[ He can't help but sigh again in response to those words. What Mister E tells him is that he's taken care of, that he's cared for. And maybe Alhaitham sees the bar as being so low it's on the floor, but to Kaveh's mind, he's being treated so well, so kindly— even kinder than someone like him deserves.
(In reality, perhaps it's not even that he thinks so highly of Mister E— but more how lowly he thinks of himself.)
He's obedient, pinching at the piercing and then hissing softly as his chest arches into it, a shake of his head as his eyes seek the camera once more. ]
Mm, it doesn't really hurt. It feels good, Mister E. But.. honestly, everything you do feels good. Even you just caressing my face and kissing me... it's not that weird that I'm starting to get hard, right?
[ His laugh is sweet, breathless as he defends himself, as he lowers the same hand to his knee and starts so slowly to stroke over his own thigh, still leaning back to make sure his Mister E has the best possible view of him as he does. White fingerprints appear briefly in the skin as he squeezes and kneads, and as his hand creeps higher he sighs, biting his lip and letting his eyes flutter closed again. ]
Mm, this would be easier if I could hear you for real, [ he laughs softly in the next moment, eyes opening again. ] Everything you're doing is so good I keep forgetting and closing my eyes.
[And gosh, if those eyes weren't his doom. Alhaitham sighs, settles back and unfastens the button of his slacks, his erection straining against his trousers and underwear. It's so easy, to know how Kaveh's breath tastes, how it feels when it skims over his skin. How he jolts when his piercing is flicked. It's like he's learning new things about him each time with Alhaitham.
And isn't that the strongest of aphrodisiacs, that exploration?]
user2.718: Don't worry so much about me. user2.718: I feel so good seeing you like this. user2.718: You wear pleasure like the finest gold. user2.718: Close your eyes and imagine me.
[Dangerous, dangerous grounds. Who is Pharos really imagining there?
[ Don't worry so much about me, says Mister E, and Kaveh wants to argue that that's silly, that of course he needs to worry about him, that he's only here for him; but the other continues, pointing out that it's good to see him in this way, and Kaveh supposes that for now that's enough. ]
Okay.
[ His voice is a whisper as his eyes close again, the fingers of that single hand continuing their teasing and tormenting of the skin so close to his own growing erection, kneading and exploring up and down each side one after the other, coming so close to touching himself without actually allowing himself the pleasure.
His other hand slides out of his hair, anchoring at his chest, toying and playing with the piercing until he's writhing under his own ministrations, breath short and sharp. And he's imagining it, imagining Mister E doing all of these things to him, for him, even if his brain transposes imagined sensation with feelings he's genuinely been granted at the hands of another—
His eyes open again as he whines softly under his own touch. ]
user2.718: Be patient for me. user2.718: You can do that, can’t you? user2.718: You’re being so good already.
[Many authors have written both prose and poetry about how worship and devotion was not without some sacrifice, not without some pain. Some parts of religion focus on that very side of things, which Alhaitham was forever a critic of.
Yet, seeing Pharos writhe under his fingers, and yet still yearning, voice and face contorted into pleasure, softening some of his features into rapture, deepening others as he navigates the heat within him. Alhaitham is not there, in Pharos’ streaming room, but he feels warm like Kaveh were to tilt his head and breathe into Alhaitham.
He’s reminded of statues, entangled together, their artists meticulously ensuring the characters’ fingers digging in a way their flesh bends, like they were the very same pads digging into the give of a softened material.
It struck him as odd, the idea of coveting those which you already have, and yet, now, he knows that he’d crave this man no matter how long he had him.
Maybe it’s a good thing he hates his guts.]
user2.718: Put your fingers in your mouth. user2.718: Can you get them nice and wet for me?
[ His breath catches to read Mister E's words, a reluctant nod his acquiescence to the other's request, his promise that he can be good, that he wants to be good for the other man. And so he continues, fiddling with his piercing and kneading the skin of his own thigh besides, his breath short with a mix of indulgence and desire, the want for that which he cannot have.
(Because even in the face of his crush is Mister E a figure insurmountable as much as he desired; someone with his wealth must have his life together in a way Kaveh doesn't, a way Kaveh can only dream; in the real world he probably wouldn't even look at him twice—)
Perhaps that's why he's so eager, nodding as he lifts his hand from his leg and sucks two fingers into his mouth. It's sloppy, the way he fucks his own mouth with them, tongue and lips working to wet them thoroughly, until the saliva is all but dripping messily from both mouth and fingers, his cock visibly twitching, straining in aching desire.
He'll do anything the other asks of him— and right now, he wants to make sure he has a good view as Pharos completes his request. ]
[The notion of unattainability sharpens this yearning into something almost exquisite in its pain. Kaveh sees Mister E as someone lofty, unattainable, an ideal figure carved from the very echelons of societal perfection that he himself feels so alienated from. It's an ironic mirroring of their real-world interactions, where Alhaitham is the unwanted intruder in Kaveh's well-ordered life and decisions, the critic who unwittingly wounds even as he seeks closeness.
Alhaitham is struck by the poignant beauty of his longing. The physical distance between them—a screen, miles, perhaps an entire world—magnifies every small act into a declaration, every whispered word into a confession. This digital divide, this relentless barrier, serves as sanctuary and prison both. It allows Alhaitham to worship without the messiness of reality intruding, to adore without the fear of rejection that daylight might bring. It allows Kaveh to free from inhibitions that he would place upon himself on his own. He can imagine that they are equals, that the vast gulf of their differences in status and security does not exist.
Alhaitham's mind wanders to the statues and paintings of old, where the yearning was palpable, the subjects forever frozen in a moment of eternal want. He feels akin to those figures now, caught in an everlasting reach towards something he can never fully grasp. And yet, there is beauty in the yearning itself, in the pure, unbridled desire that courses through him.]
user2.718: I wouldn't leave any inch of your skin untouched. user2.718: I want to learn every little thing about you. user2.718: I want to see all of you.
[ user2.718's words make Kaveh ache in the deepest part of him, and if it's declarations the other seeks, perhaps Pharos's next act will serve as the most powerful of all. With the divide between them, he can't allow the other to really explore him; and for as many things as he's told him and will continue to tell him, his online nature is something of a prison, trapping him behind walls of privacy and safety.
But he wants to see him, and that, Kaveh can oblige. ]
Give me a minute, Mister E.
[ It's a soft utterance, almost quiet enough that he can't be heard, even as he pulls the fingers from his mouth— and then stands, moving off camera for a moment. Possibly, Alhaitham will know what's happening before it happens from the shuffling and rustling he can hear, but any suspicions are confirmed in the next moment when Pharos steps back into view and takes a seat, now entirely naked except the chain hanging at his throat and the mask still carefully fixed onto his face. ]
It's not perfect, but this is the best I can do for now.
[ Oddly, he feels a little shy. For everything he's done on camera, he's never been entirely naked, showing the pale, lightly-toned skin of his abs and chest without lace of some shade covering them.
[The suspense had been killing him, a frown flitting through his brow as Pharos excused himself out of angle and he did, for once, have a moment of insecurity. Did he say anything? What's happening, where is he going? And then he comes back, fully nude but the present he gave him, sitting again, all for Mister E to see. He's fully winded while sitting at his desk. His heart is thrumming.]
[ A beautiful, genuine smile comes across Pharos's lips when Mister E tells him that he's perfection. He's certainly never thought of himself that way, and he's never believed in it when other viewers have told him as much in the past. But when Mister E says it, Kaveh knows he can believe that the other means it, isn't only saying it to get more out of him.
Somehow, that's better than believing it for himself.
There's a fresh dust of red splashed across his cheeks as he settles back properly into his chair and presses his fingers into his mouth once more, a sigh on his lips as he widens them to accept his own ministrations.
He wants to put on the best possible show he can for the other man. ]
[When Pharos smiles so brightly, Alhaitham drops his head into his hands. Rubs his face as he takes a deep breath. The shift of his hips on his seat is the only thing he does to alleviate his begging, weeping erection. Kaveh's cock glistens in the probable lighting he has set up for his streams, and his mouth runs dry.
'There,' 'I'm yours—'
Would Kaveh laugh at him, or be mortified, if he knew about his sorry state, folded over his desk? Perhaps both. Very likely both.]
user2.718: That's good. You're doing so well. user2.718: You're so beautiful. user2.718: Did you think of me like this? user2.718: Show me where you want me to touch you next.
[ He has no way of knowing, of course, the images on Alhaitham's mind. All he can do is read what user2.718 says, do his best to please him and show him all the things he wants to see— he wants him to feel good, to get out of this all the things that he gives Kaveh just by being here in this chat, talking to him and praising him and—
He pulls his fingers free again. ]
Mm... of course, Mister E. I... I think of you a lot, like this.
[ Even that night, when he was with Alhaitham. ]
Next, I...
[ He bites his lower lip, considering for a moment taking his weeping, straining cock in hand. But he doesn't for now; instead, he trails saliva-slick fingers down his own front, lifting his hips so he can tease them over his own hole. ]
[He supposes he should feel jealous, even if technically, Kaveh had been thinking of him even if he wasn't aware of it. Even in Alhaitham's arms, whimpering a 'E' in such a sweet voice, he was thinking of Alhaitham himself in such a roundabout way. Alhaitham doesn't really know what to think, and is intrigued about how he comes across here, and how he comes across in person.
How odd, that the two elicit such a different response. And yet Alhaitham can't see the difference. The moment he compliments Kaveh he gets daggers thrown his way. The moment he does it as user2.718 he has Kaveh whimpering and asking for more, smiling dazzlingly.
He sighs, shakes his trousers off, unplugs his laptop from the stand and takes it and himself to the bed. The bed that he wishes still smelled like Kaveh.]
user2.718: Is that what you want? user2.718: Do you want me inside you? user2.718: You'll be good and show me, right?
[ The words come through and Kaveh can do little more than nod. Yes, this is what he wants, what he wanted before they even started this tonight. He's thought about Mister E so much lately, how he might touch him, letting his imagination run into overdrive with the thoughts and the desperation for someone's affection.
With permission of a sort granted— yes, he can be good, he'll show his Mister E just how good he can be— he slips a finger into himself, spreading his legs a little wider in the process. It's not exactly the most comfortable of seating arrangements, but it gives his viewer the best possible view. ]
I do. I want more of you than this, too, but... this is enough for now. I'll take whatever of you you wanna give me.
[ If only it could be everything.
...Archons, he's truly in trouble with this man. ]
[Beautiful Pharos. Gorgeous, stunning Kaveh. Alhaitham had barely even considered how attractive he was in person aside from the objective acknowledgement of his appeal when they first met. Yes, there are plenty of beautiful people around, but it's not something that Alhaitham would act on and find interest in. A genetic lottery often gave someone the right for attention, anyway.
And yet, the ruffled feathers that scrunched his nose, the sharpness of his mouth, the red-blooded passion of his answers as he went back and forth with his jabs, as much as he delivers himself to delight, make him absolutely surrendered to the beauty that Kaveh holds.]
user2.718: i want to see your pleasure user2.718: i'd make it good for you user2.718: make it feel good
[Alhaitham sighs, thrusts into his grasp. Like he's the one penetrating Pharos. Adding a bit to the fantasy of holding the blonde in his arms, of whispering filth in his ear.]
[ He sighs in content as he keeps fucking himself open, adding a second finger and then a third, spreading himself wide as if waiting for the other to take him, panting and groaning softly as his hips arch up into his own touches. His eyes flutter, and he reads over the chat more thoroughly, noting the way Mister E's words have changed, punctuation and typography having disappeared in favor of his pleasure. He licks his lips, breathing out a soft sigh. ]
It's only for you, Mister E, did you know that? I don't— there's no one else I'm fucking, I'm only ever like this for you—
[ It sounds, perhaps, like a streamer making false platitudes to one of many private viewers. But it's the (sad) truth, Kaveh's honesty shining through despite himself. ]
Nn... you said you'll only use your fingers today? I can't... mm, can't have more of you? Please?
user2.718: i know user2.718: i don't do this with anyone either user2.718: you're being so good for me user2.718: only fingers today dear user2.718: can you do it?
[Is that too much? Too weird? Too affectionate? It's too late, anyway. Alhaitham at this point does not care, he's typing with one hand, and all he wants is to say yes, to take him fully, to ride the fantasy of him being fucked while leaning back against him.
But really, he thinks Kaveh needs this, a bit of worship, a bit of prioritization. He just admitted to feeling bad about getting worked up with Alhaitham, whilst fantasizing with... Alhaitham. It'd be silly if he wasn't so upset about it. So this is for Pharos, for Kaveh, for his devotion even if his heart is still tangled messily. For better or worse, Alhaitham will help him unwind it.
Seeing him so needy only flushes him to the core, and he looks up at the empty ceiling with a heavy breath to reach for the keyboard once more. His cock looks heavy, tightened by the ring, and Pharos is glowing beautifully with want.]
user2.718: when you're close user2.718: release the ring user2.718: i want to see you
[ Even as Alhaitham is worrying about the tone he's taken, Kaveh's face is heating with a blush. Not only because Mister E has told him that he doesn't do this with anyone else, but because of the affectionate word chosen, as if they're somehow more than just streamer and viewer, the way he so desperately wants for them to be. It's enough to make his fingers pause in their motions, a stutter in his movements before he manages to keep himself going, swallowing hard against the thickness in his throat.
He's so hard it's starting to ache. ]
I will, I...
[ He cuts himself off with a soft moan as his fingers brush over his prostate. It's not particularly easy to do at this angle, but it's enough to send sparks through him, to make his head tilt back slightly as he breathes sharply, seeking to fill his lungs with new air where he feels like he's bound to suffocate on the words and the actions and everything.
His free hand lifts to the ring, closing around it to find the release—
And he pauses, still fucking himself, his eyes seeking out the chat again, then the camera, something soft and pleading in his breath. ]
Will you call me that again? Or.. or something similar, I.. please?
[His teeth ache, knowing exactly how Kaveh's neck feels underneath them, hungering for the pliant skin and elegant muscle once again. His mouth runs dry, and Alhaitham hunches as though he'd be resting his head on Kaveh's shoulder, his headphones picking up on every small gasp, the breaths that seep through the streamer's lips.
And oh, he likes it. He likes being called upon affection, so much that he asks for it again. It's enough to sober him an increment and have him stare at the screen, his mouth gaping, his fingers on his cock stilling, dampened and squeezing to a halt.
His fingers fly over the keyboard.]
user2.718: however you'd like user2.718: honey user2.718: baby user2.718: you're so handsome user2.718: so beautiful user2.718: sugar user2.718: my darling
[ Saying "that's all it takes" would be something of an understatement. As user2.718's messages start coming through in something akin to double time, deft fingers release the ring around him and then move away again to allow the other a good view. He doesn't know exactly what the other plans to say, but he knows that, paired with his fingers, it will be enough—
and then not one but six separate messages come through, naming him affectionately and praising him in turn, and when Kaveh comes it's hard, his hips jerking up and cock twitching as he spills over himself; naked as he is, Mister E will see his muscles tensing and flexing in time with the too-loud cry he makes: ]
Mister E—!
[ before they slacken again as he sinks into the seat, panting hard, dazed eyes re-reading the string of compliments.
He likes them all, but.. ]
Baby. [ His voice is a whisper. ] I think that one's my favorite.
He forgets himself, his erection twitching and weeping, but he's moved to immobility, his eyes fixated on the exposed parts of Pharos that he doesn't tend to see, that he didn't get to look at when they were both physically together.
And the knowledge that yes, that was the cry he let out before, that night. He cried out for him. He cried out for him. He cried out for him.
This man will be the death of him. He knows this.
This man hates him.
Alhaitham slips a hand under the length of his bangs to rub at his eye, a headache from both giving himself blue balls and the whole complexity of this situation plummeting him down.
Still, he's beautiful, and Kaveh—Pharos—talks about how he likes to be called 'baby'.]
user2.718: I'll call you that, then. user2.718: You were so good for me, baby. user2.718: I feel so lucky to have found you.
[ It takes him a little while to recover from the strength of his orgasm, Kaveh's eyes closing under his mask as he breathes in and out, trying to steady his breath. And when they open again as he removes his fingers from himself, reaches for a tissue to clean up, user2.718 is typing normally once more, calling him "baby" again and telling him—
oh.
Archons help him, he's falling too fast for this man, this man he doesn't even know past words and kindness on a screen, and...
He swallows again, this time against a lump of emotion, and manages a small smile in the direction of his camera. Hopefully he looks worn out rather than emotional. ]
That was amazing, Mister E. Was it good for you too?
[ And then, wonderingly, now that he's earned himself a nickname: ]
Should I keep calling you Mister E? Or is there something else you'd prefer?
user2.718: Of course. user2.718: It's always good with you.
[It was good, despite him not being able to finish. The lack of a climax doesn't necessarily mean the session wasn't good. Alhaitham is too rational to think otherwise.
He watches him carefully, at the relaxed state of his neck, how he swallows hard over that last message. Too much?
Alhaitham smiles.]
user2.718: If you want to keep to the theme you can call me Euler. user2.718: But as for any nicknames, I will defer to you.
[ He feels the name out, smiles as he says it. He always knew Mister E would understand his private joke, but to hear him say the name makes him almost as proud as the other's statement that it's always good with him.
Besides, it might be easier to cry out than a single letter.
Kaveh bites at his lower lip, worrying at it for a moment or two before he looks back up at the camera, considering. ]
Then... Euler, if it's okay with you, I'd like to make this more of a normal thing. Private streams, I mean. I'll still do my regular streams too but.. I enjoy talking with you, and spending time with you..
[Oh. He wants to do this more often? Making this a regular thing sounds like wonders to Alhaitham, it could mean an easier way of keeping in touch with Kaveh even if he avoids him in campus. And yet he can't help but feel like this may be a bit too much.
Except.]
user2.718: I'd like that. user2.718: I'd like that a lot. user2.718: But I have some conditions. user2.718: If we're making it a regular thing, I'd like to be able to tip you. user2.718: You told me you don't have a lot of time, and I don't think it would be good for you if I took it away without some return from it. user2.718: Not that this isn't rewarding for me, or any of us. It is. user2.718: I believe your mod would also agree.
[ There's a moment of silence where no doubt Alhaitham sees the self-doubt and displeasure creep over Kaveh's face. user2.718 wants to pay him for his time? Is this just transactional after all? As always, he's placed too much importance on this, built it up into something it's not, and Mister E— it's not his fault, he was just getting carried away with a streamer's attention and—
(Oh god was Alhaitham right?)
But then the other keeps typing, explains his reasoning, and Kaveh forgets that he's supposed to be upset, his expression softening as he reads.
It's not like it sounded, it's just...
He bites his lip. ]
Euler, you..
[ There's a moment of silence, conflicted eyes peering into the camera before he finally nods. ]
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(In reality, perhaps it's not even that he thinks so highly of Mister E— but more how lowly he thinks of himself.)
He's obedient, pinching at the piercing and then hissing softly as his chest arches into it, a shake of his head as his eyes seek the camera once more. ]
Mm, it doesn't really hurt. It feels good, Mister E. But.. honestly, everything you do feels good. Even you just caressing my face and kissing me... it's not that weird that I'm starting to get hard, right?
[ His laugh is sweet, breathless as he defends himself, as he lowers the same hand to his knee and starts so slowly to stroke over his own thigh, still leaning back to make sure his Mister E has the best possible view of him as he does. White fingerprints appear briefly in the skin as he squeezes and kneads, and as his hand creeps higher he sighs, biting his lip and letting his eyes flutter closed again. ]
Mm, this would be easier if I could hear you for real, [ he laughs softly in the next moment, eyes opening again. ] Everything you're doing is so good I keep forgetting and closing my eyes.
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And isn't that the strongest of aphrodisiacs, that exploration?]
[Dangerous, dangerous grounds. Who is Pharos really imagining there?
(Does it matter?)]
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Okay.
[ His voice is a whisper as his eyes close again, the fingers of that single hand continuing their teasing and tormenting of the skin so close to his own growing erection, kneading and exploring up and down each side one after the other, coming so close to touching himself without actually allowing himself the pleasure.
His other hand slides out of his hair, anchoring at his chest, toying and playing with the piercing until he's writhing under his own ministrations, breath short and sharp. And he's imagining it, imagining Mister E doing all of these things to him, for him, even if his brain transposes imagined sensation with feelings he's genuinely been granted at the hands of another—
His eyes open again as he whines softly under his own touch. ]
Mister E, will you touch me? Please?
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[Many authors have written both prose and poetry about how worship and devotion was not without some sacrifice, not without some pain. Some parts of religion focus on that very side of things, which Alhaitham was forever a critic of.
Yet, seeing Pharos writhe under his fingers, and yet still yearning, voice and face contorted into pleasure, softening some of his features into rapture, deepening others as he navigates the heat within him. Alhaitham is not there, in Pharos’ streaming room, but he feels warm like Kaveh were to tilt his head and breathe into Alhaitham.
He’s reminded of statues, entangled together, their artists meticulously ensuring the characters’ fingers digging in a way their flesh bends, like they were the very same pads digging into the give of a softened material.
It struck him as odd, the idea of coveting those which you already have, and yet, now, he knows that he’d crave this man no matter how long he had him.
Maybe it’s a good thing he hates his guts.]
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(Because even in the face of his crush is Mister E a figure insurmountable as much as he desired; someone with his wealth must have his life together in a way Kaveh doesn't, a way Kaveh can only dream; in the real world he probably wouldn't even look at him twice—)
Perhaps that's why he's so eager, nodding as he lifts his hand from his leg and sucks two fingers into his mouth. It's sloppy, the way he fucks his own mouth with them, tongue and lips working to wet them thoroughly, until the saliva is all but dripping messily from both mouth and fingers, his cock visibly twitching, straining in aching desire.
He'll do anything the other asks of him— and right now, he wants to make sure he has a good view as Pharos completes his request. ]
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[The notion of unattainability sharpens this yearning into something almost exquisite in its pain. Kaveh sees Mister E as someone lofty, unattainable, an ideal figure carved from the very echelons of societal perfection that he himself feels so alienated from. It's an ironic mirroring of their real-world interactions, where Alhaitham is the unwanted intruder in Kaveh's well-ordered life and decisions, the critic who unwittingly wounds even as he seeks closeness.
Alhaitham is struck by the poignant beauty of his longing. The physical distance between them—a screen, miles, perhaps an entire world—magnifies every small act into a declaration, every whispered word into a confession. This digital divide, this relentless barrier, serves as sanctuary and prison both. It allows Alhaitham to worship without the messiness of reality intruding, to adore without the fear of rejection that daylight might bring. It allows Kaveh to free from inhibitions that he would place upon himself on his own. He can imagine that they are equals, that the vast gulf of their differences in status and security does not exist.
Alhaitham's mind wanders to the statues and paintings of old, where the yearning was palpable, the subjects forever frozen in a moment of eternal want. He feels akin to those figures now, caught in an everlasting reach towards something he can never fully grasp. And yet, there is beauty in the yearning itself, in the pure, unbridled desire that courses through him.]
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But he wants to see him, and that, Kaveh can oblige. ]
Give me a minute, Mister E.
[ It's a soft utterance, almost quiet enough that he can't be heard, even as he pulls the fingers from his mouth— and then stands, moving off camera for a moment. Possibly, Alhaitham will know what's happening before it happens from the shuffling and rustling he can hear, but any suspicions are confirmed in the next moment when Pharos steps back into view and takes a seat, now entirely naked except the chain hanging at his throat and the mask still carefully fixed onto his face. ]
It's not perfect, but this is the best I can do for now.
[ Oddly, he feels a little shy. For everything he's done on camera, he's never been entirely naked, showing the pale, lightly-toned skin of his abs and chest without lace of some shade covering them.
His fingers lift, tracing his swollen lips. ]
Should I continue..?
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[The suspense had been killing him, a frown flitting through his brow as Pharos excused himself out of angle and he did, for once, have a moment of insecurity. Did he say anything? What's happening, where is he going? And then he comes back, fully nude but the present he gave him, sitting again, all for Mister E to see.
He's fully winded while sitting at his desk. His heart is thrumming.]
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Somehow, that's better than believing it for himself.
There's a fresh dust of red splashed across his cheeks as he settles back properly into his chair and presses his fingers into his mouth once more, a sigh on his lips as he widens them to accept his own ministrations.
He wants to put on the best possible show he can for the other man. ]
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'There,' 'I'm yours—'
Would Kaveh laugh at him, or be mortified, if he knew about his sorry state, folded over his desk? Perhaps both. Very likely both.]
user2.718: That's good. You're doing so well.
user2.718: You're so beautiful.
user2.718: Did you think of me like this?
user2.718: Show me where you want me to touch you next.
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He pulls his fingers free again. ]
Mm... of course, Mister E. I... I think of you a lot, like this.
[ Even that night, when he was with Alhaitham. ]
Next, I...
[ He bites his lower lip, considering for a moment taking his weeping, straining cock in hand. But he doesn't for now; instead, he trails saliva-slick fingers down his own front, lifting his hips so he can tease them over his own hole. ]
Will you?
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How odd, that the two elicit such a different response. And yet Alhaitham can't see the difference. The moment he compliments Kaveh he gets daggers thrown his way. The moment he does it as user2.718 he has Kaveh whimpering and asking for more, smiling dazzlingly.
He sighs, shakes his trousers off, unplugs his laptop from the stand and takes it and himself to the bed. The bed that he wishes still smelled like Kaveh.]
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With permission of a sort granted— yes, he can be good, he'll show his Mister E just how good he can be— he slips a finger into himself, spreading his legs a little wider in the process. It's not exactly the most comfortable of seating arrangements, but it gives his viewer the best possible view. ]
I do. I want more of you than this, too, but... this is enough for now. I'll take whatever of you you wanna give me.
[ If only it could be everything.
...Archons, he's truly in trouble with this man. ]
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And yet, the ruffled feathers that scrunched his nose, the sharpness of his mouth, the red-blooded passion of his answers as he went back and forth with his jabs, as much as he delivers himself to delight, make him absolutely surrendered to the beauty that Kaveh holds.]
[Alhaitham sighs, thrusts into his grasp. Like he's the one penetrating Pharos. Adding a bit to the fantasy of holding the blonde in his arms, of whispering filth in his ear.]
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[ He sighs in content as he keeps fucking himself open, adding a second finger and then a third, spreading himself wide as if waiting for the other to take him, panting and groaning softly as his hips arch up into his own touches. His eyes flutter, and he reads over the chat more thoroughly, noting the way Mister E's words have changed, punctuation and typography having disappeared in favor of his pleasure. He licks his lips, breathing out a soft sigh. ]
It's only for you, Mister E, did you know that? I don't— there's no one else I'm fucking, I'm only ever like this for you—
[ It sounds, perhaps, like a streamer making false platitudes to one of many private viewers. But it's the (sad) truth, Kaveh's honesty shining through despite himself. ]
Nn... you said you'll only use your fingers today? I can't... mm, can't have more of you? Please?
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[Is that too much? Too weird? Too affectionate? It's too late, anyway. Alhaitham at this point does not care, he's typing with one hand, and all he wants is to say yes, to take him fully, to ride the fantasy of him being fucked while leaning back against him.
But really, he thinks Kaveh needs this, a bit of worship, a bit of prioritization. He just admitted to feeling bad about getting worked up with Alhaitham, whilst fantasizing with... Alhaitham. It'd be silly if he wasn't so upset about it. So this is for Pharos, for Kaveh, for his devotion even if his heart is still tangled messily. For better or worse, Alhaitham will help him unwind it.
Seeing him so needy only flushes him to the core, and he looks up at the empty ceiling with a heavy breath to reach for the keyboard once more. His cock looks heavy, tightened by the ring, and Pharos is glowing beautifully with want.]
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He's so hard it's starting to ache. ]
I will, I...
[ He cuts himself off with a soft moan as his fingers brush over his prostate. It's not particularly easy to do at this angle, but it's enough to send sparks through him, to make his head tilt back slightly as he breathes sharply, seeking to fill his lungs with new air where he feels like he's bound to suffocate on the words and the actions and everything.
His free hand lifts to the ring, closing around it to find the release—
And he pauses, still fucking himself, his eyes seeking out the chat again, then the camera, something soft and pleading in his breath. ]
Will you call me that again? Or.. or something similar, I.. please?
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And oh, he likes it. He likes being called upon affection, so much that he asks for it again. It's enough to sober him an increment and have him stare at the screen, his mouth gaping, his fingers on his cock stilling, dampened and squeezing to a halt.
His fingers fly over the keyboard.]
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and then not one but six separate messages come through, naming him affectionately and praising him in turn, and when Kaveh comes it's hard, his hips jerking up and cock twitching as he spills over himself; naked as he is, Mister E will see his muscles tensing and flexing in time with the too-loud cry he makes: ]
Mister E—!
[ before they slacken again as he sinks into the seat, panting hard, dazed eyes re-reading the string of compliments.
He likes them all, but.. ]
Baby. [ His voice is a whisper. ] I think that one's my favorite.
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He forgets himself, his erection twitching and weeping, but he's moved to immobility, his eyes fixated on the exposed parts of Pharos that he doesn't tend to see, that he didn't get to look at when they were both physically together.
And the knowledge that yes, that was the cry he let out before, that night. He cried out for him. He cried out for him. He cried out for him.
This man will be the death of him. He knows this.
This man hates him.
Alhaitham slips a hand under the length of his bangs to rub at his eye, a headache from both giving himself blue balls and the whole complexity of this situation plummeting him down.
Still, he's beautiful, and Kaveh—Pharos—talks about how he likes to be called 'baby'.]
[And to make things worse:
He's not lying.]
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oh.
Archons help him, he's falling too fast for this man, this man he doesn't even know past words and kindness on a screen, and...
He swallows again, this time against a lump of emotion, and manages a small smile in the direction of his camera. Hopefully he looks worn out rather than emotional. ]
That was amazing, Mister E. Was it good for you too?
[ And then, wonderingly, now that he's earned himself a nickname: ]
Should I keep calling you Mister E? Or is there something else you'd prefer?
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[It was good, despite him not being able to finish. The lack of a climax doesn't necessarily mean the session wasn't good. Alhaitham is too rational to think otherwise.
He watches him carefully, at the relaxed state of his neck, how he swallows hard over that last message. Too much?
Alhaitham smiles.]
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[ He feels the name out, smiles as he says it. He always knew Mister E would understand his private joke, but to hear him say the name makes him almost as proud as the other's statement that it's always good with him.
Besides, it might be easier to cry out than a single letter.
Kaveh bites at his lower lip, worrying at it for a moment or two before he looks back up at the camera, considering. ]
Then... Euler, if it's okay with you, I'd like to make this more of a normal thing. Private streams, I mean. I'll still do my regular streams too but.. I enjoy talking with you, and spending time with you..
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Except.]
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(Oh god was Alhaitham right?)
But then the other keeps typing, explains his reasoning, and Kaveh forgets that he's supposed to be upset, his expression softening as he reads.
It's not like it sounded, it's just...
He bites his lip. ]
Euler, you..
[ There's a moment of silence, conflicted eyes peering into the camera before he finally nods. ]
...Okay.
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