[ it might be an emotional gesture to have waited, though to alhaitham it's more pragmatic - a way to avoid the kind of upset that had dogged them both for years with their inability to see eye to eye or to communicate in ways each other would understand. but it seems that this time, this one time, he'd managed to figure out the correct way to navigate the minefield that is the feelings and perceptions of others, kaveh being one of the more complex subjects to judge.
the words of permission unlock something deep inside the scribe, flicking a switch that he'd locked off to himself since they'd agreed to see each other - and that change is reflected in his demeanor, his entire self just a little less rigid, eyes just a little more wild. it's all he needs, really, and with the slim leg slinking around his thigh, alhaitham lets out a faint guttural growl accompanied by; ]
Agreed.
[ - and then the scribe surges forward with fervor, soft touches forgotten as he soundly kisses his partner in the dim hall, illuminated only by the soft light outside. it's a powerful motion, one that belies he does very much want the other, arms slipping under kaveh's backside and bodily lifting him like he weighed nothing. at first it seems like he's simply trying to even out their height difference, but he strides forward as he carries the blonde with him, sitting him roughly up on the hall console table as books fall, the wood creaks and ceramics topple off it only to smash loudly on the floor.
he doesn't care, not now, the barrage of kisses swift and relentless like a dam bursting its banks as everything turns to heat, hitching breath and muscle under his fingers.
no subject
the words of permission unlock something deep inside the scribe, flicking a switch that he'd locked off to himself since they'd agreed to see each other - and that change is reflected in his demeanor, his entire self just a little less rigid, eyes just a little more wild. it's all he needs, really, and with the slim leg slinking around his thigh, alhaitham lets out a faint guttural growl accompanied by; ]
Agreed.
[ - and then the scribe surges forward with fervor, soft touches forgotten as he soundly kisses his partner in the dim hall, illuminated only by the soft light outside. it's a powerful motion, one that belies he does very much want the other, arms slipping under kaveh's backside and bodily lifting him like he weighed nothing. at first it seems like he's simply trying to even out their height difference, but he strides forward as he carries the blonde with him, sitting him roughly up on the hall console table as books fall, the wood creaks and ceramics topple off it only to smash loudly on the floor.
he doesn't care, not now, the barrage of kisses swift and relentless like a dam bursting its banks as everything turns to heat, hitching breath and muscle under his fingers.
now is perfect. ]