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[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.]

[ There's something unspeakably sexy about the way Alhaitham just manhandles him, lifting and lowering him against his own movements in order to bring them both pleasure.

For as tired as Kaveh is after his release, the threads of desire are all too easy to awaken in him, inspiring soft but eager responses to those repeated kisses. His heart is quickening in his chest again, the rhythm of his breath unsteady as the other finds a firm, steady rhythm with which to fuck up into him. ]

Gods. You're stupidly strong.

[ It's a comment made with a soft laugh right before their mouths meet again, Kaveh's tongue swiping against Alhaitham's lower lip for a better taste. Perhaps something silly to say, but he's overwhelmed with pleasure and love both, brain addled and a little silly. ]

[It has been noted before, that strength of his, but Alhaitham's thoughts do not stray far from Kaveh as he moves the older man against him and takes full advantage of the limp exhaustion of his body.

If he didn't think that Kaveh could handle this or that he didn't want it, he wouldn't be doing it. He can see it in the man's eyes - he'd let Alhaitham do anything he wanted to him right now and in all the best kinds of ways.

The scribe smiles a little into a kiss at that thought.]

All the better to be able to take care of you. [He murmurs against Kaveh's lips.] In every way that you deserve.

[ A tremor of fresh pleasure runs down Kaveh's spine— but a different kind to the overwhelming sensations of Alhaitham pressing deep into him, to the sparks at his hips as the other grips him to drag him up and down. This pleasure comes from the scribe's gentle words, promising care that, in any other situation, Kaveh would argue that he doesn't deserve.

The only thing that keeps him from arguing now is the same pliant limpness that possesses him physically, body and mind alike caught somewhere between afterglow and renewed pleasure as he makes a soft sound into Alhaitham's mouth.

One of the hands currently tangled in the other's hair slides down, fingers coiling at the nape of his neck; a movement has him gasp out, eyes fluttering half-lidded. ]

You— mm, you already take such good care of me, Haitham.

Mm. Someone has to.

[Because Kaveh has always been tragically terrible at taking care of himself, right back to the two of them being young students. Alhaitham has always had his little ways of looking out for his flighty, emotional friend.

Right now, there is just something very rewarding about the way the blond man is leaning into him, rocking against him, kissing him like that... Alhaitham nips gently at his lip as he adjusts the angle of his hips just so to roll over sensitised nerves.]

[ Even in the midst of this, Alhaitham apparently knows exactly what to say to rile Kaveh up, and the blonde pulls back to give him a Look— but not before reproachfully nipping at his lower lip in response to both the scribe's nip and his words. His lips even part to offer a rebuttal, a few words on his lips— ]

I'll have you know—

[ —before he cuts himself off with a moan, head tilting back and fingers tensing at the sensation of the other pressing into such a sensitive spot. When he looks back up, the dazed look from his expression is gone— his eyes are still clouded over with lust, but there's something sharper, needier about it too. ]

Mmn. Like that.

[He exhales a sharp breath, a huff of air through his nose, and with his hold on Kaveh as firm as ever he smoothly switches their positions to put Kaveh on his back on the bed.

They're still connected at the hip and Alhaitham gives the other man a moment to re-orient himself before he starts to move.

Without having to manoeuvre Kaveh's full weight, the scribe can allow his own passion to come through. His firm, deep thrusts push the older man up along the sheets in small increments, nudging him closer to the headboard. Soft, unsteady breaths exhale over Kaveh's shoulder.

Then he kisses him, and it's soft and sweet and gentle, lingering, a counter to the steady drive of his hips.]

[ He yelps as he's moved so effortlessly until his back is on the bed, Alhaitham leaning over him, and there's something fond in his expression as he admires the other just hovering over him for a moment. Alhaitham looks good like this (although to be fair he looks good every which way, in Kaveh's opinion), and he's just about to pull him closer and tell him as much when he starts to move, firm thrusts that have the blonde arching and moaning beneath him.

And Archons, he realizes, he's being driven up the bed, his hands able to reach and grab the headboard to steady himself after a few of those thrusts, where before it would have been too much of a reach.

Something about that strength is so, so hot.

But even more so, he thinks, when it's combined with the tenderness that follows, the lingering gentleness that presses into his lips and has him sighing as he responds, kissing soft and sweet even as his breaths judder and hitch. ]

[Something in the way Alhaitham moves intensifies all the more once Kaveh's hands close around the headboard. The older man's body is held taut between his own efforts to keep himself in place and his lover's cock and the scribe does not give him any quarter to relax.

Not even with as soft as those kisses are.

He slides a hand up the back of Kaveh's thigh, pushing it up high enough to hook the man's leg over his shoulder. There's almost a smirk on his lips then, surely, to be allowed to manipulate Kaveh's body so easily. It leaves him a hand free to cup Kaveh's cheek as he leans into him, thrusting in hard enough to jolt him up towards the headboard again if he doesn't keep himself steady.]

I love you. [He breathes out. The words are as soft and gentle as the kisses that bookend them.] Never doubt it again.

[ Kaveh doesn't keep himself steady. Between the grip he already has on the headboard and the soft sweetness of those kisses, his distraction is palpable enough that he hits the board in response to that hard thrust. At the same time, his hips arch, pressing up against Alhaitham, and revealing through sheer friction that he's hardened again. The twin sensations— one pleasure, one pain— send a sudden jolt through him, and he laughs breathlessly into their kiss in response.

Such laughter is put to an abrupt halt by Alhaitham's soft confession though, and between the gentle words and the forceful movements of his body, the architect is staggered, blinking wide-eyed at the other as he tries to gather his suddenly-scattered thoughts. ]

You..

[ He looks up at him between their kisses, something soft in his expression, and nods. ]

I won't. Alhaitham, I love you too—

[Truth be told, Kaveh may not hear the words from him too often. Alhaitham is not an emotionless person but nor is he someone given to overt expressions of affection. At times like this, though, he can give some ground for the kinds of things that he knows the other man wants and needs to hear.

The forcefulness of his movements eases and with one hand he coaxes Kaveh's arms down from the headboard to wrap around him instead. The thrusts are still deep but slower while Alhaitham's lips touch every inch of heated skin that they can reach.]

Better..?

[This whole thing has been new. Different. Alhaitham has discovered a few new things about himself...

Of course, those things may well only apply to Kaveh.]

[ How like the other man, to notice even in the depths of their passion what happened. Kaveh smiles, nodding as his arms are coaxed around him, tightening them to get a better grip. ]

Yeah. [ His voice is a whisper as he confirms it, right before leaning up to lock his mouth with the other's again, hips arching up into those thrusts, whimpers on his mouth in response to the way the movements cause friction against his own arousal, to the sensations of Alhaitham pressing deep into him, to the sweetness of those soft kisses pressed against his skin.

And before he was thinking that he could just kiss Alhaitham all day, but he could do this all day too, half-drunk on the pleasure and the sweetness. ]

I— mm, I don't think I'll last much longer..

[Alhaitham almost has Kaveh caged under him like this. The man clinging to him and whimpering against his lips does things to him in a way he hadn't anticipated; far beyond the generalised arousal of his body through this kind of physical contact. He nods a little, prefacing his words with another kiss.]

Just let it happen.

[He's close too. So close that it's growing difficult to not climax before Kaveh does, but by Celestia he is determined to see this through. He won't trip at the final hurdle.]

Let it happen, Kaveh.

[ It's all the permission he needs; with a trembling cry into Alhaitham's mouth, he comes again, cock painting his own stomach this time rather than the sheets; the amount is lesser than before but still visible, dots and strands of translucent white making a mess of his pale skin.

His muscles tense, involuntarily clenching down around the other, arms gripping him just that little more tightly, strong despite the softness of their kiss making this moment something gentle and sweet.

Only once his orgasm is through does he fall back from the kiss, languishing against the pillow as his arms drop from around him again, panting as he tries to catch his breath for the second time since waking up. ]

[It doesn't take much to tip Alhaitham over the edge once Kaveh's orgasm takes hold of him. The sharp tightening around his already aching cock pulls him abruptly into his own climax and he barely notes the way the older man tenses around him through the pleasure pulsing through his own body. Their lips stay locked together and Alhaitham feels his lungs burning, ignored for simply wanting the kiss to last a few moments longer.

Then Kaveh falls away from him and Alhaitham gasps, panting for air, shaken enough by the strength of his climax that for a few long seconds he is almost a dead weight against Kaveh's chest.

He picks himself up carefully and slides his cock free, shifting to the side—...

And directly into the cool, damp patch left by their earlier activity. Alhaitham lets out a quietly dismayed sound and shifts position, nudging his forehead to his partner's shoulder.]

Move over.

[ Alhaitham's orgasm feels like a brief heat in him, Kaveh's eyelids flickering as he lets out a soft, lazy sound, and despite the lack of strength in his own arms, he manages to lift one to wrap loosely around those shoulders at the strength of the other's body collapsed so fully into his own. He's heavy like this, almost a dead weight, but Kaveh thinks he could lie like this for a while anyway— and he lets out a soft whine of protest when the younger shifts to the side.

And then he makes another when he's asked to move.

He does, though, knowing from the sound the other made what kind of discomfort he landed himself in, shifting just enough that the younger will find himself free of it (he hopes) and then nuzzling his nose into silver hair. ]

...zatenough? More?

[ It's meant to be a whole sentence, but the worlds are blurred together and mumbled and Kaveh's not sure even he would be able to make sense of them, had he not just been the one to speak them. ]

[With that bit of extra space, Alhaitham settles himself and pulls Kaveh warmly in against him. They're both hot and sweaty and sticky and he cannot quite shake the awareness of that damp spot behind him, but for once the scribe feels no urgency to move and rectify the situation.]

It's enough.

[Not to worry, Alhaitham is fluent in Drunk Kaveh and this is not too different.

He smiles a little and runs his fingers into Kaveh's hair, scratching lightly over his scalp.]

You're not going to sleep in this mess.

[ The tired, whiny sound that Kaveh makes when Alhaitham tells him he's not going to sleep— it's almost more petulant than anything else, a complaint made as he nuzzles in closer, uncaring of how hot and sticky they both are right now. It's not even that he wants to sleep necessarily, but... ]

Mm, no'tired anyway.

[ He lifts his head enough to meet the other's eyes with a lazy, dreamy kind of look in his own. Later, when his thoughts are more together, he'll take stock of the fact that Alhaitham is the only person who's ever reduced him to this, this purely boneless, contented state where they're no longer having sex but he's still not thinking—

But for right now he just blinks slowly, offering the other a slow, sweet smile. ]

But I don't wanna move, either. [ His words, at least, are clearer now. ] Couldn't we just stay like this all day?

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[He's cute like this, but...]

You can. I'm going to take a shower.

[Not immediately, it seems like, given he doesn't make any motion to move away from Kaveh's cuddling, but he has at least made his intention clear.

They both need to clean up and he needs to change the sheets. Then they can stay here all day... he supposes. It doesn't sound like a completely terrible idea and he does have his book if Kaveh falls asleep again.

He threads his fingers through Kaveh's hair gently.]

You can have five minutes, then I'm getting up.

[ Naturally, Kaveh's response to that is a pout, even as Alhaitham's fingers thread so gently through his hair. Sure, five minutes is better than nothing at all, but... ]

What if I join you in the shower, then?

[ A pause, as he considers the relative lack of amenities Alhaitham has compared to himself. Not that he's exactly planning on utilizing the space for more sex— he's physically exhausted right now— but privacy is nice, as is a little more room to move around, so... ]

Do you wanna go up to my suite instead?

[He nods to the first question, seeing no reason why Kaveh shouldn't join him if he likes - if he can stand - but the second draws a small shake of his head.]

I'm not going anywhere until I've cleaned off and changed the sheets.

[Alhaitham is still idly toying with the older man's hair, letting the events of the past few hours sink in now that things are quiet and settled between them.]

You're welcome to go ahead without me. I'll be along when I'm ready.

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