[ hands push playfully against his chest, to which alhaitham simply gives kaveh a bemused look. ]
Honestly, how much force do you think it takes to break a door down? Even you could do it... probably.
[ after all, the less intimately people knew his power, the better - alhaitham had no desire for reknown, or awe, or any of the above - so the 'feeble scholar' bit served him well. at least, until kaveh and their other close acquaintances had decided to start making a show of debating who'd best who in a fight loudly in public settings, emboldened by the resolution of the archon's situation and the akademiya's own dramas.
he's about to start again with some contrary epithet but kaveh closes the scant distance between them with a swift kiss and the quick sting of teeth against his lips, causing his train of thought to be soundly derailed. frustrating.
of course, the blonde is testing him, pushing the boundaries of their bickering now that they could be explored further, and the scribe can't help but let a soft hiss of what could only be described as pleasure escape his mouth as he's caged in. grazing kisses trail over his jawbone and a slim knee presses gently into his groin, kaveh suddenly everywhere - challenging him with that musical voice, which only sounded more lewd for how it was buried against his skin.
it happens in the blink of an eye, really. unlike kaveh, alhaitham only had minor fatigue weighing him down and not a night full of bottom shelf liquor - and if he wanted an answer from him, would it not be rude to deny one?
kaveh's so light to him that it's easy to leverage his core strength and flip their positions, muscle flexing as large hands encircle the architect's shoulders and pin him down into the mattress on his back in a fluid movement. there's still very little distance between them, but now the taller man is hovering above him, thighs on either side of kaveh's hips as if to cage him in himself.
silver hair brackets his face as he gazes back into those crimson eyes with an inscrutable look. it was never a great idea to challenge the scribe of the akademiya, but then again, they were both stubborn until the end. ]
Perhaps I was both. [ he offers, one hand reaching forward to grasp kaveh's chin in a gentle but firm grip. ] On one hand, the Akademiya was very eager to give this house away, so I can only assume there was some catch or another - perhaps skimping on the foundational structure, or using lacklustre materials. If the door came off so easily, I imagine it'd take little more force to shake the rest of the structure, don't you agree?
[ for a moment, it looks as though he's going to soundly kiss the other - but instead, alhaitham's head cocks to the side, his mouth grazing hotly against kaveh's ear instead. so strange to see him without his earrings in - ornate jewellery always suited him so well - but that in itself opened up other... possibilities. ]
On the other hand - yes. I was angry. [ his voice is a low whisper now, lips brushing against the shell of the architect's ear before biting his earlobe gently as if emphasising his point. ] Was that what you wanted to hear? That I'd happily tear the house down if it meant getting you out of the arms of another man?
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Honestly, how much force do you think it takes to break a door down? Even you could do it... probably.
[ after all, the less intimately people knew his power, the better - alhaitham had no desire for reknown, or awe, or any of the above - so the 'feeble scholar' bit served him well. at least, until kaveh and their other close acquaintances had decided to start making a show of debating who'd best who in a fight loudly in public settings, emboldened by the resolution of the archon's situation and the akademiya's own dramas.
he's about to start again with some contrary epithet but kaveh closes the scant distance between them with a swift kiss and the quick sting of teeth against his lips, causing his train of thought to be soundly derailed. frustrating.
of course, the blonde is testing him, pushing the boundaries of their bickering now that they could be explored further, and the scribe can't help but let a soft hiss of what could only be described as pleasure escape his mouth as he's caged in. grazing kisses trail over his jawbone and a slim knee presses gently into his groin, kaveh suddenly everywhere - challenging him with that musical voice, which only sounded more lewd for how it was buried against his skin.
it happens in the blink of an eye, really. unlike kaveh, alhaitham only had minor fatigue weighing him down and not a night full of bottom shelf liquor - and if he wanted an answer from him, would it not be rude to deny one?
kaveh's so light to him that it's easy to leverage his core strength and flip their positions, muscle flexing as large hands encircle the architect's shoulders and pin him down into the mattress on his back in a fluid movement. there's still very little distance between them, but now the taller man is hovering above him, thighs on either side of kaveh's hips as if to cage him in himself.
silver hair brackets his face as he gazes back into those crimson eyes with an inscrutable look. it was never a great idea to challenge the scribe of the akademiya, but then again, they were both stubborn until the end. ]
Perhaps I was both. [ he offers, one hand reaching forward to grasp kaveh's chin in a gentle but firm grip. ] On one hand, the Akademiya was very eager to give this house away, so I can only assume there was some catch or another - perhaps skimping on the foundational structure, or using lacklustre materials. If the door came off so easily, I imagine it'd take little more force to shake the rest of the structure, don't you agree?
[ for a moment, it looks as though he's going to soundly kiss the other - but instead, alhaitham's head cocks to the side, his mouth grazing hotly against kaveh's ear instead. so strange to see him without his earrings in - ornate jewellery always suited him so well - but that in itself opened up other... possibilities. ]
On the other hand - yes. I was angry. [ his voice is a low whisper now, lips brushing against the shell of the architect's ear before biting his earlobe gently as if emphasising his point. ] Was that what you wanted to hear? That I'd happily tear the house down if it meant getting you out of the arms of another man?