[ there's very little pause between kaveh verbally making his choice and alhaitham taking action, the scribe punctuating their parting with a kiss much more forceful than the one softly placed on his own lips. in a swift movement, the taller man bends slightly to slip one arm underneath kaveh's knees and the other around his back, picking him up in a bridal carry as easily as if he were a sack of feathers. the electricity in the air remains as alhaitham extracts them from the hallway's destruction and carries his partner through the darkened house directly to the scribe's own bedroom - partly because it's closer, but also partly because he doesn't want any of the other more unpleasant memories that had surfaced tonight to come up again. the entrance to kaveh's bedroom still lacked a door, and that in itself was a reminder of the mess that had transpired there that night.
tonight, he doesn't blast down his own but he certainly bodily shoves it with his shoulder, his hands (gladly) full with an intoxicatingly beautiful shirtless man. the wood judders briefly in complaint as alhaitham sweeps into the room, only stopping once they reach the edge of his bed so that he could put the other down onto the mattress - maybe just slightly less gentle than he intends, because, hm. he's not in a rush, per se, but his mind is absolutely clouded by kaveh right now, the product of years entertaining the ghosts of indulgent thoughts that something like this could possibly happen between them. since they'd crossed paths in the akademiya, since they'd spent countless nights arguing to bitter non-conclusions on their research paper, since they'd separated and he'd found himself wondering just a little more than he thought was normal, 'how is kaveh doing?'.
so that's why alhaitham is all unbridled strength and barely restrained force, because he knows the blonde is sensitive and fragile - but seeing him splayed out like this on the freshly-made linens of his bed, just barely illuminated by the dim lights outside? it's doing carnal things to him, arousal already evident as he climbs on top of kaveh's lithe form, thighs on the outside of the architect's own legs.
- and despite the instinct that's pounding in his veins to keep going without a second's delay, alhaitham pauses for a seemingly long moment, gaze taking in the form beneath him with a look that's both appreciative and darkly wolfish. ]
To think I didn't want you, [ he breathes, his voice little more than a husky growl. ] Ridiculous.
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tonight, he doesn't blast down his own but he certainly bodily shoves it with his shoulder, his hands (gladly) full with an intoxicatingly beautiful shirtless man. the wood judders briefly in complaint as alhaitham sweeps into the room, only stopping once they reach the edge of his bed so that he could put the other down onto the mattress - maybe just slightly less gentle than he intends, because, hm. he's not in a rush, per se, but his mind is absolutely clouded by kaveh right now, the product of years entertaining the ghosts of indulgent thoughts that something like this could possibly happen between them. since they'd crossed paths in the akademiya, since they'd spent countless nights arguing to bitter non-conclusions on their research paper, since they'd separated and he'd found himself wondering just a little more than he thought was normal, 'how is kaveh doing?'.
so that's why alhaitham is all unbridled strength and barely restrained force, because he knows the blonde is sensitive and fragile - but seeing him splayed out like this on the freshly-made linens of his bed, just barely illuminated by the dim lights outside? it's doing carnal things to him, arousal already evident as he climbs on top of kaveh's lithe form, thighs on the outside of the architect's own legs.
- and despite the instinct that's pounding in his veins to keep going without a second's delay, alhaitham pauses for a seemingly long moment, gaze taking in the form beneath him with a look that's both appreciative and darkly wolfish. ]
To think I didn't want you, [ he breathes, his voice little more than a husky growl. ] Ridiculous.