sempiternals | Hang up all my fragile thoughts

[ Kaveh colors a little more darkly, and presses in closer as he's pulled into Euler's lap. To the question, though, he shakes his head. ]

It's new. I like it, it's just. Different.

[ But he does like it. It's a reminder, isn't it? No matter how much his mind ~~and heart~~ might have led him astray as of late, the nickname brings him back to the safety of this place, this person. When he's here, when he's with Euler, when it's just the two of them...

He rests his forehead against the other man's. ]

It's fitting, anyway. I am yours.

[For a moment, he allows himself to bask in the closeness, in the warmth of the man pressed and sat on him, the scent of him and his breath, the tender scrapes of his voice through his throat now that he's close. Alhaitham sighs, nuzzles a bit further, tilting his head and almost slotting their mouths together before a hand curls on the base of Pharos' neck, pulling him slightly apart.]

Show me. [He demands, though it's not without pressing a soft kiss to his lips to soothe the aggression. He doesn't want to lead or dominate by force.] But first, be good for me and get me my cigarettes, the pack is in my jacket pocket by the door?

[ For a moment, Kaveh starts to feel guilty over the words, especially given the conversation they had earlier. But Euler reacts well, pulls him in for a slow, tender kiss, nuzzling against him and tilting his head, and Kaveh answers in kind, a sigh on his lips as he parts them for the other's mouth.

The tenderness, though, is cut short by a hand on his neck, a demand on Euler's tongue. He appreciates the sharpness of it; he appreciates just as much the gentleness that accompanies it—

And his toes practically curl with curiosity and arousal, wanting to know what it is Euler has planned for them.

He nods, and slides off the other's lap, and maybe he makes a show of swaying his hips a little as he walks over to collect the pack for the other man. He moves back with a smile more confident than he himself is, and stands in front of him. He could sit again, but with the previous demand, he knows a shift in dynamic has occurred; he knows the right thing to do is to wait. So he holds them out patiently, offering them to Euler. ]

These are yours. How should I show you, Mister E?

[Euler leans forward to grab the pack from Pharos' fingers, opens it and withdraws a cigarette and the lighter inside, lets the pack itself rest on the desk in front of him.

And then he leans back, eyes slightly crinkled with fondness, a bit of amusement since the streamer had sashayed away from him, then come back. His knees scatter slowly, his legs spreading as he makes a show of rolling and shifting his hips upwards as though adjusting on his seat.

And then he lights up the cigarette, letting the lighter skitter over the surface of the table. His starting drag is enough to get him to look over Kaveh's body, the slope on his groin, through the see-through of his shirt. Eyes stopping at his bellybutton, nipple; Euler blows a plume of smoke away from him as he looks at his lips.

And then he pats on his thigh.] C'mere.

[ Kaveh finds himself watching with rapt attention as Euler stretches out, shifting and adjusting on his seat in a way he has to know is the hottest thing the other has ever seem. And then it's followed by—

Oh. No, scratch that, this is the hottest thing Kaveh has ever seen: the way Euler takes a drag from his cigarette as his eyes trail over his companion, slow and sure in the way they take every last bit of Pharos in. It makes him squirm a little, restless as he stands before him, the conversation and the tension both combining to leave him starting to grow horny in an all too visible way.

And he pats his thigh and calls for him, and Pharos follows instantly, sitting so he's straddled over Euler's thigh, eyes soft and wide and wanting as he looks up at him, still waiting to hear what the other wants from him. ]

[His free hand splays over one of his thighs, kneading and stroking like he owns it, like he revels in how the flesh gives under his fingers. A thumb slips on the inseam of Pharos' tight trousers, squeezes the fold between thigh and hip leisurely, regardless of how Pharos reacts.]

Do you really want me, baby? [He asks, taking a quick drag to give a moment of silence and a break for Pharos to answer.]

[ Kaveh's eyes widen in shock, taking a moment to realize that Euler is just teasing him. A few syllables stutter helplessly off his lips as he searches for what to say— and then his cheeks color, and his gaze drops as he huffs out a sigh. ]

Of course I want you... I told you I'll show you that I'm yours, I just... tell me how you want me to show you and I will...

[ Despite his understanding now that the other is teasing, his eyes are wide and soft, wanting more from the other. ]

You're so sweet. [He rasps, his eyes unable to hold coldness towards him. Gentle until it's not, Alhaitham's hand skims over the line of Kaveh's spine underneath his shirt, pushing him closer, then downwards to force him to roll his hips against the slope of his own thigh.

He blows the smoke upwards, taking his time, giving Pharos time to grind a couple more times, before he nuzzles into his ear.] I want to feel you want me. Show me.

I—

[ Any protest that might otherwise find Kaveh's lips is taken instead by a soft sound, half gasp of surprise and half moan of pleasure, as Euler pushes him closer and down, causes his hips to roll down against him. And of course, with permission all but granted, he responds immediately, continuing to move his hips and grind down on him. Like this he knows it will barely take him any time to come to full hardness, knows he's bordering on enough of it already that Euler will feel him even through the layers of material that separate them.

He's starting to steady himself into a rhythm when lips find his ear, and his head tilts as Kaveh moans. ]

I... yes, I— can you feel me?

Baby… [he sighs, tenderness in his lips even if he brushes them softly across the line of Kaveh's neck. He can't help the warmth in his chest as Kaveh eagerly shows off his need, his want, wishing to keep him in a perpetual state of pleasure and safety. Alhaitham finds himself weakened to Kaveh's needful moan, and yet—

He has a role to play, so he takes another drag, rolls his own head away and picks up Pharos' chin with two fingers, tilts his head just enough to keep him close to his own mouth, tendrils of smoke out through his teeth as he speaks.] Not yet. Can you show me more? Can you wait until I finish my cigarette? I'll reward you if you do.

[ Honestly, it would have been enough for Kaveh to be asked to show him more. The streamer is already halfway through a nod in answer when the next question comes, followed by a promise, and his brows lift even as he bites his lower lip. A reward—

He's quick to nod, to lower his mouth to press a kiss at the corner of Euler's mouth, not bothered by the smoke in the slightest. ]

I can. I can wait. I promised... last time I promised you I'd be good, right?

[ He shifts slightly, changing the way he's moving so that he can roll down harder, so that Euler can feel him more easily as he does, moans soft and wanton on his lips at the firmness of the other's muscled thigh unmoving under his writhing form. ]

Will you— mm, will you tell me how you might reward me, Mister E?

You did. [He moves away from the kiss on the mouth, even if Kaveh was aiming at the corner alone. Kisses are rewards, too, after all, even if Alhaitham feels like kissing him over and over and over. He knows that they both find solace in each other's lips, the sighs in their lungs fresh still in their memories. So he shakes his head gently, taps Kaveh's mouth with his finger, drags the fingertip along his lower lip, dragging it lower. He's so beautiful when he's flushed, his eyes glimmering even through the contact lenses.] Not now. You're supposed to show me how much you missed me, first.

[He was never to think that he'd be unaffected by the motion, sound, and visual of Pharos grinding eagerly on his thigh, but he underestimated the thrill of it. Alhaitham takes another drag just to school his breathing into not gasping, drawing smoke between his teeth to pretend he's not hissing in his own needful pleasure.] I'll give you a hint, though. It's a gift.

[ His eyes widen when Euler pulls away from the kiss, and there's very nearly a pout on his lips by the time the other explains that he's meant to be showing him how much he missed him. Whether it's referring to the reward or the kiss or both, he's not sure, but it makes sense nonetheless.

But still— ah, he wants to kiss him..

His lip juts a little before he can stop himself.

But if he wants, he has to do, and so Kaveh starts moving himself along Euler's thigh with more need, more determination than before, letting the sounds fall from his mouth as he grinds down against him, his cock hard and leaking freely into his underwear now, leaving it damp and clinging against him.

A gift, Euler says, and a spark of guilt awakens in him, another reminder that while he was off making out with someone else, this man was thinking about him— He takes a sharp breath, eyes closing for a moment even as his hips continue working. ]

I— I want to earn it. I wanna deserve it, so.. [ He bites his lip to cut off a moan. ] Euler, may I touch my chest? I don't.. I won't cum, I just wanna... want to give you something good to look at.

[To not reach out and touch him is almost painful, but Alhaitham's eyes burn at the sight of Kaveh rolling and writhing on him in earnest. He's beautiful, when he's being so honest, and it baffles and leaves him in awe how he, himself, can cause this in a man who would feel so guilty to be this needful if he were to remove his mask. He tilts his head, swallowing hard, but otherwise not moving.] Alright. But I get to make you peak, not you. That's for me, today.

Okay.

[ It's a promise spoken with a special kind of urgency, and Kaveh shifts so that he can slide one hand up underneath his sheer shirt, the other helping him to keep balanced as his hips continue to roll and grind down against Euler's thigh. The other man will see it all as slim fingers tweak at and rub over his piercing, and there's a sharp cry on his lips, a stutter of his hips as he tries to get himself under control again. The sensations, while limited, are a lot simply because he knows why he's enjoying them like this, understands why it's important that he continue in exactly this way.

And so, he finds that his fingers have to still quickly, an embarrassed expression on his face. ]

Maybe— maybe I shouldn't do that. It was... mm, it was a lot. I don't wanna disappoint you.

[He almost chokes on his own smoke.

To see Pharos be so sensitive as he tries to please him by touching himself, to see him shake and shudder and gasp so wantonly from the sensation, Alhaitham's hand curls over his mouth, tries to hide a cough that threatens to bubble in his throat with a soft clear.

He shakes his head after he takes another drag. That it's longer than the others is the only giveaway that he's getting impatient himself.] Try again. Softer. Do you remember how I did it?

[ Try again, Euler urges him after a long, slow drag, and as he breathes out all Kaveh can think is that he wants to kiss him, breathe in his tell-tale taste. But he can't do that right now, he knows, and so he listens even as he pants softly over his own lips, nods as he gazes, half-lidded and dazed, up at the other man. ]

Softer..

[ And so Kaveh reaches again, tweaking his nipple this time in the way he remembers Euler showing him. The sensation is still electric, but not in the urgent way it was before. Even his grinding hips slow a little, following the motions and the rhythm as his hips roll and his head tosses back, letting a moan into the air.

Now he really is putting on a show. ]

[Fuck.

He doesn't say it, doesn't utter it, merely thinks it as Pharos rolls his body into the sweetest, most tantalizing sight even after all the streams he's watched. This is a show just for him out of need, out of want, not so much to show for the sake of showing. Alhaitham leans in and breathes out the smoke across the line of Kaveh's shoulder.] Tell me how you feel, gorgeous.

[ The breath of smoke across the line of his shoulder is met with a whine, a reproachful look of sorts even because Kaveh knows that Euler knows what he wants, knows the other is aware of just how much more of him he's craving. But there's no verbal protest; he nods at the breath of words over his skin even as his hips and fingers keep moving to pleasure himself. ]

I feel... Archons, Euler, I feel so good, I feel like.. I feel like I could lose myself soon but, but... ngh..

[ His eyes are open, seeking the other's face, soft and desperate as he leans closer. ]

But I need you, please.. I'm being so good...

[He wants to grin, to chuckle. He's noticed that reproach, that petulance about Pharos not getting what he wants, even though he wants it so badly. Euler tsks, nudges Kaveh's chin again with a knuckle.] You don't get to look at me like that.

[Not when he's been naughty. He doesn't want to say it, because truthfully, Kaveh made no transgression in his eyes. He knows that Kaveh himself will build the scenario regardless.] Patience, baby. I'm not done yet.

[He takes another drag and spills the smoke gently into Kaveh's lips, without touching him.] See?

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[ He's ready to complain, even though he knows he shouldn't. They've waited for so long to see each other, and Euler won't touch him— but the other tsks, all but scolds him, and the blonde bites back the words of frustration even as he looks at him with wide, searching eyes. ]

I'm trying—

[ But before he can finish, he's given part of what he was so desperately craving, lips parting with a soft moan as the smoke spills over and into them. The flavor, which never nice, is familiar and comforting and makes him squirm.

His fingers pinch a little harder, tug at his piercing as his body arches into his own touches. Despite himself, his hips rock a little more frantically again, grinding and humping down against Euler's leg. He can feel himself fast approaching that peak again, and he knows he has to steady himself, but... ]

Mmn, Euler please..

[Oh, he loses himself so easily to him. Alhaitham wishes he could reward him straight away.

But he does not, instead, that hand under Pharos' chin slips down to grip tight at his hip, steadying him to stillness.] Enough.

[He leans in, however, presses a kiss to his temple and nuzzles it gentle. He's not able to be totally domineering without lacing it up with silk.] You told me you'd be good. I'm not done yet. Be patient. You want your reward, don't you?

[ Kaveh gasps when Euler's hand slips down to grip at his hip, holding him tight and preventing him from moving. For the barest of seconds, there's a whine on his lips, but then the other speaks: a single word, stern and firm and sending shivers down his spine.

(Gods, this is the voice of the man who would spank him—)

But Euler is still gentle, still kind even as he's firm, a nuzzled kiss to his temple even as he bites back his whine. He reminds him that he said he'd be good, that he's not done yet, that he needs to be patient. Kaveh sucks in a breath, and nods. ]

Y-yeah. Yeah, I do, I... I'm sorry, Euler. I'll be good. I can be good. I just.. I've missed you a lot, so.

I know, baby. [He reaches to stroke his hair, to brush a cheek with the side of his finger.] I know.

I've missed you, too. [He relents, just a bit, a carrot dangling in front of Kaveh. He missed Pharos, yes, the side of him that's free and unencumbered by the first impression that had them go at each other's throats. He knows it's only a part of Kaveh, but he did miss how his eyebrows wouldn't knot into potential future worries even as he delivered himself to the present moment.] Be good for a while longer, will you? Keep showing me, but wait until I'm done, alright?

[ His face softens a little when the other man tells him that he's missed him too. He wants, he wants so much, but that little allowance gives him enough of a breath of air that it's almost like he can relax again... like the acknowledgement is enough of what he needs that he knows the rest will come.

So he nods, and he leans to press his forehead briefly against Euler's before he sits back a little. "Keep showing me", the other man says, but for now he waits, staying still even as he bites his lower lip, fights the urge to roll his hips against him in desperation. ]

I... mm. I can wait. I can— I can be good.

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