[The urge to harrumph at the idea that he's "irritating" is easily squashed down, though he knows that frequently, the things that do get Kaveh mostly irritated he already knows will annoy him. He sometimes does it on purpose. It injects life into him, passion. He likes seeing it, that critical thinking, even if it's aimed at himself.
He wraps a finger around a lock of gold, tugs.] Hm, do we also get to decide what's fair and unfair?
It's not the tug on his hair that does it, as sweet and affectionate as it is, as much as it makes him want to lean forward and kiss Euler.
No, it's the question the other asks, challenging as much as it is thoughtful.
(And Kaveh thinks Alhaitham could learn some lessons from the way Euler talks.)
His lips part, and he smiles, embarrassment on his features. ]
I.. Well, in the end, I suppose what the two of you think is the most important, huh.
[ Which raises a question of its own. His hand comes up, covers that currently tugging at his hair. ]
...We talked about ground rules for the way we interact. [ His head moves a little to indicate the scattered contract. ] What about.. do you have any ground rules for this?
[He tugs it again, then weaves his fingers with Kaveh's.] I think we should all aim to be equal in this relationship. Whatever we think is the fairest compromise, what we feel comfortable with, is what we should aim at.
[He bumps their foreheads together, gentle.] And that involves what you think, too.
[At the question of rules, Alhaitham spends some time cradling Kaveh close while he hums in thought. Here's something he hadn't really considered even as he had stepped into this room. He hadn't ever thought that he'd have to think about rules and boundaries regarding a… polyamorous relationship.
Which isn't necessarily true, but. Well.]
Hm. We should establish how and when feelings, especially difficult ones, should be communicated, and especially what kind of emotional support you expect from each partner. [He nuzzles him.] That involves wanting us to act a certain way so our feelings can be processed.
[Even if it involves a controlled scenario of punishment and reward.] That reminds me…
[He pats Kaveh so he can extricate himself from the bed, only to walk to his jacket again and withdraw a flat box from it, sitting on its side and stretching it for the streamer to grab it.] Your reward.
[ Kaveh listens with a tilted head to what Euler has to say, a flush of color running across his cheeks when the other bumps their foreheads together, and eyes closing in comfort when the other cradles him close and hums his thought aloud. The hold is comforting, and he finds himself grateful for it, especially as Euler continues to talk.
(And if he's giddy at the idea of it all being called a "relationship", well— well, he's not yet, but he will be.)
As the other continues, he nods. If communication is the most important thing, then... ]
If he agrees to it too, would you be okay with exchanging numbers? Just.. just in case. [ It might be easier, he thinks, to have those conversations if he's not needing to act as a go between for them. But it also might not be needed— he doesn't know; he's never done anything like this before.
At the very least, he can keep Euler's words in mind. And talk to Alhaitham about it too.
For now, though— he pouts as the other moves away from him, but suddenly there's a box being held out toward him, and he sits up, eyes lit with excitement. Somehow, he'd forgotten about this— He opens it, eyes widening, and bites his lip as he looks up at Euler, sweetness written all about his features. ]
Thank you. It's beautiful.. Will you put it on for me?
[ Sure, he could do it himself, but this feels right. ]
[He's so earnestly devoted to accommodating them and making sure they're all good, that Alhaitham can't help but feel a bit endeared. He leans in to give a soft kiss, saying nothing for a moment, just reveling in the feeling of him, and then nodding. Kaveh as a caring lover doesn't seem surprising in the least, but to witness the extent of it is still bound to make Alhaitham's heart thrum.] That's fine. I doubt it will be necessary, but if it eases your mind, it can be done.
[Plucking the chain from the box, Euler nods.] Take off your shirt and stand in front of me, then.
[ He's relieved that Euler is willing to talk to Alhaitham, if it's necessary. It scares him to realize how much he hopes Alhaitham is willing to do the same. Against all odds there's something about this that... well. He really, really wants it to work out, doesn't he? It's just just Euler he likes, but Alhaitham too, and...
He swallows hard, trying to put that thought to the side for now— he's with Euler, he wants to focus on Euler— and so after a moment he stands up, reaching to peel off his shirt as he does. ]
[It's not without tugging him so he stands between his legs that Alhaitham watches him remove his shirt, to press small kisses across his hip, his waist, his stomach.
He steadies him for a moment and unclasps the chain, then wraps his arms around him to loop it around Pharos' waist. Already they jingle, twinkle under the light, making the streamer's skin all the more beautiful. As Euler leans in to fasten it to the right width, he presses more kisses to it, glancing up at Pharos with a slight smile.
Once it's done, he pulls back, watches his handiwork.] Go to the mirror and see.
[ Kaveh is all smiles, all soft breaths, as Euler presses kisses into his skin, exploring him teasingly before he fastens the chain rope around his waist. And really, as much as Kaveh wants to see how it looks against his skin, there's part of him that thinks he could just stand here forever, enjoy the other's touches—
But he does want to see. And so he nods, dusting a brief kiss to Euler's forehead before he moves back over to the mirror, admiring his reflection and the way the chain glitters and twinkles under the light.
(And he wonders again about piercing his other nipple too, getting a matching chain for between them, wearing naught but three chains on stream for the other to see...)
He swallows, trying to ignore the twitch of pleasure between his legs, and turns back to smile at Euler, offering a deliberate swing of his hips. ]
[His eyes flutter blissfully closed at the small kiss on his forehead, and he watches as Pharos goes to the mirror to check himself out with his new gift.
And then he comes back, all liquid grace and beautiful angles, and he's quick to tug him back to his spot, where he can reach, touch, press more kisses.] You're exquisite. It suits you.
[He hooks a finger on the chain and tugs him closer, enough so he's all but arched into Alhaitham's frame.] It's useful, too.
[Stroking up the backs of his thighs, Euler basks in the attention of those fingers in his hair, the smile sent down upon him. It feels like a benediction, and he hums, leisurely wrapping his arms around Pharos' legs, just enough to get them cuddled together.] Hmm. You earned it. You've been excellent at dealing with all of this.
[Not that it'd change anything. There's no one that Alhaitham would need to talk about, but it makes sense for Kaveh to ask. And yet, knowing that side of Pharos' privacy while keeping his own real name to himself would be another unequal factor to their relationship. Euler already pays for Pharos' time, after all.] Wouldn't Pharos work?
[ It's a brief, soft flash of embarrassment that crosses Kaveh's face, and after a moment, he presses it against Euler's shoulder in an attempt to hide it. ]
"Pharos" is a public figure at this point. I know I'm not hugely famous like some of the streamers out there, but it's recognizable enough that there's a chance he could stumble across it. I'll tell him in my own time but... we met through our job; I don't want to...
[ He bites his lip, awkward and falling silent for a moment. ]
It's... I trust him not to go looking, but it's just. Something I'd rather not share just yet.
[ 'Light', Euler says, and for a single moment Kaveh softens into him completely. He doesn't realize the other is looking at his hair and the way it glimmers, instead thinking to the name of his online presence, the very name he was prepared to toss away just moments before.
And then he says our Light, and Kaveh feels positively faint.
He can't quite help the way he shifts, tilting his head up and seeking Euler's mouth with his, pressing against it in a soft, brief kiss. ]
You— you're wonderful. I really like that, Mister E. I hope he does too.
[ And then he kisses him once more, still soft but with some insistence this time, an act of boldness having him push Euler slightly so that he's sprawled on top of him as he tastes his mouth all over again. ]
[The chuckle he releases is unabashed, as so are his hands that stroke up his thighs, his back, stroke that smooth expanse of skin as he wraps his arms around him to kiss him back.] I can see that.
[He brings him in for another kiss, lapping deep, slow into him. Kissing Pharos, Kaveh, he's finding addicting in every kind.
He drinks him up, until he strokes his cheek, watching Pharos on top of him, the light creating a halo around the cradle of his hair.] You're wonderful, too.
[ Kaveh smiles as he's tugged back down into another kiss, sighing against Euler's mouth and settling against him, hands bracing on the other's chest, hips arched and pressing into him. He's hardening quickly, just from kisses (and from the thoughts of more), and he sighs in content, meeting that lapping tongue with his own as his hands trail along firm muscle. ]
Euler— do you have energy for one more round? [ It's a whisper against the other's mouth, his fingers pushing at the other's hair. ] I wanna... I'd like to do something for you.
[He can't help but cradle Pharos' neck as he brings him in for another kiss, then holds him tight as he deepens the kiss once more. His eyes flutter closed again, the feeling of those fingers in his hair hypnotic and pleasurable, as much as the weight of the man on top of him, which he can't help writhe against, warmth already well-settled in his core.]
I'm surprised you have to ask. [He smiles, pecks him softly.] I like it that you're insatiable.
[ It's a soft whisper, another sweet kiss shared between them before Kaveh sits up, stretching back to put the whole of him display, even the way his own cock is starting to swell into renewed hardness. And then he reaches for the sidetable, grabbing up a bottle of lube and splashing some onto his fingers. ]
I know we can't fuck yet, but... mm, it's gonna feel like we really.. like we really are.
[ He twists, hand curling behind his own body to wrap around Euler's cock, stroking firmly once, twice, three times, spreading the lube so that he's sticky and wet. Then the blonde moves a little more, shifts so that the other will fuck right into the space between his asscheeks as he rides atop him.
He bites his lips, looking down as he shifts slightly, letting the other feel the drag. ]
[How can Alhaitham even answer when Kaveh so eagerly moves and strokes his cock so temptingly, back and chest arched as he reaches behind him, the chain he just gifted him glimmering beautifully around his waist with the subtle motions of his wrist. He reaches for him, strokes at his chest, his stomach, reverent while fighting the urge to just thrust against the touch, into him, seeking the core of him as much as his own craves him.
He lets out a pained groan, nods eagerly.] Yes. Yes.
[ He smiles at the sound on Euler's lips, nods; a groan on his own mouth as he shifts to roll down against him, smooth in his movements, shuddering each time the other's hard cock rolls between his cheeks, fucking him without actually being inside. And it's hard to focus, but he tries to make a show of it; raises his hands to his hair and plays with it as he moves, makes low sounds at the sensations, tries to catch Euler's eyes with his own. ]
Fuck— I think you might be bigger than any of my toys, Mister E.. how would it feel to have you fuck me open...?
Pharos… [This is torture. As sweet and lovely this is, Kaveh is taunting him while looking like he's enraptured by the mere image of Alhaitham fucking into him. He's never been the kind to consider his own size to begin with, but having him roll his hips, show off his hair, keep him imprisoned in his gaze, he wishes to split him apart.
He reaches to wrap Kaveh's cock with his fingers, squeezing him gently.] I'd fill you up so nicely. [He rasps, rolling his hips into the cleft of his cheeks.] I bet you'd be so warm inside.
[ He gasps when Euler's hand reaches to wrap around him, to squeeze him, when the other's rasping voice tells him how good he would feel, how well he'd fill him up— it makes him shudder, the whole length of him atop Euler, and for a moment it's hard to move. But he doesn't stop, wanting the other to have as much of the sensation as he can; he writhes atop him as he keeps moving.
It would be so easy. So easy for Euler to just move, to fill him up. Gods, he wants— this was the best kind of mistake— ]
Fuck... oh, I want.. I want you, Euler. Fill me up, even.. even if it's just pretend, let me... ngh, let me feel all of you, please.
[How easy it would be to slip into him, to have him warm wrapped around him, to hold him and drive into him to make him gasp and moan. Alhaitham's control feels like a pained vice that leaves a brand under his skin, and he tugs Kaveh down so he can lean over him, to bite at his lips.
His fingers find an asscheek that he squeezes with gusto, slips them along the curve to press his cock against the line a little bit harder, teases his fingertips along the rim of his hole.] You'll take me so well, won't you?
[It's a promise. If Pharos—Kaveh—wants him, at the end of it all. He can promise, it's the least he can do.]
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He wraps a finger around a lock of gold, tugs.] Hm, do we also get to decide what's fair and unfair?
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It's not the tug on his hair that does it, as sweet and affectionate as it is, as much as it makes him want to lean forward and kiss Euler.
No, it's the question the other asks, challenging as much as it is thoughtful.
(And Kaveh thinks Alhaitham could learn some lessons from the way Euler talks.)
His lips part, and he smiles, embarrassment on his features. ]
I.. Well, in the end, I suppose what the two of you think is the most important, huh.
[ Which raises a question of its own. His hand comes up, covers that currently tugging at his hair. ]
...We talked about ground rules for the way we interact. [ His head moves a little to indicate the scattered contract. ] What about.. do you have any ground rules for this?
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[He tugs it again, then weaves his fingers with Kaveh's.] I think we should all aim to be equal in this relationship. Whatever we think is the fairest compromise, what we feel comfortable with, is what we should aim at.
[He bumps their foreheads together, gentle.] And that involves what you think, too.
[At the question of rules, Alhaitham spends some time cradling Kaveh close while he hums in thought. Here's something he hadn't really considered even as he had stepped into this room. He hadn't ever thought that he'd have to think about rules and boundaries regarding a… polyamorous relationship.
Which isn't necessarily true, but. Well.]
Hm. We should establish how and when feelings, especially difficult ones, should be communicated, and especially what kind of emotional support you expect from each partner. [He nuzzles him.] That involves wanting us to act a certain way so our feelings can be processed.
[Even if it involves a controlled scenario of punishment and reward.] That reminds me…
[He pats Kaveh so he can extricate himself from the bed, only to walk to his jacket again and withdraw a flat box from it, sitting on its side and stretching it for the streamer to grab it.] Your reward.
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(And if he's giddy at the idea of it all being called a "relationship", well— well, he's not yet, but he will be.)
As the other continues, he nods. If communication is the most important thing, then... ]
If he agrees to it too, would you be okay with exchanging numbers? Just.. just in case. [ It might be easier, he thinks, to have those conversations if he's not needing to act as a go between for them. But it also might not be needed— he doesn't know; he's never done anything like this before.
At the very least, he can keep Euler's words in mind. And talk to Alhaitham about it too.
For now, though— he pouts as the other moves away from him, but suddenly there's a box being held out toward him, and he sits up, eyes lit with excitement. Somehow, he'd forgotten about this— He opens it, eyes widening, and bites his lip as he looks up at Euler, sweetness written all about his features. ]
Thank you. It's beautiful.. Will you put it on for me?
[ Sure, he could do it himself, but this feels right. ]
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[Plucking the chain from the box, Euler nods.] Take off your shirt and stand in front of me, then.
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He swallows hard, trying to put that thought to the side for now— he's with Euler, he wants to focus on Euler— and so after a moment he stands up, reaching to peel off his shirt as he does. ]
Mm. Okay.
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He steadies him for a moment and unclasps the chain, then wraps his arms around him to loop it around Pharos' waist. Already they jingle, twinkle under the light, making the streamer's skin all the more beautiful. As Euler leans in to fasten it to the right width, he presses more kisses to it, glancing up at Pharos with a slight smile.
Once it's done, he pulls back, watches his handiwork.] Go to the mirror and see.
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But he does want to see. And so he nods, dusting a brief kiss to Euler's forehead before he moves back over to the mirror, admiring his reflection and the way the chain glitters and twinkles under the light.
(And he wonders again about piercing his other nipple too, getting a matching chain for between them, wearing naught but three chains on stream for the other to see...)
He swallows, trying to ignore the twitch of pleasure between his legs, and turns back to smile at Euler, offering a deliberate swing of his hips. ]
I love it. It looks so pretty on me.
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And then he comes back, all liquid grace and beautiful angles, and he's quick to tug him back to his spot, where he can reach, touch, press more kisses.] You're exquisite. It suits you.
[He hooks a finger on the chain and tugs him closer, enough so he's all but arched into Alhaitham's frame.] It's useful, too.
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You have good taste, Euler. And a good way of picking things that you can use to pull me in just as you like.
[ He smiles, reaching to run his fingers through the other man's hair, a soft smile on his lips and his eyes fluttering slightly. ]
Thank you, [ he says again, genuine and sweet. ] I really like it.
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For a moment, at least, until the other speaks and has his head tilting in slight confusion. ]
Mm...? I dunno. I think maybe you're giving me too much credit.
[ After all, it doesn't matter what "all of this" is referring to specifically; Kaveh thinks he's been a mess through most of it. Which...
Ah. Quietly, he rearranges himself, lying down properly alongside Euler, curling in closer as a thought forms on his lips. ]
...I should tell you my name. For real, this time. If you do have to talk with him, it helps for you to know it. Right?
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[Not that it'd change anything. There's no one that Alhaitham would need to talk about, but it makes sense for Kaveh to ask. And yet, knowing that side of Pharos' privacy while keeping his own real name to himself would be another unequal factor to their relationship. Euler already pays for Pharos' time, after all.] Wouldn't Pharos work?
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"Pharos" is a public figure at this point. I know I'm not hugely famous like some of the streamers out there, but it's recognizable enough that there's a chance he could stumble across it. I'll tell him in my own time but... we met through our job; I don't want to...
[ He bites his lip, awkward and falling silent for a moment. ]
It's... I trust him not to go looking, but it's just. Something I'd rather not share just yet.
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He's too sweet. He'd never thought that he'd be so darling when he set out to meet this streamer.]
Hm, I see.[He nuzzles his head.] Well, how about we both give you a nickname, considering the… particularities of our relationship?
Something nice. [He strokes and rubs a golden strand between his fingers, watching it glimmer under the mood lighting.] Like Light. 'Our Light'.
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And then he says our Light, and Kaveh feels positively faint.
He can't quite help the way he shifts, tilting his head up and seeking Euler's mouth with his, pressing against it in a soft, brief kiss. ]
You— you're wonderful. I really like that, Mister E. I hope he does too.
[ And then he kisses him once more, still soft but with some insistence this time, an act of boldness having him push Euler slightly so that he's sprawled on top of him as he tastes his mouth all over again. ]
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[He brings him in for another kiss, lapping deep, slow into him. Kissing Pharos, Kaveh, he's finding addicting in every kind.
He drinks him up, until he strokes his cheek, watching Pharos on top of him, the light creating a halo around the cradle of his hair.] You're wonderful, too.
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Euler— do you have energy for one more round? [ It's a whisper against the other's mouth, his fingers pushing at the other's hair. ] I wanna... I'd like to do something for you.
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I'm surprised you have to ask. [He smiles, pecks him softly.] I like it that you're insatiable.
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[ It's a soft whisper, another sweet kiss shared between them before Kaveh sits up, stretching back to put the whole of him display, even the way his own cock is starting to swell into renewed hardness. And then he reaches for the sidetable, grabbing up a bottle of lube and splashing some onto his fingers. ]
I know we can't fuck yet, but... mm, it's gonna feel like we really.. like we really are.
[ He twists, hand curling behind his own body to wrap around Euler's cock, stroking firmly once, twice, three times, spreading the lube so that he's sticky and wet. Then the blonde moves a little more, shifts so that the other will fuck right into the space between his asscheeks as he rides atop him.
He bites his lips, looking down as he shifts slightly, letting the other feel the drag. ]
How's that?
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He lets out a pained groan, nods eagerly.] Yes. Yes.
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Fuck— I think you might be bigger than any of my toys, Mister E.. how would it feel to have you fuck me open...?
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He reaches to wrap Kaveh's cock with his fingers, squeezing him gently.] I'd fill you up so nicely. [He rasps, rolling his hips into the cleft of his cheeks.] I bet you'd be so warm inside.
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It would be so easy. So easy for Euler to just move, to fill him up. Gods, he wants— this was the best kind of mistake— ]
Fuck... oh, I want.. I want you, Euler. Fill me up, even.. even if it's just pretend, let me... ngh, let me feel all of you, please.
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His fingers find an asscheek that he squeezes with gusto, slips them along the curve to press his cock against the line a little bit harder, teases his fingertips along the rim of his hole.] You'll take me so well, won't you?
[It's a promise. If Pharos—Kaveh—wants him, at the end of it all. He can promise, it's the least he can do.]
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