[ Consenting to acts of pleasure whilst drunk has never really been an issue for Kaveh before, and for a moment he thinks that this shouldn't be any different— but at the same time, he knows Alhaitham is right, even if it pains him to pull away when the scribe breaks their kiss. It isn't just an act of pleasure at stake here, after all, but something more serious than that, something he really doesn't want to risk screwing up any further than he already almost did.
And so even though Kaveh is so tempted by the way the scribe flinches, by the rough hunger in his kiss and his voice, he's compliant— perhaps somewhat pouty, but compliant— when Alhaitham suggests that they continue this in the morning. His fingers loosen their grip in the other's shirt, and he takes a step back, wobbling as he does, needing to put distance between them lest his desire leads him to try and close the space once more.
(He notices, too, the way the other man corrects himself, admitting his own share of the fault when Kaveh knows how much he hates to do so. Perhaps later, he thinks, he'll make it worth Alhaitham's while— a thought very much not assisting him in his decision to step away.) ]
I almost wish I hadn't gone drinking. [ Almost, because if he hadn't, they likely wouldn't be in this situation right now. ] But you're right.
[ The ambiguity of Alhaitham's statement doesn't go unnoticed, but perhaps for the first time in weeks— maybe even longer— Kaveh feels like he's not particularly worried about which of the possible outcomes might end up taking place. There's no denying that they need to talk more, and he can tell the scribe wants the physical connection at least almost as much as he does; both will happen at some point, and he's content to wait. ...Which in and of itself is weird, actually— Kaveh's not really the patient type in anything other than his working life, nor is he great at dealing with uncertainties when it comes to emotion— something he might need to think about later when he's less drunk.
For now, at least, he takes the last shaky steps back to the bed and sits down, looking up at Alhaitham as he moves to pull what's left of the covers (read: not much) over him, a thoughtful look on his face. ]
You promise we'll continue in the morning, though?
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And so even though Kaveh is so tempted by the way the scribe flinches, by the rough hunger in his kiss and his voice, he's compliant— perhaps somewhat pouty, but compliant— when Alhaitham suggests that they continue this in the morning. His fingers loosen their grip in the other's shirt, and he takes a step back, wobbling as he does, needing to put distance between them lest his desire leads him to try and close the space once more.
(He notices, too, the way the other man corrects himself, admitting his own share of the fault when Kaveh knows how much he hates to do so. Perhaps later, he thinks, he'll make it worth Alhaitham's while— a thought very much not assisting him in his decision to step away.) ]
I almost wish I hadn't gone drinking. [ Almost, because if he hadn't, they likely wouldn't be in this situation right now. ] But you're right.
[ The ambiguity of Alhaitham's statement doesn't go unnoticed, but perhaps for the first time in weeks— maybe even longer— Kaveh feels like he's not particularly worried about which of the possible outcomes might end up taking place. There's no denying that they need to talk more, and he can tell the scribe wants the physical connection at least almost as much as he does; both will happen at some point, and he's content to wait. ...Which in and of itself is weird, actually— Kaveh's not really the patient type in anything other than his working life, nor is he great at dealing with uncertainties when it comes to emotion— something he might need to think about later when he's less drunk.
For now, at least, he takes the last shaky steps back to the bed and sits down, looking up at Alhaitham as he moves to pull what's left of the covers (read: not much) over him, a thoughtful look on his face. ]
You promise we'll continue in the morning, though?