sempiternals | Hang up all my fragile thoughts

[ He laughs softly—voice gentle and tender, not at all sharp enough to fully wake the still-slumbering man wrapped around him. His smile is sweet and fond, lips brushing gentle into the other's hair. ]

You... you're so stubborn about waking up in the morning, aren't you?

[ Another soft kiss, a sweet smile on Kaveh's lips as he shakes his head. ]

Let me go just enough that I can grab my phone, and I'll order room service for us. Coffee for the sleepybones.

No.

[A solid 'no', even if his voice is weighted and scratchy by sleep, and Alhaitham scoots lower so he can press closer to Kaveh's body, his arms tightening just enough, eyes still closed as he tips his head upwards to press kisses along the architect's beautiful neck, butterfly light and breathing into the skin of his jaw.] 'm good.

[ There's something about the solidity of that "no", scratchy and weighted though it might be, that has Kaveh's breath hitch in his throat. And then it's followed of course by the tightening of those arms, the kisses pressed light into his neck, making him squirm and bite his lip, and his follow-up laugh is breathy and trembling. ]

No? But you always want coffee—nn, Alhaitham, stop that and let me talk to you—

[ It's not a real instruction to stop, clear in the way his voice is soft and tripping over the words. ]

[Sighing through his parted lips along the skin of Kaveh's neck, his hand splays to his side, wide enough to slip over his hip, to tug him close so they're pressed tight. Kaveh's body feels delightful against his own, and his morning erection absently presses into his thigh. Alhaitham doesn't really react about it, merely skims kisses on Kaveh's chin and jawline, soft and slow and languid and oh-so-still half asleep.] I'm not stopping you…

Yes you are—

[ Kaveh's soft, argumentative reply is cut short somehow in the middle of a single-syllable word by the sensation of Alhaitham's erection pressing into his thigh. Such an occurrence is hardly a strange one, but in the moment, when he's still waking up and snuggly and warm, it's not entirely expected until it's very obviously there and sending shivers of pleasure through him.

(And Kaveh, still half-cocooned in his own sleep, finds himself drifting to the thought of being splayed out under Alhaitham while the other—while he—)

His cheeks are hot, and he finds himself biting his lip as the other brushes kisses into his skin. ]

Haitham— [ His voice is breathier now, almost a whimper. ] Kiss me.

[He barely needs to ask, Alhaitham's mouth finds Kaveh's quick and light, the kiss still barely there, and he pulls back for barely a space, kissing him again; it finally registers in the teacher's mind that he is kissing Kaveh, so he smiles and leans in again, as slow, just as soft, but more present, slightly deeper. A soft sigh, he strokes up Kaveh's spine, his other thumb swiping over the sensitive skin of the blonde's waist.

In his half-awake mind, he knows what he's doing, he wants to keep doing it. In the part that's asleep, he's blissful, wading in the molasses thick headiness of pleasure, in the light fluttering feeling of his sentiment in his lungs.] Mm.

Mm..

[ Kaveh hums his content into Alhaitham's mouth, and one of his legs coils, calf sliding along the back of calf, tugging the younger that little closer to him as his fingers thread into his hair, soft yet insistent in the way they gently tug at the strands.

His free hand dips between them, feather-light in the way it smooths over Alhaitham's chest, tracing muscular dips and lines as he sighs.

It would be so easy to give himself over to him right now. ]

[If only. If only Alhaitham could wake up every day like this, with this man in his arms, tangling their legs together, hips gyrating lazily just for the sake of finding purchase, something to latch onto as he tugs his thigh more securely around his waist, as his other hand settles on the small of his back to steady against him with a groan spilt between their lips.

Alhaitham's eyes open with a hitch of his breath at the touch on his chest, his heart surging. Albeit lids remain at half-mast, as he stares at Kaveh's lips, up at his carmine eyes.]

Darling… [He rasps, happy that he's not really dreaming, that Kaveh is in his arms, touching and kissing him. He cups the back of his neck to bring him to another kiss, swiping his tongue across the seam of his lips to beckon for Kaveh's, wanting to drink him in. Wanting, wanting, wanting.]

[ Oh. Oh, now Alhaitham is awake, a groan spilling from his mouth as his eyes open, as he husks the nickname he granted Kaveh some time ago, drawing him into another kiss as the older man makes a soft sound in response, eagerly rolling his hips into the other man's. While he woke up flaccid this morning, his own erection is quickly coming to life under the sensations, leaving him to sigh and moan. ]

H-Haitham, [ he mumbles, words stolen wherever he can between kisses, arms winding tight around the other man's waist. ] Mm.. I see you're awake now...

[ Gods, and what he wouldn't give to wake up like this every day, he thinks somewhere vaguely, tangled like this and basking in the pleasure the other as to offer. ]

[With a hum, he nods, still kissing Kaveh's mouth like it's delectable. He gasps and deepens the kiss slowly in response to Kaveh's slowly growing interest. He nips at his lower lip and tugs his head back to pull at it gently.]

Feels good, [uttered still against Kaveh's lips, like he can't really get enough of it, like he refuses to get away now that they're pressed so tightly. The only thing he does is adjust their position so the slope of their erections can grind into each other, and when they slot just so he sighs, long and deep.] Want to do this every day…

[ It would be so, so easy to tell Alhaitham that they can. The words are on his lips before he can think twice, and he has to bite them back, to shut himself up before he says something that's too much, too deep. He bites them back so harshly that if it were a real bite, his lip would bleed, focuses instead on Alhaitham's mouth and his sweetness, and the way their bodies slot together, making him arch his back and moan. ]

I—mn, it does. You're—haah... don't stop.

[ Another breathless groan against the younger's mouth as he rolls his hips. ]

[Soothing Kaveh's bruised lips, he kisses them to tenderness until he feels them plumper, until he sees them flushed. Wondering absently what makes Kaveh hold back so strongly, yet demanding Alhaitham to keep going. The contradiction feels tempting to prod further, and yet—

He releases the man in his arms only to set their erections free, holding them both in his grasp, even if he arches his chest, the skin on skin electrifying.] Can't stop— You're so beautiful.

[ Perhaps thankfully, he doesn't realize that Alhaitham can see right through him, can recognize there's something on his lips that he doesn't dare speak. The words unspoken are on a leash so tight they might snap him, and so the unspoken recognition is for the best for now, allowing him to cant into the other's touch, gasping out loud as the younger takes both of their erections in his hand.

(Gods he wants him, he wants this for real—) ]

You.. you too, [ he whispers, struck by the praise—and then shakes his head. "Beautiful" is wrong for Alhaitham. He's... ]

No, that's wrong. You're handsome. You're like... like those statues they make. Of gods. I can't...

[Kissing Kaveh again, to shush him, to steady him, to feel him. He's not able to handle praise, not right then, not when he's leaning on him so gently, rolling his hips into the tight enclosure of his fingers and the throbbing underside of Kaveh's cock. Holding Kaveh so tightly against him the motion is minimal, but it's enough, the shifting of their weighted breaths is enough to make his skin sing, his breath hitch, his heart flutter at the sight of this enraptured man.]

Kaveh... [He may look like a godly statue, but he's the one who sounds like he's worshipping, like he's praying. Devout, ardent in the way he loves, as though Kaveh holds the answers to everything.]

[ His name in the other's voice, that tone... even without the tight, stroking grip on his cock, it would be enough to continue building his pleasure. Alhaitham breathes his name like the last breath of a man drowning, like the prayer of the most devout of priests, like it's his last hope. And Kaveh all but sobs in answer, clinging to him as he continues to stroke them both, offering the pleasure they both so need.

It's his turn, this time, to break the kiss, even though it was designed to shush him; his mouth trails soft presses down over Alhaitham's jaw and throat, and he nips at the skin, soothing it with his lips and tongue in the following moment as he sighs.

And his hips roll up in answers to those touches, bringing him ever closer to an end he almost doesn't want, because it means that this stops. ]

Please—

[The less he speaks, the less he begs, the less he hears of that voice claiming him, the longer he lasts. Alhaitham finally closes his eyes, gasping into the warmth of Kaveh's mouth, into the depths of his throat, and it feels like he can't tell where he ends and Kaveh begins, he can't tell which pleasure is driven from whom. He arches his neck with a soft gasp, a 'ah' escaped from his throat at the feeling of teeth on his skin. His hand cover both of the crowns of their cocks, and he whimpers.] I'm-

Me too.

[ It's a soft, desperate gasp into Alhaitham's skin, another sharp nip of Kaveh's teeth as he sucks in a sharp breath, shuddering under the younger man's touches. He's so close, and hearing Alhaitham whimper doesn't help him, only drives him closer as he gasps and arches and aches— ]

Ngh, Haitham—

[ Too much, not enough, he can't— ]

[He begs for a kiss again, nuzzling Kaveh with a pitiful gaze until he turns to him and their lips meet again. To find that connection always felt like the final piece of a puzzle being set between the two of them, like a seal of what they truly are, what they truly want. This is how they find purpose, this is how they find happiness. Alhaitham would refute and argue against all of this rationally, but he feels like everything is solved when Kaveh is this close to him, sharing some of his adoration.

And it's only when they kiss that Alhaitham allows himself to be free, to climax with a soft gasp, like it's not their hands, their bodies, the friction of their cores, making him peak and spill on his fingers, on their stomachs.] Kah—

[ And how can he not give in to those soft, pleading eyes? Kaveh's heart aches at the sight of them, enough that he gives himself over immediately, a half-formed lovebite forgotten in the wake of a kiss, a sweet murmur against Alhaitham's lips as he anchors himself close.

And then, the moment their lips touch, the other's orgasm hits him, and Kaveh's follows like an avalanche, tumbling down right behind. A sob, a whimper, a gasp: ]

Haitham—

[ and he spills, seed blending imperceptible with the younger's as it coats his fingers and their stomachs. ]

Nn..

[Mindlessness coats his actions as he rolls them so Kaveh is strewn across his body, settling back and reveling in the kisses, still trembling from his climax, calling out for Kaveh in small, almost imperceptible mewls, like he's seeing how the word tastes in his mouth, how each sillable weighs on his tongue. He's smiling, forgetful of all the troubles and misdirections and aimless feelings and personas, focused only on the slide down from both their peaks.

He craves more, greed tracing at the lowest, most base part of him that he tends to so promptly discard. He wishes for more only because he knows that he probably could have had it if this were any other way.

So Alhaitham is determined to cherish what he gets, even if his heart is surging with some sort of strange and thoughtless hint at happiness that he's never experienced before.]

Good morning, [he says after a while, his mouth in a smile, tracing Kaveh's shoulder with a fingertip.]

[ There's always something sweet about the aftermath, about seeing the usually-stoic Alhaitham so thoroughly unwound, mewling his name and panting for breath even as he continues to kiss and stroke and touch, all the mindless and secretive little smiles forming the corners of his mouth. It makes Kaveh happy to watch, seeing each play out on his face one after the other before he buries his own expressions in the crook of the other's neck with a sigh, arms winding around him tight.

(His own face is a jumble, mixed emotions and feelings, the clench of his heart tells him he knows his answer when he believes completely he does not, the staccato of his breath is short and sweet against sweated skin as he sighs and sighs and sighs.) ]

Good morning, [ he whispers back, and his heart trembles with both fullness and fear. ]

Do you want to order that coffee now? [He asks, though he doesn't let go of him yet as he strokes his hair, as he wipes his hand on the far side of the bed (room service will get it, he must remember to tug and bundle the sheets so the staff doesn't have to deal with all of that). Alhaitham keeps pecking at his temple, at his hair, content and sated like a very pleased cat who had the most loveliest of sleeps under the sun. Like he hadn't grumpily asked for more time just a few minutes before.]

[ And Kaveh

laughs, a bright and genuine noise even as his hands come up to Alhaitham's chest, push at him slightly. ]

Oh, my God. You're incorrigible. Get the guy and the coffee, huh...

[ He's acting offended, but there's a smile on his face and in his voice that gives the game away before he can really pretend otherwise, and he laughs as he leans up, presses a sweet kiss to Alhaitham's mouth before using his leverage on the other's chest to push himself just slightly away, turning for his phone.

The chime sounds at the same time as he picks it up, and there's another laugh, a half-started statement on his lips about perfect timing, but as crimson eyes fall on the short, urgent message on the screen, they widen and he fumbles the phone in his grip, dropping it momentarily onto the mess of sheets between them.

It bounces from the bed onto the floor. Kaveh's eyes, wide, settle on Alhaitham's face. ]

We have to go.

[ His mother is in labor. ]

[Alhaitham is halfway through a chuckle, riding the smooth sailing of the endorphins in his body and even rolling to pretend to chase after Kaveh, pressing kisses to his spine where he can reach—

Only for Kaveh's back to tense under his lips; at first, Alhaitham thinks he has found a ticklish part. But quickly he sees the phone fumbling and falling, and he looks up to find Kaveh's eyes panicking, fear and excitement and anxiousness all at once.

He crawls up and kisses him quickly, rolling the both of them up and off the bed and patting Kaveh's behind to the bathroom.] Go, I'll clean the room first.

[ The day is both the longest and the shortest of Kaveh's life. It's spent largely in the Fontaine hospital, sometimes in his mother's room and sometimes in the waiting room, holding her hand and pacing halls and having awkward conversations with his obviously-terrified step-father. He's who he is, so he would never impose the thoughts on anyone except Alhaitham, who already knows, but he's terrified too, caught between an older brother's affection for a soon-to-be-born sibling and the sickening fear that this baby will replace him, the worry that the fear will lead to hate—

But then Nadia is born and he realizes he never should have worried at all, because Kaveh's not sure he's ever loved anyone as much as he loves her.

He spends the rest of the day at the hospital, and most of the day after too, seeing Alhaitham when he can and checking in when he can't. His mother is still too tired for guests outside Nadia's father and brother, and Kaveh's small greetings and messages are apologetic, the blonde feeling no small measure of guilt over having dragged the other man all the way to another country just to abandon him in the hotel.

On the third day, though, Faranak asks Kaveh to bring Alhaitham to the hospital with him. Something about Alhaitham being an "important friend" of her son's, something Kaveh doesn't pass on because despite their distance, his mother knows him far too well and it's embarrassing. But he does bring the other with him as requested, and before long they're stepping together into Faranak's room, Kaveh holding a fresh bouquet of flowers.

The woman in question is sitting up in bed, bright and smiling as she greets them, and no sooner does she see Alhaitham than an offer is made:

"Would you like to hold her?" ]

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