sempiternals | Hang up all my fragile thoughts

Mm... I do wanna be held. [ He matches Euler's tenderness effortlessly, a soft smile at the camera as he tilts his head. ] Honestly, just lying there and talking with you, it was...

[ He pauses, biting his lip in thought. It's probably a little too desperate of him to say he liked it more than the sex, so... ]

It was almost as good as when you were fucking me.

[This is his turn to shift on his seat, setting his laptop in a different position on his lap. Suddenly, Alhaitham wants Kaveh back on his lap, and imagines keeping him there, sitting still, kissing slowly, even if he were to penetrate him.]

Oh? [He grins.] Does that mean I need to catch up with myself?

[ He may laugh, but Euler will no doubt hear in his tone that he's thinking about something a little more risqué than their exact conversation... and in fact, when he does open his mouth again it's to reveal that actually, their minds are on the exact same thing. ]

Mm... what about the best of both worlds? I'll sit on your lap again next time.. as long as you keep me close, you can do whatever you want to me.

[ His voice is a purr, and his tongue darts over his lower lip as he thinks about it. ]

Even if what I want is to make you lose your mind?

[He's quick to reply, his voice lowering just enough to grind into some sort of rough grit. Once again, Kaveh shows up to be extremely compatible and falls into sync with his thoughts. It makes him feel less of a perv, and eases the guilt of being so attracted to him that he can't help himself.]

You felt so good on my lap. I think I'll keep you there.

[ The shudder of pleasure that rushes through him is visceral to the point it's almost definitely visible on the camera, and a soft breath hisses out from his lips in response to the near-growl the other makes. ]

Yeah.. even if that's what you want, you can keep me there. I, mm.. I trust you, I know that even if you take me apart, you'll put me back together again— so it's okay if you want to, Euler.

[ A pause as his eyes flick over towards the door, and then Kaveh looks back at the camera. ]

You know.. my roommate said he would be wearing headphones this evening..

[ It's inappropriate, he knows. But isn't this part of what it means to be an adult, living with another adult? ]

[Alhaitham sets the laptop to the side of the bed, shifting once again. The heat of it was starting to seep into his trousers, and his dick was throbbing back to fullness again.

But the mention of Pharos' roommate stops him in his tracks.] Are you afraid he'll hear or...?

[ Kaveh laughs lightly, shakes his head. ]

No... To the contrary, I think he won't. He told me if I needed him, I'd need to text.

[ He pauses meaningfully, tilting his head and leaning a little closer to the camera. ]

Meaning I'm all yours, Euler.

That makes it sound as though you'd like him to.

[He grins, but it's short-lived. He only releases a whispered:] Baby…

Would you behave in my lap? I don't think you would. You were very naughty the other night.

[ Kaveh blinks at that— and for a split second, nearly takes offence. But before he can argue, Euler is moving on, making it clear that he was only teasing— that he continues to tease, that whisper tantalizing him and making him squirm a little.

In response to the question, he pouts. ]

Of course I'll behave. I was only naughty because you were making it feel so good— but I can be good. [ A pause, as he shuffles closer. ] Let me prove it to you.

You felt good on my lap. Pressed against me. I'm going crazy just remembering it.

[He's not moving his hands yet, though, since he's fixated on the image on the screen.] Show me?

Show you—

[ And here, he pauses, a momentary uncertainty on his features. He's just said he can do this right, so he wants to get it right, wants to make Euler all the more crazy, but— ]

Show you... me? Or how good I can be?

Whatever you want. [Alhaitham is so endeared by that uncertainty, but he wants Kaveh to feel at ease. He doesn't think he's ever done it without him typing, with the direct input of his voice.]

I think I'm always seeing you regardless, right? I just want to see you.

[ He smiles at that. He still doesn't quite understand what Euler's asking, but he gets the impression from what he says that anything will be okay. So he nods, and after a moment pushes his chair back, standing up and adjusting the angle so that the other can see him more clearly— including the erection starting to strain at the front of his faux-leather pants. ]

Okay... I'm gonna try something. I've never done this for anyone before, okay?

[ His sex toys are still packed, after all— so instead, he'll turn himself into the toy, so to speak. With his eyes on the camera, he runs his hands slowly over his own body, breath hitching as he brushes against the front of his pants before his fingers lift to the hem of his shirt, tugging at it slightly before lifting his arms to strip it off, slow and (he hopes) tantalizing. ]

[Oh. He's already hard. Alhaitham fixates on the shape of him against his trousers, his memory flooded with the weight of his erection when he had held it in his mouth. He bites at his lower lip, craving it again, coveting the skin stretched taut over Kaveh's stomach as he peels off his shirt, wanting it for himself.]

You're beautiful. [He rasps, leaning his head against the pillow.] I still remember how good your skin felt. How good it tasted.

I remember too. It's why I'm hard already— just thinking about you.

[ His voice is a whisper as he looks at the camera— it's a good thing he spent so much money on a good microphone when he first started streaming, because every breath is picked up, even from this distance. The whispers in answer, the soft hitch as his fingers brush over his own nipples as he drags the shirt off, tossing it aside onto the floor. ]

What would you do, Euler? If you were here right now?

I'd kiss you first. [Eager, rapid-fire answers as his mouth gapes at the sight. If Pharos were in the room with him. If Kaveh were in the room with him, it would be the first thing he'd do.

It's the only thing he has felt like doing. So much he's dreamed of it.] Until your lips are red. Until you're panting and clutching at me. I'd make your knees buckle.

And I'd keep you there. On your knees. To show you how hard I am already.

[ For a moment, he pauses and just gapes, another visceral shudder passing through him as he stares at the camera, a soft whimper finding his lips in answer to those words. Fuck. Oh fuck he wants that. His teeth press into his lower lip, and his chest rises and falls rapidly as he processes, as he tries to find the right thing to say. ]

I.. fuck. Euler, I..

[ He turns abruptly to the side, hands shaking as he tears open one of the boxes, digging into it and resurfacing with the toy he bought for their private chat, turning to show it to the camera. ]

Should I? I'll get on my knees for you—

[Some shuffling goes through the microphone on Euler's end.

Tugging his pants and underwear so they're wrapped around his thighs, Alhaitham sighs when his erection springs free, already beading expectantly. Needing to be touched. Kaveh would probably lean in and suckle the precum with a smile, maybe flick his tongue over the slit.

His cock twitches.] Fuck.

Yeah, baby. Get on your knees. I want you to taste me.

Okay. Give me.. just a second..

[ He's quick about the way he sets up, grabbing the lubricant from the box too so he can top the toy up, before adjusting his camera once more so he can be properly seen as he goes to his knees in front of it, peering up with a bitten lip. ]

Can you see me okay?

[ Only once he has the confirmation does he lift the toy, leaning in to taste it, triggering it just a little so that he can taste the lubricant at its tip, his tongue and lips working over it with soft but salacious noises. ]

Do you want it slow? [ he murmurs as he trails kisses down the side of the toy, humming his pleasure as he goes. ] Or should I take you fast and deep? Tell me how you want me. I told you I'll be good..

[The sight through the camera is enough to get him to groan. The idea that Kaveh is kneeling on the floor in the room next to him, tasting something pretending to be his spend, eager to please, is enough to get his cock to weep.]

Slow but deep. [He rasps.] I want you to take all of me. I want you to feel how much I want you right now.

Mm... slow but deep. That works for me too. I wanna taste you. You're already so hard.. all this for me—

[ With another pleased hum, he leans forward again, taking the tip of the toy into his mouth once more and exploring it, taking it deeper little by little. When it's about halfway into his mouth, he turns his head slightly, allowing Euler to see the way it disappears in and out as he thrusts it shallowly against his own tongue.

The sound of the other man's voice in his room only serves to make the whole thing all the more erotic, and with his free hand Kaveh reaches between his own legs, fondling and kneading his own arousal through his pants. ]

[Alhaitham sighs, and it's loud, louder than usual. He wants to be heard. It's not something he usually cares about but he wants Kaveh to hear him through the noise-cancelling aspect of his microphone.] Pharos… You look so good taking it all. I'd run my hands through your hair right now, just to look at your face. You're so good.

[Loosely wrapping his own fingers against the length of his cock, he tries to match the pace of Kaveh's mouth as he sees it.] Do you want to do it on your new bed? [Furniture that Alhaitham bought. That Kaveh would use.] Want me to take you there?

[ If his mouth weren't full of artificial cock, he'd make the effort to tell Euler that he's not taking it all, not yet. That the other will know when he does. But his mouth is full, and getting fuller by the moment, the toy starting to nudge against the back of his throat when suddenly that voice cuts through the haze, asks him if he wants to do it on his new bed, and— ]

Yeah. [ He tugs his mouth free, panting heavily around the tip of the toy as he looks up at the camera and then moves, pushing himself to his feet. ]

I do want that. I just need... a moment so I can... move the camera and the microphone a little, and... and. I'll undress, too.

[ It takes a couple of minutes, but Kaveh works as quickly as he can, not wanting to kill the mood. In the end, when he lies on the bed, it's with his head hanging off the edge toward the camera and his hips canting up, giving the other man a full view of everything he's doing. He pushes the toy back into his mouth, thrusting it in a little more firmly now, the other see him taking it as deep as possible as he gags around it, hips shuddering. And his other hand takes up his own cock, starting to stroke it at a similar pace, even if sometimes between the pleasure he's giving himself and that he's giving the other, he sometimes fumbles.

Once he's started to adjust to the girth in his mouth, he pulls it back a little, giving him room to talk. ]

Euler— fuck my mouth. Please. And.. and tell me when you're gonna cum.

[Alhaitham is struck, watching Kaveh settle on the bed and—

Oh. That hadn't even crossed his mind, but suddenly, he wants to do this. He wants Kaveh to splay on his bed and have his mouth open for him, wants to watch his throat take the full length of him.]

Wait, I—

[He scrambles, gets up. Gets a towel that he places on his own bed. Hisses at the friction as he stands by the side of it, grinds his cock slow, tentatively against his fist.] Fuck—

[Right, he needs to explain.] I had to move to put myself into position. I'm standing right here. [He slaps his wet cock on his open palm, wondering if Kaveh can hear the sound of skin against skin, like he's been doing that to his cheek, playfully.]

Get ready for me? [He watches the screen, unable to look away, as he thrusts in, leaning his weight onto the mattress and listening to it creak under the pressure.

Perfect. He keeps moving, arching deep but growing faster.] Fuck. That's it, baby.

[ He has no idea for a few moments what Euler is doing, but he enjoys the way the other is scrambling, cursing— and the explanation has him groaning sharply around the toy in his mouth, eyes fluttering at the phantom sensation of having his cheek slapped by the other man's cock before he starts to fuck his mouth again.

This time, he works hard to match the pace to the sounds he can hear through his speakers, wanting to give Euler the most realistic experience possible when they're separated by a pair of screens and the space between them.

He moans around the toy in his mouth, and he's glad he moved the microphone closer because there's no way Euler won't hear the sounds his mouth makes as he fucks it harder and faster. They're wet, and sinful, and dirty, broken only by his trembling gasps for air whenever he can snatch it.

At the same time, his other hand continues to work over his own cock, fisting it and moving in smooth, quick strokes that he aims to match everything else that's going on, whining as his hips judder and jolt under his own touch.

Vaguely, he wonders if he's being good. ]

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