[ If it wasn't for the fact that he was tugging Alhaitham down into a kiss, breaking the other's tirade in two, Kaveh would almost certainly have something smart to say in response to the gibe. Something about how even a title like that (high praise that sometimes makes him uncomfortable) is preferable to being called "decent", or wondering what the scribe has against his nameβ a name he quite likes to hear on the other's lips.
But he's rewarded in his moderation with a returned kiss that has little restraint, a dizzying press of Alhaitham's lips and tongue into his, and Kaveh lets out a trembling sigh as he answers in kind, and his free hand slides down the scribe's side and around his waist, holding him closer now in two places. By the time Alhaitham pulls back from him, his breath is ragged, gusting in short bursts over the other's as he speaks, and it's all Kaveh can do not to chase him, allowing himself to breathe instead.
And then Alhaitham says something that has his eyebrows raise, curiosity in his eyes. ] Why? [ he asks before the other can finish speaking, and he's about to say more but the scribe is finishing his sentence, and Kaveh can only stare for a moment, caught somewhere between embarrassed, touched, and amused, the myriad of emotions playing themselves out over his face.
Little does he realize that the annoyance creeping into the other's whispered voice is genuine, something that might be evident in the way he chuckles, presses a teasing kiss to those red lips and nips at the lower, ruby eyes sparkling with a playful light. ]
Belonging to my darshan is a very different thing to belonging to you, [ he answers lowly, that same amusement in his voice, fingers soothing an intricate pattern over the other man's hip. ] And in their defense, they made their claim a lot earlier than you did.
[ At least in this, he thinks, Alhaitham will have to share him. But that's not a big deal, is it?
A pause, and then: ]
Also, unlike some people, they're willing to acknowledge my status as a genius.
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But he's rewarded in his moderation with a returned kiss that has little restraint, a dizzying press of Alhaitham's lips and tongue into his, and Kaveh lets out a trembling sigh as he answers in kind, and his free hand slides down the scribe's side and around his waist, holding him closer now in two places. By the time Alhaitham pulls back from him, his breath is ragged, gusting in short bursts over the other's as he speaks, and it's all Kaveh can do not to chase him, allowing himself to breathe instead.
And then Alhaitham says something that has his eyebrows raise, curiosity in his eyes. ] Why? [ he asks before the other can finish speaking, and he's about to say more but the scribe is finishing his sentence, and Kaveh can only stare for a moment, caught somewhere between embarrassed, touched, and amused, the myriad of emotions playing themselves out over his face.
Little does he realize that the annoyance creeping into the other's whispered voice is genuine, something that might be evident in the way he chuckles, presses a teasing kiss to those red lips and nips at the lower, ruby eyes sparkling with a playful light. ]
Belonging to my darshan is a very different thing to belonging to you, [ he answers lowly, that same amusement in his voice, fingers soothing an intricate pattern over the other man's hip. ] And in their defense, they made their claim a lot earlier than you did.
[ At least in this, he thinks, Alhaitham will have to share him. But that's not a big deal, is it?
A pause, and then: ]
Also, unlike some people, they're willing to acknowledge my status as a genius.