscene for their volume. He tries to keep Kaveh steady, listening to his sounds and the twitches of his body.]

Something you—

[ Kaveh's answer takes a long time to find his lips in the first place, and is then abruptly aborted by the way Alhaitham's hands close around his hips so that the younger can lift him to his knees. For as much as the books in this place revolve so often around sex, even knowing the other like he does he wouldn't have immediately expected him to spend a lot of time reading any of them... It would seem, then, that he has a few more things to learn about his—

Mm. What does this make them? They've agreed to be with each other. Are they boyfriends? He'll need to ask.

Later, though, because lips are pressing against the base of his spine, and Alhaitham's hands are spreading him, and— ]

Oh.

[ The sound emerges as little more than a squeak, a sound followed by another almost exactly the same as the scribe repeats his action, his hips shifting even under that hold as he gasps out at the sensations. He tries to keep himself still, but he can't, just as he can't control the variety of soft sounds that find him for every movement of Alhaitham's tongue. ]

Mn. Alhaitham, that— oh, fuck—

[ He cuts off his wandering thoughts with a soft curse as the other's tongue pushes into him, making him jolt and shudder. ]

[The scribe doesn't pause to ask if it's good. He can feel and hear that it is, and he only adjusts the position of his hands to spread the older man as much as he can as he presses into him.

Kaveh is clean and the taste is... strange, but not unpleasant. Not distracting at least as Alhaitham laps at him between deep thrusts of his tongue.

The intimacy of it has its effects on him too. He has to briefly pause to loosen his own trousers, though it only gives Kaveh a few moments to breathe before he's back at it again.]

[ Kaveh can't quite help the way his fingers tangle in Alhaitham's hair, hips stuttering and trembling under every movement the other makes with his tongue. He can't help the soft, wanton sounds that form on his lips with each thrust, the sensation similar in some ways and yet so different to anything they've done before— anything Kaveh has experienced, ever.

And the moment's pause may be met with a whine, a brief wonderment as to what the other is doing, but in truth there's a part of him grateful for it, because the whole thing is so overwhelming that breath comes harder than normal. ]

H-Haitham—

Ssh-ssh. Just enjoy yourself.

[He nips against Kaveh's ass before the warm thickness of his tongue is pressing at him again, pushing in, flicking against his insides. It does seem like he has done more than briefly read about this somewhere.

Enough to know that his tongue alone wouldn't be able to bring the fullest level of satisfaction.

He nudges Kaveh's knees until they slide apart with his ass still raised, leaving him fully on display for the younger man with his chest pressed into the sheets and the head of his cock sliding against fabric. A quiet sound of satisfaction leaves Alhaitham as his tongue pushes in again, but this time joined by the careful press of one slender finger.]

[ Just enjoy yourself, Alhaitham says, punctuating the words with a nip against an ass cheek right before he continues, and Kaveh's next sound comes muffled as his face falls into the pillow, inhaling and exhaling against mouthfuls of fabric. Archons, like this how can he do anything but? He's helpless in the best of ways under the other's ministrations, every soft sound Alhaitham makes only bringing him to further heights; every touch and sensation riling him up more. It's all he can do not to roll his hips helplessly into the mattress.

And then it gets—

Better? Worse?

His head lifts from the pillow again, another gasp on his lips, fingers falling from the pathetic attempt at a grip on the other, to the mattress and curling into the sheets into, something to hold as a single finger slides into him, working alongside such wicked movements of the younger's tongue.

Despite his best efforts, his hips arch and writhe as he gasps. ]

[Rather than try to keep Kaveh still or scold him for moving Alhaitham moves with him, using each jolt and arch of his body and pressing both his tongue and that finger deeper each time.

A second finger eases in with the first, opening him up for easier access for that sinfully wicked tongue while simultaneously pressing against points inside him that the length of Alhaitham's tongue alone cannot reach.

The scribe makes another soft noise, a low and satisfied hum against the cleft of Kaveh's ass, and the fingernails of his free hand move to scrape slow and steady up the sensitised skin of his inner thigh.

At first he hadn't been sure if he could make Kaveh come like this. Now, he's pretty sure he'd have a hard time stopping the man from climaxing.]

[ It feels like they've only just started, and yet at the same time, Kaveh feels like he's wound up to the point of no return. He whines at the insert of that second finger, but the sound that leaves him in the next moment is something pathetic and strangled, whining as the longer digits seek to press deeper. Not to mention the scraping slowness of nails against his inner thigh sending pinpricks of pleasure down his spine. A myriad of different sensations, each overwhelming in their own way, and paired with the strange amplification of sensation he noticed before—

Mm, he's struggling to stay grounded. ]

Fuck— gods—

[ Alhaitham may have told him to shh, but he can't quite help the exclamations from falling off his lips into the space between them and the pillow, breathless and weak as his hips continue to roll and arch. ]

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[It's strangely rewarding to have Kaveh fall apart under him so swiftly. Alhaitham's keen, calculating mind keeps him at an advantage as he notes each twitch and each moan, what he was doing when it happened, and adjusts his approach to draw forth more of those sounds.

His fingers thrust in steady tandem with each time Kaveh rolls his hips back, with his tongue working as an unpredictable counterpoint to the thicker press of the two digits.

Despite what he might have said, it does seem like he's set on having Kaveh be as noisy as possible...]

[ When he looks back at this later, he'll understand it easily— there's no way Alhaitham doesn't intend to break him right now in all the best of ways. He knows Kaveh's body at this point perhaps better than the architect himself, knows exactly where to press to make him see stars, is brilliant enough to adjust and learn on the fly where he doesn't.

But as it is, all he can think about right now is not disappointing the other by falling apart too soon. Even as his brain tries to float into bliss, he finds himself desperately gripping at the younger man's sheets, panting at the constancy of the sensations the other is offering and whining out as he feels his body tightening up, drawing nearer to orgasm. ]

Alhaitham— please, I'm too close—

Mhm.

[The sound comes out low and hummed against Kaveh's ass as Alhaitham's fingers press into him again. He twists his hand a little, adjusts the angle, and rolls his fingertips over the older man's prostate while his tongue continues its steady torment of his insides.

He heard him. That much is obvious. That he doesn't care to stop ought to be quite evident, too. What Kaveh may not realise in this moment is that Alhaitham is certainly not going to be done with him after this.

He still has plans, yet.]

[ Alhaitham confirms but doesn't stop, and Kaveh lets out a helpless sound as his fingertips roll over his prostate. The twin sensation is too much, leaving him panting weakly into the pillow as his hips arch, body trembling and mouth making nonsensical noises, a too-loud cry of the other's name as his orgasm finds him, cock jerking untouched against the mattress as he spills onto the sheets.

And of course, he has no idea of the other's plans— and so he's relieved and disappointed at once, even through the floating onset of the afterglow— relieved at the tautness having snapped, but disappointed that it's over so quickly.

In a minute, he thinks distantly, he'll ask what he can do for Alhaitham, but in the immediate moments after his release, he's drifting mentally and physically, heart pounding in his chest and breath gusting from between his lips. ]

[There's something so intense about bringing Kaveh to orgasm like this, commanding his body and overriding him in such a gentle and desired way, that it wipes away any concerns or lingering worries Alhaitham might have had about pushing things too far. He follows the man through his orgasm with two fingers still inside him, stroking slowly against his prostate as he spills against the sheets, then he finally gives him some respite and a moment to catch his breath.

A few kisses are pressed along the dip of his spine from the small of his back to his shoulder blades, and Alhaitham shifts away for a few moments to finally shuck off his clothes. They had begun to feel far too restrictive.]

C'mere. [He murmurs, coaxing Kaveh up and over onto his lap. Alhaitham ignores the aching insistence of his own cock for now, just looking up at Kaveh's flushed face and damp lips and quietly wondering at just when he had become so beautiful.]

Get your breath back.

[ He whines again as, for a moment, the sensations don't cease, fingers still stroking over his prostate in a way that has his hips jerking and jolting. Too much— but then it's over, and he can breathe again, and the other's mouth is pressing soft against his skin before pulling away, and Kaveh manages to turn just enough to watch through hazy red eyes as his lover removes his own clothing.

Archons, even worn out like this he can't help but think how good he looks, and— ]

Mm.

[ His answer is mumbled more than anything as he follows the other's coaxing, shifts up until he's seated on his lap, the swell of Alhaitham's hard cock jutting against his ass. It's another reminder that he wants to please him just as much— but first, he needs a moment.

He presses his forehead against the scribe's with a soft sigh, letting his breath breeze over the other man's mouth as it, and his heartbeat, slowly find a renewed steadiness.

He's lost for words right now, but no doubt the lazy, tired smile on his lips says everything he could ever have hoped to say. ]

[Alhaitham watches him while he pulls himself together. There's an intensity to the scribe's gaze that wasn't there before as he looks at the other man, his hands resting loosely against slender hips, but he's patient and silent and he returns that lazy smile with a small one of his own.]

I said you'd like it.

[And, honestly, he had enjoyed it too. Maybe not the act itself, entirely - it was awkward and made his jaw ache - but for the response he got... he could definitely handle doing it again.

He shifts his hips, his cock slipping against other man's ass, and his hands slide slowly around to lightly grip against the backs of Kaveh's thighs.]

I'm not done with you yet, you know.

[It may be a little ambitious to think that Kaveh would be able to do much with how drained he must be feeling, but... well, Alhaitham has thought of that, as well.]

Will you trust me?

Mm. You did. And I did.

[ Kaveh's reply is punctuated with a soft kiss, a brush of his lips against Alhaitham's as his arms circle his shoulders; a lazy, contented movement like everything else he's doing right now. Wrapped up in the warmth of his afterglow as he is, everything feels slow, like—

—not done with you yet— says Alhaitham, as his cock slides against his ass, and Kaveh's eyes widen. ]

Not done—

[ It's meant to be a question, but he cuts himself off as the other's hands grip against the backs of his thighs, swallowing hard as he looks up at him, the sheeny haze leaving his expression in favor of something bewildered and uncertain. He already feels so drained just from that one orgasm alone, how can he possibly— ]

Yeah.

[ The agreement slips from his tongue before he can stop himself, because it's the truth. He does trust Alhaitham. Will trust him. Has always, really, whether he's accepted it in his heart or not. ]

Yeah, I will.

[It isn't as if he planned all of this ahead of time, but the way things are going to go is slowly formulating in his mind. Kaveh gives him the go-ahead and he smiles slightly, firming his grip on the older man's thighs and lifting him up. It's a simple thing from there to guide himself into place and let Kaveh sink back down under his own weight, supported by Alhaitham's hands as he's slowly filled.

Alhaitham's expression pinches slightly as the only betrayal of a response as the snug, tight heat closes around him. His breathing stays steady, though his pupils dilate and a faint sweat springs up along his hairline. Once Kaveh is flush to him he exhales slowly, sliding his palms idly against his lover's thighs like a distraction.]

How does it feel..? [He murmurs. There's something sweet in the way he asks, the question punctuated with a soft kiss as the placement of his hands subtly keeps Kaveh from rolling his hips.

The sensation of his cock throbbing in time with his heartbeat and Kaveh's heat pulsing around him is almost maddening. His thumbs press against the dip in the muscle at the tops of Kaveh's thighs.]

Don't worry. You don't need to do a thing.

[ A soft sound surfaces on Kaveh's lips as he sinks gradually onto Alhaitham's arousal, his eyes closing with the sensation but the bliss written all over his face despite the tiredness, despite the ache of renewed stimulation so close to his recent orgasm. Even with that exhaustion though comes the urge to roll his hips down; he's stopped by the gentle press of the other's hands, and when his eyes open again he sees only sweetness, something soft written into his expression as he checks in on him.

Kaveh smiles, and nods, taking in the swell of Alhaitham's pupils, recording in his own mind as something to remember the slight tightness of his expression. He leans forward just enough to close the space between their mouths again, kissing him soft and gentle and sweet, breath trembling against his lips. ]

It feels. Really good.

[ It's little more than a whisper, his hands threading into silver hair as their foreheads rest together once more. ]

Mm.. I'm okay. I want.. need you to feel good too.

I do. Don't worry.

[He keeps his voice quiet too, not wanting to cut too deeply into the comfortable atmosphere hanging over them both. Alhaitham lets Kaveh sit with that fullness for a few moments more before he grips against his thighs against and starts to move him. He takes advantage of way weary exhaustion has made Kaveh's body pliant and easy to shift, rolling his own hips to steadily fuck into him each time he slides down against him again.]

Just... let me...

[Kaveh doesn't need to do anything. Alhaitham has complete control of the situation, guiding his movements and rocking up into him, leaning up for kiss after kiss and straining to try and keep his breathing steady.

He feels good. Gods, he does, but he has no intentions of rushing this.]

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