[ the intermittent sensations of kaveh's lips and teeth against his neck make the scribe let out an involuntary hiss of pleasure, momentarily distracting him from what he was doing and forcing his fingers to curl tightly into those slim hips in response.
looking sidelong at the blonde through hooded eyes; ]
Oh? Is that important to you? [ alhaitham muses, not about to let anything slip past, even in the heat of the moment. ] You're the one who's always the center of attention, though - it'd be more prudent for me to mark you, don't you think?
[ as a continuation of that thought, a hand slips into kaveh's golden hair and tightens just a fraction - not nearly enough to hurt, but enough to tip his head back to give alhaitham access to the soft skin of his neck. there's barely a pause between him gaining an angle and a similar assault being wreaked on that sensitive spot, though the scribe takes the ministration one step further, other hand travelling downwards and closing firmly around kaveh's length.
with each mark, so too does he gently squeeze, dancing the line between the sharpness of teeth and the distraction of pleasure. alhaitham wants to watch him fall apart - and yes, a bonus of that would be for the world to know that the blonde is his. ]
Perhaps I should've done this before the function tonight, [ he continues somewhat breathlessly, the lust in his own blood beginning to get the better of even the scribe's stony façade. ] - all those people you were surrounded by, all of the scholars enraptured by you - they'd all know, know that you belonged to me.
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looking sidelong at the blonde through hooded eyes; ]
Oh? Is that important to you? [ alhaitham muses, not about to let anything slip past, even in the heat of the moment. ] You're the one who's always the center of attention, though - it'd be more prudent for me to mark you, don't you think?
[ as a continuation of that thought, a hand slips into kaveh's golden hair and tightens just a fraction - not nearly enough to hurt, but enough to tip his head back to give alhaitham access to the soft skin of his neck. there's barely a pause between him gaining an angle and a similar assault being wreaked on that sensitive spot, though the scribe takes the ministration one step further, other hand travelling downwards and closing firmly around kaveh's length.
with each mark, so too does he gently squeeze, dancing the line between the sharpness of teeth and the distraction of pleasure. alhaitham wants to watch him fall apart - and yes, a bonus of that would be for the world to know that the blonde is his. ]
Perhaps I should've done this before the function tonight, [ he continues somewhat breathlessly, the lust in his own blood beginning to get the better of even the scribe's stony façade. ] - all those people you were surrounded by, all of the scholars enraptured by you - they'd all know, know that you belonged to me.