[He snorts, then chuckles. Alhaitham wraps his arms around Kaveh's waist and tilts his head.] What quality writing. I'll give you points for realism.
Though, [he runs his hand up and down the streamer's spine, a tender caress, and he settles his hand between his shoulder blades,] I'm not sure which of the male leads it's referring to.
Can you blame me when it was written so beautifully?
[He grins, pressing his mouth to Kaveh's ear, just nuzzling, cuddling him close. Even if his stomach tenses and twitches at the touch.] You're not giving yourself enough credit.
[ He makes a show of rolling his eyes at the other, but he can't quite keep the silly smile off his face, especially as he feels the tense, the twitch of muscles under his exploring fingers. It makes him dip them lower, stroking along his pubic bone instead, slow and teasing and allowing himself to creep a little too close— ]
I'm giving myself plenty of credit. I know my body's good, but of the two of us, I think it's obvious who takes more care of themselves in that way.
[There's a hiss, a jolt. Those fingers, beautiful, artistical, dexterous as they are, are also a temptation. He nudges his face with his nose, eyes pointed as he looks at Kaveh's.]
Pharos... [He plucks them away before they draw an ache to the dormant arousal that's always present when they're in the presence of one another, then kisses them.] I only work out regularly for my health. Aesthetics are just a fortunate coincidence.
[ A hint of that pout comes back to his lips as his hand is drawn away from the other, but he smiles at the touch of Euler's mouth to it, and his other hand comes up to touch the other's face again. ]
Well, I'll accept the coincidence for what it is.
[ Still, it's not like he works out for his health... ]
You're... a really smart guy, Euler. You know that, right?
Mm, I just felt like it. I think it pretty often, but—
[ A firm knock on the door interrupts him, and Kaveh looks up toward it, then back at Euler, confusion settling on his expression.
A voice, professional and polite, calls out: "Sirs, I'm sorry to interrupt, but I've been asked to let you know that the bar is due to close shortly. We are asking that all private guests finish their engagements and prepare to leave the establishment."
The frustrated, saddened look that comes across Kaveh's face this time is much realer than the silly pouts he's been wearing for the last several minutes, and his gaze drops from Euler's. He knew this time would come eventually, but... ]
Alhaitham leans in closer and embraces Kaveh tightly. He does so with a sigh.] I know the feeling.
[He, too, would like to spend more time talking and cuddling with him, continue to see him in this personal state, without Kaveh's animosity towards him without Alhaitham even saying anything. It's… comfortable. He thinks that's probably why they're so at ease with trying new things with each other.
He tugs him for a kiss, slowly deepening it until they're both breathless. Something to remember him by.]
[ He sighs in response to Euler's sigh, and he's about to say something, anything, some kind of desperate attempt to keep their moment for longer, but then the other man draws him in closer, kisses him, soft and slow and deep, until Kaveh can't breathe anymore in the best of ways.
When he pulls back, it's with panted breath, and he looks up at him with luminous eyes, nods in response to that promise. ]
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Though, [he runs his hand up and down the streamer's spine, a tender caress, and he settles his hand between his shoulder blades,] I'm not sure which of the male leads it's referring to.
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Silly. It's a quote from some terrible romance novel. I didn't write that!
Besides...
[ And here he pauses, finding his own hands settling at Euler's abdomen, tracing the lines of hard muscle. ]
If it were referring to one of us over the other, it would obviously be talking about you.
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[He grins, pressing his mouth to Kaveh's ear, just nuzzling, cuddling him close. Even if his stomach tenses and twitches at the touch.] You're not giving yourself enough credit.
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I'm giving myself plenty of credit. I know my body's good, but of the two of us, I think it's obvious who takes more care of themselves in that way.
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Pharos... [He plucks them away before they draw an ache to the dormant arousal that's always present when they're in the presence of one another, then kisses them.] I only work out regularly for my health. Aesthetics are just a fortunate coincidence.
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Well, I'll accept the coincidence for what it is.
[ Still, it's not like he works out for his health... ]
You're... a really smart guy, Euler. You know that, right?
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Hm? [A slight frown slants his brows.] I'm not stupid, no. Why are you saying that now?
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[ A firm knock on the door interrupts him, and Kaveh looks up toward it, then back at Euler, confusion settling on his expression.
A voice, professional and polite, calls out: "Sirs, I'm sorry to interrupt, but I've been asked to let you know that the bar is due to close shortly. We are asking that all private guests finish their engagements and prepare to leave the establishment."
The frustrated, saddened look that comes across Kaveh's face this time is much realer than the silly pouts he's been wearing for the last several minutes, and his gaze drops from Euler's. He knew this time would come eventually, but... ]
I don't wanna leave.
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Alhaitham leans in closer and embraces Kaveh tightly. He does so with a sigh.] I know the feeling.
[He, too, would like to spend more time talking and cuddling with him, continue to see him in this personal state, without Kaveh's animosity towards him without Alhaitham even saying anything. It's… comfortable. He thinks that's probably why they're so at ease with trying new things with each other.
He tugs him for a kiss, slowly deepening it until they're both breathless. Something to remember him by.]
We'll meet again, Pharos. Don't worry.
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When he pulls back, it's with panted breath, and he looks up at him with luminous eyes, nods in response to that promise. ]
I... yeah. Good. I'd like that, Euler. A lot.