[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.
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. ]
[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. ]
[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 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.
[ 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.
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.
Mm.. I wish we could. It's hard, not getting to see you that often. I get why, but... [ He sighs, curls up a little without thinking about it. ] I miss you all the time. If I had things my way, I'd see you every day.
[ At that, Kaveh sits up and grabs a blanket, wrapping it around him so he can move himself and the camera back over to the desk. It's a pity to get off the bed, but it feels like this is a sitting conversation, not a lounging one. ]
[Pharos' phone will ping with a notification. A PDF attached.]
I was looking into some things, and this showed up. However, I do feel we wouldn't engage in a pure BDSM relationship.
[He gets his own phone, swiping away.] If you scroll to pages 3 to 6, there are hard stops, soft stops, dynamic expectations, and a kink checklist. I think this is the most important part. Safewords, too.
[ He picks up his phone when it pings and downloads the pdf he's been sent, following Euler's instructions and skimming to the pages in question. ]
I agree with you. I don't want this to be only that, but... I do like the idea of involving it, so.. I think this is a good idea, like you said.
[ A hum as he considers some of what the other has said. ]
Safewords, like the traffic light system. And a kink checklist, so we'd fill that out and exchange them with each other, right? Things we want to try? And I guess stops are things that are like... not for us. Is that right? [ A slight frown. ] I don't understand "dynamic expectations" though.
Establishing one general safeword along with the colors system will be good in case any of us needs or wishes to stop right away.
[He hums, nodding.] Things we want to try, things we're not sure, things we don't believe it would be for us. [A pause.] This means individually, not exceptionally because it's you or me. I'll ask you to keep yourself in the first place when filling this out, alright?
[Shifting on his seat, he does the same and gathers his blanket over his lap. The apartment and his room are warm, just right, and he enjoys not having to wear any clothes every now and then.] That's alright, I had to search a bit on that.
'Dynamic expectations' are the agreed-upon aspects that define how the relationship works. They help make sure everyone is on the same page and knows what's expected of them.
[There's the sound of a page being turned.] Like roles and titles—they will answer questions such as: do we only wish to be a top or a bottom, or do we want to switch? Do we need to be dominant or submissive all the time? What do those roles mean? Are there specific ways we need to address each other?
We also can write how often we do check-ins, or how rewards and punishments should be doled out. Of course, we don't necessarily need to know all of this from the beginning, but they are good things to keep in mind and review as we go along.
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[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?
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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.
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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.
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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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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.
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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. ]
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[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.]
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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.
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[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?
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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 ownEuler'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...
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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.
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[ 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?
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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?
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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. ]
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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?
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[ 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.
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[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.
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I am? Why?
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He does every day from yesterday onwards and that still isn't enough.
Alhaitham smiles gently. He has no room to complain, because he gets to see Kaveh every day and knows it's him.]
I looked into a contract between us. [Best if he changes the subject, he's been meaning to talk about it, anyway.] For our… activities.
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[ At that, Kaveh sits up and grabs a blanket, wrapping it around him so he can move himself and the camera back over to the desk. It's a pity to get off the bed, but it feels like this is a sitting conversation, not a lounging one. ]
What did you find?
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I was looking into some things, and this showed up. However, I do feel we wouldn't engage in a pure BDSM relationship.
[He gets his own phone, swiping away.] If you scroll to pages 3 to 6, there are hard stops, soft stops, dynamic expectations, and a kink checklist. I think this is the most important part. Safewords, too.
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I agree with you. I don't want this to be only that, but... I do like the idea of involving it, so.. I think this is a good idea, like you said.
[ A hum as he considers some of what the other has said. ]
Safewords, like the traffic light system. And a kink checklist, so we'd fill that out and exchange them with each other, right? Things we want to try? And I guess stops are things that are like... not for us. Is that right? [ A slight frown. ] I don't understand "dynamic expectations" though.
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[He hums, nodding.] Things we want to try, things we're not sure, things we don't believe it would be for us. [A pause.] This means individually, not exceptionally because it's you or me. I'll ask you to keep yourself in the first place when filling this out, alright?
[Shifting on his seat, he does the same and gathers his blanket over his lap. The apartment and his room are warm, just right, and he enjoys not having to wear any clothes every now and then.] That's alright, I had to search a bit on that.
'Dynamic expectations' are the agreed-upon aspects that define how the relationship works. They help make sure everyone is on the same page and knows what's expected of them.
[There's the sound of a page being turned.] Like roles and titles—they will answer questions such as: do we only wish to be a top or a bottom, or do we want to switch? Do we need to be dominant or submissive all the time? What do those roles mean? Are there specific ways we need to address each other?
We also can write how often we do check-ins, or how rewards and punishments should be doled out. Of course, we don't necessarily need to know all of this from the beginning, but they are good things to keep in mind and review as we go along.
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