In the interest of both of us staying employed, I'd suggest avoiding it.
[ especially because there'd probably be 'talks' when he returned to his office; at the very least, cyno would want a formal statement considering the ramifications the altercation will have on the scholar's career and future within the akademiya.
his expression remains level as his eyes travel over kaveh's face, a quiet part of him pleased that most of the self-loathing had disappeared from his partner's expression. alhaitham had never been one to focus on emotion, but something about the blonde smiling, laughing, sets some of his internal rigidity at ease - and the less hurt he sees cross kaveh's face, the better. ]
You've long since perfected the art of monopolising my attention anyway, [ the scribe murmurs lowly, hands moving to run appreciatively down the sides of kaveh's waist. the silken crimson fabric of his shirt is as pleasant against his fingers as the feeling of the lithe torso underneath, the architect all graceful muscle. ] - especially tonight.
[ in a languid motion, the scribe's thumbs hook under the hem of kaveh's loose shirt, untucking it in a way that gives him enough access to sneak his hands across bare skin instead of cloth. cocking his head slightly to ghost his lips against the blonde's, alhaitham breathes; ]
You know all eyes were on you all night, right? [ the flash of something carnal ghosts across his face as he locks his gaze on kaveh's, an intense stare. ] Following you around the room, hanging off your every word for how stunning you are. Truly exasperating to watch from afar, really...
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[ especially because there'd probably be 'talks' when he returned to his office; at the very least, cyno would want a formal statement considering the ramifications the altercation will have on the scholar's career and future within the akademiya.
his expression remains level as his eyes travel over kaveh's face, a quiet part of him pleased that most of the self-loathing had disappeared from his partner's expression. alhaitham had never been one to focus on emotion, but something about the blonde smiling, laughing, sets some of his internal rigidity at ease - and the less hurt he sees cross kaveh's face, the better. ]
You've long since perfected the art of monopolising my attention anyway, [ the scribe murmurs lowly, hands moving to run appreciatively down the sides of kaveh's waist. the silken crimson fabric of his shirt is as pleasant against his fingers as the feeling of the lithe torso underneath, the architect all graceful muscle. ] - especially tonight.
[ in a languid motion, the scribe's thumbs hook under the hem of kaveh's loose shirt, untucking it in a way that gives him enough access to sneak his hands across bare skin instead of cloth. cocking his head slightly to ghost his lips against the blonde's, alhaitham breathes; ]
You know all eyes were on you all night, right? [ the flash of something carnal ghosts across his face as he locks his gaze on kaveh's, an intense stare. ] Following you around the room, hanging off your every word for how stunning you are. Truly exasperating to watch from afar, really...