[ The flush on his cheeks shows no signs of abating as Alhaitham's eyes appear to be trained on his own actions, Kaveh biting back a low, soft moan at the sensation of that finger pushing into him. The kisses help, giving him something to focus on and ground himself with, and he returns them with a sort of abandon as his heart picks up in his chest, almost pounding with the sensations.

And then the scribe is breaking the kisses to ask questions, and the blonde is blinking in overwhelmed confusion, frustration curving his lips downward for the barest of moments before the brush of that curved finger finds exactly the right spot and has a moan sneaking out of him unbidden, eyelids fluttering as he peers up at Alhaitham in silence for a moment or two.

What would he do? What wouldn't he do— ]

I'd touch you. [ His voice is low. Hushed and trembling. ] Take my time exploring you and.. mm, and find the places you like the most. That feel the best for you too. And I'd... kiss you more often too— sometimes I want to kiss you but you're sitting up and I can't—

[ He stops, almost abruptly, before he can ramble too much more. ]