Deep inside, he's the pathetic one. Still having to live under Alhaitham's roof without a way to stand firm on his decisions. He puts all the energy into making his projects have the best foundations and yet he's the one crumbling on his feet. "I don't want to argue," he mumbles as Alhaitham leans against him like butter. Kaveh normally braces himself for rejection despite all the positive reception from him. After everything, he can't say he would blame him if he were to say no and permanently leave another scar in his heart.
If he will lose him tomorrow, then he better touch him all he can today.
His fingers sprawl widely over the muscles of his thighs before pulling back on his hips, then sliding over his abdomen. He's still chiseled, this perfect human. He's not brave enough to leave kisses on his neck, he doesn't want to rile him up so much to the point of putting his safety at risk. At least they're sitting down, so it's not like they can slip and fall this way.
And like this, Kaveh is in control. He fully intends on walking out of this still wearing his pants. He ventures closer to the middle, pressing thumbs around his cock and letting his fingers naturally around his balls so he can spread his legs a little more. He massages down the brackets of his inner thighs, tactfully avoiding his sack so he can spread the leftover oil on his hands around it. "C-Close your eyes if you haven't already."
Kaveh's admission about not wanting to argue blares a warning sign in his head, and Alhaitham turns his head just enough to look at the architect's profile from this angle. That makes his breath hitch, his heart thrum with something dangerous underneath his ribcage. There's something to it.
"You don't?" He asks, the angle making it so it's right into Kaveh's ear, his voice already wrecked. Legs parting wider out of mere instinct, out of acceptance and reception, out of want, and Alhaitham has to suck in a breath between his teeth not to roll and shift his hips into Kaveh's touch more fully. It's perfectly normal to be this affected when someone is touching you like this, Alhaitham reasons. It doesn't matter if his erection is slowly filling out, the only courteous thing to do is to ignore it as a natural reaction to stimuli. Instead, he does comply, closes his eyes, and lets his head lul further into Kaveh's, breathing heat into his hair when the kneading of his inner thighs sends a jolt across his core. "I thought you'd want me to see your handiwork," he whispers.
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If he will lose him tomorrow, then he better touch him all he can today.
His fingers sprawl widely over the muscles of his thighs before pulling back on his hips, then sliding over his abdomen. He's still chiseled, this perfect human. He's not brave enough to leave kisses on his neck, he doesn't want to rile him up so much to the point of putting his safety at risk. At least they're sitting down, so it's not like they can slip and fall this way.
And like this, Kaveh is in control. He fully intends on walking out of this still wearing his pants. He ventures closer to the middle, pressing thumbs around his cock and letting his fingers naturally around his balls so he can spread his legs a little more. He massages down the brackets of his inner thighs, tactfully avoiding his sack so he can spread the leftover oil on his hands around it. "C-Close your eyes if you haven't already."
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"You don't?" He asks, the angle making it so it's right into Kaveh's ear, his voice already wrecked. Legs parting wider out of mere instinct, out of acceptance and reception, out of want, and Alhaitham has to suck in a breath between his teeth not to roll and shift his hips into Kaveh's touch more fully. It's perfectly normal to be this affected when someone is touching you like this, Alhaitham reasons. It doesn't matter if his erection is slowly filling out, the only courteous thing to do is to ignore it as a natural reaction to stimuli. Instead, he does comply, closes his eyes, and lets his head lul further into Kaveh's, breathing heat into his hair when the kneading of his inner thighs sends a jolt across his core. "I thought you'd want me to see your handiwork," he whispers.
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