[ It's unfair how, right as his eyes settle on Alhaitham's face, he catches the way the other man's throat works, the bob of his larynx as he swallows— not to mention the swipe of his thumb over his burnished lip in the next moment. It sends another jolt of pleasure right to his spent length, and if he wasn't cooling down from his third release in a too-short time, he might have found that simple act to be the spark of something all over again. But as it is, it's an image he's forced to file away in his mind for later, a hitch in his breath that leaves it short and quick as the other man moves to join him higher up on the bed.
He wants to kiss him, but Alhaitham is settling on his side and looking over him, something smug in his expression that stops Kaveh in his tracks, brings him just that little closer to reality, a reminder of the fact that the other's goal was to get him out of the bed as quickly as possible. ]
Y-Yeah. Yeah, it helped a lot.
[ And that should be all there is to it. Right? But even then, with that knowledge in his mind, he can't quite stop his eyes from skimming down over the scribe's body in answer, taking in the firm lines of his muscled abs, and then lower still to the arousal straining obvious against the soft, loose fabric of his pants. Kaveh's mouth runs dry at the sight, and if the other man is watching closely enough he may see the slight dilation of his pupils, eyes flicking back up to his face as his tongue wets his lips.
(Alhaitham is hard— For him? Or just in a natural response to what was happening in the moment between the two of them?) ]
Do you... [ and the words come out as a stutter, tasting unsure on Kaveh's lips even as ruby eyes seek emerald, a question alive in his gaze. ] Can I— May I... Will you let me help you?
[ The question is finally asked, and lithe, delicate fingers are flexing at his side, more desperate than he'll ever admit to reach out, to touch, to do something in return, wanting to see Alhaitham fall apart for him just as he fell apart for the scribe—
Maybe he's still a little disconnected from reality. ]
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He wants to kiss him, but Alhaitham is settling on his side and looking over him, something smug in his expression that stops Kaveh in his tracks, brings him just that little closer to reality, a reminder of the fact that the other's goal was to get him out of the bed as quickly as possible. ]
Y-Yeah. Yeah, it helped a lot.
[ And that should be all there is to it. Right? But even then, with that knowledge in his mind, he can't quite stop his eyes from skimming down over the scribe's body in answer, taking in the firm lines of his muscled abs, and then lower still to the arousal straining obvious against the soft, loose fabric of his pants. Kaveh's mouth runs dry at the sight, and if the other man is watching closely enough he may see the slight dilation of his pupils, eyes flicking back up to his face as his tongue wets his lips.
(Alhaitham is hard— For him? Or just in a natural response to what was happening in the moment between the two of them?) ]
Do you... [ and the words come out as a stutter, tasting unsure on Kaveh's lips even as ruby eyes seek emerald, a question alive in his gaze. ] Can I— May I... Will you let me help you?
[ The question is finally asked, and lithe, delicate fingers are flexing at his side, more desperate than he'll ever admit to reach out, to touch, to do something in return, wanting to see Alhaitham fall apart for him just as he fell apart for the scribe—
Maybe he's still a little disconnected from reality. ]