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[ 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.

[ Of course, right now Kaveh isn't going to go anywhere at all without Alhaitham, even if that means they stay and clean things up a little first. He helps the other change the sheets, and they wash up and even get fully dressed so they can move back up to Kaveh's slightly larger suite.

And it's certainly not particularly easy for Kaveh to walk around with how jelly-like his legs feel, but he makes a good enough attempt at it that they get up to his room before too long, the blonde opening the door before he turns back to the scribe with a smile. ]

Come in. Sorry if it's a little untidy— as you know, I haven't been sleeping, and when I'm sleepy you know I don't clean up too well.

[Once everything is cleaned up to Alhaitham's satisfaction they leave, and he even puts an arm around Kaveh while they walk to support him on his unsteady legs.

A quick glance around the suite would tell him that the other man had not been sleeping if he didn't already know and he makes a small noise of acknowledgement to the admission.]

It's fine. [He never really mentioned it when Kaveh started to 'slack off' at his house. Just picked up after himself as one would expect any grown independent adult to do. After all, he only gave the man chores so he didn't feel like a freeloader.]

You can lie down if you want to.

Mm. I want.

[ Admittedly, he's found himself leaning into the other a little, relaxing into his embrace as they walk, allowing the other to steady him where he's struggling to keep himself fully upright on his trembling legs. So now he unwinds himself, offering a small smile as he moves across to his bed to sit, and then lie. He should take off the clothes from earlier that he's put back on in order to come up here, but he's tired and lazy, so he just relaxes into the mattress for now.

He reaches an arm out, beckoning Alhaitham over too. ]

Will you come and lie down with me, then? I don't think I'm quite done kissing you, yet.

[He glances around the room again, looking for a moment like he might start tidying up before his attention moves back to Kaveh again.]

Hm.

[Another moment, then he steps over to the bed and slides his fingers through those of the hand reaching for him. There's the ghost of a smile on his lips as he plants one knee against the bed to support himself and then settles down on his side beside the older man.

His free hand cups against Kaveh's cheek and the line of his jaw and he leans in to kiss him, soft and almost sweet.]

[ Mm, this is exactly what he needed. There's a contented sigh on Kaveh's lips as his free hand slides around Alhaitham's shoulders, cupping and grasping at the back of his neck to anchor him close. For a moment, it did look like the other was about to start cleaning up, but this is better, so much better than that.

He's so tired, but.. ]

You wouldn't have the energy to go again, would you?

[ He's aware of just how much he's asking of Alhaitham. But he can't help himself. As exhausted as he already is, the giddy joy of the day has seeped into his bones so strongly that he just wants more and more, quite literally unable to get enough of the other. ]

[He gives it a few moments of consideration, humming softly as he does.]

I could.

[Alhaitham isn't entirely worn out just yet and unlike someone he has actually been sleeping, but he does have a main concern when it comes to the request.]

I'd be more concerned about you falling asleep in the middle of it. [He's close enough to gently bump their noses together as he speaks.] Are you sure you don't want to sleep first?

[ He can't help but give him a Look. ]

Do you really think I'm gonna fall asleep while you're actually— seriously, Alhaitham, how poorly do you think of me??

[ But the irritation is little more than a blip, Kaveh bumping his nose right back against the scribe's, a hint of a smile forming anew on his lips even though he's just been complaining. ]

I won't fall asleep, not until after. Promise.

[The Look is just responded to with a raised eyebrow. Does he think Kaveh is capable of falling asleep in the middle of sex..? Absolutely, if he's tired enough, and he's been around him for long enough to be able to read when the architect is exhausted.

But naturally he protests and the scribe just looks momentarily amused.]

All right.

[He kisses Kaveh again, still soft but more meaningful this time, parting his lips against the older man's and gently pressing him into the sheets.]

Anything you want.

[ He should get mad at the way Alhaitham just raises an eyebrow at him before he offers that look of amusement. But instead, he smiles because the other accepts him, kissing him again as Kaveh sighs. His other hand lifts up too, wrapping around him to curl into his hair as he's lowered to the sheets, a soft sound of content on his lips in answer to that soft, sweet kiss. ]

Mm, words like that are dangerous, you know.

[ It's murmured into the kiss, a chuckle on his lips before he falls silent to return it properly, lips parting and tongue slipping to brush against Alhaitham's mouth, a sigh of content on his own. Words like that are dangerous, he thinks, because there are so many things he wants from the other man, so much he has to offer—

But there's time for that later, isn't there? ]

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