[ Selfishness is, one could say, right up there with jealousy as an undesirable quality in a person... and yet Kaveh can't even remotely bring himself to complain about the words on the other man's lips, not when he can almost see— and certainly feel— Alhaitham's relief in response to his reply. He can't help but reward the scribe with a slight press of his lips, a hum and a smile on his own. When he draws back, his eyes are fond, searching the other's face as he listens— and chuckles— to the comparison made between them and the stars, as he tilts his head to chase the other's touches once his hair is freed to fall around his face.
And the truth is, maybe he is pushing things a little too far for someone who's as hungover as he is. But his secret— which isn't really a secret? He's often hungover. That, and it's hard to focus on the woes of feeling ill when he has an incredibly attractive man spread out under him, teasing him with words and mouth and hands alike, a man who he's wanted for longer than he's even sure he can quantify... only that it's a long, long time.
What's said next, though, makes him roll his eyes and shove playfully at that broad, naked chest as he scoffs. ]
Aren't you the one who goes around telling people you're some kind of "feeble scholar"? And now you think you're powerful enough that you made the foundations shake? I know adrenaline boosts strength and all, but that's still a mighty rich claim...
[ This time, when Kaveh closes the space between their mouths, it's more of a bite than a kiss, dragging the other's lower lip in his teeth as he pulls back, a glint behind his crimson pupils. ]
Either you're arrogant enough to think you know what I felt better than me, or you were far angrier by what you saw than you let on.
[ The words are punctuated with a slow, teasing smile, his knee inching closer toward the crux of the space between Alhaitham's thighs, his mouth dipping to run a trail of wet kisses (and the occasional punishing nip of teeth) from the corner of the other's mouth to his jaw. ]
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And the truth is, maybe he is pushing things a little too far for someone who's as hungover as he is. But his secret— which isn't really a secret? He's often hungover. That, and it's hard to focus on the woes of feeling ill when he has an incredibly attractive man spread out under him, teasing him with words and mouth and hands alike, a man who he's wanted for longer than he's even sure he can quantify... only that it's a long, long time.
What's said next, though, makes him roll his eyes and shove playfully at that broad, naked chest as he scoffs. ]
Aren't you the one who goes around telling people you're some kind of "feeble scholar"? And now you think you're powerful enough that you made the foundations shake? I know adrenaline boosts strength and all, but that's still a mighty rich claim...
[ This time, when Kaveh closes the space between their mouths, it's more of a bite than a kiss, dragging the other's lower lip in his teeth as he pulls back, a glint behind his crimson pupils. ]
Either you're arrogant enough to think you know what I felt better than me, or you were far angrier by what you saw than you let on.
[ The words are punctuated with a slow, teasing smile, his knee inching closer toward the crux of the space between Alhaitham's thighs, his mouth dipping to run a trail of wet kisses (and the occasional punishing nip of teeth) from the corner of the other's mouth to his jaw. ]
Which is it, scribe?