[ kalim's whims are war-torn, frayed right down to the faded fibers. he wants to kiss jamil breathless and senseless, steal the very taste from his tongue and rob him of his scheming mind. he wants to break away and savor every inch of skin jamil is baring, let his gaze chase the fabric as it falls away, and drink in the perfection it's uncovering. he wants to touch, weave himself in -- his ardent adoration, his desperate devotion -- until jamil can feel him viscerally. he wants so much, too much; it's an addiction he can't tear himself from until jamil drifts away of his own accord, and brings kalim to heel with a single word.
there's a spark now, a fervent fire catching behind kalim's eyes and blazing mischief in his grin. somehow -- and it's a deep dig, nigh impossible despite that bottomless well of patience and goodwill -- kalim summons up the fortitude to even the playing field, at least a little. it's hard with so many layers and scarves, but he leaves a trail of shed garments in his wake, a flurried dervish that bares him down to his slacks (and his headwrap went with the hastily-shed shirt, but the rest of the adornments are too troublesome; the jewelry will have to stay, for now, clatter and ring though it may), before he's close enough to catch jamil around his waist and tip them toward the bed. ]
You're coming with me!
[ so stated, while kalim collapses over the bolsters and drags jamil over him. the bare skin is distracting enough, and every point of contact lights up kalim's every nerve, bathes him in pleasured warmth until he's dizzy and gasping from it. maybe it's only imagined, but kalim could swear this feels a hundred-thousand times more intense with the enormity of gratitude behind it. as if he's so thankful to have his hands on jamil that his very nerves are soaking in the sensation. jamil must be able to see it, radiating in kalim's smile while he bites his lip, fingers following every dip and rise over jamil's stomach, his chest, his neck, until they come to rest beneath his jaw and guide their gaze to meet again. ]
Here he is, my beloved. [ timbre so warm, eyes so soft. ] My heart, my soul.
﴾ jamil senses it like a thread of smoke, immediately and sourly. his low scowl, his muffled "no, kalim—" are gone with all the garments left to wrinkle on the ground, swept up in the same gilded maelstrom that spits him out the other side almost — very nearly — shaking with laughter. it's incredibly inconsiderate when jamil is obviously not in the mood for fun or whimsy in any measure, but the trouble is in the action of rebuking kalim for his transgressions when his heart is so full of warmth and delight.
because it does end so perfectly, credit is due for that. their dance is a lifetime in the making and kalim is nothing if not a capable partner, his hands in all the right places, every breath and touch as familiar to him as the home that they share. not that kalim ever misses an opportunity to knock him off his rhythm, revoltingly rude when he's already swept jamil off his feet in the most literal sense, freezing him in his own skin when he is only just beginning to enjoy this moment of shameless indulgence. his fingers still as they skate over kalim's chest and his face runs red with a deep flush.
if only there wasn't so much happening in kalim's eyes, perhaps jamil would have a better response. as it is, his mind blanks instead, and the hand that had been holding on to him moments before flattens against kalim's cheek and turns his face away instead. ﴿
Don't want to hear it.
﴾ if kalim keeps speaking — there's no way for jamil to know what will become of it, but he knows in that dependable, never, ever wrong part of himself that something terrible will happen. world-ending catastrophe levels of terrible. if he has to smother kalim a little as he rises up above him, if he has to pin him to the bed by his jaw and snap his hips cruelly, then kalim should be glad that jamil is doing this for the sake of them both. ﴿
You've such a restless mouth tonight. I wish you'd spend this energy more productively, Kalim.
[ even with his face pressed sideways into the bedcover, kalim laughs. full and sweet and trailing out to a soft hum when their hips crash together. jamil's venom may as well be the sentiment returned. he comes with fangs and knives, and that's the surest sign kalim's stirred something within him. where's the wisdom in tempting a viper's strike? kalim's never been able to put his finger on it, but it's endlessly rewarding.
kalim takes jamil by the hand that's pinning his face, lifts it just enough that he can turn his head and drag his lips along the palm side of jamil's fingers. ]
Restless, or lonely? Empty! How could this happen on your watch?
[ Empty! as if it's jamil's responsibility to keep kalim's mouth occupied. a problem rectified in very short order, when kalim's lips part around jamil's fore and middle fingers, then sink them both deep into his mouth. his teeth trap them behind the second joint, tongue all searing velvet between them, hot as the scarlet eyes that refuse to leave jamil's face. ]
I can be very productive. [ it comes out muffled while he drags his teeth to jamil's fingertips. and then, when they're finally free: ] Do you have any suggestions?
﴾ well who else's responsibility would it be? perish the thought of one of those slimy eel brothers getting into that decadent mouth; jamil would have to scrub it out with bleach for the rest of kalim's life. no, it is his responsibility, and for that, he heaves a great sigh even as his stormy eyes are charting the progress of kalim's wandering lips, his fingers wicking along the shape of them indulgently. ﴿
Must I hold your hand in everything?
﴾ minimal bitching; that is all he has to say about retrieving kalim's other hand, as if one out of the two is not nearly enough to hold him. perhaps not the way jamil is moving, rocking on kalim's lap as he coasts that captured hand down the bare skin of his belly and sways his sagging pants down low. not impatient but imperative, and only because kalim is being such a provocateur. ﴿
I like you here.
﴾ still spoiled as a little sultan, but beneath him, eyes aglow like fire rubies and a trove of pearls in his gleaming smile. slithering up kalim's chest feels like seizing the finest throne in the world, and there's really no helping the way that his fingers smooth over kalim's face and wash over his mouth; jamil isn't the type to dote, but a little coveting in private quarters never hurt anyone. irreparably.
besides, kalim has no reason to go anywhere. jamil feeds him every inch of skin he bares, winding his hips against those luxurious lips as his fingers climb to catch in his hair. ﴿
I suppose— ﴾ a sharp, catching breath swells behind clenched teeth. ﴿ I'll take care of the rest.
[ jamil is truly too kind, guiding kalim down and slithering his way up, mapping all the pathways kalim should follow to please him. kalim would call it entitlement if he had any capacity to argue the notion. and he doesn't. there's nowhere he wants jamil more than right here, against his mouth, and-- ]
I like you here too.
[ too sincere from a tongue that can paint its shameless way down jamil's body like this. too earnest from lips that don't hesitate to pull bruises from jamil's groin. too delicate between teeth that worry jamil's tenderest skin into roseate bloom. kalim gives himself away with soft hums and quiet whimpers, falling hot against every corner of flesh his mouth comes to assail.
if nothing else, this can be kalim's service to jamil. there's power in the hold he has over kalim, and that grip has nothing to do with spellwork or hypnotism. it's a different kind of magic altogether, subtle but unshakeable. the world, the moon, the stars; they could all belong to jamil alone, if only he would ask for them, and kalim's under no illusions regarding the lengths he would go to, to keep jamil right where he is. so until jamil realizes his own power, kalim will serve him just like this; a tireless tool in devotion to his pleasure, bending without question to his undeniable will. ]
Take care--? [ breathy, dazed, while kalim stubbornly pulls at jamil's pants, and works them down around his knees. and before he continues, he has to swallow hard against the way his mouth waters when his tongue finally pulls slow -- hilt to head -- along the underside of jamil's cock. ] Mm. Just stay here.
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there's a spark now, a fervent fire catching behind kalim's eyes and blazing mischief in his grin. somehow -- and it's a deep dig, nigh impossible despite that bottomless well of patience and goodwill -- kalim summons up the fortitude to even the playing field, at least a little. it's hard with so many layers and scarves, but he leaves a trail of shed garments in his wake, a flurried dervish that bares him down to his slacks (and his headwrap went with the hastily-shed shirt, but the rest of the adornments are too troublesome; the jewelry will have to stay, for now, clatter and ring though it may), before he's close enough to catch jamil around his waist and tip them toward the bed. ]
You're coming with me!
[ so stated, while kalim collapses over the bolsters and drags jamil over him. the bare skin is distracting enough, and every point of contact lights up kalim's every nerve, bathes him in pleasured warmth until he's dizzy and gasping from it. maybe it's only imagined, but kalim could swear this feels a hundred-thousand times more intense with the enormity of gratitude behind it. as if he's so thankful to have his hands on jamil that his very nerves are soaking in the sensation. jamil must be able to see it, radiating in kalim's smile while he bites his lip, fingers following every dip and rise over jamil's stomach, his chest, his neck, until they come to rest beneath his jaw and guide their gaze to meet again. ]
Here he is, my beloved. [ timbre so warm, eyes so soft. ] My heart, my soul.
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because it does end so perfectly, credit is due for that. their dance is a lifetime in the making and kalim is nothing if not a capable partner, his hands in all the right places, every breath and touch as familiar to him as the home that they share. not that kalim ever misses an opportunity to knock him off his rhythm, revoltingly rude when he's already swept jamil off his feet in the most literal sense, freezing him in his own skin when he is only just beginning to enjoy this moment of shameless indulgence. his fingers still as they skate over kalim's chest and his face runs red with a deep flush.
if only there wasn't so much happening in kalim's eyes, perhaps jamil would have a better response. as it is, his mind blanks instead, and the hand that had been holding on to him moments before flattens against kalim's cheek and turns his face away instead. ﴿
Don't want to hear it.
﴾ if kalim keeps speaking — there's no way for jamil to know what will become of it, but he knows in that dependable, never, ever wrong part of himself that something terrible will happen. world-ending catastrophe levels of terrible. if he has to smother kalim a little as he rises up above him, if he has to pin him to the bed by his jaw and snap his hips cruelly, then kalim should be glad that jamil is doing this for the sake of them both. ﴿
You've such a restless mouth tonight. I wish you'd spend this energy more productively, Kalim.
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kalim takes jamil by the hand that's pinning his face, lifts it just enough that he can turn his head and drag his lips along the palm side of jamil's fingers. ]
Restless, or lonely? Empty! How could this happen on your watch?
[ Empty! as if it's jamil's responsibility to keep kalim's mouth occupied. a problem rectified in very short order, when kalim's lips part around jamil's fore and middle fingers, then sink them both deep into his mouth. his teeth trap them behind the second joint, tongue all searing velvet between them, hot as the scarlet eyes that refuse to leave jamil's face. ]
I can be very productive. [ it comes out muffled while he drags his teeth to jamil's fingertips. and then, when they're finally free: ] Do you have any suggestions?
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Must I hold your hand in everything?
﴾ minimal bitching; that is all he has to say about retrieving kalim's other hand, as if one out of the two is not nearly enough to hold him. perhaps not the way jamil is moving, rocking on kalim's lap as he coasts that captured hand down the bare skin of his belly and sways his sagging pants down low. not impatient but imperative, and only because kalim is being such a provocateur. ﴿
I like you here.
﴾ still spoiled as a little sultan, but beneath him, eyes aglow like fire rubies and a trove of pearls in his gleaming smile. slithering up kalim's chest feels like seizing the finest throne in the world, and there's really no helping the way that his fingers smooth over kalim's face and wash over his mouth; jamil isn't the type to dote, but a little coveting in private quarters never hurt anyone. irreparably.
besides, kalim has no reason to go anywhere. jamil feeds him every inch of skin he bares, winding his hips against those luxurious lips as his fingers climb to catch in his hair. ﴿
I suppose— ﴾ a sharp, catching breath swells behind clenched teeth. ﴿ I'll take care of the rest.
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I like you here too.
[ too sincere from a tongue that can paint its shameless way down jamil's body like this. too earnest from lips that don't hesitate to pull bruises from jamil's groin. too delicate between teeth that worry jamil's tenderest skin into roseate bloom. kalim gives himself away with soft hums and quiet whimpers, falling hot against every corner of flesh his mouth comes to assail.
if nothing else, this can be kalim's service to jamil. there's power in the hold he has over kalim, and that grip has nothing to do with spellwork or hypnotism. it's a different kind of magic altogether, subtle but unshakeable. the world, the moon, the stars; they could all belong to jamil alone, if only he would ask for them, and kalim's under no illusions regarding the lengths he would go to, to keep jamil right where he is. so until jamil realizes his own power, kalim will serve him just like this; a tireless tool in devotion to his pleasure, bending without question to his undeniable will. ]
Take care--? [ breathy, dazed, while kalim stubbornly pulls at jamil's pants, and works them down around his knees. and before he continues, he has to swallow hard against the way his mouth waters when his tongue finally pulls slow -- hilt to head -- along the underside of jamil's cock. ] Mm. Just stay here.