[ Kaveh hums in soft content into Alhaitham's mouth, and if the scribe hears the gentle clink of the cuff metal against the headrail, it's only because the blonde's first instinct is the wrap his arms around the younger's shoulders and hold him as they kiss. For as much as the other man has a tendency to annoy him, there's something about the gentleness of his mouth that has Kaveh melting, craving more. More that he knows he's going to get, even if the presence of the handcuffs promises a slow burn, and plenty of frustration.
Frustration brought almost immediately by the way Alhaitham lifts his knee and starts to pepper kisses down the inside of his thigh, the blonde's hips trembling and trying to lift slightly under the sudden sensation. He whimpers,
and then comes the kicker, soft words that make his eyes widen, his breath catch in his throat. Heβ ]
...Really? I do?
[ His voice is soft, but edged with a surprising heaviness, eyes averted in a way that will tell Alhaitham (as if he doesn't already know) that Kaveh asks from a genuine place, not from one of greed or desire. He's not sure what he was expecting, but it wasn't that, and he hates the way his stomach does a stupid little flip-flop at the words, leaving his mouth dry. ]
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Frustration brought almost immediately by the way Alhaitham lifts his knee and starts to pepper kisses down the inside of his thigh, the blonde's hips trembling and trying to lift slightly under the sudden sensation. He whimpers,
and then comes the kicker, soft words that make his eyes widen, his breath catch in his throat. Heβ ]
...Really? I do?
[ His voice is soft, but edged with a surprising heaviness, eyes averted in a way that will tell Alhaitham (as if he doesn't already know) that Kaveh asks from a genuine place, not from one of greed or desire. He's not sure what he was expecting, but it wasn't that, and he hates the way his stomach does a stupid little flip-flop at the words, leaving his mouth dry. ]