[ he asks incredulously, turquoise eyes cracking open slightly and staring down long lashes at the crimson eyes just inches away from his own. sometimes - okay, a lot of the time, things come out of kaveh's mouth that throw alhaitham for a loop because of the sheer ridiculousness of the statements. the scribe hadn't been a 'relationship person' (until now, apparently), but envy was generally a rather undesirable trait. so, he looks down at kaveh with that trademark expression of skepticism as his hand continues downwards - over the small of his back, and stopping just at the hem of his underwear. ]
I don't see how that would benefit you or me - nor me stating as such.
[ because the jealousy that kaveh triggers in him is fierce, wild, and it triggers feelings so intense in the scribe that even he would worry about truly losing control - about wielding whatever power was at his disposal as a means to an end to assert to the world in general that the blonde was his and no-one else's.
exhaling in a sigh, alhaitham briefly considers raising his free hand to flick kaveh in the forehead for suggesting such a stupid thing, but the comfort of their current arrangement is getting the better of him. instead, his eyes drift over the beautiful, angular face in front of him in a way that always makes him look as if he's committing it to memory. ]
As for last night, it absolutely called for it. Your door always sticks.
[ alhaitham murmurs, voice low as if challenging kaveh to dare take this further - and then he presses a soft kiss to the pad of the blonde's thumb, still lingering against the corner of his mouth. ]
Grandiose conclusions are certainly your specialty, though.
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[ he asks incredulously, turquoise eyes cracking open slightly and staring down long lashes at the crimson eyes just inches away from his own. sometimes - okay, a lot of the time, things come out of kaveh's mouth that throw alhaitham for a loop because of the sheer ridiculousness of the statements. the scribe hadn't been a 'relationship person' (until now, apparently), but envy was generally a rather undesirable trait. so, he looks down at kaveh with that trademark expression of skepticism as his hand continues downwards - over the small of his back, and stopping just at the hem of his underwear. ]
I don't see how that would benefit you or me - nor me stating as such.
[ because the jealousy that kaveh triggers in him is fierce, wild, and it triggers feelings so intense in the scribe that even he would worry about truly losing control - about wielding whatever power was at his disposal as a means to an end to assert to the world in general that the blonde was his and no-one else's.
exhaling in a sigh, alhaitham briefly considers raising his free hand to flick kaveh in the forehead for suggesting such a stupid thing, but the comfort of their current arrangement is getting the better of him. instead, his eyes drift over the beautiful, angular face in front of him in a way that always makes him look as if he's committing it to memory. ]
As for last night, it absolutely called for it. Your door always sticks.
[ alhaitham murmurs, voice low as if challenging kaveh to dare take this further - and then he presses a soft kiss to the pad of the blonde's thumb, still lingering against the corner of his mouth. ]
Grandiose conclusions are certainly your specialty, though.