sempiternals | Hang up all my fragile thoughts

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. ]

[He won't wonder for long.

Alhaitham groans, forgetting how odd it must be to be losing it so easily to something like fake, distant sex, to someone who is pretending to take his cock into his mouth and throat right in the next room. Still, his headphones present him with the most obscene sounds, wet and gasping and needful right into his eardrums, and he whimpers 'Pharos' as he throws his head back.

He remembers the heat of him, how eagerly he took him in the club. How soft his hair felt under his fingers.] You feel so good—so, so good- I'm gonna come, baby. I want to— tell me where. Quick.

[ The rough, wanton hunger in Euler's voice sends delighted shudders down Kaveh's spine, and he moans in response around the toy in his mouth. For a moment, he thinks about continuing to fuck it into his mouth, tapping his throat so that the other will know, but it's something they've done before, and a new idea strikes him in the same moment, inspiring him to tug the toy free as he gasps, once again panting and groaning into the air. ]

You should.. my face. Cum on my face, Euler.

[ Vaguely, he knows it will be the best sort of show he can give the other, something the man will be able to tangibly see even through the lens of the camera. The thought of making it all that more real would make him fuck harder into his own hand, but he takes it away instead, using it to steady the toy over his face so he can continue to stroke it, just as he would for the other man if they were together right now. His mouth remains open as if to taste whatever he can. ]

Pharos—

[Beautiful, beautiful Pharos; beautiful, gorgeous Kaveh's mind. Alhaitham is so struck by how gorgeous he looks, his lips swollen, glistening over the pink plush skin. But also with the brilliance of the idea of climaxing on his face.] So intelligent, so creative… [he rasps, stroking himself a bit faster to match the pace of Kaveh's wrist.] Fuck—I'm— I'm—

[He can't make a sound, suddenly. His mind goes white, blissful, his eyes still fixated on the screen as he spills messily over his fingers, over the towel. His mouth opens but it's wordless, breathless. Hopefully Kaveh gets the hint.]

[ It's the second utterance of his screenname in what feels like as many moments; between that and the way Euler suddenly seems lost for words, he feels overwhelmed. The sudden silence from the other is more than understood, and without a word he hits the trigger on the toy, tongue sliding over his lower lip to taste as he coats his face with one, two, three pulses. He pulls the toy away so that the other can see him, chest heaving as he looks up at the camera.

He wants so badly to touch himself too, to take himself to the edge now, but he waits in the spirit of putting on the best show he can, wanting Euler to get the most out of this possible.

And he's absently really, really glad he chose a lube designed to look like real semen. He can't see himself, but he's sure he's fulfilling the fantasy perfect right now.

He closes his mouth, makes a show of swallowing that which landed on his tongue, and smiles lazily at the camera, even as his hips tremble. ]

You made a mess of me, Mister E.

I could never.

[He whispers into his microphone, still panting, still gasping. Trembling at the sight of Kaveh covered with his spend, languidly smiling all pleased with himself.

He clears his throat and kneels on the carpet. He wipes his hand on the towel, and makes sure that the bedsheets rustle as he strokes his hand on them. Tilting his head enough to near his voice to the microphone so that Kaveh could hear him with his earbuds.] You look even better with me on you.

Can you feel me? [He keeps his voice low, still wrecked, spent, but earnest, so earnest. It's Kaveh's turn. He wants to see him, too.] I'm reaching out to stroke your cock. I'm kissing all over your face, your neck. I want to see you come undone. Will you let me see you?

[ Kaveh whimpers audibly, a visible shudder rushing through him at Euler's statement that he looks even better this way, and it's easy to imagine that the lubricant coating his features does belong to the other, warmed as it is from having the toy in his mouth. The only thing wrong with it is the scent and the taste, sweet and fruity compared to the saltiness he would otherwise expect.

He nods eagerly though, his hand reaching down to his cock again to take it into his grip, his head tilting as if he can really feel those kisses being peppered against it. And he bites his lip with another soft moan, panting breathlessly as he arches up into ~~his own~~ Euler's touch.

He falls apart in no time at all, already so het up from the moments leading up to this. He spills over the fingers stroking him, a sharp cry of the other's name on his lips, and he releases his grip on himself just before the second pulse so that he makes a mess of his own abdomen too, letting Euler see exactly what he's done to him. ]

A-ahn...

[A satisfaction fills him in a way that he can't really describe when Kaveh tips his head as though he's receiving those kisses, taken by the affection, by how willingly he always received the tenderness of his touch, of his lips. For some reason, that wraps around his heart into tightness that leads to his own gasp, and he hums, murmurs words of how beautiful, how stunning Pharos is.]

Good. You've done so well. [He whispers, tender, absolutely smitten as he watches his cock twitch and spill the remnants of his climax.] I love seeing you like this.

Mmmmm...

[ He does hear the gasp, but it's faint, clouded by everything else going on. His eyes close, and he breathes through the pleasure, overwhelmed by it for several long moments. It's only once his heart starts to slow down again that he opens his eyes once more, looking dazedly up at the camera and offering it a lazy, contented smile. ]

Gods. That was so good, Euler. I'm gonna have some real cleanup to do after this.

[ He chuckles softly, moving to sit up and reaching for his tissues. ]

Did you like it? [ he asks as he starts to wipe himself clean, starting with his face before moving to his abdomen. ] Cumming on my face like that?

[Languid, beautifully leisured, he watches Kaveh come back to himself out of the heady pleasure, his eyes fixated on the screen while Alhaitham is coming back with him. He's slowly crawling back to his bed, wrapping his cock and wiping it with the towel when it twitches at how Kaveh asks if he liked it.

Vulgarities out of Kaveh's mouth seem to interest him—here's something he didn't know about himself.

He clears his throat.] I did. You looked good. [A curious note, wondering if this is something Kaveh wanted to experiment with or if he did know it about himself:] Did you?

[ Kaveh smiles and nods, continuing to clean himself up before moving to lie back on his bed, that lazy smile still in place and his whole body on display for the other. The day has barely started, and he slept well, but now he feels like he could use a nap. ]

I did. I didn't know I would quite so much, but I... mm, I like the idea of showing off that I'm yours somehow. Like when you bit me at the club. We were the only two who knew you'd done it, but it was.. yeah. I liked it a lot.

[ His smile is a little shy, but he offers it to the camera anyway. ]

[Settling back on the bed, his laptop still beside him, Alhaitham's eyes lower to half-mast when he watches Kaveh smiling shyly. Vaguely he wonders what it is about him that wants to be owned, somehow, to receive that sense of possessiveness, even if he's working for an audience in other streams.

Perhaps it's the sense of a safety net.

He better not make assumptions anyway. He allows a grin to seep into his voice.] Is that why you keep wearing the necklace I gave you?

Partly. Admittedly, part of me wears it a lot because I wanted it, and it's pretty...

[ But at the same time.. yeah. The idea of belonging to someone— no, of trusting someone enough to belong to them, to feel surrounded by the love he so craves— it's a frighteningly big part of his motivation. ]

But to be honest with you, Euler.. I'd wear anything you gave me. Even if it was the ugliest thing I could imagine owning.

It does look good on you.

[He snorts, shakes his head, sighs loud enough to be heard. Alhaitham runs a hand over his face.] You're going to be the death of me.

[ His head tilts at the statement, curiosity on his features. ]

I am? Why?

You're just very, very sweet. [He says, chuckling, and Alhaitham means it, soft and tender and really smitten by the things Kaveh says.] If I was there with you I'd kiss you and hold you, right now.

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