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Alhaitham—

[ 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. ]

[All of this is pure experimentation on Alhaitham's part. He has no idea if what he's doing feels good even if it's physically possible, regardless of what any books he's been reading might have said, but when Kaveh gasps out and grabs on to him so suddenly he's immediately certain that he's going about this the right way.]

Easy... Keep breathing. [Kaveh squirms against the sheets but Alhaitham stays calm, using his free hand to coax his thighs further apart.] I've got you.

[The pressure of his knuckles takes on a strange reversal as he carefully pulls his hand free, only to press gradually back inside. Once again the resistance holds against the intrusion for a moment before it gives way and Alhaitham keeps his free hand against the inside of his lover's thigh to stop him from trying to close his legs.]

[ Easy, Alhaitham says, I've got you, Alhaitham says, and Kaveh nods weakly even as he gasps out, fingers curling tight on the other's arm even as he struggles to breathe in the slow way the other is urging from him, even as he allows the scribe's hand to coax his thighs apart so he can keep fucking into him so slowly.

And on the second press of the other's hand into him, as he breaches that resistance again, Kaveh's eyes roll back, a gasp on his lips as a sudden orgasm washes over him, the buildup of pleasure too much for his already worn body. This time, the spill of semen is thin, barely visible in the way it paints his abdomen; his eyes close as his muscles contract, chest rising and falling in breaths that come too quick, out of the rhythm he was using before. ]

O-oh I. I. Sorry, I couldn't stop it—

[Oh, he knew what he was doing the entire time. He knew that he was pushing Kaveh too hard and the man wouldn't be able to tolerate much more.

Alhaitham gasps in softly as the pressure around his hand increases with Kaveh's orgasm. He waits for it to ease off before he draws his hand free again and grabs a discarded shirt to wipe some of the residue off his fingers.]

It's all right.

[He nudges their noses together lightly and smiles. Kaveh must be exhausted by now.]

Do you want to stop?

[ Does he want to stop? Kaveh is exhausted both physically and mentally, but he's not really thinking about that. His eyes are cloudy as they look back up at Alhaitham, a smile fluttering on his own lips as he shakes his head. Lost in the afterglow, the only sensation really mattering to his body right now is the pleasure— and also, it's clear to him that Alhaitham really enjoys taking him apart, giving him pleasure, and he only wants more and more of that.

It's almost as if he's been drugged with the aphrodisiacs of which this place is so fond, and yet Kaveh knows he's entirely sober. ]

No. [ His voice is a little hoarse from crying out, but he shakes his head again and keeps speaking. ] No, I don't want to stop.

Hm...

[Alhaitham cups the side of his face again, his thumb stroking lightly at the corner of Kaveh's eye. Making the decision for the both of them doesn't seem fair when Kaveh has given his consent and the two of them are definitely as sober as they could be.

Kaveh being half-drunk on his own pleasure doesn't count.

He thinks about it for a few seconds, looking down at his lover's face as if he's trying to read something there, then he nods faintly.]

All right.

[He's gentle, careful in the way he maneuvers them both into place. The man is more than prepared to take his cock and he hoists Kaveh's hips in close with a firm grip as he eases his way inside.

With how he's been keeping himself waiting the shiver of pleasure that runs over his body is immediate. He pushes in until they're locked together, letting Kaveh arrange his legs in whatever way is most comfortable for him as he takes one of the older man's hands again and grips it, squeezing his fingers around it.]

You feel good, Kaveh... [He murmurs, whispering soft and sweet next to his lover's ear.] I'll go slow, okay..?

Oh—

[ Alhaitham hoists him in closer to start pushing into him, and suddenly Kaveh wonders if he's made a mistake— he hasn't, but for a moment it's easy to believe that he might have as the other man slides into his still-twitching entrance, making him cry out with the overstimulation, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as he all but clings to him, breath coming short and fast, legs coiling around the younger man's hips.

It's too much for a moment, but he doesn't say as much, doesn't want it to end when he knows just how good it's going to get again. Instead, he just clings to him, whimpering and panting as his fingers hold tight to those that wrap around his, breathing sharply through each miniscule movement, each spark of painful pleasure that lances through his veins. ]

Y-yeah, I.. you feel good too, but.. yes, please. Slow. Please. Just for a minute or two. Just. Need to adjust again.

[ He turns his head to press his lips into Alhaitham's. It's not a tidy kiss by any stretch of the imagination, too broken up by Kaveh's whines and panting breaths. But he needs it, needs the closeness to the other as he locks them together. ]

[He promised slow and so he goes slowly, giving Kaveh a few moments to get used to the sensation of being filled again before he slowly tilts his hips to slide a couple of inches of his cock free. His movements stay steady and shallow, his eyes intent as he watches every twitch of expression across Kaveh's face, ready to stop when it looks like too much.

One hand stays cupped gently to Kaveh's face while he moves, keeping the older man's face tipped up for soft and warm kisses. The other trails down his side until it lands on his hip and his fingertips press lightly into the tense muscle. Kaveh is free to cling and squirm as much as he likes, of course.

He's careful in his movements, doing this best not to overstimulate the other man.]

How's that..? [Alhaitham asks quietly, nudging their noses together. The scribe's own unsatisfied need pushes him to move faster but he ignores it, focused entirely on Kaveh's pleasure instead.]

[ Unfortunately for Alhaitham, Kaveh's squirming only serves to make it more difficult for him to adjust to the movements, body overstimulated despite the other's best efforts. He groans lowly, fingers clinging to the other, panting into those kisses between returning them, nodding when the younger man asks him how it is. Nodding, because even if it hurts a little, it feels so good beyond that. ]

Y-yeah. It's.. mm, it's perfect.

[ But he knows too that it can't be enough for the other man, not yet. He cups Alhaitham's cheek in one hand, pulls him into a breathless kiss, Kaveh's teeth nipping at his lower lip, tongue soothing over it in the next moment. ]

If you need more, I can take it.

[ He wants Alhaitham to feel just as good as he's felt, after all, wants him to enjoy this just as much as he's made Kaveh enjoy it. ]

I'm okay.

[Alhaitham murmurs as his hand lightly massages against Kaveh's thigh, as if to comfort him. The kisses stay light and soft, giving him plenty of room to breathe, and having pushed himself to the point of overstimulation before he knows the kind of sensations that Kaveh must be battling with.

It's why he wants to take his time. It isn't any good if they can't both enjoy it.]

Just... let me know if it hurts.

[Or if it hurts too much, at least. He bumps their noses together again as his hips roll slowly.]

Try to relax, Vee. Don't worry about me.

[ Kaveh blinks at the nickname— and then visibly melts a little. It's something he thinks he remembers hearing before on Alhaitham's lips, but he can't be entirely sure. All he knows is that it sounds sweet; soft and tender in a way he's starting to learn the younger man truly is in the right circumstances. For a moment, it even draws his attention away from the act in which they're engaged, and he breaks their kiss to give the other an affectionate look before he bumps their noses together again in answer. ]

You're really too much.

[ It's a murmur, soft and sweet and affectionate, fingers lifting to thread through his hair instead, drawing him closer so Kaveh can kiss the tip of his nose, the sides of his cheeks, the line of his jaw— ]

It only hurts a little. I'm.. I'm really okay.

[ And he is. With each shallow thrust, more of Kaveh's ache subsides to be replaced by renewed pleasure; a slow but sure progression for each movement the younger man makes. ]

... Okay.

[Despite the assurances he keeps the same slow pace for another couple of minutes, until Kaveh's thighs stop tensing each time he's pushed into, keeping him distracted with little kisses all the while.

Then Alhaitham shifts position slightly to give himself more leverage and the quiet sigh of relief as he starts to rock in more firmly is audible in spite of how soft it is.

He grips Kaveh's hair and holds the older man's thigh against his hip as he moves, still kissing him, though those kisses grow messier and more distracted as his own pleasure begins to take over.]

[ By the time Alhaitham shifts position, Kaveh feels like he's going to go crazy. The pain has faded by the point into pleasure, his cock hard again even if it doesn't strain as desperately as it did before.

The sigh of relief on the other's lips is met with a slow rock of his hips, a temptation, and then he settles back to let the younger set the pace he needs, head canting into that grip, responding to kisses no matter how messy and distracted they become. ]

Mn... so good, Haitham— just like that— take what you need, I'm here.

[ He wants to give him everything, wants him to feel just as good as he makes Kaveh feel. ]

[A little breath puffs out of him, exhaled sharply through his nose as he doesn't stop but does gently nip Kaveh's lip as if in reproach.]

Don't... say it like that.

[It doesn't bother him enough to stop but definitely enough to comment on it as he strokes his thumb over Kaveh's temple. He looks down into his lover's eyes, his own slightly hazy as sweat begins to bead along his hairline.]

This is for you too... okay?

[ He nods mutely, realizing how it must have sounded, wanting to explain, or to correct himself, but not really sure of the right words— at least for a moment. And then he smiles, tugs his hand free of Alhaitham's so that he can cup his cheeks in both hands. He remembers— ]

Take all of me, and give me all of you. [ This time, his voice is a whisper, but there's a seriousness at its edges that the other man will easily recognize. ] I want you, Alhaitham.

[ His legs coil, wrapping around the other's hips to tug him in that little bit closer. ]

I want this.

[Gods, it almost ends him right then and there to hear Kaveh talk to him like that. Alhaitham's breathing shudders and he nods, pulling Kaveh in closer to him and holding him there. He presses in deep, rolling his hips up at just the right angle to hit that sweet spot.

Any momentary disruption of his thoughts is entirely forgotten. Kaveh wants this; wants him, and for him to claim that he doesn't want Kaveh too would be a bold-faced lie.]

Love you.

[He murmurs between kisses and softly snatched breaths, panting softly as he tries to retain some semblance of control.]

You're everything I want.

Yes— yes. I love you too.

[ It's whispered against Alhaitham's mouth, cut in half almost by the moan that slips off his tongue when the younger rolls his hips at that perfect angle, making Kaveh see stars all over again despite having only recently recovered.

And even with their feelings put aside for a moment, he can't help but feel like no one is ever going to match up to this, how expertly Alhaitham takes him apart before piecing him back together, ruining him for anyone else as easily as he makes him perfect for him. ]

Want you, too. It's.. mmn..

[He remembers how he once asked Kaveh if he thought about him while he was sleeping with other people, and what the answer had been. There had really been no need to go out of his way to ruin the man for anyone else and that isn't really what this is about... but there would be some satisfaction in knowing regardless.

And the same is true in reverse. Alhaitham would mentally compare every encounter to how he feels with this man and find all of them wanting.

He buries his head in Kaveh's shoulder as the pressure mounts between his hips, comfortable with the show of vulnerability when the architect has already seen the absolute worst he has to offer. His hips drive in hard as his orgasm hits and his teeth pinch against the curve of his lover's neck, one hand quickly dipping between them to stroke Kaveh to his own completion.]

[ Kaveh's fingers curl into Alhaitham's hair when he presses his face into his neck, stroking across his scalp even as the blonde pants out and groans, hips arching into the feeling of the younger filling him again, sighing in out his mingled want and need and content at the sensation.

Another soft sound when teeth pinch into his neck— he likes it a little more than he should, perhaps— and again when a hand curls around him to stroke.

And then Kaveh is gasping out, hips arching and head tilting back, already closer to the edge than he would like from being fucked; it doesn't take long before he orgasms again, this time dry but for the tears that spark at the corner of his eyes as he burns with it, the sound on his lips almost a sob from the mingled sensation of pleasure and pain. ]

[For a tense moment Alhaitham stays suspended in his own pleasure, then he sighs out and shudders, carefully drawing himself free of Kaveh's body and shifting to his side. He doesn't go far. Why would he want to?

But his heart is pounding, exhaustion sinking into every limb, and he closes his eyes for a moment while they lay together.]

Outstanding. [He mutters. He finds Kaveh's hand and pulls it to his lips to kiss it.]

I hope you're sated... because I can't do anything more.

[There's something close to humour in his eyes as he turns his head to look at Kaveh's face. The other man is so fucked out it will surprise Alhaitham if he can speak at all.]

[ In response, Kaveh is silent; he waits until Alhaitham has shifted to his side and then bonelessly curls into him, cuddled up against his chest with his eyes half-lidded and his breath and heartbeat both still coming too quickly. He hasn't quite gained the wherewithal to talk again yet, and so he just nods, hums, nuzzling in closer to him as he waits for both the ache and the pleasure to subside enough that he can think like a normal human again.

Alhaitham will be able to see it all over his face when he looks too, will recognize the bliss and the exhaustion both even as the blonde settles against him with a contented sigh.

(And he wants to make a joke, sort of, to tell him he'll never be entirely sated now that they're together, but his brain can't really formulate the words to be witty, can barely think enough to process what Alhaitham just said to him in the first place.) ]

[Alhaitham is quick to cuddle the older man in close to his side, his fingertips travelling idly over warm, sweat-damp skin and his head tilting against Kaveh's hair. He closes his eyes and just breathes, sinking into the novel but entirely comfortable sensation of having Kaveh with him like this, and only after a few minutes have gone by does he move to press a kiss to Kaveh's hairline.

He doesn't speak. He's decided he's going to let Kaveh have the first word, just in case anything he might say spooks the man out of expressing his own thoughts.

As for Alhaitham, though... he doesn't think he's ever felt this kind of contentment with another person before. It's one thing to find solace and peace in books and something else entirely to be lying boneless and sated next to your lover. Something he had never really given much consideration to before.

But something he is definitely going to be thinking more about in the future.]

[ Kaveh does eventually speak, although the words are half-mumbled into Alhaitham's skin, the blonde more asleep than he is awake at this point. ]

Mm... that was amazing. You're wonderful, Haitham.

[ He presses a soft, lazy kiss into the younger man's shoulder, and then another— and then yawns, languidly stretching and shuffling in closer to his embrace. ]

Love you.

[ And now he's so tired, certainly too much so to think or worry about anything. The contentment is everything he knows right now, taking up each and every little part of him that would usually worry and fret, and replacing it with satisfaction. ]

Mm. Love you, too.

[It's nice to be able to say it. To have Kaveh so soft and sleepy and contented beside him, not thinking about anything but his own satisfaction. He strokes his fingertips slowly up and down Kaveh's spine and lets his eyes fall half closed, a soft breath pushing out through his nose as he settles against the sheets.

At least this time, with their activity before, there isn't even half as much mess to deal with. He can feel a faint stickiness against his skin where Kaveh's stomach touches him but it's nothing he can't handle.]

Tired?

[ When Alhaitham returns the affection, it makes Kaveh's smile broaden, the blonde only settling in more comfortably against the other man. He's exhausted enough that he doesn't even notice the stickiness between them; it doesn't bother him, but if he were more awake he'd at least remember its potential for bothering Alhaitham and ask about it.

As it is, though, he does no such thing. Rather, he yawns once more in response to the other's question, and nods. ]

Mm. So tired. Everything feels floaty and nice.

You?

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linguaphilia - 2024-06-18 21:40 (UTC) - Expand