[Alhaitham shifts in turn, a subtle roll of his thigh against the twitch of Kaveh's hips working in counterpoint to the steady thrust of fingers inside him. How it feels this time, the difference, is something that the younger man allows to wash over him, pushing a few pieces into place.
He pulls back, briefly kisses Kaveh's lips again, then deliberately rolls his fingertips over the man's prostate.]
Good boy. [Alhaitham murmurs gently. He is not one for false or insincere praise and has been quietly thinking his way through how he might like to present it, how Kaveh might like to hear it from him, and he thinks he can make it work.
The tone is a soft, sincere one as he speaks into the small space between their lips.]
You're doing so well for me. [Their eyes meet. He softly bumps the tips of their noses together.] So well-behaved.
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He pulls back, briefly kisses Kaveh's lips again, then deliberately rolls his fingertips over the man's prostate.]
Good boy. [Alhaitham murmurs gently. He is not one for false or insincere praise and has been quietly thinking his way through how he might like to present it, how Kaveh might like to hear it from him, and he thinks he can make it work.
The tone is a soft, sincere one as he speaks into the small space between their lips.]
You're doing so well for me. [Their eyes meet. He softly bumps the tips of their noses together.] So well-behaved.