[ 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.]
[ 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?
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. ]
[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.]
[ 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—
[Alhaitham does not reply but chuckles softly into the kiss as he squeezes his fingers around the hand he still has caught in his. It's difficult to tell how much he's doing because he likes it and how much is because he is anticipating what Kaveh will enjoy, but... he thinks it is more the former than the latter, overall.
There's something to be said for being in love with somebody.
His free hand slides from Kaveh's cheek to the buttons of his shirt, slowly thumbing them open one by one. His fingertips trace idle patterns over warm, soft skin before the pad of his thumb rubs teasingly over a nipple.]
How do you want me?
[Since he's tired, Alhaitham is more than happy to let Kaveh dictate the pace.]
[ How does he want him? Kaveh thinks he'd lose count if he tried to count all the ways... and so instead of that, he just continues to thread his fingers through Alhaitham's hair, the other hand squeezing back, sighing as the pad of one thumb rubs against one of his nipples.
At least for right now, he's enjoying just lying here, kissing him like this.. ]
Maybe just like this?
[ Soft and slow and sweet and face to face, so he can see the expressions play out over Alhaitham's face, so he can keep kissing him... ]
[Just like this then. It does occur to him that what Kaveh said was quite cute and exactly why he wants it this way is fairly obvious even before he clarifies... and to be fair, Alhaitham has no objections either.
He shifts so he can start to take Kaveh's clothes off again, starting with his shoes (and his own), and he does give the man a gentle tug to invite him to do the same.
A far cry from the first time they did anything like this.]
[ He smiles. Perhaps, if he weren't so physically and mentally exhausted, he'd recognize the danger inherent in Alhaitham planning to take his time— but he is, so he doesn't. Instead, he shifts exactly as the other directs him to, watching as their shoes are removed before he starts to work on the scribe's clothes, each of them undressing the other in their own methodical, quiet ways.
He even folds Alhaitham's shirt and pants loosely before he puts them on the bedside table.
Only once they're both completely naked again does Kaveh stop to just look at him, quiet and appreciative in the way his eyes skim down Alhaitham's body. Whether because they were in a hurry or he was in denial, he's never taken the chance to just look, and— well, he is an aesthete.
[Not to Alhaitham's recollection and it has never really mattered in any case. He feels the sweep of Kaveh's gaze like something tangible against his skin and a wave of small goosebumps rises up in its wake, prompting a pleasant shiver.
He locates a bottle of lube quickly enough and sets it within easy reach before all of his attention is on Kaveh again.
Alhaitham has already stated before that as far as looks are concerned Kaveh is pleasing enough to look at. It's not quite the same thing as saying you find someone attractive, but attraction has always been a funny thing as far as Alhaitham is concerned.
He settles himself between Kaveh's thighs, slowly pushing both arms up over his head and pinning them there as he kisses him deeply. A few moments slide by before he's urging those arms around his shoulders instead, letting go of a slender wrist to hike a pale thigh up against his hip and rolling his half-hard cock against the older man's ass. Teasing.]
[ Such ideas may not matter so much to Alhaitham, but surely they have to be nice to hear? Kaveh wants him to always feel as good as possible, obviously, so he wants to make the effort, wants to take the time to appreciate him more often. Especially now that these feelings are known to each of them.
Right now, though? His attention is all on the way the scribe slots between his legs, presses his arms down before he kisses him, a soft sound of complete content on Kaveh's lips as he returns the kiss; and when his arms are moved he lets that happen too, wrapping them tight around Alhaitham's shoulders, linking them close together.
The teasing of Alhaitham's cock rolling against his ass is met with a soft nip at the scribe's lower lip, a murmur between their kisses accusing him of being a tease. And one hand unhooks from where he's wrapped around the other's shoulders, trailing down over his chest to touch and explore.
(And maybe tease too, he thinks, brushing a thumb lightly over one of Alhaitham's nipples, just as the other did to him before.) ]
[Kaveh would hear the soft chuff of air leave Alhaitham when his nipple is teased at, but the younger man is more interested in the responses he's getting from his partner than his own pleasure. He said he wanted to go again... so this is all for him.
He knows that the other man needs no preparation to proceed after what they've already done in the last couple of hours but that doesn't stop him from getting hold of the lube bottle he retrieved and coating three of his fingers, adjusting Kaveh's position before he nudges two of them up against his ass.
If Kaveh didn't already realise that he was in danger here then perhaps the way that two of Alhaitham's fingers curl into his body and immediately roll over his sensitised prostate would give him a better idea of just what he's getting into.]
[ The first warnings come in the way that Alhaitham pulls back for the lube, Kaveh breaking their kiss just for long enough to see the other man coating not his growing hardness but his fingers despite the fact that he has to know his lover is already ready for him. He frowns, and his lips part, but the words are halted in the way two fingers slide into him and go straight for the one spot that makes him see stars, the blonde gasping out and resting his forehead against the other's, in the way the fingers at Alhaitham's chest falter in their movements.
It takes him a moment to catch his breath. ]
Wh— you know I'm ready for you—
[ But even as he says it, he's left with a feeling, the beginnings of true understanding.
You don't want me to rush it, do you? We've been having such a nice time.
[Kaveh is definitely in danger and there is something endearing about it taking this long for him to realise it. Alhaitham is unrelenting, slowly fucking into him with two digits, occasionally directly stimulating him but mostly grazing just to the side and around that knot of nerves in a way that shows only too clearly how much he has paid attention to Kaveh's reactions when they have slept together before.
Their foreheads stay pressed together as he looks down at the older man, watching the confusion in his eyes turn to understanding, and a tiny smirk twitches at his lips.]
I did say I planned to take my time with you, didn't I?
[ He says it again, but this time it's tinged with something weak and desperate and needy, a whine on his lips as his soft breaths whisper over the other's lips. Gods above, he's an idiot to fall for this— but can he really complain? Alhaitham may be teasing him, but it feels so good too, being slowly and tantalizingly fucked as that smirk tugs at the corners of the other's lips. ]
Mn... you're a wicked one, aren't you?
[ It's mumbled right before Kaveh closes the space between them for a new kiss, lips parting and tongue tasting the other's mouth even as his hand lowers further at Alhaitham's chest, dropping to his torso to curl around his arousal. If Alhaitham is going to tease him and make him feel good, surely he can do the same. He starts to stroke: long, smooth touches that match the rhythm of the other's fingers pressing into him. ]
[And by people he liked far less, but there is a touch of fondness in his voice rather than a dismissal of the mumbled words. Half of his attention follows the track of Kaveh's hand down his chest and stomach and he hisses softly as seeking fingers touch his cock, rolling his hips slightly into the older man's grip.]
Nngh-- [He drops his head and pants softly for a moment before snagging that teasing hand with his free on and pushing it up, pinning it by Kaveh's head.] Not yet.
[Alhaitham adds a third finger, distracting his lover with the stretch as they press in to the knuckles and curl up inside him.]
[ There's a moment of pleased triumph when Alhaitham's response to Kaveh's is to hiss and roll his hips, the blonde impressed with himself even through the haze of pleasure that he's managed to distract that usually sharp laser focus even for the briefest of moments.
But then that moment is over, the other man snagging his hand and pinning it up by his head as the older man pouts— and then moans distractedly, hips arching up and eyes fluttering closed as he pants out a soft breath.
Behave is what Alhaitham requests, and when his eyes open again, they're soft, cloudy with lust, and Kaveh nods slowly, licking his lips. ]
[He has no reason to think that Kaveh will actively defy his orders so he lets his hand go, moving it to gently touch his cheek instead. His fingertips trace around the shell of Kaveh's ear then up into his hair, nails scratching lightly over his scalp.
Slowly, he slides his fingers in and out, spreading them wide and stretching Kaveh out around them. It isn't needed, he knows, but Kaveh looks so lovely like this and the noises he's making are sending warm tingles of pleasure over every inch of Alhaitham's skin.
He teases a fourth finger against Kaveh's rim, looking down at him intently.]
[ Kaveh certainly isn't planning on actively defying anything— but his willpower shakes somewhat when Alhaitham's hand pulls away to touch over his face and through his hair. His hand holds, but it's an effort, something he has to force himself to remember. The other man wants him to hold it here, and he said he'd be good—
Still, it's not easy to do.
Especially so when a fourth finger teases at his rim, making the blonde's eyes open wide, quick and soft breaths rolling off his lips as he pants; in an effort not to reach for the other he shifts his hand enough that he can curl his fingers into the sheet, holding it tightly enough that he fears it might rip. ]
[He's almost distracted by that begging; the way that Kaveh's hand grips at the sheets and his panting, eager breaths...
Alhaitham draws his hand away for a few seconds, leaving the other man empty and wanting while he adds more lubricant to his fingers. He distracts him with another kiss while he moves his hand back into place and a moment later he's steadily pressing all four fingers past Kaveh's entrance.]
Keep breathing...
[Another kiss, a bit softer but lingering, as his knuckles meet the resistance of tense muscle and push lightly against it. In, out, in, out... the pressure returns again and this time increases... and Alhaitham's lube-slick knuckles slide in. He rubs the pad of his thumb idly against the taut span of Kaveh's perineum.]
[ It's a plaintive whine when the younger man's fingers pull away— he promised more, not less, after all— eyes half-lidded as he watches the other lubing his fingers up still more. He's thinking about complaining that he doesn't need that, but then a kiss is pressed into his mouth and he sighs, relaxing into it, breathing in rhythm,
continuing to breathe as the scribe instructs him to, as all four fingers press into him and Kaveh gasps out as he sees stars. ]
I— mmn yeah.
[ He's obedient, still breathing steadily even into the soft, lingering kiss, hips arching and rolling slightly against the press of Alhaitham's fingers. He's just starting to become properly accustomed to it when the pressure suddenly increases, and Kaveh's eyes fly wide open. The hand he's been so good about keeping in place drops, fingers clutching to the side of that pushing, seeking arm, a soft whine on his lips. ]
Fuck, Alhaitham I— oh, please—
[ He's close, so suddenly desperately close, breath rushing over his lips as he gasps and writhes under the sensation. ]
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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.
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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.
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[ 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.
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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.]
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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. ]
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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?
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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.
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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.
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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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There's something to be said for being in love with somebody.
His free hand slides from Kaveh's cheek to the buttons of his shirt, slowly thumbing them open one by one. His fingertips trace idle patterns over warm, soft skin before the pad of his thumb rubs teasingly over a nipple.]
How do you want me?
[Since he's tired, Alhaitham is more than happy to let Kaveh dictate the pace.]
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At least for right now, he's enjoying just lying here, kissing him like this.. ]
Maybe just like this?
[ Soft and slow and sweet and face to face, so he can see the expressions play out over Alhaitham's face, so he can keep kissing him... ]
I like looking at you.
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[Just like this then. It does occur to him that what Kaveh said was quite cute and exactly why he wants it this way is fairly obvious even before he clarifies... and to be fair, Alhaitham has no objections either.
He shifts so he can start to take Kaveh's clothes off again, starting with his shoes (and his own), and he does give the man a gentle tug to invite him to do the same.
A far cry from the first time they did anything like this.]
I'll take my time, then.
[And with all that that statement implies.]
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He even folds Alhaitham's shirt and pants loosely before he puts them on the bedside table.
Only once they're both completely naked again does Kaveh stop to just look at him, quiet and appreciative in the way his eyes skim down Alhaitham's body. Whether because they were in a hurry or he was in denial, he's never taken the chance to just look, and— well, he is an aesthete.
Crimson flicker back to emerald, and he smiles. ]
Have I told you before how attractive you are?
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[Not to Alhaitham's recollection and it has never really mattered in any case. He feels the sweep of Kaveh's gaze like something tangible against his skin and a wave of small goosebumps rises up in its wake, prompting a pleasant shiver.
He locates a bottle of lube quickly enough and sets it within easy reach before all of his attention is on Kaveh again.
Alhaitham has already stated before that as far as looks are concerned Kaveh is pleasing enough to look at. It's not quite the same thing as saying you find someone attractive, but attraction has always been a funny thing as far as Alhaitham is concerned.
He settles himself between Kaveh's thighs, slowly pushing both arms up over his head and pinning them there as he kisses him deeply. A few moments slide by before he's urging those arms around his shoulders instead, letting go of a slender wrist to hike a pale thigh up against his hip and rolling his half-hard cock against the older man's ass. Teasing.]
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[ Such ideas may not matter so much to Alhaitham, but surely they have to be nice to hear? Kaveh wants him to always feel as good as possible, obviously, so he wants to make the effort, wants to take the time to appreciate him more often. Especially now that these feelings are known to each of them.
Right now, though? His attention is all on the way the scribe slots between his legs, presses his arms down before he kisses him, a soft sound of complete content on Kaveh's lips as he returns the kiss; and when his arms are moved he lets that happen too, wrapping them tight around Alhaitham's shoulders, linking them close together.
The teasing of Alhaitham's cock rolling against his ass is met with a soft nip at the scribe's lower lip, a murmur between their kisses accusing him of being a tease. And one hand unhooks from where he's wrapped around the other's shoulders, trailing down over his chest to touch and explore.
(And maybe tease too, he thinks, brushing a thumb lightly over one of Alhaitham's nipples, just as the other did to him before.) ]
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He knows that the other man needs no preparation to proceed after what they've already done in the last couple of hours but that doesn't stop him from getting hold of the lube bottle he retrieved and coating three of his fingers, adjusting Kaveh's position before he nudges two of them up against his ass.
If Kaveh didn't already realise that he was in danger here then perhaps the way that two of Alhaitham's fingers curl into his body and immediately roll over his sensitised prostate would give him a better idea of just what he's getting into.]
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It takes him a moment to catch his breath. ]
Wh— you know I'm ready for you—
[ But even as he says it, he's left with a feeling, the beginnings of true understanding.
I'll take my time, Alhaitham said—
Oh, he's in danger. ]
Haitham—
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[Kaveh is definitely in danger and there is something endearing about it taking this long for him to realise it. Alhaitham is unrelenting, slowly fucking into him with two digits, occasionally directly stimulating him but mostly grazing just to the side and around that knot of nerves in a way that shows only too clearly how much he has paid attention to Kaveh's reactions when they have slept together before.
Their foreheads stay pressed together as he looks down at the older man, watching the confusion in his eyes turn to understanding, and a tiny smirk twitches at his lips.]
I did say I planned to take my time with you, didn't I?
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[ He says it again, but this time it's tinged with something weak and desperate and needy, a whine on his lips as his soft breaths whisper over the other's lips. Gods above, he's an idiot to fall for this— but can he really complain? Alhaitham may be teasing him, but it feels so good too, being slowly and tantalizingly fucked as that smirk tugs at the corners of the other's lips. ]
Mn... you're a wicked one, aren't you?
[ It's mumbled right before Kaveh closes the space between them for a new kiss, lips parting and tongue tasting the other's mouth even as his hand lowers further at Alhaitham's chest, dropping to his torso to curl around his arousal. If Alhaitham is going to tease him and make him feel good, surely he can do the same. He starts to stroke: long, smooth touches that match the rhythm of the other's fingers pressing into him. ]
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[And by people he liked far less, but there is a touch of fondness in his voice rather than a dismissal of the mumbled words. Half of his attention follows the track of Kaveh's hand down his chest and stomach and he hisses softly as seeking fingers touch his cock, rolling his hips slightly into the older man's grip.]
Nngh-- [He drops his head and pants softly for a moment before snagging that teasing hand with his free on and pushing it up, pinning it by Kaveh's head.] Not yet.
[Alhaitham adds a third finger, distracting his lover with the stretch as they press in to the knuckles and curl up inside him.]
Behave for me, all right?
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[ There's a moment of pleased triumph when Alhaitham's response to Kaveh's is to hiss and roll his hips, the blonde impressed with himself even through the haze of pleasure that he's managed to distract that usually sharp laser focus even for the briefest of moments.
But then that moment is over, the other man snagging his hand and pinning it up by his head as the older man pouts— and then moans distractedly, hips arching up and eyes fluttering closed as he pants out a soft breath.
Behave is what Alhaitham requests, and when his eyes open again, they're soft, cloudy with lust, and Kaveh nods slowly, licking his lips. ]
Mm. I'll be good.
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[He has no reason to think that Kaveh will actively defy his orders so he lets his hand go, moving it to gently touch his cheek instead. His fingertips trace around the shell of Kaveh's ear then up into his hair, nails scratching lightly over his scalp.
Slowly, he slides his fingers in and out, spreading them wide and stretching Kaveh out around them. It isn't needed, he knows, but Kaveh looks so lovely like this and the noises he's making are sending warm tingles of pleasure over every inch of Alhaitham's skin.
He teases a fourth finger against Kaveh's rim, looking down at him intently.]
Can you take it..?
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Still, it's not easy to do.
Especially so when a fourth finger teases at his rim, making the blonde's eyes open wide, quick and soft breaths rolling off his lips as he pants; in an effort not to reach for the other he shifts his hand enough that he can curl his fingers into the sheet, holding it tightly enough that he fears it might rip. ]
Yeah. Yeah, I can take it. Please.
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[He's almost distracted by that begging; the way that Kaveh's hand grips at the sheets and his panting, eager breaths...
Alhaitham draws his hand away for a few seconds, leaving the other man empty and wanting while he adds more lubricant to his fingers. He distracts him with another kiss while he moves his hand back into place and a moment later he's steadily pressing all four fingers past Kaveh's entrance.]
Keep breathing...
[Another kiss, a bit softer but lingering, as his knuckles meet the resistance of tense muscle and push lightly against it. In, out, in, out... the pressure returns again and this time increases... and Alhaitham's lube-slick knuckles slide in. He rubs the pad of his thumb idly against the taut span of Kaveh's perineum.]
That's it...
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[ It's a plaintive whine when the younger man's fingers pull away— he promised more, not less, after all— eyes half-lidded as he watches the other lubing his fingers up still more. He's thinking about complaining that he doesn't need that, but then a kiss is pressed into his mouth and he sighs, relaxing into it, breathing in rhythm,
continuing to breathe as the scribe instructs him to, as all four fingers press into him and Kaveh gasps out as he sees stars. ]
I— mmn yeah.
[ He's obedient, still breathing steadily even into the soft, lingering kiss, hips arching and rolling slightly against the press of Alhaitham's fingers. He's just starting to become properly accustomed to it when the pressure suddenly increases, and Kaveh's eyes fly wide open. The hand he's been so good about keeping in place drops, fingers clutching to the side of that pushing, seeking arm, a soft whine on his lips. ]
Fuck, Alhaitham I— oh, please—
[ He's close, so suddenly desperately close, breath rushing over his lips as he gasps and writhes under the sensation. ]
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