[ there's a quiet, breathy chuckle as the blonde yanks him downwards, the ghost of a laugh so alien on alhaitham's normally neutral voice. ]
Impatient, as always.
[ the scribe murmurs lowly into the soft skin of kaveh's jaw, his head cocking to the side for better access as he showers kisses down his neck with the barest graze of teeth. along his jugular, across the fine arc of his collarbone, alhaitham is taking his time even though his blood is humming in his veins as furiously as kaveh's is, even though they'd both (apparently) been waiting so long for this - though, he could only speak for himself. the last time he'd gotten to map the blonde's svelte body had been in the midst of a misunderstanding, and although there's a loud and very convincing part of him that desires nothing more than to flip kaveh roughly into the mattress and take him right now?
he's trying to do it right, especially when he'd seen his partner fall into the arms of so many who'd done it wrong. people that hadn't been worthy to touch him, people that weren't alhaitham, people that he'd had to watch come and go all the while ignorant of how much he'd desired to take their place.
so he's slow and gentle even if it's obvious he's holding himself back, hands firm but careful as they travel down the skin of kaveh's chest alongside the kisses he leaves. a practical pause as he reaches the architect's navel and straightens up slightly only to twist around to tug the blonde's flat shoes off and discard them on the ground with a clatter, then repeating the action with his own (unfortunately, much higher) boots.
his hips lower flush against kaveh's own in a very intentional way as alhaitham yanks his own boots off - which would be argued that he simply needs the angle, but really, it's the intoxicating friction of their arousals meeting that he craves, and the delicious sounds that pour out of the other every time he does it.
freer now and divested of some of the things getting in his way, the scribe returns to what he was doing - working his way down his partner's body with the expressed intention of removing the rest of his clothes. ]
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Impatient, as always.
[ the scribe murmurs lowly into the soft skin of kaveh's jaw, his head cocking to the side for better access as he showers kisses down his neck with the barest graze of teeth. along his jugular, across the fine arc of his collarbone, alhaitham is taking his time even though his blood is humming in his veins as furiously as kaveh's is, even though they'd both (apparently) been waiting so long for this - though, he could only speak for himself. the last time he'd gotten to map the blonde's svelte body had been in the midst of a misunderstanding, and although there's a loud and very convincing part of him that desires nothing more than to flip kaveh roughly into the mattress and take him right now?
he's trying to do it right, especially when he'd seen his partner fall into the arms of so many who'd done it wrong. people that hadn't been worthy to touch him, people that weren't alhaitham, people that he'd had to watch come and go all the while ignorant of how much he'd desired to take their place.
so he's slow and gentle even if it's obvious he's holding himself back, hands firm but careful as they travel down the skin of kaveh's chest alongside the kisses he leaves. a practical pause as he reaches the architect's navel and straightens up slightly only to twist around to tug the blonde's flat shoes off and discard them on the ground with a clatter, then repeating the action with his own (unfortunately, much higher) boots.
his hips lower flush against kaveh's own in a very intentional way as alhaitham yanks his own boots off - which would be argued that he simply needs the angle, but really, it's the intoxicating friction of their arousals meeting that he craves, and the delicious sounds that pour out of the other every time he does it.
freer now and divested of some of the things getting in his way, the scribe returns to what he was doing - working his way down his partner's body with the expressed intention of removing the rest of his clothes. ]