Read them already, [ he breathes dismissively, truly unconcerned for the tomes that now laid scattered on the hall floor among the shards of broken pottery. perhaps it was the first time in his life he'd eschewed a book, but it was extremely difficult to care or concentrate on anything else when kaveh was making such delicious sounds against his mouth and deftly trying to divest him of his shirt. assisting in the endeavour by straightening his torso up just enough for the blonde to tug it off and discard it on the floor, alhaitham wastes no time in diving straight back in and similarly pulling up at the crimson silk of kaveh's own top.
unlike how he normally carries himself - fluid, cool, collected - there's a hasty, raw edge to the scribe's actions as he manages to slip the shirt over the blonde's head and drop it to the hallway floor with equal carelessness. after so long, so long of restraining himself, of wanting, of waiting, being parted from the other for even a moment seems like an age, the desire emphasised by the swiftness with which he dives back in.
large hands sink into golden hair as alhaitham connects their lips with a passion that he's otherwise not known to possess, his touch almost greedy as fingers on one side travel searchingly down kaveh's bare side to stop briefly at the jut of his hipbone. his famous control has already slipped away for the second time this evening, and while it's not the same kind of emotion that had unleashed at the scholar earlier that night, it's stil new to him - overwhelming, all-encompassing, but unlike the anger?
this loss of logical boundary was thrilling. arousing.
teeth graze kaveh's bottom lip as the scribe unashamedly drops his travelling hand lower to the junction of the architect's legs, palming him firmly through the fabric of his black leggings. ]
A bed or the hallway, [ he murmurs in a breathless, graveled tone against kaveh's kiss-reddened lips. ] Your choice.
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unlike how he normally carries himself - fluid, cool, collected - there's a hasty, raw edge to the scribe's actions as he manages to slip the shirt over the blonde's head and drop it to the hallway floor with equal carelessness. after so long, so long of restraining himself, of wanting, of waiting, being parted from the other for even a moment seems like an age, the desire emphasised by the swiftness with which he dives back in.
large hands sink into golden hair as alhaitham connects their lips with a passion that he's otherwise not known to possess, his touch almost greedy as fingers on one side travel searchingly down kaveh's bare side to stop briefly at the jut of his hipbone. his famous control has already slipped away for the second time this evening, and while it's not the same kind of emotion that had unleashed at the scholar earlier that night, it's stil new to him - overwhelming, all-encompassing, but unlike the anger?
this loss of logical boundary was thrilling. arousing.
teeth graze kaveh's bottom lip as the scribe unashamedly drops his travelling hand lower to the junction of the architect's legs, palming him firmly through the fabric of his black leggings. ]
A bed or the hallway, [ he murmurs in a breathless, graveled tone against kaveh's kiss-reddened lips. ] Your choice.