[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. ]
[Ah, of course he'd be conflicted. He already felt pitiful back at the bar for thinking that Mister E, now Euler, was a paying customer. One of his viewers.
Alhaitham's heart aches.]
user2.718: It's for your safety and well-being, Pharos. user2.718: Nothing else. user2.718: I promise.
[ He's quiet for a moment longer, but then he nods again. ]
Okay. I trust you, and.. and I wanna see you more often, so. I accept. Next time, I'll make sure the tip jar is set up when we start. Okay?
[ And he smiles. No matter how unsure he feels about this on one level, he really does believe what Euler says on the other, trusts that he is looking out for his best interests. ]
[Alhaitham sighs. He knows this is necessary because if it comes out that Kaveh is seeing one of his viewers on the regular for free, people will probably demand the same. If Euler is seen as a VIP, then all the better.
He knows it's tricky, they're walking on weird, crackling ice, that they don't know if it's thin or not.]
user2.718: Don't look like that. user2.718: It makes me want to take care of you.
[ And despite the worries, he finds that his smile only grows more as he leans into the camera, blows it a sweet, brief kiss. ]
Thank you, Euler. I'm looking forward to next time too.
[ And with another smile, he closes the stream. It's not until the stream indicator disappears that he leans forward with a groan, pressing his forehead into his hands.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
indigently) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
sempiternals2023-10-04 01:27 am
no subject
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.]
no subject
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.
no subject
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.]
no subject
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?
no subject
[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.]
no subject
[ 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..
no subject
Except.]
no subject
(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.
no subject
Alhaitham's heart aches.]
no subject
Okay. I trust you, and.. and I wanna see you more often, so. I accept. Next time, I'll make sure the tip jar is set up when we start. Okay?
[ And he smiles. No matter how unsure he feels about this on one level, he really does believe what Euler says on the other, trusts that he is looking out for his best interests. ]
..Thank you.
no subject
He knows it's tricky, they're walking on weird, crackling ice, that they don't know if it's thin or not.]
no subject
I'm okay, I promise. I'm just being selfish. But I understand why you're saying that we should do it this way.
[ There's more than one reason, really. It's a good suggestion, as much as Kaveh wants to hate it. ]
no subject
no subject
Thank you, Euler. I'm looking forward to next time too.
[ And with another smile, he closes the stream. It's not until the stream indicator disappears that he leans forward with a groan, pressing his forehead into his hands.
What has he gotten himself into? ]