[ it's only fragments of sentences and sentiments that kaveh manages to get out, but each one leaves alhaitham to finish the thought in his mind, each admission, each declaration adding to the short-circuiting overwhelm that's overtaking the taller man as lithe fingers seek out his own. he doesn't even think about it as he tangles their hands together in a desperate grip, palms slick with the sweat of exertion but the connection keeping them at least somewhat grounded as they hurtle towards completion, the rest of the world falling away in a stuttered motion to nothing.
kaveh tips the scales first, his musical voice petering out into a vulgar moan as he tightens around alhaitham and almost immediately drags him off the precipice with him. despite the scribe being rather vocally restrained throughout his entire endeavour, the force with which his orgasm hits him is so hard that he all but bites back a choked roar, muscular body tensing up and causing him to hunch over as he struggles to catch his breath. silver hair presses into the crook of the blonde's neck as alhaitham's form stutters against his partner, riding out the wave hilt deep in the most confronting pleasure he'd ever known -
the how, the why, both things that his analytical mind already innately understands and has kept from him for far too long, incomprehensible to him anyway at this point in time -
and slowly, slowly, they start to come down again.
it feels dangerous to shift them in the immediacy afterwards, like the smallest movement would enable the blonde underneath him to deconstruct him all over again, so for a moment - perhaps the first in their history - alhaitham simply does the favour of not saying anything at all, instead pressing a rough-edged kiss to the angle of kaveh's jaw.
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kaveh tips the scales first, his musical voice petering out into a vulgar moan as he tightens around alhaitham and almost immediately drags him off the precipice with him. despite the scribe being rather vocally restrained throughout his entire endeavour, the force with which his orgasm hits him is so hard that he all but bites back a choked roar, muscular body tensing up and causing him to hunch over as he struggles to catch his breath. silver hair presses into the crook of the blonde's neck as alhaitham's form stutters against his partner, riding out the wave hilt deep in the most confronting pleasure he'd ever known -
the how, the why, both things that his analytical mind already innately understands and has kept from him for far too long, incomprehensible to him anyway at this point in time -
and slowly, slowly, they start to come down again.
it feels dangerous to shift them in the immediacy afterwards, like the smallest movement would enable the blonde underneath him to deconstruct him all over again, so for a moment - perhaps the first in their history - alhaitham simply does the favour of not saying anything at all, instead pressing a rough-edged kiss to the angle of kaveh's jaw.
he hasn't the words. ]