#did i connect a rauchy photo of what zarina talks about in that last scene? yes only click on the link when u ready

[zorkaya-moved]

[ quiet ] okay so i remember us talking about how kaveh would use his fingers in her mouth to make her stay quiet ... in a moment where they would ... go at it semi-publicly ... and i mean ... here it is

@avaere

A boring dinner with a boring opposite party meant little to nothing to her, but refusing an invitation would be harmful for future work and reputation. Though, it’s no longer a concern when Kaveh shows her that he, too, can be quite daring and bold in their fun. It seems he was just as bored, but never did Sokolova imagine he’d be alright with doing something so… alluring. When his warm touch was felt on her thigh, she would only show it by her small look of puzzlement on her face.

The professors notice her surprise but are fools enough to think it’s about their self-important matters, which she feeds with a polite and charming smile while spreading her legs just a bit, enough to let Kaveh’s hand have access to what he wants. Her heartbeat increases, she can feel herself becoming absolutely smitten by his actions, finding his actions to be the highest epitome of praise to her and a way to let her know that he’d do this to her. In public. Under this very table. In front of professors who are interested in the future improvements and research, wishing for two of the brightest minds to attend their meeting as they thought the combination of technology and medicine like before would make another breakthrough. 

Ah, but it didn’t really matter. The longer the talk went, the bolder Kaveh’s actions became and Zarina might have held off like a champion, only squeezing her thighs together when he’d tease her clit just a bit too much to cause her frown a bit on the outside and cover her mouth which started to worry the professors. She would only smile weakly and tell them (in a surprising stable voice) that she’s simply not feeling well from the heat. Sokolova would not deny that she loved Kaveh’s hands, his nimble fingers and bold touch. And right now, his hand and those fingers were causing her to feel her body’s temperature rise in an already warm room, wetness coating his digits as she felt closer and closer to something that’ll be impossible to ignore or to cover up in a silent manner. 

And her dearest architect? Oh, he looked as calm as ever, causing Zarina’s mind to switch to a sweeter and more submissive self. It’s like a switch has been flipped whenever Kaveh would show such assertiveness, a knowing look crossing his face when he’d glance over to her as she tried to hold back a sound, a strained smile making the professors not think much about it until Zarina let out a soft groan. 

Out loud. 

Fuck. 

“Miss Sokolova? Are you alright?” One of the professors asked, concern suddenly appearing on his face. 

Her beloved’s hand retro retreated from pleasing her. With a flushed face and just dazed enough look, she would massage temples, an apologetic smile appearing on her face. She’s an actor through and through. 

“I’m sorry but I… really don’t feel well,” she said, tugging on the collar on her dress. “The heat’s been… really bad to me.”

“Ah, yes, you are a Snezhnayan. Must be tough with such a different climate. Didn’t you say you were raised near the mountains of Snezhnaya?”

A thought flashes inside the woman’s mind: Let me go excuse myself, you old fuck. 

“Y-yes, that is correct,” she tries to keep herself from allowing a bite to appear in her voice. It’s easy, sure, but not when she knows Kaveh will catch the drift and follow her at a bit of a later date. “Allow me to excuse myself. I’ll ask the staff to show me where I can rest. I don’t want to interrupt your discussions.”

Every single bit of information already coded for her beloved to follow through: ask the staff member to which secluded room I went to.  

“Of course, Miss Sokolova! Once you feel better, please don’t hesitate to come back to us.” 

“I’m grateful for your generosity.  I hope staying in a cooler room will be beneficial for my state.” As she now looks at Kaveh, she reaches out to touch his hand. “Sorry, love, I should’ve listened to you this morning. Find me when you’re done, alright?”

More like: Finish this up and pretend you’re concerned, because I’m not waiting an eternity for you with how you made me crave you so much. 

As she would get up, she made sure to fox her skirt so there would be nothing seen before calling for one of the staff members and letting them escort her to a secluded room. Not even glancing back at Kaveh to not make it suspicious. 

Little did those foolish old geezers know that the architect would follow her afterward not to check on her well-being out of concern, but out of a similar need to get out and have true fun with each other. It took only a moment for them to reunite and kiss, hands seeking each other’s warmth, tugging clothes only until they remembered that they will need to get out of this closed room to meet once again with those fools who couldn’t help but stroke their own egos. Well, Kaveh stroked her thigh just right in exchange for their boring speeches, leading to the present where Kaveh did not help his date cool off but instead only added to the heat he started himself. An adoring event, surely, one where passion strikes again and they are insatiable when it comes to each other. 

It’s no surprise that now as the Amurta’s graduate is stifling her noises as the Light of Kshahrewar is placing open mouth kisses to her neck, his chest pressed against her back as she keeps herself upright by placing her hands against the wall to keep herself from falling down from how deeply inside of her the architect was at the moment. Skirt lifted, underwear moved aside, hips pressed against her ass flush while hands would caress her body through fabric, noting with a hum how she isn’t wearing her bra beneath this dress only to be met with a choked response of how it’s too hot but she’s wearing those nipple cover ups. It’s almost funny if he didn’t use that as a way to roughly massage her breasts through the fabric, forcing a choked gasp out of her only to be shushed. 

He must be smiling, she thinks, pressing her lips together as she finds it mind-blowing that Kaveh would initiate something like this. Happiness wells in her chest, adoration and love mix with passion and lust, creating a cocktail of warmth that makes her lower body move to meet his thrusts when she can. They need to be silent, there are still staff going around here and there and those imbeciles might come around looking for them. 

“K-Kaveh, ah,” it’s impossible to keep his mind out of her mouth, softer and sweeter mewls come out despite her wishes to keep the noises down. But he should know, he must know just how good he makes her feel with each move of his, hitting that sweet spot inside of her and feeling her walls squeeze his cock when his tip reaches that g-spot, causing her to let out those softer moans. Oh how obvious it is that she’s struggling to keep her sounds back, especially not with his hand moving down to play with her clit, making her glance back at him with surprised expression. He’s bringing out such reactions out of her. If they were fucked face to face, he could shut her up with a kiss, but like this? Oh, Archons, she’s in love with him and how bold he is today. It almost makes her knees go weak for that moment, especially when she sees that loving smile on his face and lust-filled maroon eyes. “I-I’m so close.”

Her voice trembles and her back arches as she slides down the wall a bit more, breathing heavily and holding back those mewls of pleasure. The feel of Kaveh’s warmth, his scent, his whispers for her to be quiet. It was melting her brain solely from the sheer amount of love she had for him. She’d be happy to be fucked by him in front of a party, become their most indulgent and erotic dreams from how good Kaveh made her feel. She’d moan loudly for everyone to hear just how no one would make her dearest architect would make her feel. 

“Feels, feels so good,” she can’t help but whisper, most likely noting the fact that they lacked any protection at the very moment. Fucking raw and being in this situation? Oh, he was spoiling her, driving her insane and addicted to him more. ( “We don’t have protection.” “I know, but that’s fine” “Where should I cum?” “Why not… inside me? If you’re ok with it. Or on my ass, Archons, Kaveh, I really don’t care.” ) And the way he fucked her now had some urgency to it, a sweet and pleasant urgency that spoke about their needs to satisfy each other fast to make sure they don’t disappear together for too long, else it’d become rather awkward if they are caught.

Her dazed mind doesn’t hear his soft warning, letting her know about the voices coming closer to where they are hiding. Not that Kaveh stops his movements, but he is urging her to stand up straighter so he could wrap his arm around her waist to bring her up for a kiss to muffle some of the sounds away as he knew very well that she’s close, unbelievably close, but her mind is swimming and one particularly sharp thrust makes her let out a loud gasp. If she were honest, Sokolova doesn’t quite register what happened but it seems that by pure accident, instead of turning her face to him for a kiss, his fingers would slip into her mouth, quite successfully muffling her. 

The voices she heard outside in that moment of clarity make Kaveh’s movements still, deeply sheathed into her while fingers remain inside of her mouth. 

“Master Kaveh? Is everything alright with Miss Sokolova?” A familiar older man’s voice is heard through the door and Zarin is too fucked out of her mind to reply, to answer, and stuffed in her mouth with a couple of fingers that previously pleased her under the table. 

And she’ll be honest, she’s heard fucking nothing of what her beloved said and if his voice sounded stable enough to keep them away. It seems they are away as she hears the soft sigh only, but her body is making her hear white noise in the mix with Kaveh’s voice, her only clarity. 

She feels like he’s about to apologize for shutting her up like this…

…But oh.

Zarina felt like exploding then and there when the way his pads would press against her tongue would make her clench around his cock, harder than before. His hand, oh his hands were everything to her. From hand holding to kissing to licking those fingers off her cum to just watching his write or work or tap his fingers against the table when he’d be thinking about something. She never really spoke about it to him, but this? This was perfect. This was a hidden wish of hers that’s been fulfilled by an accident. Her tongue licks the digits eagerly, and it seems that Kaveh understood that she is… very into it as he didn’t retrieve them. Instead, he moved them around, causing another stifled sound from the silverette, her pussy clamping down around him again and it seems like he groaned himself at that tight sensation. 

No, did he ask her if she likes it? Or did he make a statement that she does like this? She can’t tell, her body felt like this was the last straw to snap before her mind goes blank, white and she feels her climax hitting. Her eyes roll back from the sensation, not caring anything about how her spit would roll down her chin as she was more than happy to have his fingers inside her mouth. It’s amazing how she doesn’t sound louder but her body trembles under Kaveh, shaking from her orgasm as she knows her eyes are teary and the room is too fucking hot to breathe normally in. Their heavy breathing is muffled by each of their attempts as she can feel the architect fuck her through her orgasm, thrusts getting sloppier and she moans on his fingers, overstimulated body crying out in pleasure as she would’ve begged for him to cum inside her if not for her mouth being occupied by his fingers. 

And those fingers do a tremendous job. 

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“M-Miss Sokolova?!” The older professor’s worried words are like white noise, too as Sokolova leans against Kaveh, putting most of her weight on him as she felt his hand wrapped around her waist to keep her stable, to help her walk. Certainly, it’s amazing how no one even questioned them, but maybe it’s because of Kaveh’s spectacular ability to look downright incredible no matter what he does. A fix to his hair, his clothes, helping Sokolova herself with fixing herself up to the best of their combined ability. 

“I-I’m sorry, everyone,” she sounds hushed, cheeks still flushed but to those who don’t know she’d look like she’s having a fever. “I ruined this dinner for everyone… with my heat stroke.” Naturally, she has the mind to make them feel guilty and to turn their minds away from trying to analyze her state and Kaveh’s state. 

“Please do not apologize! Master Kaveh, let’s continue this meeting next time. Sage Naphis won’t hear the end of me if Miss Sokolova cannot attend the next meeting,” the older man says jokingly, but also showing genuine worry for the other’s well-being. “Thank you so much for accepting my invitation, Master Kaveh. I’m looking forward to our next meeting.”

Pleasant goodbyes are exchanged and the couple leaves the restaurant alone to meet the colder evening breeze. It's heard how the staff murmurs about the two leaving together, wondering if it's really a heat stroke and if maybe it was something different. However, most would shush those who'd say anything naughty, stating how worried the architect looked when he asked for a glass of water.

It feels a bit awkward to walk alone, especially in heels, but they make it possible, together.

“Kaveh,” Zarina suddenly says, still leaning against the man with a smile, holding back a pearl of laughter. “Once we’re back home, we’re fucking against the wall again but facing each other and my leg on your shoulder.”

A moment of silence. 

“Or want to repeat what we’ve done but now with letting me suck those fingers of yours better?” 

That certainly comes out as a purr, she places her hand on top of his that rests on her waist. 

They’re not done yet.