[ alhaitham has never considered himself a particularly sentimental individual, but the words kaveh is biting out in-between moans and the scribe's own thrusts - words that make half-sense, incomplete sentences of admission - are doing something to him. his mind, normally a formidable fortress of logic and practicality, is currently in ruins so the 'why' is difficult to pin down, especially since he's currently hilt deep in heat so pleasurable it almost tempts out noises louder than his breathless groans.
sure, he'd laid with other men and women over the past few years - always one night, always at the other's suggestion, always as a kind of 'reward' for having the audacity to make such a daring request (and then the mutual benefit that followed) - but none of those encounters came even close to this, to kaveh's hooded crimson eyes gazing up at him in desperation, to his fingers dancing against his abs as he grabs at himself between them.
it'd be easy to conclude it was simply the blonde's ridiculous beauty, considering how easily it turned heads and caused eyes to wander, demonstrated even in their professional setting earlier that night - but it was more than that. it was something satisfying in the admissions that spill from kaveh's lips as the scribe works to undo him right down to his core, that he'd always had his eyes on alhaitham, just as alhaitham had always had his eyes on him.
it's almost too much, an overload of both emotional and physical feedback he's completely unaccustomed to, and judging by the way his partner was gripping his own arousal, alhaitham figures they're both going to tumble over the edge of this cliff sooner rather than later anyway. too much, too much, kaveh was always too much in all the annoying and all the right ways, the only person who'd ever crossed his path that could even remotely make him feel something like this -
and with a choked groan of pleasure, the scribe hastens his pace as his movements become slightly more haphazard. if he's going down, he's bodily dragging kaveh with him regardless of how much the blonde is attempting to stave it off. in a breathless, carnal growl; ]
Tell me more, [ the scribe commands, his intense gaze unwavering despite everything, continually seeking out those helplessly honest ruby eyes. ] Tell me how much you want me - how much you need me -
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sure, he'd laid with other men and women over the past few years - always one night, always at the other's suggestion, always as a kind of 'reward' for having the audacity to make such a daring request (and then the mutual benefit that followed) - but none of those encounters came even close to this, to kaveh's hooded crimson eyes gazing up at him in desperation, to his fingers dancing against his abs as he grabs at himself between them.
it'd be easy to conclude it was simply the blonde's ridiculous beauty, considering how easily it turned heads and caused eyes to wander, demonstrated even in their professional setting earlier that night - but it was more than that. it was something satisfying in the admissions that spill from kaveh's lips as the scribe works to undo him right down to his core, that he'd always had his eyes on alhaitham, just as alhaitham had always had his eyes on him.
it's almost too much, an overload of both emotional and physical feedback he's completely unaccustomed to, and judging by the way his partner was gripping his own arousal, alhaitham figures they're both going to tumble over the edge of this cliff sooner rather than later anyway. too much, too much, kaveh was always too much in all the annoying and all the right ways, the only person who'd ever crossed his path that could even remotely make him feel something like this -
and with a choked groan of pleasure, the scribe hastens his pace as his movements become slightly more haphazard. if he's going down, he's bodily dragging kaveh with him regardless of how much the blonde is attempting to stave it off. in a breathless, carnal growl; ]
Tell me more, [ the scribe commands, his intense gaze unwavering despite everything, continually seeking out those helplessly honest ruby eyes. ] Tell me how much you want me - how much you need me -