[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?
[ 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... ]
[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. ]
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. ]
[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. ]
[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. ]
[There's something to their kisses. As Euler, as Alhaitham, there's something that untethers from them both the moment their mouths latch together. As though their own notions and preconceptions are released for the sake of their own want, of their own need, whatever gravity that draws them together, through attrition or flow.
Petting heavily through Kaveh's hair, Alhaitham whispers a finally like he's not the one setting the pace, like he's the one who's been released from a cage of his own making. Holding Kaveh so close like the proximity would feed him, he groans as he gets them both up and sets Pharos on the table, on top of their own contracts, and makes quick work of his tight trousers to remove them, only to take his hard and rudy cock into his mouth the moment he sees it.]
[ That single word breathed out on Euler's lips makes Kaveh shudder viscerally, a whimper on his lips begging to answer the other's spoken word; he fails though, the verbiage he needs unable to surface on his mouth before he's suddenly pulled up and pushed onto the table, Euler's fingers working fast at his trousers. ]
Eu— Mister E, the contracts—
[ He barely gets the words out before the other's mouth closes around his cock, making Kaveh gasp, fingers curling into fists (one catching a contract page in it by accident and crumpling it, something he doesn't notice despite his protest a moment before) and body sharpening under the other's touch.
Oh, this is such a bad idea, he— ]
E-Euler, I.. I'm already too close, you shouldn't, I can't hold it—
[ It's about as much as he's got in him. Unless the other does something to stop him, he'll tip over the edge, and soon. ]
They've been teasing each other for so long already, Pharos has been so good for him, always aiming to please to his detriment. And Euler had promised a reward, after all. Green eyes looking up to meet Pharos' violet, he has the gall to narrow them warmly before he takes his full length into his mouth and hums, pulling at his hips to go as deep as he can, until he can feel the tip of him at the back of his throat, humming all the way.
It constricts, but Alhaitham remains there, eyes finally closing so Kaveh doesn't seem them watering.]
[ What Alhaitham wants, Euler gets— barely moments after Kaveh is settled deep in his throat does the blonde lose himself, head tipping back on a trembling moan as he tips over the peak and spills into Euler's mouth without any way of stopping himself. He fills his mouth, doing everything he can not to move his hips too much as his cock pulses once, twice, the blonde gasping out as his eyes squeeze momentarily shut.
He's left shaking in its wake, the fingers of his free hand loosely curling into Euler's dark strands as he pants for air. ]
[It's only after a while that Euler draws back, lapping at his own mouth for the remnants of Pharos' spend and lapping his cock clean. Slowly, he presses soft kisses up his stomach, the center of his chest, and then his neck.]
Don't apologize. That was very good. [He clears his throat, reaching to stroke down Pharos' hair, his cheeks.] Did you like your reward?
[ The blonde's eyes watch, soft whimpers on his lips as Euler draws back, licking around his own mouth and Kaveh's cock besides, and then fall shut again as kisses are painted up his stomach and chest, all the way to his neck. He sighs, and his head tilts into Euler's touches, a faint smile finding his lips. ]
Mmm... I did. A lot. You always make me feel so important, Euler...
[ Does he make the other feel the same way...? He bites his lip. ]
I.. what can I— I wanna do something for you too—
[You're important to me. He says very matter-of-factly, but no less earnest. Gentle, he smiles and presses more kisses on his cheek, on his temple, under his ear. And Euler presses himself close, bracing his weight on the desk, nestled between Pharos' legs.]
Kiss me. [He doesn't mean to beg. But the ache in his voice leads him to it.] Kiss me and use your hands.
[ The way Euler sounds— almost begging, he thinks— sends a shudder of delight down Kaveh's spine, and there's no hesitation in the way he nods, leans forward into the other immediately to press their mouths together, and both of Kaveh's hands move between them to undo Euler's pants. When he cups the other's arousal, that's in both hands too, long and smooth strokes over his length even as their tongues tangle.
And he wishes, wants for them to be able to have more, wonders how it would feel to slide off the table and onto that waiting cock, give Euler all the pleasure he deserves—
But instead of saying that, he just deepens the kiss, losing himself in the other's mouth so he won't beg in answer. ]
[Spilling a moan into Kaveh's tongue as he tangles his own, Euler's head tips just slightly so they fit perfectly together. Pharos' hands had always entranced him and he's no different from Kaveh when Alhaitham kisses and touches him.]
Pha— [he pants, in between kisses, as he cradles the streamer's head for another one and rolls his hips into the touch.] I'm— I—
[It's all the warning he gives him before he spills onto Kaveh's fingers, his teeth still latching sweetly on his lower lip, inhaling his breath sharply as though it was the ultimate high.]
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[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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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..
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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?
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(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.
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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?
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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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Do you want to help me finish it? [He tilts his head so Kaveh can place the cigarette on his lips.]
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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..?
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Perfect, [he all but purrs, reaching to stroke down Kaveh's spine.] You're perfect.
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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?
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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.]
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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. ]
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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.]
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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.. ]
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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.]
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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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Petting heavily through Kaveh's hair, Alhaitham whispers a finally like he's not the one setting the pace, like he's the one who's been released from a cage of his own making. Holding Kaveh so close like the proximity would feed him, he groans as he gets them both up and sets Pharos on the table, on top of their own contracts, and makes quick work of his tight trousers to remove them, only to take his hard and rudy cock into his mouth the moment he sees it.]
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Eu— Mister E, the contracts—
[ He barely gets the words out before the other's mouth closes around his cock, making Kaveh gasp, fingers curling into fists (one catching a contract page in it by accident and crumpling it, something he doesn't notice despite his protest a moment before) and body sharpening under the other's touch.
Oh, this is such a bad idea, he— ]
E-Euler, I.. I'm already too close, you shouldn't, I can't hold it—
[ It's about as much as he's got in him. Unless the other does something to stop him, he'll tip over the edge, and soon. ]
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They've been teasing each other for so long already, Pharos has been so good for him, always aiming to please to his detriment. And Euler had promised a reward, after all. Green eyes looking up to meet Pharos' violet, he has the gall to narrow them warmly before he takes his full length into his mouth and hums, pulling at his hips to go as deep as he can, until he can feel the tip of him at the back of his throat, humming all the way.
It constricts, but Alhaitham remains there, eyes finally closing so Kaveh doesn't seem them watering.]
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He's left shaking in its wake, the fingers of his free hand loosely curling into Euler's dark strands as he pants for air. ]
S-sorry..
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Don't apologize. That was very good. [He clears his throat, reaching to stroke down Pharos' hair, his cheeks.] Did you like your reward?
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Mmm... I did. A lot. You always make me feel so important, Euler...
[ Does he make the other feel the same way...? He bites his lip. ]
I.. what can I— I wanna do something for you too—
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Kiss me. [He doesn't mean to beg. But the ache in his voice leads him to it.] Kiss me and use your hands.
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And he wishes, wants for them to be able to have more, wonders how it would feel to slide off the table and onto that waiting cock, give Euler all the pleasure he deserves—
But instead of saying that, he just deepens the kiss, losing himself in the other's mouth so he won't beg in answer. ]
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Pha— [he pants, in between kisses, as he cradles the streamer's head for another one and rolls his hips into the touch.] I'm— I—
[It's all the warning he gives him before he spills onto Kaveh's fingers, his teeth still latching sweetly on his lower lip, inhaling his breath sharply as though it was the ultimate high.]
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