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[ Kaveh wants to be annoyed.

Here he is, confessing literal love, and Alhaitham's response is to ask if he's ready to stop self-sabotaging, with that same irritating calmness that he always has, despite the gravity of the situation, despite—

Okay, he's actually a little annoyed.

And yet he can't quite stop himself from smiling, directing an amused glance down at the button that started this entire conversation. ]

You mean "fucking myself over"? If you're expecting me to change my entire life based on one conversation, Alhaitham, no. [ The arch tone of his voice softens, a warmth reflected in his face as he looks at the other in silence for a moment before he continues talking. ] But if you mean romantically, then... yeah.

( archons, he’s so cute.

alhaitham knows there’s a fine line between riling kaveh up and truly hurting him. he likes to think he’s mastered it by now.

he nods. satisifed. )

Very well. ( another nod. ) Then, I love you, as well.

( he says it very calmly, as if it’s old news. )

[ For a moment after Alhaitham says it, Kaveh stares at him in silence, letting the words sink into his skin. Archons... he's wanted to hear this from the other man for so long; now that he actually is, he doesn't quite know how to process it fully. Possibly because, unlike Alhaitham, he never quite actually allowed himself to believe it would happen.

Given how well his roommate can read him, there's no doubt that he'll recognize the signs of mental disconnect on Kaveh's face for a moment before the blonde forcibly shakes his head, a soft, disbelieving laugh on his lips. ]

I've been waiting for you, you know.

[ And he reaches up, fingers curving graceful along the side of Alhaitham's jaw, face tilting upward just enough that he can capture the other's mouth in a soft, but insistent, kiss. ]

( oh.

alhaitham won’t mention that this is his first kiss. he also won’t mention that he’s the one that’s been waiting for kaveh. for kaveh to like himself enough to pursue something like this. for kaveh to catch on to his doting.

alhaitham gently curls a hand at the back of kaveh’s head, fingers burrowing into the soft blonde strands. he kisses back, though it’s clear he isn’t exactly sure how to move his lips to properly return the kiss. )

[ Kaveh's breath catches at the back of his throat when Alhaitham's fingers curl into his hair, when his lips shift to return the kiss, sparking instantly the desire to pull the other man in close to him, to deepen the embrace between them, to demand all the things he's wanted.

But despite the Acting Grand Sage's lack of admission, his movements make his inexperience clear, and in the end what Kaveh does is pull back slightly instead, ruby eyes searching that sharp face. ]

You haven't done this before.

[ It's a statement more than a question, despite the curiosity alight in his eyes. But there's also no laughter on his lips, nor amusement in his voice. For once in his life, he's not aiming to make fun or the other or offend him in some way— but he does feel like he needs to know. ]

( alhaitham suspected that kaveh would notice. he just assumed it wouldn’t be so immediate. is he truly that bad of a kisser? … he’ll need to read more books on that, then. )

I’ve never had a reason to.

( he doesn’t do casual, nor has anything in his life ever progressed to this point.

… he averts his gaze.

he wants to kiss kaveh again. he truly, deeply liked it. )

[ Kaveh has said, and will say again, that Alhaitham's brain is one of the great mysteries of this world. But there's something about the vulnerability on his face that makes him just that little bit clearer to the blonde, whose response to the aversion of those eyes is to put gentle pressure on the scribe's jaw, trying to direct his face in such a way that he can meet his gaze once more. ]

I don't know what you're thinking, but if it has something to do with books, I'm going to kill you.

[ It's a threat, but Kaveh is smiling. ]

Talk to me, Alhaitham. Use those words you're so famous for.

( for the first time since the akademiya, alhaitham feels their difference in age and experiences. this is his senior kaveh once more. it’s - well, he never thought the pendulum would swing back so hard and so quickly.

he doesn’t try to avert his gaze. it seems kaveh isn’t a fan of that. )

You are my first everything, Kaveh. That should not be a surprise. ( first friend, first crush, first roommate, first kiss, first love. it’s all the same. )

[ Despite, in Alhaitham's view, the pendulum having swung back in his direction, he might be relieved to see the sudden flush of color over Kaveh's cheeks, highlighting his pale skin in a color almost matched to his eyes. Obviously, it's something of a surprise, even if the younger of the two feels it shouldn't be.

He clears his throat, takes the other's hand in both of his, draws them back to the couch so that they can sit, because if they're going to continue this, he doesn't want his legs to give out under him— or for Alhaitham's to give out under him, for that matter, given his relative inexperience. ]

Then let's make it a second— [ he says, and he's surprised by how breathless his voice is. ] —Experience is a better teacher than your dusty old books, anyway.

[ And he leans in, until they're close but not touching, wanting and needing Alhaitham to be comfortable with anything they do. ]

( alhaitham may be inexperienced, but he is not shy.

despite that little admission, he has no issue with kaveh’s closeness or the bluntness in which they speak. it seems that burst of embarrassment or shyness had faded with his initial confession.

he brings a hand up to cup kaveh’s cheek when he leans in. his thumb slowly drags across kaveh’s cheek, under his eye, admiring how soft his skin is. )

I’m sure some of the things I have read will be of use, Senior Kaveh. ( there’s a twitch of his lips into a smile before he leans in to initiate their second kiss, pressing his mouth firmly to kaveh’s. )

[ Kaveh's not shy either— at least, not most of the time. He is, however, caught entirely off-guard by Alhaitham calling him "Senior", something he frequently demands and is rarely— if ever— given.

And so he's halfway through an undignified, confused squawk when Alhaitham's lips meet his, and for a moment he falters, flounders in soft surprise before he finds the wherewithal to return the kiss, lips parting as he matches the scribe's firmness with his own, his hand falling to rest on Alhaitham's knee.

(The other man is new enough to this that he's going to pointedly ignore the delightful burst of heat at the sudden drop of his title. Even if he has to keep reminding himself to be good.) ]

Edited 2023-05-05 05:12 (UTC)

( alhaitham cares not for the speed in which they take things; he’d be equally happy if they simply kisses as he would be if kaveh asked him to fuck. he also cares not for those specifics: he would allow kaveh all of him and would be just as hungry to claim kaveh, too.

he licks at kaveh’s lips with an interest that isn’t purely scientific. his cock twitches and he ignores it for now, not wanting to be the one that pushes things forward. he wants kaveh to want, to ask.

he’s going to, however, be very insistent with his tongue. )

[ A particularly delighted sound surfaces on Kaveh's lips when Alhaitham's tongue starts to explore his mouth, his grip on the other's knee tightening in a way that is meant to be slight, but ends up a little firmer than planned. With his experience, kissing is rarely enough to drive his body to full arousal, but there's an embarrassing twitch at the juncture of his thighs, a beginning inspired by the too-many nights palming himself under the sheets, imagining Alhaitham taking him apart, being taken apart by him in turn. Kaveh has wanted for so long that he'd be with Alhaitham any way he wanted—

But. Ah. This is the scribe's first, in more ways than one— Kaveh doesn't want to push, even if he's honestly sure Alhaitham would tell him to back off if he pressed him too far past the point of comfort.

He just can't risk the thought of his ~~friend~~ ~~roommate~~ ~~long-time crush~~ partner(?) regretting anything later.

So he ignores the temptation to catch that tongue between his lips and show Alhaitham how good his mouth is. Instead, he breaks the kiss between them for a breath, even if he can't bring himself to pull far away. ]

What do you— How far— [ Archons, at this rate Alhaitham will never believe he can talk dirty like no one's business. A breath. ] What are you comfortable with?

( when kaveh pulls away, alhaitham’s mind goes logically to the assumption he may need air. kissing seems to be an exercise in strengthening one’s lungs, in some regards.

but kaveh’s words surprise him.

alhaitham arches a brow almost immediately. )

I’m comfortable with anything. Whether or not I’ll enjoy it will require a first-hand assessment.

( he says it with a twinkle in his eye as he palms at kaveh’s lower back a little encouragingly, wanting him closer, needing him so closer. )

[ Kaveh stares at Alhaitham for just a moment, the expression on his face turning to something borderline pained. ]

You... Was that a joke?

[ Whether it was or not, it doesn't exactly help his resolution. He doesn't want Alhaitham to deal with regret, doesn't want to push him too far, but there's a twinkle in the scribe's eyes, a hand pushing at the small of his back, trying to urge him closer, a request Kaveh is almost aching to follow.

Still, he forces himself to resist it for just one more moment, eyes serious as they search Alhaitham's face, as he lifts a hand to trace his thumb over the other's lower lip. ]

Promise me— [ his voice is thicker than he would like, edged with a breathiness that can't only be from kissing ] —if it's too much, we'll stop. No matter what we're doing. Promise you'll tell me if it's too much.

( alhaitham would expect kaveh to take as he wants, now that he’s finally been given the go-ahead. but… this is kaveh. is he still too afraid of being selfish? that had never stopped kaveh from creating an obnoxiously high tab or decimating his crates of wine.

alhaitham blinks at him a few times. kaveh’s hands are warm. it’s nice. )

Kaveh. I have wanted you for a long time. Nothing will be too much for me.

[ "I have wanted you for a long time," Alhaitham says, and Kaveh's thumb halts for a moment in its tracing, something softening in his expression. Those words aren't the promise he sought, the reassurance that his brain keeps demanding he press Alhaitham for...

They're something better— and that's dangerous, because with just those words he's swayed, fingers shifting aside to cup the other's cheek as he finally closes the gap between their lips once more, breath hitching at the moment of connection. And where before he tried his best to keep things chaste, this time Kaveh can't quite stop himself from sliding into Alhaitham's space, practically delivering himself to the taller man's lap as he chases the other's mouth with lips and tongue and teeth.

Alhaitham certainly isn't the only one who's been waiting, after all. ]

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relationship status | a meme ♡

I will walk right out of this door—

no you musn’t

okay you've convinced me

that was easy ✨

what can I say, I'm weak T_T

i’m weak for these two…

100% same; I'm incapable of getting enough of them

they’re actually killing me right now

same, they're both so... I can't even think of an adjective

they’re so cute and vulnerable ahhHHHH

I KNOW they're both so SOFT and my heart is hurting

soft and DUMB, a good combo

especially dumb because they're both trying to make the other make the first move and I cannot

so true, am i keep devouring your tag it was so good

you're too sweet! ♥ also ALHAITHAM PLS this is the king of invokations thing all over again

♥ ♥ he will never make this easy

that's okay, neither will Kaveh in his own way