[ Kaveh is still very much coming down from the high of release when Alhaitham pitches right after him, the roar of pleasure from his throat cutting through the architect's gasps and moans and sending a delighted shudder down his spine, body tensing up once more in a failed attempt at chasing him down all over again. Fingers— not those holding Alhaitham's hand in his own— reach, curling tight in silver hair as his lover's face pushes into his neck, then his jaw, but other than that he remains still, fearing movement for all the same dangerous the younger man does,
but also simply not wanting to part from him just yet.
Like this, the room is silent save the sound of harsh, quickened breaths, the scents of sex and sweat mingling as he breathes in with the plain soap of Alhaitham's shampoo, a contented, dreamy smile on his lips. They waited, he thinks, far too long for this— not just since they started dating, but since always. How many years have they wasted arguing over those things that, in the end, don't matter? And how could any of them have ever mattered, when the alternative is here, in the circle of Alhaitham's arms? ]
I love you, [ he whispers, eventually, the silence broken with those three words that say everything without saying enough, that put the full of his feelings to voice while being entirely unable to encompass their depth—
(and Kaveh thinks someday he'll build a palace in Alhaitham's name, show the world all those things that words aren't enough to say)
—but they have to be enough for now, when he's too tired to dream beyond a passing thought, when really the one thing of which he's dreamed the most is here, tangled and joined with him, harsh breaths ghosting hotly against the skin of his kiss-bruised throat. ]
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but also simply not wanting to part from him just yet.
Like this, the room is silent save the sound of harsh, quickened breaths, the scents of sex and sweat mingling as he breathes in with the plain soap of Alhaitham's shampoo, a contented, dreamy smile on his lips. They waited, he thinks, far too long for this— not just since they started dating, but since always. How many years have they wasted arguing over those things that, in the end, don't matter? And how could any of them have ever mattered, when the alternative is here, in the circle of Alhaitham's arms? ]
I love you, [ he whispers, eventually, the silence broken with those three words that say everything without saying enough, that put the full of his feelings to voice while being entirely unable to encompass their depth—
(and Kaveh thinks someday he'll build a palace in Alhaitham's name, show the world all those things that words aren't enough to say)
—but they have to be enough for now, when he's too tired to dream beyond a passing thought, when really the one thing of which he's dreamed the most is here, tangled and joined with him, harsh breaths ghosting hotly against the skin of his kiss-bruised throat. ]