[ with the state that kaveh had been in when he'd started, there's no doubt that alhaitham could've approached this far more practically without the teasing, without testing to see how much he could make the blonde writhe in the sheets and wantonly moan his name in a way that shoots a keen arousal straight down to his core. of course, he's not intending to involve himself past pleasuring the other - after all, his offer had been one of help, not of self-satisfaction - but the scribe is surprised to find out just how far he'd actually ended up deviating from his course, giving in to far more selfishness and self-indulgence than he'd intended when he'd suggested this.
those deft, artistic fingers weave into his hair and tighten in a way that only ends up making him painfully hard; inconvenient, considering he had to return to the akademiya almost straight after this, and that it would be nigh impossible to erase these erotic images from an eidetic memory with any speed either.
needless to say, he needs very little encouragement to finish what he'd initiated, though the scribe pauses for a moment in his vantage point between kaveh's legs, his own still-gloved hands running up the muscle of the architect's thighs and coming to rest at the jut of his hips.
in a commanding, low voice that's slightly hoarse in a way that could only belie the lewd things he'd been doing to kaveh, he murmurs; ]
Come for me, then.
[ - and then takes the blonde entirely in his mouth once more, resuming the relentless rhythm. he wanted to see kaveh absolutely fall apart, and for once, he wanted to be the reason for it - not some nameless person from a tavern, not some gorgeous man or woman that'd be rightfully smitten with him the moment they saw him, not anyone else.
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those deft, artistic fingers weave into his hair and tighten in a way that only ends up making him painfully hard; inconvenient, considering he had to return to the akademiya almost straight after this, and that it would be nigh impossible to erase these erotic images from an eidetic memory with any speed either.
needless to say, he needs very little encouragement to finish what he'd initiated, though the scribe pauses for a moment in his vantage point between kaveh's legs, his own still-gloved hands running up the muscle of the architect's thighs and coming to rest at the jut of his hips.
in a commanding, low voice that's slightly hoarse in a way that could only belie the lewd things he'd been doing to kaveh, he murmurs; ]
Come for me, then.
[ - and then takes the blonde entirely in his mouth once more, resuming the relentless rhythm. he wanted to see kaveh absolutely fall apart, and for once, he wanted to be the reason for it - not some nameless person from a tavern, not some gorgeous man or woman that'd be rightfully smitten with him the moment they saw him, not anyone else.
all he wanted kaveh to think about was him. ]