[ He knows what Alhaitham is doing, saying things that are technically correct while not being in the spirit of what he's asked for. It's something he might usually fight the scribe on, make noise about him being an asshole or acting difficult deliberately or something like that— But Alhaitham is already continuing on in that cool, calm voice of his (a voice that makes Kaveh want to scream in frustration despite it simultaneously haunting his dreams), and his gaze turns back to the other, disbelief shining bright in crimson behind the frustrated sheen of tears, a slight drop of his jaw as an indignant protest rises to the surface of his lips.
But even that protest is unvoiced, because then the scribe says something that threatens to take Kaveh's brain right back out of reality.
Do you need assistance?
Somewhere, vaguely, he realizes that the conversation the other day has ended with Alhaitham thinking they're in some sort of friends-with-benefits arrangement— only they're not actually friends, and there's little benefit in Kaveh's mind to a physical release without the emotional when he has fucking feelings for the man— but that's neither here nor there, that's something for processing later because right now his jaw is starting to ache the way it was in his fantasies, and for a much less pleasant reason.
With a shake of his head, a mutter under his breath— "You're fucking unbelievable"— he proceeds to wrap the sheets around him a little more firmly and starts to shuffle toward the edge of his bed, intent on getting out of the bed and cleaning himself up if only so he can get out of the other man's sight—
Only he barely gets anywhere at all because all the series of movements does is remind him that he's still frustrated as hell, wound tight enough to burst at a moment's notice despite the painful ache between his legs, enough altogether to stop him dead as his eyes fall shut with a stuttered exhale on his lips. ]
...Yes. [ Kaveh's voice is soft, almost defeated, and when his eyes open again he looks at the doorframe over Alhaitham's head and not the man himself. It's true that he wants an emotional connection more than just a physical one, but when it comes down to it, in this moment in particular, he would prefer the physical release over nothing at all.
(Besides, even if it's just something like this, he should take any chance he can possibly get with the other man, right?) ]
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But even that protest is unvoiced, because then the scribe says something that threatens to take Kaveh's brain right back out of reality.
Do you need assistance?
Somewhere, vaguely, he realizes that the conversation the other day has ended with Alhaitham thinking they're in some sort of friends-with-benefits arrangement— only they're not actually friends, and there's little benefit in Kaveh's mind to a physical release without the emotional when he has fucking feelings for the man— but that's neither here nor there, that's something for processing later because right now his jaw is starting to ache the way it was in his fantasies, and for a much less pleasant reason.
With a shake of his head, a mutter under his breath— "You're fucking unbelievable"— he proceeds to wrap the sheets around him a little more firmly and starts to shuffle toward the edge of his bed, intent on getting out of the bed and cleaning himself up if only so he can get out of the other man's sight—
Only he barely gets anywhere at all because all the series of movements does is remind him that he's still frustrated as hell, wound tight enough to burst at a moment's notice despite the painful ache between his legs, enough altogether to stop him dead as his eyes fall shut with a stuttered exhale on his lips. ]
...Yes. [ Kaveh's voice is soft, almost defeated, and when his eyes open again he looks at the doorframe over Alhaitham's head and not the man himself. It's true that he wants an emotional connection more than just a physical one, but when it comes down to it, in this moment in particular, he would prefer the physical release over nothing at all.
(Besides, even if it's just something like this, he should take any chance he can possibly get with the other man, right?) ]
Yes, I need help.