[ it was a reasonable enough question that alhaitham wasn't expecting an answer to, but his name breathlessly on kaveh's voice, those deft fingers in his hair was a better reply than he could've imagined. he's still lost in the soft crook of the blonde's neck, making his own marks this time with the faintest graze of teeth because alhaitham is yet to get the light marks that remain peppering kaveh's skin out of his head - not since that morning.
jealousy is a foreign concept to him, a whole new experience that's not entirely pleasant. the scribe has never been envious of others, because why would he be? he was confident in his own intelligence, his life was comfortable, and he wasn't wanting for anything - at least, he'd thought he hadn't been wanting for anything until it had been summarily taken away from him by someone else. whoever kaveh had fallen into the arms of simply wouldn't get it. they couldn't. couldn't know what he needed, how best to treat him, how to protect him -
- and alhaitham's distantly surprised that he's the authority on all of those things, because he'd made it his business to be.
fingers tangle in the fabric of his shirt and the scribe breaks away momentarily to grab the bottom hems, pulling it over his head and discarding it in a fluid movement without needing much encouragement. his musculature was completely incongruent with how he spends most of his days, hard muscle flexing as he ducks back down to capture kaveh's mouth with an almost bruising kiss.
funny, that alhaitham is almost as blunt and demanding physically as he is to deal with socially, pushing the boundaries of what he could take while somehow perfectly balanced with what the blonde needed. like his speech, his actions are just as to the point, confident, bold and decisive - and to that end, he manages to break away from the heated kiss, immediately moving his ministrations back down kaveh's skin again.
gentle but strangely possessive, his lips make his way south down the blonde's slender neck, over his chest, down past his stomach. each time alhaitham's mouth meets that beautifully soft skin, it's like a message that's reflected in the wolfishness that's returned to his eyes - 'these are reminders, you're mine' - and those turquoise irises shoot up to seek out kaveh's in confrontation as he languidly takes the other's length in his mouth at the same time. ]
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jealousy is a foreign concept to him, a whole new experience that's not entirely pleasant. the scribe has never been envious of others, because why would he be? he was confident in his own intelligence, his life was comfortable, and he wasn't wanting for anything - at least, he'd thought he hadn't been wanting for anything until it had been summarily taken away from him by someone else. whoever kaveh had fallen into the arms of simply wouldn't get it. they couldn't. couldn't know what he needed, how best to treat him, how to protect him -
- and alhaitham's distantly surprised that he's the authority on all of those things, because he'd made it his business to be.
fingers tangle in the fabric of his shirt and the scribe breaks away momentarily to grab the bottom hems, pulling it over his head and discarding it in a fluid movement without needing much encouragement. his musculature was completely incongruent with how he spends most of his days, hard muscle flexing as he ducks back down to capture kaveh's mouth with an almost bruising kiss.
funny, that alhaitham is almost as blunt and demanding physically as he is to deal with socially, pushing the boundaries of what he could take while somehow perfectly balanced with what the blonde needed. like his speech, his actions are just as to the point, confident, bold and decisive - and to that end, he manages to break away from the heated kiss, immediately moving his ministrations back down kaveh's skin again.
gentle but strangely possessive, his lips make his way south down the blonde's slender neck, over his chest, down past his stomach. each time alhaitham's mouth meets that beautifully soft skin, it's like a message that's reflected in the wolfishness that's returned to his eyes - 'these are reminders, you're mine' - and those turquoise irises shoot up to seek out kaveh's in confrontation as he languidly takes the other's length in his mouth at the same time. ]