[ there's a perceptible flinch as kaveh's tongue swipes over his thumb, not because it was unpleasant - oh, so far from it - but because the way he maintains eye contact, the languid, erotic way that he licks him? it's making it very, very hard for alhaitham in several definitions of the word, but most of which: testing his resolve. kaveh absolutely knew exactly what he was doing and it was almost terrifying being privy to the full bore of his flirtatious charm, the scribe having to grit his teeth to keep himself in check.
until now, he'd only enjoyed an outsider's perspective on the matter, but alhaitham had to concede: kaveh was far too powerful (in this respect) for his own good.
the affirmation of his statement and that fire being stoked in those emotive ruby eyes - it's enough to make the scribe look a little smug. what they had between them was still beyond definition, but for someone who finds comfort in dealing in concrete statements and finds his housemate infuriatingly attractive? it seemed like an excellent step in a mutually beneficial direction, really. ]
Good.
[ he murmurs approvingly, letting kaveh rearrange them and tilting his head slightly for better access for the kiss he was being urged towards.
oh, he tries so hard to remain chaste, an almost impossible task when the blonde's mouth is so inviting, tastes like the sweet liquor that he loves and imbibes far too much of. there's a moment where the the kiss deepens slightly, teeth meet lips and heated breath quickens - but, with the iron will of all seven archons, alhaitham manages to break away. just an inch, granted, but he fixes kaveh with a matter-of-fact look. ]
A reminder that you're drunk. [ the scribe points out, his own voice rough like he was clinging on by a thread that only existed because he was, perhaps, the most stubborn person in all of teyvat. ] Keeping in mind how easy it seems to be for you - [ ugh. that's not fair, but he hates admitting error; ] - us - to misconstrue intention, we should probably continue this after you sleep it off.
[ whether he meant the general discussion or the physical aspect of the situation remains ambiguous, but alhaitham is a proper scholar. given observation of cause and effect, he wasn't about to stumble headfirst into another week of stress by trying to navigate an objectively sensitive topic with a very drunk, very emotional architect. ]
no subject
until now, he'd only enjoyed an outsider's perspective on the matter, but alhaitham had to concede: kaveh was far too powerful (in this respect) for his own good.
the affirmation of his statement and that fire being stoked in those emotive ruby eyes - it's enough to make the scribe look a little smug. what they had between them was still beyond definition, but for someone who finds comfort in dealing in concrete statements and finds his housemate infuriatingly attractive? it seemed like an excellent step in a mutually beneficial direction, really. ]
Good.
[ he murmurs approvingly, letting kaveh rearrange them and tilting his head slightly for better access for the kiss he was being urged towards.
oh, he tries so hard to remain chaste, an almost impossible task when the blonde's mouth is so inviting, tastes like the sweet liquor that he loves and imbibes far too much of. there's a moment where the the kiss deepens slightly, teeth meet lips and heated breath quickens - but, with the iron will of all seven archons, alhaitham manages to break away. just an inch, granted, but he fixes kaveh with a matter-of-fact look. ]
A reminder that you're drunk. [ the scribe points out, his own voice rough like he was clinging on by a thread that only existed because he was, perhaps, the most stubborn person in all of teyvat. ] Keeping in mind how easy it seems to be for you - [ ugh. that's not fair, but he hates admitting error; ] - us - to misconstrue intention, we should probably continue this after you sleep it off.
[ whether he meant the general discussion or the physical aspect of the situation remains ambiguous, but alhaitham is a proper scholar. given observation of cause and effect, he wasn't about to stumble headfirst into another week of stress by trying to navigate an objectively sensitive topic with a very drunk, very emotional architect. ]