[ The nip to Kaveh's neck makes the older man hiss out through his lips, and at least until his hands are captured and pushed over his head, his fingers thread through Alhaitham's hair, touching and exploring what he can easily reach as the other kisses his way down his neck, collar bones, ribs. Under the attention, he's quickly growing hard, and the single moment the younger takes to look at the rest of his underwear has him biting back a soft moan, a twitch of pleasure running through him, fingers tightening in his hair. ]

If you don't want me to have breath to talk, take it away.

[ Is it a challenge? Maybe, but one he very quickly reconsiders as his wrist is taken, both of them caught and pushed above his head.

Will you keep them here—?

And it would be so, so easy to say yes, to give in to him. But he remembers already: Alhaitham likes to take his time exploring, and Kaveh— Kaveh likes wants craves the praise but doesn't want to make it too easy for him either, and—

(And there are other considerations too, things he's wanted to try out...)

He lifts his chin, a glint of a challenge in his eyes, and Kaveh immediately tugs a hand free of him so he can thread it around Alhaitham's neck in the attempt to pull him down into a kiss. ]

If you wanna be certain, [ he breathes, ] there are handcuffs in the top drawer.