[ Of course it's important to him. In fact, for a moment, it's all Kaveh can do to fix Alhaitham with a quizzical expression, disbelief gleaming in his eyes at the question. How could it not be important? As much as the scribe might not see it, his recent exploits have awarded him a certain level of popularity, and Kaveh loathes the thought that anyone might think to try and catch his attention, to take him away from the one person who loves wants needs him the most.
Perhaps much, much later down the line, Kaveh's usually very highly-functioning emotional intelligence will allow him to connect the dots between those two things, between the clingy, needy jealousy he feels and the possessive dominance in Alhaitham's actions. But as for right now, he's not thinking of that, still somewhat caught off-guard and bemused, a state that doesn't improve when long fingers tighten in his hair and tug his head back, tugging him away from the flushed marks he's left on pale skin and baring his own throat instead.
The sound he makes in response to the action is embarrassing, but not nearly as much as the strangled moan that escapes him in the very next moment when lips find his throat in time with that hand squeezing around him, in answer to the breathless, husky words murmured into his skin.
(Archons, it's unfair how quickly Alhaitham turns the tables on him, takes all semblance of sense away from him and leaves him arching and desperate and gasping for more.) ]
Do it... mn, do it before the next one then. Make it actually worth your while to go. [ Kaveh chuckles, fingers coiling into Alhaitham's hair and holding him close, hips arching as breathless moans meet the darkness of the room. His other hand falls to the younger's arm, grounding and steadying himself as he triesโ and largely failsโ to gather even some sense against the onslaught. ] Let them all see...
[ He's not quite sure why the idea is so arousing, but it is. ]
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Perhaps much, much later down the line, Kaveh's usually very highly-functioning emotional intelligence will allow him to connect the dots between those two things, between the clingy, needy jealousy he feels and the possessive dominance in Alhaitham's actions. But as for right now, he's not thinking of that, still somewhat caught off-guard and bemused, a state that doesn't improve when long fingers tighten in his hair and tug his head back, tugging him away from the flushed marks he's left on pale skin and baring his own throat instead.
The sound he makes in response to the action is embarrassing, but not nearly as much as the strangled moan that escapes him in the very next moment when lips find his throat in time with that hand squeezing around him, in answer to the breathless, husky words murmured into his skin.
(Archons, it's unfair how quickly Alhaitham turns the tables on him, takes all semblance of sense away from him and leaves him arching and desperate and gasping for more.) ]
Do it... mn, do it before the next one then. Make it actually worth your while to go. [ Kaveh chuckles, fingers coiling into Alhaitham's hair and holding him close, hips arching as breathless moans meet the darkness of the room. His other hand falls to the younger's arm, grounding and steadying himself as he triesโ and largely failsโ to gather even some sense against the onslaught. ] Let them all see...
[ He's not quite sure why the idea is so arousing, but it is. ]