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[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?

Mm. I'm tired too.

[Hard not to be after all that and he thinks they have both very much earned a rest. Though part of him says they should get cleaned up first that part is growing increasingly quiet under the weight of exhaustion and he lets his eyes close, feeling sleep pulling at him the moment he does.]

Let's just... get some sleep.

[He's not moving anyway, he thinks... so might as well.]

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