[ alhaitham states flatly, though the faux-neutral tone was hard to maintain while being distracted by how pleasant kaveh's long fingers felt in his hair. it's hard to resist the urge to shiver at the sensation - no-one ever touches him like this. ]
Bold of you to assume I have a speech as long as yours prepared - perhaps 'what's on my mind' is just more organised.
[ one arm remains around the blonde's waist holding him secure while alhaitham's other hand slowly but purposefully trails up the graceful curve of kaveh's bare back. the atmosphere around them was so oddly relaxed, like a sunny weekend morning should be but never had been before, and the scribe is taking his time simply touching the other. observing, how he reacted; what he liked. perhaps he'd always bring some sort of methodical system to this fragile new thing between them, but the undiscovered territory was too enticing not to.
alhaitham's hand reaches the nape of kaveh's neck and disengages, only for him to then tuck a wayward lock of blonde hair behind the architect's ear, one that had managed to escape from the messy bun on his head. ]
What secrets would you have me spill? That you've driven me to distraction since we were classmates? That I would've been happy to simply settle for a physical relationship because it meant I could still explore you?
[ the scribe punctuates each question with a short, soft kiss, because now that he had him, had the satisfaction of being wanted in return, kaveh was all that much more intoxicating. plus; alhaitham never lied. ]
You'll have to work for the rest, I'm afraid. All in good time.
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[ alhaitham states flatly, though the faux-neutral tone was hard to maintain while being distracted by how pleasant kaveh's long fingers felt in his hair. it's hard to resist the urge to shiver at the sensation - no-one ever touches him like this. ]
Bold of you to assume I have a speech as long as yours prepared - perhaps 'what's on my mind' is just more organised.
[ one arm remains around the blonde's waist holding him secure while alhaitham's other hand slowly but purposefully trails up the graceful curve of kaveh's bare back. the atmosphere around them was so oddly relaxed, like a sunny weekend morning should be but never had been before, and the scribe is taking his time simply touching the other. observing, how he reacted; what he liked. perhaps he'd always bring some sort of methodical system to this fragile new thing between them, but the undiscovered territory was too enticing not to.
alhaitham's hand reaches the nape of kaveh's neck and disengages, only for him to then tuck a wayward lock of blonde hair behind the architect's ear, one that had managed to escape from the messy bun on his head. ]
What secrets would you have me spill? That you've driven me to distraction since we were classmates? That I would've been happy to simply settle for a physical relationship because it meant I could still explore you?
[ the scribe punctuates each question with a short, soft kiss, because now that he had him, had the satisfaction of being wanted in return, kaveh was all that much more intoxicating. plus; alhaitham never lied. ]
You'll have to work for the rest, I'm afraid. All in good time.