[ 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. ]
[A laugh bursts out, fond, and he cradles the streamer's face to give him more kisses, playful while he can until Pharos teases him with his tongue and fingers. He groans, rolls his waist and hips to grind against him, a slow, but indulging pace as he revels in the closeness of their skin.]
[ Kaveh may be the one moving his hips, but he's happy to let Euler set their pace. When the other's hips start rolling and grinding up between his ass cheeks again, Kaveh smiles into the space between their mouths, slowing his movements to match him, licking into his mouth and groaning hotly against his tongue.
If he wasn't so recently spent, the sensation would no doubt harden him all over again, much less the knowledge that Euler is this hard just for him.
Stay just like this. [He breathes, eyes closing in bliss. Alhaitham's arms lift so that Kaveh can fit within them, to hold him tight, driving his weeping cock and smearing precum all over his skin.] You feel so good.
Talk to me. [He presses kisses along his jaw.] I like your voice.
[ Just like this, Euler says, pressing kisses along his jaw, praising him for how he feels, and Kaveh nods softly, continuing to move at that slow, steady pace as the other fucks him but doesn't fuck him all at the same time. He loves the way he feels in Euler's arms, warm and safe and content—
And then the other asks him to talk, and he can't help the soft, affectionate flush of heat that warms his cheeks. ]
Do.. do you know I dream about this? [ he murmurs. ] Far... far too often, I think about how it would be to have you with me where I am, when I'm there.
[If Kaveh's flush of heat comes from the idea of talking, then Alhaitham's flurries upwards his chest and on his neck and ears when he hears the words. The idea of Kaveh fantasizing about them in the house they both share, wanting to be taken and fucked and loved by him—] Tell me more… [he asks, nipping at the smooth skin of his neck as he rubs the tip of him into a certain angle, making him hiss.] How do you imagine us?
[ He's all too willing to answer, tipping his head back to allow Euler the room to nip at his skin; his sigh is one of content and sweetness, the words of his answer flowing from him effortlessly even as the other man hisses in pleasure. ]
Since... since the time you asked me if I wanted to do it on my bed, I've imagined us there. [ His voice is almost a whisper, edged with just the smallest hint of his soft voice. ] Sex, of course, but also just when I'm lying there half asleep. I think about you holding me, and kissing me as I drift off...
[ Suddenly anxious, Kaveh tilts his head, presses his lips into Euler's hair even as the other nips and shifts against him. ]
...Is it okay with you if I've fallen in love with you, Euler?
The idea of holding him, taking him, kissing him in the tenderness that Kaveh deserves, is enough to get his mind reeling, to have him gasp 'Pharos' into his neck, against his ear, his hips jutting just a bit harder, needily, like he wants to crawl under the streamer's skin and make it a home.
And then he confesses something so soft, so tender, and even with all the boundaries and limits that Alhaitham had placed himself, he reaches his peak unexpectedly, shivering and tensing all over, a subdued cry muffled against Kaveh's skin as his grip on him seizes strongly.
He's as surprised as he is mindless, coating the lower back of the streamer with his spend, and he pants desperately, trying to grasp for breath, for a means to come up with a decent answer but unable to.]
[ Honestly, he's not expecting much of an answer at all. The words slip from between his lips before he can entirely stop them, and if he were in Euler's shoes, he's not sure he would know what to say.
What he's definitely not expecting though is for the other man to lose himself in that exact moment, grip tightening as he spills over Kaveh's back in a way that has the blonde catching his breath.
And then, Euler is left gasping for breath and it's Kaveh's job to fill the silence he just made, biting down on his lower lip as he presses close. ]
You don't have to say anything about it. [ It's a soft whisper into his hair. ] I just needed you to know, that's all. As long as you don't... you know, hate the idea or anything, then we're fine. Really.
[There's nothing he can say, not now, when his mind is still untethered from his own body, unable to do anything, to say anything as decent and graceful as Pharos deserves, as Pharos needs, and—
—it's the most frustrating that Alhaitham has ever felt.
So he tugs him close, tight, kisses him hard, before he's out of breath, and curls around him tightly like he can't let go. He shakes his head, still panting.] Just. Give me a moment...
[ He'd like to say that he understands the silence for what it is, that he knows Euler is simply lost for words. And technically it would be true... yet it doesn't stop the worry from sneaking under his skin as the moments stretch between them. Kaveh bites his lower lip, and he's just about to try to find something else to say—
but Euler knows him too well it seems, because he's pulled in close and kissed hard, and Kaveh feels his stomach knotting up with anxiety and desire alike.
But he smiles, and nudges his forehead against Euler's. ]
[Cradling him close, pressing himself against Kaveh, he wonders how exaclty he ended up in this predicament. As far as he knows, he only enrolled into a new faculty, he followed and interacted with a streamer's community. It doesn't make sense that he'd end up with said streamer and faculty member under his roof, and clutching at his heartstings so strongly.
It's not logical at all to be suddenly taken into a case of double identity, of secrets and such strong and deep feelings.
Alhaitham rubs their foreheads together, their noses, buries himself into the crook of Kaveh's neck.] I'm not sure how I ended up so lucky.
[ Kaveh knows the answer he wants isn't likely to be the answer Euler gives. The one he gets though is almost as nice, a soft smile forming on his lips as the other's face presses into his neck. Lucky, he says, and Kaveh's heart warms, pounding in his chest. ]
Me... me too, Mister E. I'm really glad—
[ And, just like last time, there's a knock on the door, a soft voice calling out to them that it's closing time.
Where his heart was warm and pounding, he feels it sink. ]
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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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If he wasn't so recently spent, the sensation would no doubt harden him all over again, much less the knowledge that Euler is this hard just for him.
He sighs his pleasure into the other's mouth. ]
Tell me what you want me to do.
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Talk to me. [He presses kisses along his jaw.] I like your voice.
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And then the other asks him to talk, and he can't help the soft, affectionate flush of heat that warms his cheeks. ]
Do.. do you know I dream about this? [ he murmurs. ] Far... far too often, I think about how it would be to have you with me where I am, when I'm there.
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Since... since the time you asked me if I wanted to do it on my bed, I've imagined us there. [ His voice is almost a whisper, edged with just the smallest hint of his soft voice. ] Sex, of course, but also just when I'm lying there half asleep. I think about you holding me, and kissing me as I drift off...
[ Suddenly anxious, Kaveh tilts his head, presses his lips into Euler's hair even as the other nips and shifts against him. ]
...Is it okay with you if I've fallen in love with you, Euler?
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What?
The idea of holding him, taking him, kissing him in the tenderness that Kaveh deserves, is enough to get his mind reeling, to have him gasp 'Pharos' into his neck, against his ear, his hips jutting just a bit harder, needily, like he wants to crawl under the streamer's skin and make it a home.
And then he confesses something so soft, so tender, and even with all the boundaries and limits that Alhaitham had placed himself, he reaches his peak unexpectedly, shivering and tensing all over, a subdued cry muffled against Kaveh's skin as his grip on him seizes strongly.
He's as surprised as he is mindless, coating the lower back of the streamer with his spend, and he pants desperately, trying to grasp for breath, for a means to come up with a decent answer but unable to.]
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What he's definitely not expecting though is for the other man to lose himself in that exact moment, grip tightening as he spills over Kaveh's back in a way that has the blonde catching his breath.
And then, Euler is left gasping for breath and it's Kaveh's job to fill the silence he just made, biting down on his lower lip as he presses close. ]
You don't have to say anything about it. [ It's a soft whisper into his hair. ] I just needed you to know, that's all. As long as you don't... you know, hate the idea or anything, then we're fine. Really.
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—it's the most frustrating that Alhaitham has ever felt.
So he tugs him close, tight, kisses him hard, before he's out of breath, and curls around him tightly like he can't let go. He shakes his head, still panting.] Just. Give me a moment...
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but Euler knows him too well it seems, because he's pulled in close and kissed hard, and Kaveh feels his stomach knotting up with anxiety and desire alike.
But he smiles, and nudges his forehead against Euler's. ]
Take as much time as you need, it's okay.
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It's not logical at all to be suddenly taken into a case of double identity, of secrets and such strong and deep feelings.
Alhaitham rubs their foreheads together, their noses, buries himself into the crook of Kaveh's neck.] I'm not sure how I ended up so lucky.
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Me... me too, Mister E. I'm really glad—
[ And, just like last time, there's a knock on the door, a soft voice calling out to them that it's closing time.
Where his heart was warm and pounding, he feels it sink. ]
I hate how quick it always is, being with you.
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