sempiternals | Hang up all my fragile thoughts

[Upon receiving Kaveh's nod and instructions, Alhaitham finishes preparing the tea, allowing the herbal blend to steep just a bit longer to enhance its flavor. With the pot covered, he makes his way to Kaveh’s room to retrieve the movie. Entering the room feels different this time; it’s more personal, lived-in with the small touches that mark Kaveh’s presence—a few books left open, clothes draped casually over a chair, and personal items that give the room a warm, inhabited feel. He notices these details with a sense of quiet curiosity, appreciating the glimpse into Kaveh’s life lately.

Locating the movie on the lower shelf of the bookcase to the left of the computer, Alhaitham picks it up, his fingers brushing against a few other titles that reveal more about Kaveh’s tastes and interests.

Returning to the kitchen with the movie in hand, he waves it slightly towards Kaveh, indicating success.]

Got it. I’ll set this up, then come help you with the tray.

[After ensuring the movie is ready to play in the living room, Alhaitham returns to the kitchen. He pours the freshly brewed tea into a large pitcher, its aroma mingling with the air, and checks if Kaveh needs help with the cheese and fruit platter.

With the tray in hand and the pitcher of tea balanced on it, Alhaitham follows Kaveh to the living room. They set everything down on the coffee table, arranging the snacks within easy reach. Alhaitham takes a moment to ensure everything is comfortably accessible, then settles down on the couch beside Kaveh, the blanket from last time draped over one arm of the sofa, not needed this time.

He pours a glass of tea, handing it over to Kaveh before he takes care of another for himself.]

Ready? [He says with the remote in hand, and presses play upon Kaveh's allowance.]

[ While Alhaitham is gone, fetching the movie, Kaveh goes about continuing to cut both the fruits and the cheese. Before long, he's mostly done, and so when the other comes back and offers his help, he just shakes his head with a quick smile. All that has to be done is to arrange things neatly on the platter for them, something that's easily handled before the two of them head into the living room.

Once everything's ready, Kaveh takes a seat on the sofa next to Alhaitham. No blanket this time but the same comfortable closeness of the last, leg nudging up against the other man's. Truthfully, there is more room on the sofa, but Kaveh enjoys being close like this more than he realizes— neither, though, is he being flirty or making a move. It just feels right to him to sit like this, right in the way that questioning it has never entered his mind.

He accepts the glass from Alhaitham, inhaling the aroma of the tea with a slight smile. It smells zesty and refreshing at the same time— exactly, he thinks, what they need in the face of all the grading they've been doing.

To the question, he nods, and settles back. He's happy to watch in relative, comfortable silence, the quiet broken only by the crunch of crackers or the occasional sound of his voice, mentioning something about the art style or direction that in his opinion improves the movie in some small way. ]

[The movie's premise revolves around themes of identity, bravery, and transformation, concepts that Alhaitham finds himself reflecting on in the context of his own life. As he watches the young protagonist navigate a world both beautiful and bewildering, he can't help but think how they, too, are navigating through unfamiliar territories, learning about each other in a world that often feels surreal.

During a particularly poignant scene where the two main characters reunite and embrace, something unexpected strikes him, and makes him stop mid-sip. The reunion is tender and filled with a sense of mutual understanding and acceptance that he finds himself yearning for. He turns slightly, stealing a glance at Kaveh bathed in the soft glow of the TV screen. The light illuminates the shell of Kaveh's ear, the gentle curve beneath his hairline, and the serene profile of his face as he watches the screen intently.

The scene stirs something akin to admiration and a bittersweet longing. Kaveh is so close, yet a gulf of unspoken truths and concealment shatters that proximity. And, for the first time, it aches]

[ There's a lot about this movie with which Kaveh has always identified, and on this watching he finds it's no exception. While he's never believed himself to be brave in the way that the protagonist is, he connects a lot with the second lead and the struggles that the two of them face together. And of course, as a romantic at heart, he loves this scene the best, enjoys the tenderness shared between the two and the way they seem to fit together perfectly. It's a scene that has always made his heart ache for that kind of love in his own life.

There's something different about it now, though. In the characters he sees the parallels of Euler and himself, how they interact and seek to be with one another despite the difficulties that they may face— instead of the usual ache, there's a sharp pang, a reminder of the loneliness they've been feeling alone during these past two weeks.

He's still thinking about it when the sensation of being watched tickles at the nape of his neck. Kaveh turns his head in time to catch Alhaitham looking at him, and his lips part in momentary surprise.

On that face, in the eyes of someone who usually controls his outward emotions so frighteningly well, is the softest expression Kaveh thinks he's ever seen. He knows what it is— because he feels it too, the same pang of longing for someone he feels that he can't have.

He should say something, should make to move away. But something seizes his heart, something Kaveh doesn't fully understand, and as he looks back at Alhaitham, his own expression is equally soft. ]

[The film's narrative has seeped into the room, blurring the lines between fiction and palpable reality, braiding through each breath between them into single, intricate patterns that spell solitude and loneliness, distance and yearning, into the dart of their eyes and the part of their lips.

Try as he may to draw his gaze away, Alhaitham keeps it there, answering to the siren's call of Kaveh's eyes as he meets him. It's soft, like something he only sees when Kaveh aims at the camera, through his mask. It's warm, like the heat on their thighs pressed together. Lips whisper promises that Alhaitham tries to define, and he wants to unravel by discovering the ancient language that they speak. Promises of solace and screams of the dangers of proximity. His own mouth finds itself untethered in an involuntary mimicry that betrays his composure—he's supposed to not act on his feelings. He promised Kaveh that. The television makes shadows dance across their bodies and faces and Alhaitham wonders if they know their true names—Pharos, Euler. Kaveh, Alhaitham.

The weight of every moment they have circled each other thickens the air he breathes, the weight of his shoulders, of his eyelids, of his head. So he bows, melting gently towards the other like the sway of a sunflower through a summer breeze. Like the sunflower, earnest, always searching for the light and warmth that Kaveh embodies.

With the softest sway forward, a mere tilt in the vast choreography of the cosmos, Alhaitham lessens the gap that propriety and circumstance have mandated. His mind, a palace of logic and rhetoric, now rebels under the weight of emotion, each thought a traitor turning against the reign of reason. His lips, ambassadors of his most guarded secrets, tremble on the brink of diplomatic disaster or sublime surrender.

He looks up at Kaveh's eyes once more. A warning that he will press his lips to him if he's not stopped.]

[ Alhaitham sways closer, and a thousand tiny butterflies beat their wings against Kaveh's stomach. His roommate's eyes and lips speak silently of things the other might usually try to hide; even with the distance still left between them he imagines he can feel the beat of the other's heart, pulse slightly quickened in echo of his own. And he wonders: just how much has he hurt the other, not only with his initial impression and actions, but with those things he's said and done since?

Like a pillar holding up the very foundations of a home, Alhaitham has weathered it all without complaint, continued to show him kindness and generosity besides. Against all odds, when it's comfort Kaveh needs, it's no longer one name that comes to mind, but two.

Pharos needs Euler. Kaveh needs Euler. But perhaps on some level that his heart feels but his mind hasn't fully processed yet, Kaveh needs Alhaitham, too.

Perhaps that's why he doesn't draw back when the other all but melts into his space. Why he turns involuntarily into him, further bridging their gap as the butterflies dance. In Kaveh's mind, later, it will be attributed instead to loneliness, to the bitter pill he's been forced to swallow, the circumstances of his and Euler's relationship. It will come hand in hand with guilt, and pain, and confusion.

And yet now there's none of it. Now, crimson eyes meet coppered emerald with soft tenderness and understanding. The intent in Alhaitham's warning gaze is clear, and Kaveh—

Kaveh could sit without words, allow the other to take his silence as consent; instead, he nods, inches that tiny bit closer to show not just acceptance, but want. ]

Okay, [ he whispers, and the creatures in his stomach take flight. ]

[Need calls to want, and want reaches to ache. Never had he understood why romantics seemed to revel in the suffering their emotions for others granted them, claiming misery and pleasure all at once. That this is living, that the hassle, the pain, the sorrow, was all worth the experience of life. But life imitates art, he supposes, and he finds art in the velvet of Kaveh's cheek under his own nose, and life in the breath that sips in through his teeth before he presses their mouths together. Softened as he is, he seems to sink in further the moment the thin skin of their lips touch, and Alhaitham sighs something lung-rattling, like a bird fluttering open its wings after a long time flightless within the cage of his ribs. So when the small, butterfly-winged kiss stops, Alhaitham chases after another, and another. Until he preciously cradles Kaveh's face.]

[ Alhaitham kisses him, and all at once, all those other feelings quieten, folding the world down around them like origami paper until only the two of them are left within its protective space. He sucks in a soft gasp, inhaling the life in Alhaitham's sigh, chasing a tremor all the way down his spine as it seeks to pull him apart, leave him with nothing but for the glowing light the other has somehow carved into the middle of the storm, guiding him.

He sinks into the other's gentle touch, all questions gone. Presses in close, curls fingers into his t-shirt, seeking his answers in the jackhammered rhythm of his heart.

And when the kiss ends, Alhaitham isn't the only one to chase it, Kaveh rushing forward until their lips collide. Kaveh's kiss is just as needful as it is soft and sweet, an urgency in the way he chases the other out, answering the siren call of trust and buried desire. When gentle, tender hands cup his face, he seeks to deepen their kisses, parts his mouth and offers a teasing, seeking stroke of his tongue over the other's lower lip.

The movie plays on, forgotten once more as it casts its lights and shadows over the two of them. ]

[Seeping through the thin layer of his clothes is Kaveh's warmth, the clutch on his chest. Alhaitham's fingertip traces the beautiful dark eyelashes always framing multiple refractions of color—green, red, blue, violet,—the gorgeous line of his jawline. The need of him translates into tenderness, his lips blooming against the slick of Kaveh's tongue to kiss it, as well. Venomous and aggressive turned pliable, he pays reverence to it, scoops Kaveh's knees together with one hand to have his legs fold over his thighs.

It feels adolescent, when he cradles him close to lean against the cushions of the couch and the nook of Alhaitham's shoulder, tonguing tentatively the shape of his cupid's bow, to gasp when he finds Kaveh's tongue. His heart thrums through his ears, he hears the buzzing of his refrigerator in the distance and the television and his and Kaveh's breath but nothing else. Everything amplified and narrowed into the two of them, as all things should be.

Alhaitham pulls back just enough, watching Kaveh intently for a second before he nudges under his chin up towards him again for another kiss.]

[ There's no "little by little" for how Kaveh finds himself lost in the other's kisses. One moment, they're sitting and looking at one another, and in the next he's lost in a way from which there's no coming back. For every breath shared between their lips, Kaveh knows somewhere deep that getting out will be harder still. Yet he doesn't stop or shy away, allowing his heart instead to give him over, to cave into a desire both complex and simple all at once.

And cave he does. He shuffles willingly when his legs are folded over Alhaitham's thighs, moving closer in such a way that he's all but in the other's lap, pressing into those kisses without any hesitation, and one hand slips from where it's clenched with the other into the fabric of Alhaitham's shirt to wind instead around his shoulders.

When the kiss is broken, Kaveh blinks in soft confusion for a moment, eyes soft and wondering as they look at the other man. For a moment, the barest of worries— did he do something wrong— flits across his thoughts, but then Alhaitham's hand curls under his chin, tugs him back into a kiss.

He makes a soft sound— half moan, half breathless gasp— against the other's mouth, giving himself over to his kisses once more. ]

[Alhaitham huffs a soft sound, something giddy tugging at his lips that's so fond, so warm, he doesn't recognize himself if he were looking inward.

So he shushes Kaveh softly, presses his lips again, strokes down his arm, up his side, down his back, then up to cradle the base of his skull, and tilts his head further so they slot in. And it's perfect. It could be. Alhaitham isn't Euler (he is), and can't maybe give what Kaveh needs right then (he can), but he'll motion to him with the shape of his lips and the gentle hold of his fingers that he's there, for him, with him. That all worries and every need he has, Alhaitham can take care of. So he cradles him close, parting his lips, deepening the kisses between them, unhurried, undemanding, the only thing he requires of the other to enjoy the softness, the comfort, the feeling of their togetherness.]

[ It's true that Kaveh wants Euler, that he needs Euler. But it's just that right now, he's not thinking about Euler.. not even a little. While he doesn't realize it, it makes a lot of sense. After all, the man in question is here, holding him, making him feel safe and wanted and all those things he's dreamed about. If he has everything he needs and wants, how can he dream of anything else?

It won't, however, stop guilt from playing its role later on. Deep down somewhere within him, Kaveh knows something that he consciously does not, and his mind will wreak havoc on him for not knowing it.

But that is later, not now. Now, Kaveh answers every kiss the way Alhaitham offers it: as slow and tender as they are deep and passionate, tongue licking into his mouth between soft stolen breaths, fingers curling around the nape of his neck and splaying over his too-quick heart. Alhaitham would shush him, but his name falls soft from Kaveh's mouth anyway, a trembling, sweet sound. ]

[Kaveh's voice slips through and into his mouth and Alhaitham wishes to swallow it, drown in it, breathe only but the breath that Kaveh exhales. His remnants are his treasure, but then they take shape of Alhaitham's name, like it's made of crystal.

Alhaitham groans, his hand curled around Kaveh's nape tightens, a full body shudder slipping down his skin, rolling in goosebumps, clawing at his core to reach for more, to have the man in his arms cry out his name more, more often, with feeling.

He swallows down his own want. Kisses him deeper just for a fraction before tying it off with sweetness, then nuzzles his cheekbone, and presses small kisses under his ear.]

[ His voice, an involuntary call of Alhaitham's name, is met with a groan that sends shivers of delight down his spine, a shudder that he swears he can feel as fingers tighten at the nape of his neck, making him arch, and for a moment the kiss deepens and Kaveh chases it with hunger, breath sharp and tongue tangling—

And then it's sweet again as the other tugs away, nuzzles against his cheek and presses soft kisses to the skin.

Kaveh bites his lip, trying not to be so needy that he damn near whimpers— and failing. ]

You don't.. mn. Please don't stop.

[He's going to kill him. Alhaitham's breath comes out in a rushed sigh. He kisses along the delicate line of Kaveh's jaw, tipping his head up to draw him into another kiss, and it's still soft, still holding himself back from doing beautifully unspeakable things to him.]

Kaveh. [He chides, and the word is shaped with affection around his voice, between the gentle kisses that he presses to his lips. He asks for no answer, merely rakes his teeth over his tongue lightly to keep him still, strokes his hair as he maneuvers them so they lay on the couch, Kaveh half-draped over him. ]

What?

[ The answer comes on a soft whine, even as Kaveh is tugged so that he's laying half-draped across Alhaitham, as he's rewarded for his stubborn request with more kisses— gentle kisses that have his heart fluttering in his chest, seeing for more more more even as he can feel the other holding back from him.

And his lips part, to tell him he doesn't have to hold back, but at the same time his brain asks him why that holding back is happening—

As soon as the thought happens, others crash down around it, and Kaveh pulls back from their kiss, looking down quietly at Alhaitham, an unhappy expression forming quickly on his features. ]

I'm— I'm sorry. With everything I said to you, I shouldn't have—

[ Not to mention Euler. It's not like they agreed to be exclusive, they said they'd talk about it if something came up, but... but... ]

I shouldn't have.

[Fanning fingers over his ear to tuck hair behind it, Alhaitham looks at Kaveh in the same way he looks at ancient runes that have yet to be deciphered—yet that most people know. Looking for the things underlined and underlying the slant of his brow, the mysteries of the downturn of his lips as he apologizes, again and again.

Alhaitham leans in, presses his lips again to Kaveh's, gentle at first, hard at second, pulling back and shaking his head.] Don't. I'm not holding back, I just felt like—[Softness, tenderness, something chaste for once, though their need and want slip onto the surface of their turvy emotions.

Alhaitham sates his thirst on Kaveh's mouth again, cradling his face and suckling on his upper lip, on his lower lip, slotting both of them together with his tongue.] Mm.

[ He's halfway to another apology when Alhaitham's mouth catches his, and there's a blessed, blissful moment of silence where Kaveh's brain stops for a moment, letting him just sink into the other without worry. And as it deepens, he finds himself clambering into the other's lap, sitting astride him as his arms both move to rest around Alhaitham's shoulders.

He shouldn't, but he wants to so desperately, and if the other isn't going to stop him, then why would he stop?

One question remains, though; when the younger pulls back to shake his head, Kaveh's head tilts as it finds his lips. ]

You felt like—?

[ But it's a question unfinished just like the apology before it, a low sound on his mouth as Alhaitham takes it with his, the hum of pleasure on his lips sending a sparking heat all the way down Kaveh's spine. ]

[Alhaitham wouldn't be able to explain the wish for him to keep kissing, be soft, and do something different than the needful, wanting personas they embody when they're together. He wouldn't be able to say how much he feels like taking care of Kaveh in his loneliness, how he's truly not alone, at all. He could, words don't miss him and he articulates them expertly if he wishes to.

But then Kaveh's thighs settle around his hips and his hands come up to stroke the firmness of them, up to the curve of his ass and the tapered slope of his waist.

He's no better than Euler. Who is he kidding? Even if his mouth wears the guise of affection, his hands are greedy as they knead at the firm flesh of his lower back, guiding Kaveh to grind against him. He groans, gasping for air as he turns his head back to catch his breath.]

[ He's not entirely sure what he's expecting next. Perhaps, if anything, an answer to his question. It's not the way his thighs and ass are suddenly touched with firm hands. It's not the grasp of fingers pulling him close so that he grinds into the other man. It's not the groan on Alhaitham's lips when his head turns, a gasp for breath on his lips.

Yet every single one of these things stirs him, sends liquid fire through his veins and right between his legs.

And maybe he should pull back, apologize again; he knows he shouldn't be doing this, not only for his sake and for Euler's sake but for the fact that it's taking advantage of Alhaitham's feelings for him.

But Kaveh answers instead by grinding down against Alhaitham again, this time without being guided into it. His hips roll, and he pants out a sharp sound of pleasure. He can't explain it, but he wants this— ]

[He grows unaware of any potential conflict within Kaveh's mind, his own focused on the weight of the man rolling on top of him, gasping into and for the friction, for more of it, and Alhaitham cradles the back of the architect's head, bunching beautiful golden hair in his fingers to lap into the warmth of his mouth with another hum.

Kaveh may not want him. Not in the same way he wants Euler. Not in the same way Alhaitham wants him. But he still wishes to show him what it means, what he needs. Wrapping his arm tight around Kaveh's waist, he keeps the motion of his body steady, still, so he can roll his own hips painstakingly slow and meaningfully.

He'll grind him into the core of the earth.

With that thought in mind, he kisses him, bringing him down and close against his body, holding him tight before he twists them and turns—

And they're not on a bed, or a flat surface. So plummet to the floor they do.]

[ Oh, fuck.

Alhaitham's movements, the tight of the arm around Kaveh's waist, have him singing like a bird, a sharp sound into the now-limited space between their mouths. In a single moment, his guilt is dashed away and forgotten in favor of the pleasure bestowed upon him, and every thought he's had of pulling away, of apologizing, is written over with the desire for more.

He grinds down against him, fresh moans on his breath as his mouth presses hungrily into the other's again. He's hardening quickly, and he wants Alhaitham to feel it too, wants the other to see what he's doing to him—

But then they're in freefall, and Kaveh's head rings with a sudden ache as it hits the table before they crash to the floor.

For a moment, he sees stars.

Kaveh groans, and this time it's a different kind of sound, somewhere midway between pain, disbelief, and amusement. ]

..H— Haitham?

[Well.

Alhaitham is a very intelligent man.

But this is not a very intelligent moment. Half-dazed by the tumble, the fall, the fact that his neck got into a weird position as he falls into Kaveh's chest and his arm rakes over the edge of the table, leaving an angry red mark, and he pulls back and instinctively cradling the bump on Kaveh's head.

'Haitham?' Kaveh calls out. And his heart does the equivalent of a somersault.]

Are you alright? [He asks, winded, but still unable to unsee the ridiculous of this situation. Never let it be said that Alhaitham takes himself too seriously.]

[ He blinks, taking a moment to process the question and find the answer. Is he alright? His head hurts, and he feels a little dizzy, but it's nothing serious, probably just from the impact.

Alhaitham on the other hand sounds breathless, even as he cradles his head, and Kaveh isn't sure if it's from the fall or the kiss. His head tilts in concern, and he offers him a small smile. ]

I am. I hit my head but I don't think it's too bad or anything— what about you? You sound winded.

[ The angle they've landed in is awkward enough that it's hard to see his face well, which makes it hard for Kaveh to get a read on him past "breathless".

And also, one of Alhaitham's knees is between his legs, perhaps from trying to brace himself, which means he can definitely feel— ]

Also, uh. Sorry about. That.

Yeah, I'm fine.

[Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous.

Alhaitham groans, and tries to get up, but ends up also bumping his head against the underside of the table with an 'ow!' and he just.

Gives up. Slumps, defeated, face on Kaveh's chest with a resigned hum.

He shakes his head.]Don't apologize. [He shifts his weight pointedly, his groin against Kaveh's thigh. He's also erect.] One second.

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