[ Alhaitham's tone sends a tremble down Kaveh's spine, makes his bare toes curl at the thoughts that surface so easily in his mind, the idea of those eyes following him as he and his partner make their way across the floor of whatever event they might be attending, landing on the scattered marks across his throat, burning with jealousy, the knowledge that the one person who won't ever look at them looks instead at him... ]
Archons—
[ It's a murmur on his lips that he doesn't even realize has been spoken aloud, a response to the hitch in Alhaitham's voice, the tangle of fingers in his hair that tells him he's found just the right place to arch and press and grind.
And if it weren't for the way his partner immediately starts to untangle them, the way one hand drops to start working his pants open, Kaveh would probably continue those motions in an effort to hear more of those sounds— he's learning fast that there's nothing quite as delicious as Alhaitham's loss of control— but instead he's left to look into those darkly serious eyes, to meet those lips with a trembling smile on his own.
Alhaitham speaks, and Kaveh answers with a sharp inhale, instinct showing his enthusiasm with a more insistent press of his mouth, all tongue and teeth and hot breath before he finds the right words amongst the jumble, pulls them free to speak. ]
Yes. Please. Please, Alhaitham.
[ His hands dip between the press of their bodies, one echoing his partner's actions and working at the buttons of the scribe's dress pants, the other finally allowing itself the boon Kaveh has dreamed of for too long now and cupping over the swell of Alhaitham's arousal, palm grinding and rubbing at him through the fabric.
(And gods, if he wasn't so excited, he might be nervous.) ]
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Archons—
[ It's a murmur on his lips that he doesn't even realize has been spoken aloud, a response to the hitch in Alhaitham's voice, the tangle of fingers in his hair that tells him he's found just the right place to arch and press and grind.
And if it weren't for the way his partner immediately starts to untangle them, the way one hand drops to start working his pants open, Kaveh would probably continue those motions in an effort to hear more of those sounds— he's learning fast that there's nothing quite as delicious as Alhaitham's loss of control— but instead he's left to look into those darkly serious eyes, to meet those lips with a trembling smile on his own.
Alhaitham speaks, and Kaveh answers with a sharp inhale, instinct showing his enthusiasm with a more insistent press of his mouth, all tongue and teeth and hot breath before he finds the right words amongst the jumble, pulls them free to speak. ]
Yes. Please. Please, Alhaitham.
[ His hands dip between the press of their bodies, one echoing his partner's actions and working at the buttons of the scribe's dress pants, the other finally allowing itself the boon Kaveh has dreamed of for too long now and cupping over the swell of Alhaitham's arousal, palm grinding and rubbing at him through the fabric.
(And gods, if he wasn't so excited, he might be nervous.) ]