[He interrupts smoothly, quietly, cutting Kaveh off with another kiss. His chest aches again, strangely, and the briefest consideration that this entire thing was a mistake flits through his mind before it is just as quickly dismissed. He doesn't think so. Maybe it was something that they both needed.
Alhaitham glances up at where Kaveh's hands are cuffed up to the headrail, and decides that he doesn't like that right now. The older man would find his wrists released, and the scribe lightly guiding one of his arms up around him.]
I want you to hold on to me.
[His hand goes back to Kaveh's face, cradling it gently as he carefully adds a third finger to the two already thrusting into him.]
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[He interrupts smoothly, quietly, cutting Kaveh off with another kiss. His chest aches again, strangely, and the briefest consideration that this entire thing was a mistake flits through his mind before it is just as quickly dismissed. He doesn't think so. Maybe it was something that they both needed.
Alhaitham glances up at where Kaveh's hands are cuffed up to the headrail, and decides that he doesn't like that right now. The older man would find his wrists released, and the scribe lightly guiding one of his arms up around him.]
I want you to hold on to me.
[His hand goes back to Kaveh's face, cradling it gently as he carefully adds a third finger to the two already thrusting into him.]
... I want to see your face when you fall apart.