[ Kaveh breaks the kiss with the words— something he doesn't actually want to do, if he's honest, but is serving in the moment as a type of punishment— and he pulls back to look down at Alhaitham, hand shifting back to thumb and tug at the scribe's lower lip. The close way the other man holds him, and the low, purposeful dip of the hand at his spine don't help, very much make him want to give in and kiss him until they're both breathless; but at least for now his willpower holds, carmine eyes taking in the other's features as he holds his face just out of reach. ]
This morning, yes. But we both know that last night called for no such thing.
[ Hadn't he only just decided to take mercy on Alhaitham in regards to this exact topic? Yet it's a mercy pushed aside in favor of teasing, his free hand moving to splay wide over the other's chest, the fingers at his mouth giving another little tug at his lower lip. That possessive darkness that had glimmered in the air as clearly as the tell-tale lights of Alhaitham's Vision— yes, it's still very much something Kaveh wants to unwrap. Even if it means teasing him about it. ]
You can call it "taking out the trash" as much as you want, but you should at least admit that you were jealous. [ Something of a playful, teasing light glimmers behind ruby irises as he thumbs at Alhaitham's lip again. ] ...Mm, you could even say I demand it.
[ Translation: no, he's not out of demands. Nor is he ever likely to be, at least when it comes to the man spread out underneath him right now, all silver hair and contented face and muscled body. ]
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[ Kaveh breaks the kiss with the words— something he doesn't actually want to do, if he's honest, but is serving in the moment as a type of punishment— and he pulls back to look down at Alhaitham, hand shifting back to thumb and tug at the scribe's lower lip. The close way the other man holds him, and the low, purposeful dip of the hand at his spine don't help, very much make him want to give in and kiss him until they're both breathless; but at least for now his willpower holds, carmine eyes taking in the other's features as he holds his face just out of reach. ]
This morning, yes. But we both know that last night called for no such thing.
[ Hadn't he only just decided to take mercy on Alhaitham in regards to this exact topic? Yet it's a mercy pushed aside in favor of teasing, his free hand moving to splay wide over the other's chest, the fingers at his mouth giving another little tug at his lower lip. That possessive darkness that had glimmered in the air as clearly as the tell-tale lights of Alhaitham's Vision— yes, it's still very much something Kaveh wants to unwrap. Even if it means teasing him about it. ]
You can call it "taking out the trash" as much as you want, but you should at least admit that you were jealous. [ Something of a playful, teasing light glimmers behind ruby irises as he thumbs at Alhaitham's lip again. ] ...Mm, you could even say I demand it.
[ Translation: no, he's not out of demands. Nor is he ever likely to be, at least when it comes to the man spread out underneath him right now, all silver hair and contented face and muscled body. ]