[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.
[ He listens to what the other has to say, nodding thoughtfully as he has it explained to him. A safeword is easy enough to think out, and what Euler says makes sense about the stops as well. As much as there's a part of him that thinks he would do anything the other man wanted to try, putting those limits there is important, and he knows it. It's also, he supposes, why it's important they fill these out separately. ]
I will, I promise.
[ He offers that agreement before falling silent again, listening to the other's explanation of dynamic expectations and how they work. Occasionally he nods, or takes a note of something for himself. Only when Euler is finished does he speak up again. ]
I see. The name makes sense. Dynamic, because they're likely to grow and change as we learn more about ourselves and each other. But at the very least, I think what you said is a good place to start. Roles, titles, check-ins, rewards, punishments...
[ And because apparently he's still feeling a little cheeky, he looks away from the list and back up at the camera, batting his eyelashes. ]
[ He can't help but laugh softly at Euler's reaction. Admittedly, he thought that maybe the other would like that, but it's no skin off his nose that he doesn't. He does though like the idea of calling him something else. His head tilts, and he smiles. ]
Well.. maybe you can think about what you might like me to call you, too.
Mm... when do we want to exchange these? I mean I'll probably go through and do it today, but...
I like it when you call me Mister E, I'll be honest.[He confesses. Probably not a huge secret, considering how well he always reacted to the nickname.] You always sound so fond of it.
But I'll let you know whenever you call me something I like. I promise.
[Another flip of the page, one, two. Like he's actually holding the contract in his hand—he is.] There's a lot to think about, so let's not be rushed about it. Reading this has given me a lot of things that I hadn't even considered, so I'll also need the time. And… [he chuckles.] You were supposed to be unpacking.
Mm. I like calling you that too. But it's not the nickname I'm fond of, Euler, it's you. But.. okay. I'll just tell you when I'm done, and you can tell me when you're done, and we can... go from there, right?
[ After all, he hasn't even taken the time to read through it yet. From the way he can hear Euler flipping through pages, there's probably indeed a lot to consider that he hasn't really thought about. He'll need to take the time, go through it, perhaps even research. Decide how he feels about things...
He's brought out of his thoughts by the other's comment, and he looks around him guiltily. ]
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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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I will, I promise.
[ He offers that agreement before falling silent again, listening to the other's explanation of dynamic expectations and how they work. Occasionally he nods, or takes a note of something for himself. Only when Euler is finished does he speak up again. ]
I see. The name makes sense. Dynamic, because they're likely to grow and change as we learn more about ourselves and each other. But at the very least, I think what you said is a good place to start. Roles, titles, check-ins, rewards, punishments...
[ And because apparently he's still feeling a little cheeky, he looks away from the list and back up at the camera, batting his eyelashes. ]
Should I call you 'sir'~?
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[He scoffs, chuckling.] I...'d rather you didn't.
Though… [a hum as he thinks.] If I get to call you 'baby', I suppose you can call me something in return.
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Well.. maybe you can think about what you might like me to call you, too.
Mm... when do we want to exchange these? I mean I'll probably go through and do it today, but...
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But I'll let you know whenever you call me something I like. I promise.
[Another flip of the page, one, two. Like he's actually holding the contract in his hand—he is.] There's a lot to think about, so let's not be rushed about it. Reading this has given me a lot of things that I hadn't even considered, so I'll also need the time. And… [he chuckles.] You were supposed to be unpacking.
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[ After all, he hasn't even taken the time to read through it yet. From the way he can hear Euler flipping through pages, there's probably indeed a lot to consider that he hasn't really thought about. He'll need to take the time, go through it, perhaps even research. Decide how he feels about things...
He's brought out of his thoughts by the other's comment, and he looks around him guiltily. ]
I was... I guess we kind of got distracted, huh.
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[He's amused, though, even if he's sort of pleased that he was successful:] It was my fault. I missed you.
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