[ 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.]
[ What he's not expecting in Euler's response is the way the other man's fingers curl and squeeze over his asscheek, tugs at it to let him press harder, then teases those fingers against him in a way that has him gasp out in needy pleasure. Tugged down over Euler the way that he is, it's all he can do to seek hungry, needy little kisses from the other's mouth, panting as their hips roll together. ]
Yes— mn, yes please Euler, fuck— I will, I'll be so ready for you. I won't touch myself for a week, won't fuck myself on stream, just... just wait for you so I can make it feel so good, and—
[ His hips rolls slightly against the other, more than just the movements he's been making as he rides him. ]
Mmn but right now I know you won't so— please... please fuck me with your fingers—
You could, you know. [He whispers as he laps at his mouth, a fond, loving gaze shaping the corner of his eyes as he rolls a pad of his finger around the puckered muscle, stroking up and down to gather some of the smeared lube on the surface.] You could fuck yourself, but it wouldn't be the same. It wouldn't be me.
[He's unable to stop the roll of his own body, though, and how he grinds into the flesh like he was doing it for real. He presses a tender, soft kiss.] Give me more lube, baby. I've got you.
I know I could, but I'd want... mn, waiting will just make it feel so much better, right? For both of us?
[ Another groan slips from his lips even as Kaveh reaches for the lube again, blind fingers groping out across the bed until they close around the tube.
(It's hard to focus with Euler fucking him like this, rolling against him like it's real.) ]
So gorgeous… [he whispers, even as he presses kisses along Kaveh's neck, hiding the heat on his cheeks against his skin, busying and grounding himself in the lovely arch of it before he does something they both may regret.
He nudges them apart just a little so he can sit up, leans on the headboard as he coats his fingers generously, then pulls him in again for a kiss as he slips them down in between his buttocks, finding the spot where Kaveh wants them.] Yes, I get you all for myself. You get me all for yourself.
It'll be so good, baby. [He rakes his teeth over the skin of his jaw as he slips the first one in.] So good.
[ He gasps out in pleasure when the other slips a finger into him even as he keeps moving, even as he promises him things Kaveh knows they both so desperately want. He keens, body arching as he sees stars bursting behind his eyelids, and with Euler pressing kisses into his neck it allows him for a moment to hide his face in the other's hair, panting softly into the soft strands. ]
I know...
[ he pants it out as Euler's mouth moves to his jaw instead, hips continuing to rock down against the other, wanting him to feel as good as Euler's making him feel. ]
I know it will. I... ah, fuck.. I can't wait for it. Do you know how.. how often I've imagined you instead of my toys?
I have imagined it, too. [He kisses him again, stroking his cock in the same rhythm as he thrusts his fingers, one at first, two following. He's gasping against Kaveh's lips and meeting his body as it grinds low each time, but he wants to see that lovely creative mind of his flare into his own pleasure.] You'll take me so well, you'll make me wish I never have to pull out.
[ His answer comes in a rush, a mix of breath and sharp moan as his body cants against Euler's. And perhaps he's being silly, being hyperbolic, but he doesn't care. Right now, he'd give this man anything and everything, let him take whatever he wants from him— ]
Imagine doing your work with me sitting in your lap, keeping you warm. You could, mn... you could keep me filled for you all day, fucking me while you're doing paperwork. And I could... after work, I could cook for you, too, but it might be hard for me to focus...
[ Between the pair of fingers thrusting into him now and the dirty thoughts working through his imagination, Kaveh's close. He breathes out a weak, shaky sigh against Euler's mouth. ]
[His imagination is taking him further than Alhaitham had wanted, but he's not complaining. The idea of Kaveh being sat on his lap, warm and tight around the length of him as he worked, sleeping soft while keeping their arousal into a low simmer, keeping the beautiful warmth of them together, is enough to have him thrust sharper into the jut of Kaveh's thigh with his pelvis, making him groan as he slips again to meet where a third finger joins the other two, doing what he promised himself and Kaveh he wouldn't do.]
Anything. [He murmurs into his lips, and curls his fingers, searching for that one spot.] Anything you want and more.
[ He shakes his head, groans too loud as Euler's thrust is harder and sharper, as it teases somewhere the other has already told him he won't take this, Kaveh responding immediately by rolling back against fingers and cock, wishing more than anything he'd press into him where he knows he won't. The blonde huffs out a soft sigh, presses their mouths more firmly together— and then yelps, gasps, as curling fingers find that one weak spot, pressing in a way that makes him see stars.
Despite it, despite the way his back arches and his cry is all but a sob, Kaveh's voice is a soft, urgent scold: ]
Don't— don't tell me you'll give me anything. It.. it.. ah, fuck— it makes me want more than I'm allowed to have. And you know I'd take it if you would let me—
[ He would, it in a heartbeat; it's all he can do now not to beg for it all over again, knowing that Euler won't let him have it. Despite what they're doing, the sting of rejection rides high in his chest. And despite that, his imagination runs strong, giving him all he desires and more. ]
Sweetheart… [He sighs, kissing Kaveh to silence, to feel the motion of his fingers, to focus on the parts where they touch, where they're united. Alhaitham wishes he could, too, but it would be a lie, it would be Kaveh giving himself to someone he wouldn't really want to. Kaveh doesn't know what he'd be begging for.
So he pinches at his pierced nipple at the same time he twists and curls his fingers again, swallowing every sound and every breath that Kaveh releases.]
[ Kaveh gasps out a sharp whine, practically unable to focus with the way Euler's fingers press into him even as he rocks alongside him. The fingers of the other's second hand twisting at his pierced nipple only adds to the whole sensation, and his lids flutter as for a moment he nearly whites out from the pleasure. Somehow, though, he manages to stop himself from breaking right away, clinging to the other's shoulders as he keeps moving his hips. ]
You're taking me so well. Doing so well. [He nips at his lips, suckles on his upper lip like it's the tastiest of slivers, bruising his lips until he finds them swollen and tingling, his fingers rubbing and flicking at the sensitive nub, his other hand attacking exactly where Kaveh is most sensitive.] Yes, you can, baby. I want to see your pleasure.
[ His voice is a helpless groan as Euler continues to nip and suckle at his lip, whining as his hips arch into the other's movements, everything altogether acting in such a way as to totally and completely overwhelm. His fingers grasp at the other's shoulders hard enough to leave marks, although he doesn't entirely realize right now. ]
Euler—
[ And his head tilts back, breaking the kiss as his expression shatters into helpless need, trying to keep moving his hips even as they stutter, spilling thin white over his front and Euler's, panting as he sobs out his pleasure. ]
[Surging to kiss him again, to stroke him to completion, to hold him tight, Alhaitham only steadies the fingers inside Kaveh to feel him tighten and heat around them.
He aims to ground, to bring the streamer back from his bliss carefully, settling back against the bed so he can stroke him slowly down from his peak.] Pharos. [He whispers, not without reverence, into his hair as he cradles him.] My baby. My light.
[ Whatever Euler is doing, it works. Kaveh finds himself calming faster than normal, soothed into peace and comfort by the steadying of the other's fingers, by the soft but passionate kiss, by the way the other whispers to him and soothes him down from the heights of his pleasure. Kaveh finds himself all but sinking into Euler, softening and curling and smiling sweet and tender. ]
Mm... Euler... My Mister E...
[ He's drunk on the sweetness, hips stopping their movements for a few moments as he recovers, the blonde just breathings through his pleasure. ]
Who says I'm not? [He nuzzles further, enjoying how fast Kaveh is soothed into tranquility, how he feels as he strokes his back and his arms after he finally withdraws his fingers with care, wiping himself with a wet wipe that's sitting on the nightstand, holding him close, stroking his face with a look that just says he's pleased with himself.] Look at you. You're gorgeous.
[ A faint, tired smile finds his lips. It would so easy to give into those sweet words and touches when it seems that's what Euler wants, looking so self-satisfied while he strokes Pharos's exhausted, contented expression.
But with the way he's sitting, he can still feel—
He sighs his content, presses a soft kiss to Euler's mouth. ]
Yeah, but..
[ A slight shift of his hips, allowing Euler to slip between them momentarily. ]
You know I don't need to reach my climax every time, right? [Though he does hiss a little and shift his own body underneath him as Kaveh moves. The hitch in his breath still lingers, in spite of his own words.] Though I do always want you.
[Turning his head so that he can capture Pharos' lips fully, he kisses him sweetly still, his eyes trying to understand what's going on in that pretty head of his. Euler shakes his head to nuzzle his nose in an Eskimo kiss, strokes his back again. Has he really dealt with people who would be looking at their own pleasure alone when being with him all of these years?
He knows that the surge in his chest aims for protection. He won't deny its essence nor that it's there.]
I'm not being sweet. [He murmurs.] But yes, it's okay.
[ It's a soft, insistent argument, one Kaveh makes even as he starts to move his hips again, lifting them and letting them fall, picking up where they left off before his orgasm took him.
He wants Euler to feel just as good as the other has made him feel, after all.
He doesn't break their kiss, but he does deepen it a little, tongue swiping over the other's mouth, teeth nipping at his lower lip, seeking to tantalize him in so many ways. ]
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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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Yes— mn, yes please Euler, fuck— I will, I'll be so ready for you. I won't touch myself for a week, won't fuck myself on stream, just... just wait for you so I can make it feel so good, and—
[ His hips rolls slightly against the other, more than just the movements he's been making as he rides him. ]
Mmn but right now I know you won't so— please... please fuck me with your fingers—
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[He's unable to stop the roll of his own body, though, and how he grinds into the flesh like he was doing it for real. He presses a tender, soft kiss.] Give me more lube, baby. I've got you.
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[ Another groan slips from his lips even as Kaveh reaches for the lube again, blind fingers groping out across the bed until they close around the tube.
(It's hard to focus with Euler fucking him like this, rolling against him like it's real.) ]
H-Here. Gods, please...
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He nudges them apart just a little so he can sit up, leans on the headboard as he coats his fingers generously, then pulls him in again for a kiss as he slips them down in between his buttocks, finding the spot where Kaveh wants them.] Yes, I get you all for myself. You get me all for yourself.
It'll be so good, baby. [He rakes his teeth over the skin of his jaw as he slips the first one in.] So good.
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I know...
[ he pants it out as Euler's mouth moves to his jaw instead, hips continuing to rock down against the other, wanting him to feel as good as Euler's making him feel. ]
I know it will. I... ah, fuck.. I can't wait for it. Do you know how.. how often I've imagined you instead of my toys?
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[ His answer comes in a rush, a mix of breath and sharp moan as his body cants against Euler's. And perhaps he's being silly, being hyperbolic, but he doesn't care. Right now, he'd give this man anything and everything, let him take whatever he wants from him— ]
Imagine doing your work with me sitting in your lap, keeping you warm. You could, mn... you could keep me filled for you all day, fucking me while you're doing paperwork. And I could... after work, I could cook for you, too, but it might be hard for me to focus...
[ Between the pair of fingers thrusting into him now and the dirty thoughts working through his imagination, Kaveh's close. He breathes out a weak, shaky sigh against Euler's mouth. ]
Please. One more, please.
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Anything. [He murmurs into his lips, and curls his fingers, searching for that one spot.] Anything you want and more.
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Despite it, despite the way his back arches and his cry is all but a sob, Kaveh's voice is a soft, urgent scold: ]
Don't— don't tell me you'll give me anything. It.. it.. ah, fuck— it makes me want more than I'm allowed to have. And you know I'd take it if you would let me—
[ He would, it in a heartbeat; it's all he can do now not to beg for it all over again, knowing that Euler won't let him have it. Despite what they're doing, the sting of rejection rides high in his chest. And despite that, his imagination runs strong, giving him all he desires and more. ]
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So he pinches at his pierced nipple at the same time he twists and curls his fingers again, swallowing every sound and every breath that Kaveh releases.]
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I..
[ It's a gasp into his mouth. ]
I need— can I, please, I'm so close...
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Euler—
[ And his head tilts back, breaking the kiss as his expression shatters into helpless need, trying to keep moving his hips even as they stutter, spilling thin white over his front and Euler's, panting as he sobs out his pleasure. ]
Fuck—
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He aims to ground, to bring the streamer back from his bliss carefully, settling back against the bed so he can stroke him slowly down from his peak.] Pharos. [He whispers, not without reverence, into his hair as he cradles him.] My baby. My light.
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Mm... Euler... My Mister E...
[ He's drunk on the sweetness, hips stopping their movements for a few moments as he recovers, the blonde just breathings through his pleasure. ]
You... mm, want you to enjoy it too...
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But with the way he's sitting, he can still feel—
He sighs his content, presses a soft kiss to Euler's mouth. ]
Yeah, but..
[ A slight shift of his hips, allowing Euler to slip between them momentarily. ]
..Don't you want this too?
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It's true, yes, that one can enjoy themselves without reaching climax, but no one has ever...
Gods above, he doesn't deserve this man.
He leans forward, presses his mouth to the corner of Euler's. ]
Well, now I wanna reward you for being so sweet. Is it okay?
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He knows that the surge in his chest aims for protection. He won't deny its essence nor that it's there.]
I'm not being sweet. [He murmurs.] But yes, it's okay.
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[ It's a soft, insistent argument, one Kaveh makes even as he starts to move his hips again, lifting them and letting them fall, picking up where they left off before his orgasm took him.
He wants Euler to feel just as good as the other has made him feel, after all.
He doesn't break their kiss, but he does deepen it a little, tongue swiping over the other's mouth, teeth nipping at his lower lip, seeking to tantalize him in so many ways. ]
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