sempiternals | Hang up all my fragile thoughts

[ 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.

Good. [He coos, leans back to watch him, the hand gripping his hip releasing it with a pat on his behind, a stroke down his thigh, and then grabbing Kaveh's fingers to kiss their tips. He places the cigarette on Kaveh's fingers, carefully.]

Do you want to help me finish it? [He tilts his head so Kaveh can place the cigarette on his lips.]

[ It's a question Kaveh never would have expected, but then the cigarette is being placed gently between his fingers, and he blinks up at Euler as the other man adjusts his head, allowing the blonde to offer the cigarette to his mouth. Gently, he presses the tip between Euler's lips and waits for him to inhale.

There's something so intimate about the idea that it adds an extra layer of eroticism, and Kaveh can't help but roll his hips down again, letting Euler feel him— without whining— and how hard and needy he is for him. ]

Like this..?

[Euler's eyes are fond as Pharos looks between the cigarette and him, and then he tries it nonetheless. Eager, earnest Pharos, always wishing to please. He takes a slow, deep inhale, bowing his head enough to take the drag but keeping the eye contact steady.]

Perfect, [he all but purrs, reaching to stroke down Kaveh's spine.] You're perfect.

[ Kaveh smiles sweetly when Euler praises him, a shudder of delight running down his spine as he presses in closer, as his breath sharpens. Naturally, though, his brain seeks a way to defuse a compliment as powerful as "perfect". ]

Just.. just for you, because.. because you make me want to be the best I can.

[ His cheeks heat a little. It sounds stupid, but.. it was the only thing that made sense to him to say. With a sigh, he nuzzles a little closer. ]

Will you share the next breath?

[Euler shakes his head, pushes Pharos closer with his hand pressing down on the low of his back. He nuzzles his cheek, his nose, doesn't kiss him yet, even though he wants to, wants to so badly, his eyes darting to his lips.

One day he'd teach him why the things Kaveh finds imperfect are perfect to him.]

You'll see. My perfect baby. [He promises, bringing the streamer's hand to his lips again, first to kiss his palm, then to take another slow drag.

And then he cups Pharos' chin to gently, pulling it down to part his lips, as he lets the smoke slowly spill into his mouth.]

[ There are no words at all that explain how aroused Kaveh currently is. The way Euler takes another drag right from his hand, only to breathe it slow and tempting into his mouth, has his eyes close on a soft whimper, his hips stutter and drag, rutting him into the other's thigh in a few sharp, desperate movements that offset all by themselves the slow eroticism of the moment. The acrid taste settles on his tongue, thick and promising, and he huffs out a sigh, feeling the tremble of pleasure work its way down his spine like a current. ]

I.. mm. Mister E, I feel like— [ He rests his forehead against the other's, panting out soft breaths. ] I feel like I'm gonna explode. Is this... I feel like you're giving me a live lesson in frustration.

[ It's said on a light laugh, because really, he can't complain. As much as he's whined and pushed, it's so good, and it's temporarily wiped out the guilt he was feeling at the start of the night. ]

[Pharos grinds needily on his thigh, and Euler needs to take a deep breath to ground himself instead. To feel him whimper, writhe, rut against him searching for a way to channel the pleasure and the frustration building up in him is enough to get him to open that channel, to give Kaveh the outlet, that blissful moment of nothingness.

So he chuckles, and nuzzles his nose again.] Very good. You're so clever.

You should get a reward. [He plucks the cigarette from Pharos' fingers. He takes a final drag, leaning them both in—Euler forward, Pharos backward—to jam it into the ashtray on the table, and then to cradle the streamer's torso and latch onto his nipple, letting the smoke out as he laps and flicks at his piercing over the see-through shirt.]

[ Euler chuckles, and a delightful little shudder runs down Kaveh's spine— pride, perhaps, at having figured him out— pleasure, certainly, at the promise of a reward. He's on the verge of asking when Euler answers it for him, jams the cigarette into little more than ashes right before lowering his mouth over Kaveh's nipple and begins to bully the piercing through his shirt.

He gasps, he whines, and his hips stutter to a slower movement, the blonde afraid that if he keeps rutting down against him with such need that he'll lose himself before the reward has even properly started. ]

Mister E—

[ His fingers coil in black hair, and a breathless gasp finds his lips as his own head tips back. Distantly, he wonders about perhaps getting the other nipple pierced too, giving Euler something to really play with.. ]

[Slowly, he lavishes the pierced nipple with attention, but he looks up to meet his eyes as he moves and pays the unpierced nipple with the same love and care. Euler doesn't mind anything as long as it's Pharos' he's doing it to, showing his affection and want through actions that make him react like this, clutch to him like this, call out to him like this.

Euler pulls back, finally, to kiss Pharos full on the lips, and it ravenously feels like an ending and a beginning all at once, something he's been craving for so long and holding himself back from. It feels like a benediction, and his whole body melts into the man sitting astride and in his arms, cradling him close like he doesn't want to let go any time soon.]

[ Each moment of pleasure offered to him has Kaveh's eyes fluttering. He whimpers, hips still moving— but stopping abruptly at the press of the other's mouth to his. A soft, shaky moan finds the space between their mouths, and Kaveh's arms wrap tight around Euler's shoulders, holding him close as he sinks into him, caving to him with every second.

He doesn't dare move his hips any more; like this, close and pressed together, he feels as if he could fall apart at any moment, and he doesn't want to disappoint the other man.

Instead, he kisses back with all the need and desire he's been feeling, gasping and whimpering into the other's mouth as he slips his tongue out to taste. ]

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