sempiternals | Hang up all my fragile thoughts

[Alhaitham presses more kisses then, soft and slow and somewhat chaste save for the way he seems to relish on the feeling of Kaveh's lips between his own. A roll of his hips, his hardened cock pressing against the skin of Kaveh's navel, works more as an answer, even if he pulls back with a hum, a playful glint in his eyes.] I wonder. Will you be good to me?

[ He laughs softly, reaches between them to take Euler's hardening cock in his hand, fingers stroking along its length as he chases the other's mouth, not wanting him to pull away too far.

The question, though, has him pause in the chase, tilting his head as he peers up at the other, a teasing smile finding his own lips in answer. ]

Aren't I always good, Euler?

[Another hand slips in between them to grab at Kaveh's. Leveling the playing field between them is not something that he wants to make a habit of—it's a trap, really— but he wants Kaveh to lose it in the same wavelength as Alhaitham.] Hm, are you? [A peck.] Can you be? [Another.] Always? [Another.]

[ Kaveh's not thinking about the playing field at all, not when Euler's hand wraps around him in turn. He whimpers, hips jerking in slight surprise, and his eyelids flutter— his attention though is quickly stolen by those pecked kisses, those words.

Can he be? Always? ]

Mm. Of course— [ And here, he steals his own quick kiss, faux-sapphire eyes alight with warmth. ] Let me prove it to you. What do you want from me?

[At that, Alhaitham draws back just enough to pull Kaveh's hand away from his erection—and he'll save a small moment to mourn the loss of it—and the other to pin them beside his head.

And then he lets go, with a small smile to his lips.]

Be good. [A kiss on his jaw.] Leave your hands here. [On his neck.] And don't move until I tell you to. [On his chest.

And he swoops lower to suckle on the head of his cock.]

[ Let me prove it, Kaveh says, and in the next moment realizes just how much of a fool he was by doing so. He bites his lip as Euler's hands move to pin his wrists to either side of his head, and then tells him that he's not allowed to move them, and he lets out a surprised whine as the other starts to kiss his way down his body. ]

Can't— can't I at least—

[ No. He said he'd prove it. ]

Euler, maybe you should—

[ —hold them there, is what Kaveh plans to say, but the words are swallowed in a sharp, desperate gasp as the other takes the head of his cock into his mouth. ]

Nngh..

No, baby. [He presses a kiss along the length of him, then swirls his tongue over the head and takes it in, giving it one slow, long suck, as though he's savoring the salt of him, the weight of it on his tongue.

He's not exactly experienced at giving head, he's realizing, but he can pick up from the little experience he had at receiving it, and he's curious. His tongue may go places in an exploratory manner, and he takes Kaveh's cock a bit too deep once to check on his gag reflex—still there. Still, he knows that enthusiasm beats expertise here.

So he presses small kisses on Kaveh's navel, nips at his inner thighs.] Be good for me. Or I'll have to punish you.

[And this is yet again, another thing Alhaitham has no experience on. A reward and punishment system lies onto a part of sex that he had read about, thought interesting, but never really actively sought. Still, Pharos makes it easy for him to navigate—he's so vocal and expressive, it doesn't leave him to guessing]

[ He all but whines when the other man tells him no, eyes rolling back and hips arching a fraction at the long, slow suck as he pants out another moan— and another, as Euler starts to explore him, tasting and searching and teasing him all the while. Kaveh has given head many times, but never received it, and so he has no real way of telling the other's inexperience, focused only on the sensations and also the desperate, urgent need to keep his hands pinned in place instead of reaching as he so wants—

His hands twitch when Euler promises to punish him if he's not good, and he chokes back another moan, finding it actually more difficult to do as he's told.

After all, he wants to see what Euler will do when he's "mean", wants to see how he might be punished for being "bad".

But he needs to at least try, doesn't he? And so he keeps his wrists in place even as he whimpers, as his hips jolt in response to the short nips at his thighs. ]

[Laving Kaveh’s cock with attention feels special. He kisses along the length again, suckles at the skin at the base of his cock, over the slope of his balls, before kneading and suckling on them, one at a time.

He knows he’s testing Pharos’ patience, but it’s truthfully fun and exciting to do so. ] You’re being so good, baby. Good job.

Ngh, Euler—

[ Contrary to his excitement about the potential punishment, the praise makes him want to keep being good, inspires him to really try and keep his hands in place as told. He likes the idea that Euler is proud of him, that he's doing well for him.

When he does slip up, then, it's genuinely an accident, inspired by the other's mouth finding a particularly pleasurable spot. One hand drops, fingers coiling in his hair—

for a single instant, before he pulls it back as if burned, lifts it back into place as a whimper finds his lips. ]

S-sorry..

[Alhaitham waits no time. He sinks his teeth into the creamy, supple flesh of Kaveh’s inner thigh, letting the bite linger deeper and harder than his previous, playful nips.

He had told him, after all, in one of their streams, how he’d leave marks all over them, for Kaveh to feel them in the following days as he went about his life. It’s good to have the opportunity to make that a reality, so he smiles up at the streamer with his eyes through his mask.] I told you I would punish you.

[ Kaveh gasps, and if Euler wants him to keep breaking rules, he gets his way, because the bite is met with another flail of his hands, fingers falling to the side of his own leg to press into the bedsheets. It hurts, but it feels good too, and he knows that he'll be able to feel it in the coming days.

A shudder running down his spine, he looks down at Euler, those faux-sapphire eyes sparkling with desire. ]

Is— is punishment meant to feel that good, Mister E?

Oh? I’m impressed. [Stroking the bruised skin with his tongue, suckling on it with his lips, he makes the spot ache and ache and ache as he works on the same place. ] Seems like you may enjoy a bit of pain, too.

[He blows on it, suckles on the precum beading on the head of his cock.] You’re getting all wet from it. How naughty.

Fuck—

[ Kaveh cries out as Euler continues working over the same spot, and he finds himself writhing under the other's mouth as his fingers curl into his hair again, this time without pulling away. The sound of the other's voice taunting him is the hottest thing he's ever heard, and his cock twitches as it's blown on, suckled at. ]

Trying.. trying to be good but— nn, what if I'm a little naughty after all, Mister E? Do you.. is it okay?

[And Alhaitham

pulls back. Moves Pharos' hands from his hair, and drops them so that Kaveh knows where to place them. He tilts his head. He then hovers carefully, leaning and crawling over his body, so he doesn't touch him at all.]

Do you know the color system?

[ He gasps, and whines when Euler pulls back, when he lifts his hands so that Kaveh is forced to put them back where he was told to put them, lying them at either side of his head. His lips part, too, an apology ready-made on them, but then Euler is speaking and he falls silent.

The color system— just the question alone gives him a thrill of excitement. He's never used it, but that's not the question at hand...

He nods, swallows hard. ]

Yeah. Green means I'm okay. Yellow means I need to pause. Red means stop completely.

Good. [He smiles.

This is, again, something that he needs to study further. If they're really going this route, then Alhaitham wants to be the best kind of partner. He's heard of many misdemeanors in BDSM and power plays.

And then he slaps Kaveh's inner thigh, right where the mark of his teeth still stings.] I guess I'll just have to make punishments less exciting for you.

[He lets his hand curl on the warm skin, kneading gently.] Color?

[ Kaveh gasps, the shock and momentary pain visible on his face as he arches. He was expecting the slap, just not there, and there's something about the fact that Euler chose that spot that sends a shudder of pleasure down his spine. He really is being mean. Kaveh shouldn't love it quite so much as he does, but— ]

Green.

[ The word falls off his lips with no hesitation, and he sighs as Euler starts to knead over the skin, soothing it after the shock of pain. Unlike the other, he's given no thought as to misdemeanors— typical of Kaveh's usual approach to things when he trusts his partner as much as he does. But he appreciates the question nonetheless. ]

[Oh, but looking down at Kaveh and see him writhe in pain is just as beautiful as watching him squirm with pleasure. Alhaitham knows that this is dangerous ground, even if he taunts the streamer below him by tracing a fingertip along the length of his erection, and then

flicks it. Only to press and rub at the slit with a thumb.]

Will you be good?

[ He gasps, another whine on his lips as he's teased so exquisitely, as the motion is followed by a flick and a rub, his hips arching up again as he squirms, arms trembling with the desperate want to reach out and touch the other man.

To Euler's question, he nods. ]

I— I'm being good, I'll be good—

Good. [He almost purrs, pressing kisses on his chest, licking at the nub with the piercing and raking his teeth over it. He smiles, holding onto his cock and stroking it with quick, light motions of his wrist, and then swoops down to take it into his mouth again.]

You taste so good, [he says as he pulls back.] Have you imagined me under your desk while you stream, your cock warm in my mouth?

[ Kaveh gasps as Euler starts to stroke him again, wrists and hands twitching but staying somehow held in place, a moan shuddering on his lips as his hips arch again, a whimper when his cock is taken into the other's mouth. ]

I— a-ah...

[ The mental image is a fascinating one. Usually he's pleasing himself for the camera, but what if he just sat and talked— or tried, all the while with Euler between his legs, teasing him like this? The idea is intoxicating, and once it's there he can't shake it. ]

Mn... but Euler if you're doing that I.. ngh, I can't put on a show for you..

[His hand lands on the bruised flesh again, and slowly, he wiggles a finger into the rim of his ass, a slight prod, a tease, just to make the nerve endings go haywire for a while.

He will not have Kaveh think he's not enough just by being pleasured.]

Do you think you're not a vision before me right now?

I.. I— ngh..

[ Fuck, it's hard to focus with that mouth taking him apart, not just by teasing his cock, but with the gentle words too. And then Euler's finger wiggles against his rim and he gasps out, biting his lip as his head tilts back against the bed. ]

I... I don't— mn, this isn't a show Euler—

[ His fingers twitch, and curl into fists as he tries to keep them from moving. ]

I think it is.

[He takes him into his mouth again, as deep as he can, and hollows out his cheeks and he bobs his head. Well, there's a reason this is called a job, it involves a lot of work, and it can have a tendency to become, well, chore-like.

Yet, seeing Kaveh tremble like this is worth the effort. There's still some wetness that he can feel from when he ate him out, but he doesn't want to push it too much.

So he only curls one finger as it slips in, searching for the spot that would make Kaveh yelp.] I think this is the best show you've done so far.

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