sempiternals | Hang up all my fragile thoughts

[ Another visceral shudder runs down his spine when Euler breathes those words of praise in his ear. There's no denying how much he likes being praised in such a way, and no doubt it's obvious to the other man as well. He sighs and settles in closer— and he can't quite help the way he wriggles just a little as he gets comfortable, teasing the other man with the swell of his ass against his cock— smiling as Euler's fingers smooth along his arm. ]

It's more than okay.

[ His voice is a soft murmur as he reaches up, brushes fingers through that slicked black hair. ]

You can do anything you want to with me, Euler. I trust you, and.. and I want you, anyway. I've wanted you for a long while now.

[ His forehead rests against the other's cheek as he bites his lower lip. Is he being too forward? ]

[As the weight shifts and presses into delicious friction, he can't help the shift of his own hips upwards, a slight grind before he adjusts underneath the streamer, though admiring the way he curls up cutely against him, smiling, receptive to the touch.

And then he goes and says something like that.

Alhaitham should have ordered a drink.]

A bit dangerous, no? [To who? He's starting to think that he's the one in danger here. The architect knows who he is and this is a long, clever, highly complex way of conning him into revenge.

And yet, he sees Kaveh biting his lip. The fingers drawing little shapes on Pharos' arm move to fold underneath his chin, tip him upwards to face him, a thumb gently brushing along his jaw.] I want you to truly trust me. I can only do that by earning it.

[ Kaveh can't help the soft hiss of pleasure he makes when Euler's hips shift upward, grind against him ever so slightly. It's evidence of how quickly he's hardening, just like Kaveh himself, and it makes the blonde wish that he had the bravery to just throw caution to the wind and hand himself over into his arms right now.

Perhaps he should have had a little more to drink after all, conquer the nerves that are finding themselves alight so easily in his veins.

He shakes his head, peers up at Euler with his soft eyes, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he admires him so openly, enjoying the sensation of the other's thumb skimming along his jaw. ]

I know it's stupid of me, but I already trust you more than anyone I know anyway. What does "true trust" look like to you, Euler?

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[He did an excellent job of hiding himself, blue eyes peering at him instead of vermillion, though he knows the shape of those lips, the darkness of his eyelashes isn't just because of the kohl or the mascara he wears. Alhaitham shakes his head, looking him over, admiring him, his other hand coming in, splaying wide, to stroke from knee to thigh, and then low to the knee again, squeezing it gently then up again to squeeze his hip, the tapering of his waist, lingering there because there's skin there, instead of leather. He's so solid and warm and alive and Alhaitham has Kaveh's name teasing under his tongue, willing to break free.

But he does not. So he strokes Pharos' smile with a feather-light fingertip.] We take it one step at a time. I get to know what you like, what you don't like. [He kisses his temple, the bridge of his nose.] There's so much we can do and so little time, I want you to enjoy it.

[ His head tilts. There's so much they can do and so little time... and so Euler... wants to take that time learning? His lips part in silent surprise, and for a moment he nearly questions it, but... no, it makes sense. The other man has always come across like an academic of some sort— it's a big part of what attracts Kaveh to him in the first place— but then there's also that kind, caring side of him that shines through with those words too, the side of him that from the beginning has been looking out for Pharos's best interests and not just his own as a customer.

And it makes him wonder— ]

Does this mean you wanna see me again? After tonight?

[ It's a scary question to ask. He feels vulnerable, afraid of hearing an answer he doesn't want— and yet at the same time, he needs to know, needs to understand exactly what Euler is seeking from him here. This is already so different from what he thought it was going to be...

and he's pretty sure that's a good thing. ]

[The weight of Kaveh's question is like a physical force, a weight with the shape of the streamer on his lap, laden with potential and peril. He senses the vulnerability in Kaveh's voice, the tentative hope mingled with fear of rejection. It's a poignant echo of his own emotions, the shared uncertainty of what lies beyond tonight's encounter, the things that they're both hiding.

The pulsing music and shadowed figures feel simultaneously distant and oppressively close as Alhaitham considers his response. He wants more than just tonight, more than these stolen moments shrouded in anonymity, beyond the divide of a screen. Yet, the risks of pushing too far, too fast, loom large in his mind. The balance between his desires and the practical implications of their complex relationship is delicate. Kaveh would hate him if he knew who he's asking this to, so fearful of being rejected, when he knows that it would be Alhaitham to face that rejection if they were being their true, truer selves.

He looks into Kaveh's eyes, seeing the same intelligence and intensity that drew him to Pharos in the digital world, the sharpness of observation, the earnestness to do everything right. For others, never for himself.]

Only if you enjoy yourself tonight, and if you want to. [Alhaitham says, his voice steady despite the tumult inside him.] That's what trust is to me. To know someone and know that they'll do the right thing for you.

[Alhaitham's admission is as much an assurance for Kaveh as it is a reaffirmation of his own feelings. He reaches out, his hand gentle on Kaveh's hair, stroking the locks, grounding, a physical manifestation of his emotional presence, of his care.] I'd like to be here for you, in whatever way you need me to be. And we don't have to figure everything out now.

[ Once again, Euler answers all of Kaveh's worries with such honesty and calm that the blonde wonders why he was even having them in the first place. Of course, he doesn't know of the delicate balance between them that so worries the other, but he's taken aback by the other's kindness and generosity of understanding when as a streamer he's usually afforded neither. Euler has always given that to him, but it's even more evident now that they're sitting face to face, and the other man is assuring him that the shots are his to call— when he's ready to call them.

Kaveh leans in, catching Euler's mouth with his own, a kiss surprisingly insistent for how brief it is. He tastes the wisps of smoke on the other's mouth, a reminder that he needs to tell him off for it, sinking into him with a soft sigh and a brush of his fingers against his cheek. ]

Why don't we start with a drink? [ the words are murmured against the other's mouth, another smile broadening his lips. ] We can have a drink and talk and.. figure out our next step from there.

[ Not that he needs to figure it out, he thinks. It's taking every little bit of strength he has not to just launch himself at the other man and beg for something more between them. He can still feel Euler's cock pressing up against his ass, too... which doesn't help. But if they can have a drink first, then.. that's a good first step, right? ]

Does that sound good?

[Alhaitham's heart races as he leans in to kiss Kaveh again, responding to the warmth and insistence in Kaveh’s own kiss. This simple contact sets off a quiet storm within him. The touch of Kaveh’s lips is grounding, and yet it sends a rush of warmth through his body, a reminder of the depth of his feelings. This time, his kiss is slow, reverent, affectionate. Any more of that and he'd be making the both of them drowsy, languid.

As he pulls back, there's a brief moment where Alhaitham needs to catch his breath—Kaveh has, without trying, left him feeling both exhilarated and a touch disoriented. The sensations swirling through him are potent and distracting. He manages a smile, genuine still, his eyes lingering on Kaveh’s face, taking in every detail, every trace of emotion that crosses his expression.]

I’ll get us those drinks, [then he says, his voice a little thicker than usual. The need for a brief respite—a deep breath to collect himself and cool the flush of heat Kaveh’s kiss has spread through him, the erection that is struggling against his trousers. He turns to head to the bar, feeling a mix of anticipation and a rare, slight nervousness that he attributes entirely to the effect Kaveh has on him. He turns back again, leaning in to drop a small kiss on the streamer's forehead.] Wait for me. I'll be right back.

[At the bar, Alhaitham orders their drinks, his gaze occasionally drifting back to where Kaveh waits. Watching the bartender mix the drinks, he's momentarily grateful for the task's distraction, allowing him a moment to regain his usual composure. He thanks the bartender, takes their drinks, and walks back to Kaveh with a steadier step.

Handing Kaveh his drink, their fingers touch briefly, reigniting a spark of that warmth. So much for that R&R.] Here you go, [Alhaitham says, the corners of his mouth lifting in a more relaxed smile now. As he settles back into the seat:] I asked what you had ordered—rum, right?

[ He's not expecting his suggestion to be met with a slow kiss— but he's not complaining, either. Kaveh sighs in content into Euler's mouth, responding to the kiss with all the breathless passion he can muster. His heart feels like it's in his throat, it's pounding so hard. When they part, it's with a soft whimper on his part, an urge to dive back into him even though he shouldn't just yet.

After all, they're learning, right?

He nods mutely when the other man says that he'll get them their drinks, for a moment feeling as if he wants to protest— the other spends so much on him already— but knowing it will fall on deaf ears, he for now says nothing. Instead he watches the other walk away, admiring the broadness of his back and the smoothness of the way he slides through the crowd. He seems to move effortlessly, and Kaveh wonders—

Ngh. He shifts on the seat, all too aware of his erection and how needy he feels right now. He could probably will it away if he thought enough unsexy thoughts, but... but with Euler so near to him, that's really the last thing he wants to be doing, so..

The other comes back before he can really dwell on it for too long anyway, and Kaveh accepts the rum with a surprised smile, a nod. ]

That was clever of you. To ask them.

[ He didn't even think about the fact that he hadn't told him— Archons, he's a wreck tonight.

He swirls the drink, watching the ice cubes clink against the glass for a moment, his teeth pressing into his lower lip before he looks back up at Euler again. There are so many things he wants to say, but... ]

So.. You smoke, right? I wouldn't have guessed.

Alhaitham carefully sets his own drink down, noting the slight shift in Kaveh’s demeanor as the topic of smoking comes up. He curses inwardly, recognizing the slip for what it is—a commonality with his own person as Alhaitham, something he hadn’t intended to reveal under the guise of Euler. The casual observation, innocuous as it might seem, sends a ripple of concern through him about how much of his true self is seeping through the character he’s crafted.

Yes, I do, [he responds, keeping his tone neutral, an attempt to mask the sudden spike in his anxiety.]

Is that a problem? [His question is genuine, a soft invitation for Kaveh to express any discomfort, which Alhaitham is prepared to address. He watches Kaveh’s expression closely, gauging his reaction, ready to navigate this delicate moment.

Each detail feels magnified, each shared piece of information a potential clue to his true identity. Alhaitham is constantly balancing on the fine line between revealing enough to maintain the authenticity of their growing connection and concealing enough to protect both their professional boundaries and his personal secret.

As Kaveh swirls his drink, Alhaitham takes the moment to steady his nerves, reminding himself to be more cautious and better separate Euler's traits from those of Alhaitham. Despite this internal reminder, he can’t help but feel a certain relief in sharing aspects of himself, even if under the guise of another.]

[ Maybe it will come as a surprise, but Kaveh doesn't immediately liken the habit to Alhaitham's. There are a lot of people in this world who smoke, after all; Alhaitham is one of them, and it seems Euler is too. And where his reaction to his coworker was irritation and annoyance, in the case of the man next to him right now... Well, surely he's smart enough to know what he's doing, right?

(Of course, the same is also true of the other smoker in his life, but... so what if he plays favorites a little?)

It also helps that whatever cigarette brand it is that he smokes, the aftertaste isn't horrendous in his mouth. It's ashy and smoky and kind of sexy. So after a moment, Kaveh shakes his head, offers him a new smile. ]

No, it's not a problem. I know how clever you are. You probably thought through all the risks and everything already...

[ Besides, it's not as if he doesn't have his own vices. His love for alcohol borders on problematic, and...

He shakes the thought off and sips at his rum before he reaches across with his free hand, linking his fingers with Euler's. ]

Anyway, it tasted kinda sexy on your mouth.

[Alhaitham feels a subtle wave of relief wash over him as Kaveh dismisses the concern about smoking with a lightness that speaks to a deeper understanding, or perhaps a selective acceptance, Alhaitham muses with an internal chuckle. The tension that had briefly knotted in his chest loosens with Kaveh's smile and the unexpected compliment that it tasted "kinda sexy" on him.

The touch of their linked fingers feels like a small victory, a tangible connection that grounds him back to the moment, to the reality of Kaveh's acceptance and presence. Alhaitham allows himself a moment to enjoy the simple pleasure of that contact, the warmth of Kaveh's hand in his, reassuring in its solidity.]

You give me too much credit, [Alhaitham replies with a soft smile, his voice low and tinged with amusement.] But I appreciate your faith in my judgment.

[Fingers curling underneath Pharos' fingers, he brings them up to his lips. Kisses the back of them, then his wrist, then his palm. He then guides Kaveh's hand to cup his own cheek, leaning into it. All as though he's doing some sort of business, as though it's the most natural thing in the world to be this affectionate.] You make it taste better.

[ It is definitely, despite Kaveh's best efforts, selective acceptance. When it comes down to it, so much of what Alhaitham does is offensive to him simply because he's Alhaitham, because he's a ~~frighteningly attractive~~ man who approached him on first meeting from the standpoint that no one else knows better than he, and worse, because he researched and figured Kaveh out right from the start in a way that makes him feel ~~seen~~ uncomfortable.

~~(And then apparently gained a crush on him, enough that he didn't protest when Kaveh threw himself into his arms, drunk and needy and wanting—)~~

He's so unlike Euler, Kaveh's Mister E, who sees Kaveh through kind, unjudgmental eyes, treats him like a human where others see a whore, who hears his problems and responds with advice rather than simply telling him everything he's doing wrong. Euler, who listens between his words rather than simply to them, finds the deeper meaning and supports him with patience and kindness.

Euler, who is in front of him right now with smiling emerald eyes and sweet words, lips that press soft kisses to his skin as he lifts Kaveh's hand to cup his own cheek. You make it taste better, he says, and Kaveh bites his lip because his heart is doing something funny again— ]

You—

[ It's remarkably forward, even for a streamer, and especially for how shy and awkward Kaveh can be in person without the bolster of alcohol, but he moves to sit atop him again, this time facing him and with his legs straddled either side of his hips, a pleasant flush of heat on his face as closes the distance between their mouths once more. ]

[The lights of the club flicker, but they're eclipsed by the surprise that flits through Alhaitham. In a decisive movement, he's straddled, cradled and pulled, and Alhaitham can do nothing but the instinctive wrap of his arms around the Streamer on his lap, grind into the assertive press of his body and exhale through his nose something blissful. This is temptation, bold and claiming and there's nothing but to arrest himself into it, rake his teeth over his lips until they tingle from the hurt.

The heat from Kaveh’s body melds into Alhaitham’s, his proximity intoxicating, addictive more than any nicotine. His breath burns into Alhaitham's mouth hotter than any smoke. One of Alhaitham’s hands rises, cradling Kaveh’s face gently, an instinctive response to the overwhelming desire to maintain contact, to reassure and be reassured that this isn't just a fleeting fantasy. Alhaitham’s pulse quickens, thudding heavily in his ears, each beat syncing with the throb of the club’s bass, the groan he releases mimicking the moans muffled from other rooms.

Thrilling and daunting in equal measure, Kaveh feels like a wild thing, and he sinks his fingers into his hair and pulls him away. Gently, just enough to arch his neck into the shape of his mouth, to narrow the world down to the space they occupy. The free hand on Kaveh's waist squeezes the round of his behind, rolling their bodies together into friction.]

You think of us like this? [He breathes, raking his teeth under the skin under his jaw.] Tell me what you'd like.

[ Each sound Euler makes is answered in kind by Kaveh. His hips willingly roll and press, and he hisses at the hand that squeezes at his ass, so quickly overwhelmed by the sensation of that mirrored against the gentle hand cupping his face. That other's exhale, the groan he makes before he starts to breathe those words against his jaw, they're enough to remind him that the other wants this just as much as he does, aches for it with the same need that Kaveh holds, and suddenly it feels like it's just the two of them alone in this space, no one else around them to ruin the mood they're starting to build.

To Euler's question, he nods. Honestly, "think" might be an understatement— ]

All the time.

[ It's embarrassingly true, but Kaveh says it without too much shame— he's trying something new tonight after all, trying for honesty where anxiety usually wins over. He wants to impress, after all, wants Euler to see him, want him in all the same ways he wants the other, wants to captivate his attention and hold it all for himself.

And so in answer to the next— question? command?— Kaveh sways his hips a little lower still, grinding them firmly into Euler's crotch. He groans; his head tips forward, lips pressing against the other's ear once more so he can whisper into it. ]

Some of the things we've done— I wanna do them for real. Let me finally show you how good I am with my mouth, Euler. And— and then you can fuck me, if you want.

Get up.

[It's a mutter, one that still does not leave much room to argue against as Euler plucks the streamer from his lap and turns him around, only to pull him back onto his lap again.

Except this time, he wraps an arm around Pharos' waist, a wide hand stroking from his naked navel up to his chest, underneath all of those chains. By doing so, he pulls him close, so he leans back against him, so Alhaitham can peer over his shoulder, kiss Kaveh should he want to.

And the other hand busies itself by prying his legs apart, kneading a knee, then up and inwards along Kaveh's inseam. He digs his fingers into the firm muscle like a sculptor wanting to assess the give of clay, and he rolls his hips again to grind his erected cock into his ass.

Those trousers look good, but they don't give much leeway in the shape of touching Kaveh the way he wanted to. Still, he'll take whatever he can.]

Do you remember this stream? [He pinches a nipple as he nuzzles the delicate shell of his ear.] Do I feel the same like this?

[ For a single moment, Kaveh thinks he's fucked everything up. The deep of that voice, muttering over the music for him to get up, hands on his waist moving him— he starts to panic, but then he's turned and pulled, and the sound that leaves him instead is a soft, surprised yelp, a soft utterance of the other's nickname as he's pulled back flush against his chest.

And just like that, he's captive to Euler's hold, head tilting back against the other's shoulder as one hand slides up under the chains that decorate his chest, and the other pries his legs apart to start teasing fingers along his clothing like he's giving some sort of massage, drawing closer and closer without reaching for the prize.

It's the most delightful sort of torment, and it only gets better when, as Euler's hips roll up and grind into him, the hand under the chains pinches at his pierced nipple, a jolt of pleasure rushing through his nerve endings— Kaveh moans a little too loudly, presses back, hips rocking down in answer, and his head turns toward the other, as if seeking him out. ]

I remember— how could I not? I— mm, Euler you feel. It feels even better like this...

[Alhaitham groans and presses kisses on the side of Kaveh's neck, the grip on his thigh slipping into the crease where it meets his pelvis, strokes the inside of the fold, stretched tendons, stretched leather. Kaveh rocks into him and spills out beautiful praise, gorgeous sounds, and it sends his heart into overdrive, his tongue feels heavy and alone all at once. He has wanted this man so much, for so long, and even if he doesn't know his true name, he says it like he trusts. Like he trusts Alhaitahm enough to be this open, this vulnerable, in front of everyone.]

You're so— [He begins, hand cupping Kaveh's crotch to feel the length of him straining against the leather, only to be interrupted by a slight clear of a throat that was neither his nor Pharos'.

The staff had slipped under their attention, into their small, secluded nook, and told them that if they'd like to play further, there are rooms available that will surely fit their standards.

Alhaitham knows, while the person keeps it professional, this is still so very new for the both of them and somewhat mortifying.

So he nods, maneuvers one of Kaveh's legs to close and have him turn on his lap sideways as he fishes out a card from a back pocket.] I'll take your most private one.

[Of course. Right away, if they'll follow them.

Alhaitham presses a soft kiss to Kaveh's cheek. Tucks his head against the crook under his jaw.] Hold on to me.

[And gets up, Streamer in his arms and all, to follow the staff into the room he just hired.]

[ Not once does Kaveh pay any heed to how public they really are. They're not in their own room or anything, but the nook itself is secluded and dark enough that it gives the illusion of them being alone; besides, his attention is entirely on Euler himself and how readily he's taking Kaveh apart, how even now he's leading them in a way that Kaveh feels both safe and respected. He trusts him, he wants to give himself over to him, and—

He's halfway into a low moan right into Euler's skin when the clear of a throat makes him stop dead, heat rushing up his cheeks as he listens to what the staff is telling the other man.

Private rooms—

Archons. How embarrassing. He feels so stupid; he completely lost all sense of everything, his need was so great, and— ]

Okay.

[ His voice is muffled into Euler's neck, arms curling tight around his shoulders as he holds onto him like a lifeline; no doubt the other will feel the heat of his skin burning with his mortification. So great it is that he hasn't even considered the fact that his favorite viewer paid for a private room without a second thought— hasn't even considered what it means for them to be going into a space with just the two of them alone. ]

Sorry. [ He breathes it into the other's skin, not even sure he can hear above the music. ] I got carried away. I should've thought about where we were—

[As they walk through the venue, there are whiplash strikes, paddles on flesh, moans, yelps, 'more daddy''s, 'you've been a very bad boy''s, gasps and people whispering as they look at each other and the shows in open rooms. Alhaitham doesn't pay attention to them, more focused on the man in his arms, on what he's saying.]

Don't apologize. I also got carried away. You're very distracting, [he smiles subtly with what he hopes is reassurance, presses a kiss to Pharos' forehead. Thanks the staff as they explained how the lock works, and locked the door for them since Alhaitham's hands are full and once another waiter brought them their drinks, setting them on a table at the corner of the room.

Excellent service, at least.

He walks them over to the bed. The setup is spartan, and functional, despite the vinyl and leather and the vending machine with all sorts of things, from lubed condoms to sex toys. It's not exactly the sexiest scenario, but it's private, and clean, even if the bass of the club is still thrumming against the walls.

Euler sits them down, strokes away Kaveh's hair from his face.] Is this okay? I felt we could use a bit more privacy, but we don't have to do anything that will need us to use that. [He jerks his chin towards the vending machine.]

[ He's lucky for Euler, he'll think later. In his sudden mortification and resulting anxiety, Kaveh isn't paying a lot of attention to what's going on, letting the other man move him around and talk to him as the staff do what little needs to be done to get the room perfectly set up for them. And only when the door is safely closed behind them does he look up to the other once more; the smile on his lips is soft, but still there as his viewer brushes the hair back from his face.

He nods, looking around the room briefly— and of course he chuckles at the sight of the sex toys, smiling as he looks back up at the other man once more. ]

This is more than okay. Privacy is a good idea.. apparently when it comes to you I... kinda forget myself.

[ Another laugh, but this time the embarrassment seems to be slowly disappearing, the smile on his lips becoming more genuine. ]

I wanna do whatever you wanna do, Euler. I... [ He falls silent as he tries to figure out how to say the words, rests his forehead against the other man's for a moment or two. His cheeks are pink, but he continues on: ] I'd give you everything right now if you wanted it so.. just say the word and I'm yours, okay?

[Celestia, have mercy on him.

Alhaitam breathes out a sigh, lung-rattling in how he needs to hold himself together. This isn't okay, Kaveh shouldn't be giving himself to him so easily, not when they don't truly know each other except for what they show on each other's screens, the undeniable attraction that pulls them together like the gravity of this planet, like something inexorable and intangible.

He tips his head, eyes closing behind his mask. His lips brush Kaveh's, Pharos', as he speaks.] The things I want to do with you… [he whispers, his hand skating back along Pharos' inner thigh to rub his fingers along the length of him, to squeeze and press it against the side of Kaveh's skin.] I want to make you feel good. I want to feel you come undone against me, after seeing you do it so many times without being able to touch you. Can I do that?

[He leans in, his spine curling to latch his mouth around his pierced nipple. He lets the nub warm with his breath, then rubs the flat of his tongue against it, suckles on it gently.] I've wanted to do this to you for so long.

[ If the argument were to come up, Kaveh would argue that it is okay. Sure, their meetings have been entirely online until now, and anonymous to boot, and yet he feels like Euler knows him better than anyone else he's ever met. The only thing Kaveh hasn't trusted him with is the truth of his identity, and that's only because—

well, it's stupid, but it's not like the world's that big, and with Euler being local enough to be able to meet here, the chance of them having some sort of acquaintance is high, and Kaveh needs to be able to keep his job.

So he allows the anonymity to hold, as much as he desperately wants to share that one last truth with the other man. But everything else—

Kaveh's eyes close, the blonde sounding a soft moan of pleasure as Euler's hand traces along him, breaths short against the other's mouth as his hips arch and press, seeking more of his affection. To the words, he nods, mute for a moment as he parses them, processes them. Gods. Archons. Yes, he absolutely wants all the things the other offers.

His lips part, and fall into a moan as the other's wicked mouth latches over his nipple and starts to lick against it. The only time he's ever felt a mouth against him like this is with Alhaitham—

(ugh, why is he coming to mind again?)

—and that wasn't like this, that was a series of kisses, not this sustained pleasure that has him moaning and writhing against the other man. He gasps wordlessly, fingers coiling into the other's hair as he tries again to find the space to say what he wants to say.

Another nod, his head tipping back in the next moment. ]

Yes. Please, I want.. mn. I wanna be with you for real this time. I want to make you feel good..

[So receptive, willing—eager. This is all that he had shown even when his mind was addled by drink, Kaveh begged him to take him, saying he's his for the night, asking him to make him see stars, to forget everything in his life.

To forget about the man that's holding and kissing him so deeply. Would he even ask for Alhaitham the same, he wonders.

His fingers open the fly of the sinfully tight leather, slip underneath to skate around his waist, following the band of his underwear, the fabric almost nonexistent to the touch, the lace leaving a brand on Kaveh's skin with how tight everything is.

Driving him crazy.

Alhaitham bites and tugs gently at Pharos' lower lip. He guides Pharos' hand to his crotch.] I wish you were mine. Do you know how much I want you?

[ Kaveh's eyes widen as fingers suddenly slip into the fly of his pants, sliding it open so his hand can press inside, touching across the lace of his thong. It only makes him return the kiss more eagerly, a soft whimper on his lips as his hand is guided to Euler's crotch, the flat of his palm meeting a straining hardness that he immediately starts to caress and stroke as he returns the kiss, tongue flicking out to taste the corners of the other's mouth.

It's embarrassing to admit, but all he's ever wanted is someone to love him. Someone to care for him genuinely and honestly, someone who sees through the bullshit in his life to the truth of him as a person— Euler does that.

~~so does Alhaitham~~

And so the other's words send a pleasant shudder down the back of his spine, Kaveh breaking the kiss with a tremble in his lips, a shake in his touch. ]

You don't have to just want me.. I'm already yours, Mister E.

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