I would've thought that you of all people would know I'd speak my mind if that were the case.
[ alhaitham replies flatly, in that familiar matter-of-fact tone as kaveh's arm slinks around the side of his waist. in response, he instinctually wraps both of his around the blonde's angular form and draws him in closer, eyes slipping closed and an arguably contented sigh escaping him as he does so.
whether or not he could currently honour kaveh's desire to hear a response that he wasn't experienced enough to give, it was a matter that could wait until another day, until the sun rose again and they hadn't just: spent the whole night at a sordid party, gotten into a fist-fight, engaged the matra, drawn the attention of the entire akademiya, and had sex for the first time (actually in that order).
what he has now is more than he's ever had before, after all.
kaveh is warm in all the ways alhaitham isn't. he's familiar, like no-one else he's ever met. the weight of him tucked into the scribe's embrace feels natural, like he's always meant to be there, and how obnoxious that they'd gotten so thoroughly in each other's ways to prevent it. that certainty is comforting, the concrete things that he knows, and it's more that enough as fatigue sets in. the thrum of their afterglow has settled instead into a pleasant, subtle ebb of simple satisfaction, and alhaitham didn't see any reason to ruin such a contented moment with more analytics.
for once. ]
But, no. It doesn't make me feel uncomfortable. [ he murmurs finally into the crown of kaveh's head, golden hair brushing gently against his lips. ] I encourage you to continue being as unapologetically and brutally honest to me as you always have.
[ - because around each other, they could be their best and worst selves, after all.
perhaps his embrace tightens just a fraction before the scribe drifts off to sleep; perhaps this feels like a more restful reprieve than many of his other nights. but tomorrow existed to seek answers, and as the two drift off to sleep, alhaitham is distantly confident they'd find them. ]
no subject
[ alhaitham replies flatly, in that familiar matter-of-fact tone as kaveh's arm slinks around the side of his waist. in response, he instinctually wraps both of his around the blonde's angular form and draws him in closer, eyes slipping closed and an arguably contented sigh escaping him as he does so.
whether or not he could currently honour kaveh's desire to hear a response that he wasn't experienced enough to give, it was a matter that could wait until another day, until the sun rose again and they hadn't just: spent the whole night at a sordid party, gotten into a fist-fight, engaged the matra, drawn the attention of the entire akademiya, and had sex for the first time (actually in that order).
what he has now is more than he's ever had before, after all.
kaveh is warm in all the ways alhaitham isn't. he's familiar, like no-one else he's ever met. the weight of him tucked into the scribe's embrace feels natural, like he's always meant to be there, and how obnoxious that they'd gotten so thoroughly in each other's ways to prevent it. that certainty is comforting, the concrete things that he knows, and it's more that enough as fatigue sets in. the thrum of their afterglow has settled instead into a pleasant, subtle ebb of simple satisfaction, and alhaitham didn't see any reason to ruin such a contented moment with more analytics.
for once. ]
But, no. It doesn't make me feel uncomfortable. [ he murmurs finally into the crown of kaveh's head, golden hair brushing gently against his lips. ] I encourage you to continue being as unapologetically and brutally honest to me as you always have.
[ - because around each other, they could be their best and worst selves, after all.
perhaps his embrace tightens just a fraction before the scribe drifts off to sleep; perhaps this feels like a more restful reprieve than many of his other nights. but tomorrow existed to seek answers, and as the two drift off to sleep, alhaitham is distantly confident they'd find them. ]