[ Kaveh's got it in one, even if even Alhaitham doesn't realize it yet. He chalked it up to him being horny and a little desperate for Kaveh, which is why he started this in the first place. Fucking Kaveh when he was asleep was just... it was just a cheat. A little thrill to get his rocks off and a little dominance over his senior when he was never around during the day anymore to satisfy that urge.
But he doesn't know how to explain it and now that he's caught, he's still at a loss for words. The truth, and Alhaitham still doesn't understand it yet, is that he missed him an aching amount and didn't know what to do with these urges. He didn't know how to just tell Kaveh this and didn't know what he could do to make that longing go away. So he gave in to the most base urge, which was to fuck Kaveh while he was asleep. Barbaric, probably, but it got the job done.
So, now that he's confronted with his actions and Kaveh is asking him a simple why, he doesn't know what to say. He's quiet for a long moment instead, looking past Kaveh at the wall and trying to get his thoughts together. ]
Because... I wanted to, of course. You weren't around during the day and didn't come to my room anymore at night. [ They still slept in separate rooms but more often than not, Kaveh was in Alhaitham's bed — until recently. ] So, I fucked you.
( by all counts, kaveh shouldn't find this sexy. fucking him without his permission is wrong, but he's having a lot of difficulty trying not to be turned on by it. still, hearing him out, listening to him laying it out matter-of-factly, kaveh realises that his conjecture is accurate: that alhaitham has missed him, and has dealt with it in the most efficient way instead of actually telling him about it.
but that's so alhaitham, right? why speak when action is more effective? he knows the man doesn't contend with emotions, especially complicated, overwhelming ones where sex is involved, and without a word, he undoes his sash, letting it pool on the coffeetable behind him. his half-gloves are next to go, delicately divested, before he steps forward to straddle him on the couch, knees on either side of his thighs.
barbaric? questionable? he doesn't know about that. )
You must have been gentle, and slow. You like it rougher, right? You enjoy it when I scratch and bite, and when I kiss you. But you took pains to clean up the cum you left inside me, I suppose that was thoughtful.
( he presses his forehead to his, gentle. ) I didn't like that.
( his hand comes to rest on his chest, just below his glittering jewel. ) I like carrying a bit of you around inside of me.
[ Alhaitham isn't sure what to expect from Kaveh in reply. This is such a murky question of consent, of what's allowed between them and what isn't. They're not even officially "together" though he hasn't slept with anyone since he first started this with Kaveh and fully expects that Kaveh hasn't either. They're... exclusive, in their own way, yes? Alhaitham should be meeting all of Kaveh's needs, he shouldn't have to look elsewhere.
But Kaveh might get upset regardless, which would be his right. Alhaitham wouldn't begrudge him for that. He might even call the whole thing off, tell Alhaitham he never wants to sleep with him again, that they're not even friends anymore, just roommates and that's it. It would be... incredibly disappointing if that's what he did though.
Instead, Alhaitham gets to watch as Kaveh removes his sash and gloves, as he climbs into Alhaitham's lap and rests his hands on his chest, presses his forehead to Alhaitham's. Alhaitham doesn't look outwardly bothered by this but he does swallow, a dead giveaway that he's been affected by Kaveh's movements. His eyes drag down Kaveh's body before returning to his face and he gives a soft hm in reply. ]
That's disgusting.
[ But there's no heat to his words, no bite. Just an idle comment, amused if anything. Kaveh likes it when Alhaitham leaves come in his ass. Disgusting. ]
But if that's what you prefer, next time I won't clean it up.
[ Prim and proper and matter of fact. Alhaitham states his perspective: he won't stop fucking Kaveh while he's asleep and he'll make sure to leave him filthy if that's what he wants, make sure to claim him as his. Idly, his hands lift up and settle on Kaveh's waist, fingers digging into his sides as he drags him in tighter into his lap. His grip is horribly possessive. ]
( kaveh counters; keeping the edges of consent just as murky, skirting that fine, dangerous line just for them both, because there's something strange and thrilling about this particular gray area of permission. are they exclusive? together? kaveh doesn't quite know, but his own habits have discreetly changed since the past few months when they've decided to unequivocally take this arrangement further, to include regularity in it.
their new normal is undefined, but when alhaitham's too-gorgeous eyes flicker up to meet his with a steadiness that makes his heart race, that bob of his adams apple that reveal that he isn't as unaffected as he seems, his gaze deliberately shifts downward, clearly cataloguing every single thing, kaveh thinks he knows the shape of what they've become to each other.
alhaitham likes burying his dick in kaveh's ass when he's asleep. kaveh likes it when alhaitham leaves come in his ass.
still, he's just a little surprised when alhaitham acquiesces; there is an interesting new dynamic that's settled onto their interactions. discreet, sneaky, quiet, and admittedly welcome. he leans into him when the scribe pulls him close, settling properly onto his lap with a soft sigh. he can read the possessiveness in his grip, in his eyes, and he wonders if alhaitham knows this about himself.
he tilts his head briefly, fingers grasping the younger man's chin to tilt his face up, just so kaveh can draw him into a slow, deliberate kiss. it's measured, warm, and if it's a silent apology for inadvertently neglecting their newfound... thing, he's not admitting it just yet. his hand comes to smooth up the line of his jaw, words a low murmur against his lips. )
[ The kiss is good. Exactly what he wants. It's been a while since they've kissed and he hasn't been able to kiss Kaveh when he fucks him at night, needing to leave some impression of innocence there. So instead, being able to kiss him now, to slide tongue against tongue and taste Kaveh, until Kaveh breaks the kiss and murmurs against his lips, this satisfies Alhaitham.
You're going to leave bruises. Good.
Alhaitham doesn't reply to that, just leans in to bridge the gap between them again. He kisses Kaveh hungrier this time, needier. One of his hands moves to slide under Kaveh's shirt, splay against the small of his back and hold him close. The other lingers on his hip, holding him tight. He licks into Kaveh's mouth, hungry and insistent, as he devours his mouth. The heat between them fires up, boils in his chest and makes him nearly incoherent with want. It's been too long, it's been far too long, and he wants to make Kaveh scream. ]
( he admits softly in between kisses, thrilled by the heat of alhaitham's kisses, the hunger threaded in every swipe of his tongue. he spares a moment to suckle on it, so briefly, teasing him instead of offering relief, and lightly breaks the kiss to pull his shirt over his head to toss it aside.
he takes great effort to get off alhaitham's lap, untangling himself only to shed his belt and pants, divesting himself of every item of fabric right there in their living room until he's completely naked, beautiful and fully exposed. cheeks flushed, he gets on his knees between the younger man's thighs, fingers moving to undo his belt.
too long, indeed; he knows what he craves, because kaveh is yearning for it, too. )
[ Alhaitham considers saying the same. That he missed kissing Kaveh too. He missed a lot of things, all of it boils down to the other man in his lap, and Alhaitham's grip is a little needy even as Kaveh untangles himself to get off of him. Alhaitham doesn't quite want to let him go but eventually he does, dropping his hands with a sigh and curling fingers into his palms to resist reaching out and dragging Kaveh back into his lap.
But then Kaveh is kneeling between his legs, squirming closer and starting to undress Alhaitham. He's half-hard, just from kissing, his cock pressing against the front of his pants and Alhaitham doesn't fight Kaveh as he undresses him. He just watches, takes in his fill of the other man as he sees just how good he looks on his knees in front of him. Yeah, it's good. ]
Hurry up.
[ He wants to fuck Kaveh's mouth, come down his throat. He wants to get Kaveh on his knees and lick him out until he's crying with oversensitivity. Then he wants to fuck him, until they're both worn and shaking with overexertion. He wants that now and he doesn't want to wait. ]
( kaveh retorts without bite, unzipping him and freeing him from the confines of his pants. but the architect doesn't stop there; he's gently nudging him up so that he can pulls his pants and underwear down, shifting to take it off of him completely so that he can admire his nakedness from the waist down, the proud jut of his cock and the silvery thatch of curls at the base of his dick.
he comes back in between his thighs, pressing kisses along the inseam, letting his cheek rub against his dick before he's nosing along his balls, taking the first, then the other into his mouth with a languid, appreciative moan. he loves the scent of him, the weight and shape of him, and as he licks a stripe up from root to tip, he lays a soft, soft kiss to the head of his cock just because he can. to have alhaitham's full, undivided attention like this is intoxicating, and his hands slide up his thighs to keep them parted. )
I haven't even touched you much, and you're already so big.
( quietly admiring, he's slowly, achingly taking the head of it into his mouth, tongue laving, rubbing up against the underside of his dick. it's worship, warm and intimate, and as his lips seal around the barrel of his cock, he suckles lightly. )
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But he doesn't know how to explain it and now that he's caught, he's still at a loss for words. The truth, and Alhaitham still doesn't understand it yet, is that he missed him an aching amount and didn't know what to do with these urges. He didn't know how to just tell Kaveh this and didn't know what he could do to make that longing go away. So he gave in to the most base urge, which was to fuck Kaveh while he was asleep. Barbaric, probably, but it got the job done.
So, now that he's confronted with his actions and Kaveh is asking him a simple why, he doesn't know what to say. He's quiet for a long moment instead, looking past Kaveh at the wall and trying to get his thoughts together. ]
Because... I wanted to, of course. You weren't around during the day and didn't come to my room anymore at night. [ They still slept in separate rooms but more often than not, Kaveh was in Alhaitham's bed — until recently. ] So, I fucked you.
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but that's so alhaitham, right? why speak when action is more effective? he knows the man doesn't contend with emotions, especially complicated, overwhelming ones where sex is involved, and without a word, he undoes his sash, letting it pool on the coffeetable behind him. his half-gloves are next to go, delicately divested, before he steps forward to straddle him on the couch, knees on either side of his thighs.
barbaric? questionable? he doesn't know about that. )
You must have been gentle, and slow. You like it rougher, right? You enjoy it when I scratch and bite, and when I kiss you. But you took pains to clean up the cum you left inside me, I suppose that was thoughtful.
( he presses his forehead to his, gentle. ) I didn't like that.
( his hand comes to rest on his chest, just below his glittering jewel. ) I like carrying a bit of you around inside of me.
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But Kaveh might get upset regardless, which would be his right. Alhaitham wouldn't begrudge him for that. He might even call the whole thing off, tell Alhaitham he never wants to sleep with him again, that they're not even friends anymore, just roommates and that's it. It would be... incredibly disappointing if that's what he did though.
Instead, Alhaitham gets to watch as Kaveh removes his sash and gloves, as he climbs into Alhaitham's lap and rests his hands on his chest, presses his forehead to Alhaitham's. Alhaitham doesn't look outwardly bothered by this but he does swallow, a dead giveaway that he's been affected by Kaveh's movements. His eyes drag down Kaveh's body before returning to his face and he gives a soft hm in reply. ]
That's disgusting.
[ But there's no heat to his words, no bite. Just an idle comment, amused if anything. Kaveh likes it when Alhaitham leaves come in his ass. Disgusting. ]
But if that's what you prefer, next time I won't clean it up.
[ Prim and proper and matter of fact. Alhaitham states his perspective: he won't stop fucking Kaveh while he's asleep and he'll make sure to leave him filthy if that's what he wants, make sure to claim him as his. Idly, his hands lift up and settle on Kaveh's waist, fingers digging into his sides as he drags him in tighter into his lap. His grip is horribly possessive. ]
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( kaveh counters; keeping the edges of consent just as murky, skirting that fine, dangerous line just for them both, because there's something strange and thrilling about this particular gray area of permission. are they exclusive? together? kaveh doesn't quite know, but his own habits have discreetly changed since the past few months when they've decided to unequivocally take this arrangement further, to include regularity in it.
their new normal is undefined, but when alhaitham's too-gorgeous eyes flicker up to meet his with a steadiness that makes his heart race, that bob of his adams apple that reveal that he isn't as unaffected as he seems, his gaze deliberately shifts downward, clearly cataloguing every single thing, kaveh thinks he knows the shape of what they've become to each other.
alhaitham likes burying his dick in kaveh's ass when he's asleep. kaveh likes it when alhaitham leaves come in his ass.
still, he's just a little surprised when alhaitham acquiesces; there is an interesting new dynamic that's settled onto their interactions. discreet, sneaky, quiet, and admittedly welcome. he leans into him when the scribe pulls him close, settling properly onto his lap with a soft sigh. he can read the possessiveness in his grip, in his eyes, and he wonders if alhaitham knows this about himself.
he tilts his head briefly, fingers grasping the younger man's chin to tilt his face up, just so kaveh can draw him into a slow, deliberate kiss. it's measured, warm, and if it's a silent apology for inadvertently neglecting their newfound... thing, he's not admitting it just yet. his hand comes to smooth up the line of his jaw, words a low murmur against his lips. )
You're going to leave bruises.
( he should. )
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You're going to leave bruises. Good.
Alhaitham doesn't reply to that, just leans in to bridge the gap between them again. He kisses Kaveh hungrier this time, needier. One of his hands moves to slide under Kaveh's shirt, splay against the small of his back and hold him close. The other lingers on his hip, holding him tight. He licks into Kaveh's mouth, hungry and insistent, as he devours his mouth. The heat between them fires up, boils in his chest and makes him nearly incoherent with want. It's been too long, it's been far too long, and he wants to make Kaveh scream. ]
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( he admits softly in between kisses, thrilled by the heat of alhaitham's kisses, the hunger threaded in every swipe of his tongue. he spares a moment to suckle on it, so briefly, teasing him instead of offering relief, and lightly breaks the kiss to pull his shirt over his head to toss it aside.
he takes great effort to get off alhaitham's lap, untangling himself only to shed his belt and pants, divesting himself of every item of fabric right there in their living room until he's completely naked, beautiful and fully exposed. cheeks flushed, he gets on his knees between the younger man's thighs, fingers moving to undo his belt.
too long, indeed; he knows what he craves, because kaveh is yearning for it, too. )
Let me kiss you here, too.
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But then Kaveh is kneeling between his legs, squirming closer and starting to undress Alhaitham. He's half-hard, just from kissing, his cock pressing against the front of his pants and Alhaitham doesn't fight Kaveh as he undresses him. He just watches, takes in his fill of the other man as he sees just how good he looks on his knees in front of him. Yeah, it's good. ]
Hurry up.
[ He wants to fuck Kaveh's mouth, come down his throat. He wants to get Kaveh on his knees and lick him out until he's crying with oversensitivity. Then he wants to fuck him, until they're both worn and shaking with overexertion. He wants that now and he doesn't want to wait. ]
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( kaveh retorts without bite, unzipping him and freeing him from the confines of his pants. but the architect doesn't stop there; he's gently nudging him up so that he can pulls his pants and underwear down, shifting to take it off of him completely so that he can admire his nakedness from the waist down, the proud jut of his cock and the silvery thatch of curls at the base of his dick.
he comes back in between his thighs, pressing kisses along the inseam, letting his cheek rub against his dick before he's nosing along his balls, taking the first, then the other into his mouth with a languid, appreciative moan. he loves the scent of him, the weight and shape of him, and as he licks a stripe up from root to tip, he lays a soft, soft kiss to the head of his cock just because he can. to have alhaitham's full, undivided attention like this is intoxicating, and his hands slide up his thighs to keep them parted. )
I haven't even touched you much, and you're already so big.
( quietly admiring, he's slowly, achingly taking the head of it into his mouth, tongue laving, rubbing up against the underside of his dick. it's worship, warm and intimate, and as his lips seal around the barrel of his cock, he suckles lightly. )