Oh, believe me, [ alhaitham murmurs in a tone that suggests he's absolutely serious, ] I will.
[ not just because he strangely feels the need to prove it if tonight was anything to go by, but kaveh's right - it would certainly add some intrigue to an otherwise extremely dull affair. ever since they'd known each other, the scribe had been innately aware of how closely eyes followed kaveh around wherever he went and how easily others would gravitate to him regardless of context, even alhaitham, who famously gravitated to no-one. but perhaps this new relationship of theirs is changing things, more thoroughly bothering him when he can frequently observe oversteps, stolen touches, honeyed words directed at his partner -
so, in a logical sense, perhaps it was a good idea to draw a metaphorical line in the sand.
however - even logical argument is hazy in the scribe's mind right now, driven to distraction by the beautiful, breathy sounds escaping kaveh's lips and the angular grind of the blonde's hips into his own. the man underneath him hits just the right spot and makes alhaitham's deep voice hitch, fingers momentarily tangling further in that long hair as all reasonable thought flies out the window.
it only serves to further spur an already comparatively riled up scribe into further action, only half-disentangling himself (mm, the contact was too enjoyable) to start undoing the buttons of kaveh's dress pants with one hand. raising his head from the crook of his partner's neck as he does so, there's an indescribable expression on his face as alhaitham brushes his lips against kaveh's own kiss-reddened ones, carnal and intensely serious.
in a low voice, not quite as measured as he usually manages; ]
no subject
[ not just because he strangely feels the need to prove it if tonight was anything to go by, but kaveh's right - it would certainly add some intrigue to an otherwise extremely dull affair. ever since they'd known each other, the scribe had been innately aware of how closely eyes followed kaveh around wherever he went and how easily others would gravitate to him regardless of context, even alhaitham, who famously gravitated to no-one. but perhaps this new relationship of theirs is changing things, more thoroughly bothering him when he can frequently observe oversteps, stolen touches, honeyed words directed at his partner -
so, in a logical sense, perhaps it was a good idea to draw a metaphorical line in the sand.
however - even logical argument is hazy in the scribe's mind right now, driven to distraction by the beautiful, breathy sounds escaping kaveh's lips and the angular grind of the blonde's hips into his own. the man underneath him hits just the right spot and makes alhaitham's deep voice hitch, fingers momentarily tangling further in that long hair as all reasonable thought flies out the window.
it only serves to further spur an already comparatively riled up scribe into further action, only half-disentangling himself (mm, the contact was too enjoyable) to start undoing the buttons of kaveh's dress pants with one hand. raising his head from the crook of his partner's neck as he does so, there's an indescribable expression on his face as alhaitham brushes his lips against kaveh's own kiss-reddened ones, carnal and intensely serious.
in a low voice, not quite as measured as he usually manages; ]
Let me have you.