[ for two people infamous for having plenty to say to one another, their back-and-forth barbed banter had fallen by the wayside some time ago in exchange for hitched breaths and a litany of pleasured noises. what had once been a pair of polar opposites was now perfectly in sync, as if alhaitham knew exactly what he needed to do to unravel kaveh under his touch, what he needs to whisper to make those crimson eyes spark with desire. a million miles away, maybe the scribe is wondering if they should've done this sooner if he'd known it'd contribute so greatly to their, mm - mutual understanding - but also largely because the scene playing out before him was absolutely enrapturing.
the hand kaveh sneaks between them grazes the skin on alhaitham's abdomen on the way to its destination and even that much touch makes large fingers on his free hand curl into the sheets with the electricity it sends down to his core. the scribe subscribes to realism above most other schools of thought, and judging by the flush on kaveh's face and the arch of his hips against his own touch, against alhaitham's fingers sinking deep into him - this would likely not last long. perhaps some small relief on the taller man's part, too, considering he was well aware that his own stamina was hinging on a short fuse; watching kaveh splayed out before him, hyper-responsive to his touch was infuriatingly attractive, and his own erection strained almost painfully at the torture of having to wait.
unlike kaveh, alhaitham was no social butterfly and had far less frequent sexual encounters - especially of late, considering the avalanche of work that had surrounded the akademiya's drama and the general lack of interest in anyone that wasn't an argumentative blonde. it had been a while, and it probably shows.
it only takes minimal rearranging to withdraw his fingers and replace them with his length pressing up insistently against kaveh's entrance in a motion more fluid than he should be able to manage right now, a heated turquoise gaze seeking out approval before proceeding any further. thankfully - approval is very much abundant in the both of them at this point, barely hanging on to control, and the scribe wastes no time in sinking himself slowly in to the hilt, eyes slipping closed and brow furrowing as he bites back a carnal groan.
only when he's settled, is sure kaveh's adjusted, that the architect is comfortable, do those piercing eyes open again, looking his partner directly in the eyes as his lips ghost over in an echo of a kiss; ]
Say it. [ he murmurs lowly, voice more obviously frayed than perhaps it had ever sounded in kaveh's presence. ] Say it: you're mine.
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the hand kaveh sneaks between them grazes the skin on alhaitham's abdomen on the way to its destination and even that much touch makes large fingers on his free hand curl into the sheets with the electricity it sends down to his core. the scribe subscribes to realism above most other schools of thought, and judging by the flush on kaveh's face and the arch of his hips against his own touch, against alhaitham's fingers sinking deep into him - this would likely not last long. perhaps some small relief on the taller man's part, too, considering he was well aware that his own stamina was hinging on a short fuse; watching kaveh splayed out before him, hyper-responsive to his touch was infuriatingly attractive, and his own erection strained almost painfully at the torture of having to wait.
unlike kaveh, alhaitham was no social butterfly and had far less frequent sexual encounters - especially of late, considering the avalanche of work that had surrounded the akademiya's drama and the general lack of interest in anyone that wasn't an argumentative blonde. it had been a while, and it probably shows.
it only takes minimal rearranging to withdraw his fingers and replace them with his length pressing up insistently against kaveh's entrance in a motion more fluid than he should be able to manage right now, a heated turquoise gaze seeking out approval before proceeding any further. thankfully - approval is very much abundant in the both of them at this point, barely hanging on to control, and the scribe wastes no time in sinking himself slowly in to the hilt, eyes slipping closed and brow furrowing as he bites back a carnal groan.
only when he's settled, is sure kaveh's adjusted, that the architect is comfortable, do those piercing eyes open again, looking his partner directly in the eyes as his lips ghost over in an echo of a kiss; ]
Say it. [ he murmurs lowly, voice more obviously frayed than perhaps it had ever sounded in kaveh's presence. ] Say it: you're mine.