[ kaveh could do his very best to think of the most unattractive thoughts possible - chores that needed doing around the house, the old sages that shuffled around the akademiya, being polite - but alhaitham is nothing if not focused, and therefore his ministrations are absolutely relentless.
it almost doesn't make sense that he's so good at what he's currently doing, considering the details of his previous dalliances rarely came up in conversation. not that he was shy or reluctant to elaborate, but alhaitham simply guesses it seems an unapproachable topic for an unapproachable person, the only details he'd shared stemming from questions kaveh had mustered up the courage to ask him while several drinks deep.
it had, perhaps, been some time since he'd been in this kind of position, but this was different to his previous encounters anyway. none had been as satisfying to watch unravel or tease the kinds of sounds out of that kaveh was making, the scribe's gaze darting briefly to white knuckles clutching at the sheets with a somewhat smug look in his eyes (if one could look smug while blowing someone, but if anyone could manage it, alhaitham would be the one).
he pauses his rhythm for a moment to make a show of dragging his tongue slowly, agonisingly slowly up kaveh's length from base to tip, still refusing to break eye contact with the other. it's uncharacteristically, intimately lewd and alhaitham absolutely knows that it'll undo him, but there's something so rewarding about seeing the blonde in the throes of pleasure like this and unable to do anything about it, not even bothering to grab a fistful of his hair.
the voice that had been quietly screaming that this was simply means to an end was now completely silent, the scribe thoroughly mesmerised by the breathtaking performance kaveh was putting on. ]
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it almost doesn't make sense that he's so good at what he's currently doing, considering the details of his previous dalliances rarely came up in conversation. not that he was shy or reluctant to elaborate, but alhaitham simply guesses it seems an unapproachable topic for an unapproachable person, the only details he'd shared stemming from questions kaveh had mustered up the courage to ask him while several drinks deep.
it had, perhaps, been some time since he'd been in this kind of position, but this was different to his previous encounters anyway. none had been as satisfying to watch unravel or tease the kinds of sounds out of that kaveh was making, the scribe's gaze darting briefly to white knuckles clutching at the sheets with a somewhat smug look in his eyes (if one could look smug while blowing someone, but if anyone could manage it, alhaitham would be the one).
he pauses his rhythm for a moment to make a show of dragging his tongue slowly, agonisingly slowly up kaveh's length from base to tip, still refusing to break eye contact with the other. it's uncharacteristically, intimately lewd and alhaitham absolutely knows that it'll undo him, but there's something so rewarding about seeing the blonde in the throes of pleasure like this and unable to do anything about it, not even bothering to grab a fistful of his hair.
the voice that had been quietly screaming that this was simply means to an end was now completely silent, the scribe thoroughly mesmerised by the breathtaking performance kaveh was putting on. ]