Who: Alhaitham & Kaveh Status: Closed Where: Wherever the whimsy takes them What: Kaveh's birthday! But also of waltzes, more slice of life and the usual chaos gays Warnings: 🏳️🌈🏳️🌈🏳️🌈
[Who could ever resist the tempting prospect of a good fried chicken?
...at least, that's what Alhaitham had said to his husband when asked why he chose this particular job off the notice board. Or at least something to that extent. How true that really is though, well. That's something which perhaps the greater world may never know.
(The fried chicken is really, really good though. That much he can attest to—its half the reason why he'd even recognized the name of Colonel Cluckbeard in the first place, after all.)
Still, no matter how delicious fried chicken can be, having to constantly smell all of those eleven herbs and spices (whatever they are) isn't exactly something that's as enticing as its made out to be, especially with how strong they are. Which is why Alhaitham has long since retreated to one of the balconies, where the smell isn't as thick and cloying, and any bit of fresh air that he can have gives some much needed reprieve.]
[Kaveh's enjoying himself more than he thought he would. Then again, the moment he mentioned this job to the seamstress, she'd worked overtime to make them both seamlessly blend in with the guests....or so she said, but in Kaveh's opinion, Alhaitham looks far too handsome to be one of the Colonel's guests.
Anyway.
He does notice when Alhaitham slips away and he can guess at why, so Kaveh grabs a glass of wine and heads after him to the balcony, setting the glass on the railing within Alhaitham's reach.]
...I still don't understand all the fuss about a spice blend, for the record.
[The footsteps are of course the first thing that he picks up on, but he doesn't bother to turn around, since its not like he feels even the hint of a threat whatsoever. After all, there's really only one person who'd be able to find him here, and the soft clink of a glass being set down tells him everything that he needs to know.]
I'm sure you're much more familiar than I about how the chefs in Fontaine are known to fight tooth and nail over their recipes. [He says with a small huff as he opens his eyes and turns his head over to glance at the other.] Would this not be something in the same vein?
[So maybe a spice blend isn't the same as a full on recipe. But there's no denying the success it has brought the businessman, considering the venue they are in right now.]
I've been to Fontaine once, I'm hardly the Sumeran Ambassador to the nation.
[Kaveh snorts, but he still tips his head. Sure, he knows Alhaitham's seen this outfit on him--they had some trouble getting out of the house while Kaveh was wearing it--but that doesn't mean he won't bask in it.]
I don't think even Dori would pull something this ridiculous.
[Yeah, Kaveh might have only been to Fontaine once, but its certainly one more time than Alhaitham. The best he's been to was Liyue, and even that wasn't anything to write home about.
He gives a small, considering hum to the idea of Dori—Lord Sangemah Bay, Sumeru's most shrewd businesswoman and potentially one of the richest person in Teyvat—trying to capitalize on the idea of a secret spice blend and snorts quietly.]
Probably not, if only because she'd attempt something else entirely. [He muses out loud, eyes still on Kaveh—though they have never truly left from the moment Alhaitham had glanced over to him. He'd been looking, and still continues to look without any remorse, just as he makes no effort to hide how his gaze lingers around Kaveh's waist, the shape of it far more defined than usual due to the corset that's on him as part of his attire for tonight. While he can't deny the craftsmanship that had went into both of their clothes for this event, as far as Alhaitham is concerned, there is no competition as to who looks far better in their given clothes.
Then again, Kaveh has always looked amazing, regardless of what he wears or how he looks.]
Ugh, I don't even want to think about how she'd behave in a world like this...
[Surely, Dori has her limits, but those limits aren't where any reasonable person's are, and she's extremely shrewd...yeah, no, that's enough to make him shudder.]
We don't have to worry about that right now. We fished one enterprising thief out of the kitchen so it'll probably be quiet for a little bit.
[Yeah, no, Alhaitham certainly doesn't want to spare any extra thought for a person like Dori if he can help it—not because he dislikes her or anything (he certainly has never found her an agreeable sort), but mostly because he'd rather spend that mental energy on something far more worthwhile. Like his husband, who looks far too attractive to remain outside here for even a second longer, if Alhaitham had his way. Not that he really gets a chance to have that daydream, considering what Kaveh says next.]
Hm, so someone actually did try to get it. [Another musing as he finally goes to take the glass that Kaveh had brought out for him, giving the alcohol in it a swirl before taking a sip.] I suppose that does prove its legitimacy, at least to the people that matter.
[Then again, it could just be a plant to make the whole thing believable... but who knows. Doesn't change the fact that the chicken is truly one of the best that he's had.]
I don't understand why they're even keeping the recipe so secret, while bragging about how secret it is.
[Kaveh sighs, and shakes his head. But at least the wine here is delicious--fruity, deep, barely alcoholic-tasting, which is why he brought Alhaitham a glass.]
Either way, I guess we've got some quiet before the next batch of guards comes in, to enjoy as we see fit.
[A thoughtful hum from Alhaitham as he takes another sip of his drink—flavorful in the right ways, though he hadn't expected anything less. There's never been a reason to doubt what his husband gives him, after all.
...but drink aside, its clear that his husband is also angling for something, with a comment like that, but Alhaitham decides to feign ignorance at the moment, just to see what Kaveh will do.]
[Kaveh chuckles a little, but he steps closer to Alhaitham on the balcony--not close enough to crowd, but definitely putting temptation within arm's reach, as it were.]
After all, ridiculousness of this all aside, this is a ball, and we're already dressed for the occasion, no?
[Kaveh doesn't even need to be within arm's reach to be tempting, frankly, but Alhaitham appreciates the consideration... when he gets around to it, anyway. For now he'll just be here taking another sip from his glass.]
I'm almost certain you only agreed to do this just so you can have an excuse to get more clothing.
[He makes that remark with a small huff. While there's no denying how well-made these clothes are—as with all clothes that Kaveh gets for him, really—he doesn't need to point out how unnecessary they are. Were they even going to wear this anymore after this night?]
[Only a fool would think himself wholly immune to Kaveh's charms now that he's this close, and Alhaitham has never been a fool. Well, at least not for this.]
After all the work it took to get you into them? [He returns wryly, though that doesn't stop him from reaching out and run one hand down the side of Kaveh's waist, fingers tracing over that now succinctly defined waistline that's so easy to picture wrapping his hands around.] It would be a shame to let all that effort go to waste.
[...he says that, but it doesn't lessen the heat of his gaze as he continues to let his fingers trace over the edge of that corset.]
[Kaveh's birthday has always been a tricky thing to navigate around, be it in the past when they were still students in the Akademiya or even now in the present, with the both of them having grown in maturity and understanding.
...if anything, Alhaitham supposes it is that growth that has granted him the ability to be more tactful about all of this. When they were younger all he'd seen was his senior's tendency for self-flagellation, using a day others typically would use to celebrate one's existence as a means to shame himself further, allowing the guilt to take away all the joy that he does not feel deserving of. He remembers how much that had frustrated him back then, not understanding why he would persist with such fruitless behavior until much, much later.
In some ways, its almost strange how despite all the differences that time has granted onto them, some things still fundamentally remain the same—and Kaveh's birthday happens to be one of those things. Though the guilt of his father's passing has long been resolved, it does not change the reality of what has happened, and as the days creep ever closer to July 9th, there is no way to miss the subtle shift in the other's demeanor.
Ironic, really, how despite the lack of sudden ghost hauntings this time, the spirit of Kaveh's father is still here to haunt his child all the same.
But Alhaitham, of course, isn't going to let something like that deter him. Birthdays are sentimental things, yes, but if there is one thing he has come to let himself be sentimental with, then it is with his husband without a doubt. For what else is he meant to do with the one he chose, but love?
So he makes the necessary preparations in their house, informs the staff at the cafe that they'll be gone for the entirety of the 9th, and instructs Mehrak to not disturb them unless 1) either of them calls for it or 2) there is an actual, world-ending emergency happening.
With all of that settled the only thing left to do is to celebrate the day itself, but Alhaitham doesn't wait until then to do so; for him, the celebration starts the night before, where he allows Kaveh his indulgences and lets the architect enjoy himself however he wants, and when they fall into bed at the end of the night Alhaitham makes sure to wrap Kaveh tightly in his arms—a tangible reminder that he will always be here for him, no matter what.
The morning of the day itself starts off slow and lazy, with the two of them trading drowsy, warm kisses that inevitably become something more. That in and of itself is nothing new, but what is different is when Alhaitham eventually rolls them over to press Kaveh down against the sheets, making sure that his husband has nothing else to do besides letting himself feel every inch of love and devotion that Alhaitham imprints onto his body, a reaffirmation of the promise that he made to Kaveh last June—that he has chosen Kaveh, and will always choose Kaveh, no matter the time and place and everything else in-between. There will never be anything more important to him than his senior, his mirror, his other half. His Kaveh.
Most of the day passes by in a blur after that—one that comprises of tangled limbs and shared breaths and the ever present warmth of the sun always right within his reach. It's only when the sky from the windows start to turn dusky does he finally let himself step away from his currently sleeping husband, if only because their food isn't going to cook itself (at least, for this particular instance).
Given what he's making, its not too much of a surprise that the smell of their dinner eventually comes wafting over from the kitchen. Alhaitham, at least, isn't too concerned, and when Mehrak informs him that Kaveh is about to wake up, he gets the toolbox to bring over a glass of water to the bedroom so that his husband can hydrate himself as soon as he wakes. Their activities for the day had been rather strenuous, after all.]
This is not surprising in and of itself--it is early July, and this world has always trended to tropical. But more than the summer heat, it is the warm that sits in his chest and spreads languidly through his (tired, aching) limbs that really lingers with him as he stirs from his impromptu nap that afternoon.
As much as Kaveh tries, he cannot fully escape the grief and the lingering guilt that follows him--particularly two days out of the year. And this year is worse than others, knowing that his father never really made it past 32 years of age. To know every day he lives now is one more than his own father hurts in a way Kaveh doesn't know how to describe or explain.
He didn't need to say anything to Alhaitham, and as he never brings it up to anyone of this world, Kaveh hadn't spoken of it at all in the week leading up to the 9th. But Alhaitham still took it upon himself to provide a distraction, one that in retrospect started the previous night and lasted all the way to this evening...
Kaveh is warm. Warm, and achey, and very pleasantly sore. Thirsty, he thinks, and as he wakes up he is growing more aware he is hungry, but neither of these things are cause for alarm. He simply has to pull himself up to sitting first to solve any of that--it can't be hard. He smells something delicious in the house.
...But his husband isn't here. The bed still smells of Alhaitham, and so instead of sitting up, Kaveh has snatched the other pillow and burrowed himself in blankets, seeking that missing warmth and scent.]
[Alhaitham hadn't been too far off from finishing up when he'd sent Mehrak off on that errand, and by the time the toolbox returns to report its failure to get Kaveh to drink some water he's more or less done. The only thing left to do is for him to finish up setting the table—which he does in record time—and once that's settled its off to the bedroom to retrieve his husband.
Despite know the state in which he had left Kaveh in, Alhaitham still can't help but huff at the sight that greets him as he steps into their bedroom. He walks over to the bundle of pillows and blankets in the middle and reaches in, gently running his fingers through frazzled blonde hair that pokes out at the top as he murmurs just loud enough for the other to hear:]
[Kaveh makes a grumbling noise, whining at the fact he's being made to get up and not being cuddled by husband right now, but he does sit up, groggily rubbing at one of his eyes. He's sleepy enough still to not be connecting the fact Alhaitham probably had to make dinner and he's really very hungry--what Kaveh cares about is he is not being cuddled right this instant, which means he's definitely pouting.]
[Nothing about Kaveh's reaction is surprising—if anything, its pretty much expected—but its still more than enough to draw out a bemused huff from Alhaitham, and he can't quite stop himself from leaning down to kiss away that adorable pout.]
You already know that it'll be worth it. [He murmurs again after pulling away just enough for their gazes to meet, words and voice full of promise.] The bed will still be here after.
He does, however, give his husband one more kiss to placate him, one hand brushing through his hair to tame down the worst of that bedhead. Even if its the privacy of their own home he figures Kaveh wants to look at least a little decent for his celebratory dinner, after all.]
Drink this first. [He says, other hand now bringing over the glass of water Mehrak had failed to deliver earlier.] You should probably wash up a little too, unless you intend to eat while swathed in blankets.
[Not that Alhaitham really minds... but he'd rather Kaveh feel however he wants to be.]
[Kaveh does contemplate this as he returns to a more wakeful version of himself, and takes the glass of water. It's true he doesn't necessarily want to eat dinner buck naked, but....]
[...well, Alhaitham can't say that he should be surprised by this development.
He gives a small, contemplative hum himself, and then—as soon as Kaveh puts the half-drunk glass of water back down, sweeps in to unceremoniously scoop his husband right into his arms, with blankets and all.]
Then I suppose we'll need to take a more direct approach to this.
[Which, again, is not really something that Alhaitham minds at all. Far from it, actually.
Its almost a shame that the bathroom isn't that far away from the bedroom.]
[Kaveh laughs, startled and delighted, and throws his arms around Alhaitham's shoulders. They're at home, so there's no need to even pretend he doesn't enjoy being carted around like this--being pampered and spoiled isn't half-bad, even if he still needs to tell himself it's because Alhaitham enjoys doing it so much.]
This is your direct approach, huh? Will this actually get me cleaned up?
[Says this with a huff as he brings the both of them into the bathroom and sets Kaveh down to sit at the edge of the tub. When he pulls back he takes the blankets along with him, revealing his husband in his full glory...
And as much as Alhaitham truly has no intention of doing anything, there's no way to hide how his eyes darken as he sweeps his gaze over the scattering of marks that are visibly prominent on his husband's body. He's never claimed to be anything less than selfish, after all.]
[Kaveh chuckles a bit, but he doesn't fluster or shy away from that gaze, only lifts his chin a little bit in challenge. He is really hungry, and he wants dinner...but he can't deny he likes being wanted this much.
It's humbling. Sometimes, it's a little scary. But the proof how much Alhaitham wants him is etched into his skin--Kaveh doesn't even want to deny it.]
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...at least, that's what Alhaitham had said to his husband when asked why he chose this particular job off the notice board. Or at least something to that extent. How true that really is though, well. That's something which perhaps the greater world may never know.
(The fried chicken is really, really good though. That much he can attest to—its half the reason why he'd even recognized the name of Colonel Cluckbeard in the first place, after all.)
Still, no matter how delicious fried chicken can be, having to constantly smell all of those eleven herbs and spices (whatever they are) isn't exactly something that's as enticing as its made out to be, especially with how strong they are. Which is why Alhaitham has long since retreated to one of the balconies, where the smell isn't as thick and cloying, and any bit of fresh air that he can have gives some much needed reprieve.]
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Anyway.
He does notice when Alhaitham slips away and he can guess at why, so Kaveh grabs a glass of wine and heads after him to the balcony, setting the glass on the railing within Alhaitham's reach.]
...I still don't understand all the fuss about a spice blend, for the record.
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I'm sure you're much more familiar than I about how the chefs in Fontaine are known to fight tooth and nail over their recipes. [He says with a small huff as he opens his eyes and turns his head over to glance at the other.] Would this not be something in the same vein?
[So maybe a spice blend isn't the same as a full on recipe. But there's no denying the success it has brought the businessman, considering the venue they are in right now.]
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[Kaveh snorts, but he still tips his head. Sure, he knows Alhaitham's seen this outfit on him--they had some trouble getting out of the house while Kaveh was wearing it--but that doesn't mean he won't bask in it.]
I don't think even Dori would pull something this ridiculous.
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He gives a small, considering hum to the idea of Dori—Lord Sangemah Bay, Sumeru's most shrewd businesswoman and potentially one of the richest person in Teyvat—trying to capitalize on the idea of a secret spice blend and snorts quietly.]
Probably not, if only because she'd attempt something else entirely. [He muses out loud, eyes still on Kaveh—though they have never truly left from the moment Alhaitham had glanced over to him. He'd been looking, and still continues to look without any remorse, just as he makes no effort to hide how his gaze lingers around Kaveh's waist, the shape of it far more defined than usual due to the corset that's on him as part of his attire for tonight. While he can't deny the craftsmanship that had went into both of their clothes for this event, as far as Alhaitham is concerned, there is no competition as to who looks far better in their given clothes.
Then again, Kaveh has always looked amazing, regardless of what he wears or how he looks.]
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[Surely, Dori has her limits, but those limits aren't where any reasonable person's are, and she's extremely shrewd...yeah, no, that's enough to make him shudder.]
We don't have to worry about that right now. We fished one enterprising thief out of the kitchen so it'll probably be quiet for a little bit.
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Hm, so someone actually did try to get it. [Another musing as he finally goes to take the glass that Kaveh had brought out for him, giving the alcohol in it a swirl before taking a sip.] I suppose that does prove its legitimacy, at least to the people that matter.
[Then again, it could just be a plant to make the whole thing believable... but who knows. Doesn't change the fact that the chicken is truly one of the best that he's had.]
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[Kaveh sighs, and shakes his head. But at least the wine here is delicious--fruity, deep, barely alcoholic-tasting, which is why he brought Alhaitham a glass.]
Either way, I guess we've got some quiet before the next batch of guards comes in, to enjoy as we see fit.
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[A thoughtful hum from Alhaitham as he takes another sip of his drink—flavorful in the right ways, though he hadn't expected anything less. There's never been a reason to doubt what his husband gives him, after all.
...but drink aside, its clear that his husband is also angling for something, with a comment like that, but Alhaitham decides to feign ignorance at the moment, just to see what Kaveh will do.]
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After all, ridiculousness of this all aside, this is a ball, and we're already dressed for the occasion, no?
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I'm almost certain you only agreed to do this just so you can have an excuse to get more clothing.
[He makes that remark with a small huff. While there's no denying how well-made these clothes are—as with all clothes that Kaveh gets for him, really—he doesn't need to point out how unnecessary they are. Were they even going to wear this anymore after this night?]
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[Kaveh laughs, but leans a little closer, close enough to murmur into Alhaitham's ear.]
Besides, don't you always enjoy the process of getting these off me later?
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After all the work it took to get you into them? [He returns wryly, though that doesn't stop him from reaching out and run one hand down the side of Kaveh's waist, fingers tracing over that now succinctly defined waistline that's so easy to picture wrapping his hands around.] It would be a shame to let all that effort go to waste.
[...he says that, but it doesn't lessen the heat of his gaze as he continues to let his fingers trace over the edge of that corset.]
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...if anything, Alhaitham supposes it is that growth that has granted him the ability to be more tactful about all of this. When they were younger all he'd seen was his senior's tendency for self-flagellation, using a day others typically would use to celebrate one's existence as a means to shame himself further, allowing the guilt to take away all the joy that he does not feel deserving of. He remembers how much that had frustrated him back then, not understanding why he would persist with such fruitless behavior until much, much later.
In some ways, its almost strange how despite all the differences that time has granted onto them, some things still fundamentally remain the same—and Kaveh's birthday happens to be one of those things. Though the guilt of his father's passing has long been resolved, it does not change the reality of what has happened, and as the days creep ever closer to July 9th, there is no way to miss the subtle shift in the other's demeanor.
Ironic, really, how despite the lack of sudden ghost hauntings this time, the spirit of Kaveh's father is still here to haunt his child all the same.
But Alhaitham, of course, isn't going to let something like that deter him. Birthdays are sentimental things, yes, but if there is one thing he has come to let himself be sentimental with, then it is with his husband without a doubt. For what else is he meant to do with the one he chose, but love?
So he makes the necessary preparations in their house, informs the staff at the cafe that they'll be gone for the entirety of the 9th, and instructs Mehrak to not disturb them unless 1) either of them calls for it or 2) there is an actual, world-ending emergency happening.
With all of that settled the only thing left to do is to celebrate the day itself, but Alhaitham doesn't wait until then to do so; for him, the celebration starts the night before, where he allows Kaveh his indulgences and lets the architect enjoy himself however he wants, and when they fall into bed at the end of the night Alhaitham makes sure to wrap Kaveh tightly in his arms—a tangible reminder that he will always be here for him, no matter what.
The morning of the day itself starts off slow and lazy, with the two of them trading drowsy, warm kisses that inevitably become something more. That in and of itself is nothing new, but what is different is when Alhaitham eventually rolls them over to press Kaveh down against the sheets, making sure that his husband has nothing else to do besides letting himself feel every inch of love and devotion that Alhaitham imprints onto his body, a reaffirmation of the promise that he made to Kaveh last June—that he has chosen Kaveh, and will always choose Kaveh, no matter the time and place and everything else in-between. There will never be anything more important to him than his senior, his mirror, his other half. His Kaveh.
Most of the day passes by in a blur after that—one that comprises of tangled limbs and shared breaths and the ever present warmth of the sun always right within his reach. It's only when the sky from the windows start to turn dusky does he finally let himself step away from his currently sleeping husband, if only because their food isn't going to cook itself (at least, for this particular instance).
Given what he's making, its not too much of a surprise that the smell of their dinner eventually comes wafting over from the kitchen. Alhaitham, at least, isn't too concerned, and when Mehrak informs him that Kaveh is about to wake up, he gets the toolbox to bring over a glass of water to the bedroom so that his husband can hydrate himself as soon as he wakes. Their activities for the day had been rather strenuous, after all.]
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This is not surprising in and of itself--it is early July, and this world has always trended to tropical. But more than the summer heat, it is the warm that sits in his chest and spreads languidly through his (tired, aching) limbs that really lingers with him as he stirs from his impromptu nap that afternoon.
As much as Kaveh tries, he cannot fully escape the grief and the lingering guilt that follows him--particularly two days out of the year. And this year is worse than others, knowing that his father never really made it past 32 years of age. To know every day he lives now is one more than his own father hurts in a way Kaveh doesn't know how to describe or explain.
He didn't need to say anything to Alhaitham, and as he never brings it up to anyone of this world, Kaveh hadn't spoken of it at all in the week leading up to the 9th. But Alhaitham still took it upon himself to provide a distraction, one that in retrospect started the previous night and lasted all the way to this evening...
Kaveh is warm. Warm, and achey, and very pleasantly sore. Thirsty, he thinks, and as he wakes up he is growing more aware he is hungry, but neither of these things are cause for alarm. He simply has to pull himself up to sitting first to solve any of that--it can't be hard. He smells something delicious in the house.
...But his husband isn't here. The bed still smells of Alhaitham, and so instead of sitting up, Kaveh has snatched the other pillow and burrowed himself in blankets, seeking that missing warmth and scent.]
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Despite know the state in which he had left Kaveh in, Alhaitham still can't help but huff at the sight that greets him as he steps into their bedroom. He walks over to the bundle of pillows and blankets in the middle and reaches in, gently running his fingers through frazzled blonde hair that pokes out at the top as he murmurs just loud enough for the other to hear:]
Wake up, senior. It's time for dinner.
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[Kaveh makes a grumbling noise, whining at the fact he's being made to get up and not being cuddled by husband right now, but he does sit up, groggily rubbing at one of his eyes. He's sleepy enough still to not be connecting the fact Alhaitham probably had to make dinner and he's really very hungry--what Kaveh cares about is he is not being cuddled right this instant, which means he's definitely pouting.]
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You already know that it'll be worth it. [He murmurs again after pulling away just enough for their gazes to meet, words and voice full of promise.] The bed will still be here after.
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[Kaveh harrumphs a little--what good is the bed if Haitham isn't in it!!!--but he leans into the kiss, only to pout more when Alhaitham leans away.]
I'll hold you to that promise.
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[That much Alhaitham says with easy confidence.
He does, however, give his husband one more kiss to placate him, one hand brushing through his hair to tame down the worst of that bedhead. Even if its the privacy of their own home he figures Kaveh wants to look at least a little decent for his celebratory dinner, after all.]
Drink this first. [He says, other hand now bringing over the glass of water Mehrak had failed to deliver earlier.] You should probably wash up a little too, unless you intend to eat while swathed in blankets.
[Not that Alhaitham really minds... but he'd rather Kaveh feel however he wants to be.]
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[Kaveh does contemplate this as he returns to a more wakeful version of himself, and takes the glass of water. It's true he doesn't necessarily want to eat dinner buck naked, but....]
...Might be a little tricky.
[He's still pretty boneless, here.]
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He gives a small, contemplative hum himself, and then—as soon as Kaveh puts the half-drunk glass of water back down, sweeps in to unceremoniously scoop his husband right into his arms, with blankets and all.]
Then I suppose we'll need to take a more direct approach to this.
[Which, again, is not really something that Alhaitham minds at all. Far from it, actually.
Its almost a shame that the bathroom isn't that far away from the bedroom.]
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This is your direct approach, huh? Will this actually get me cleaned up?
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[Says this with a huff as he brings the both of them into the bathroom and sets Kaveh down to sit at the edge of the tub. When he pulls back he takes the blankets along with him, revealing his husband in his full glory...
And as much as Alhaitham truly has no intention of doing anything, there's no way to hide how his eyes darken as he sweeps his gaze over the scattering of marks that are visibly prominent on his husband's body. He's never claimed to be anything less than selfish, after all.]
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[Kaveh chuckles a bit, but he doesn't fluster or shy away from that gaze, only lifts his chin a little bit in challenge. He is really hungry, and he wants dinner...but he can't deny he likes being wanted this much.
It's humbling. Sometimes, it's a little scary. But the proof how much Alhaitham wants him is etched into his skin--Kaveh doesn't even want to deny it.]
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