[ At a different time, in a different place, Kaveh can see himself teasing Alhaitham for his dry way of speaking about something so passionate. But right now, he doesn't have it in him— largely because for some reason, that same dry way of speaking is doing something to him right now.
His lips part to attempt to stage a protest, but then fingers press over that one damn spot again, and he cries out instead, head tilting back against the pillow, eyelids fluttering and draping over his eyes as he whines. ]
Alhaitham—
[ Fuck. Fuck, he's so close, and it feels like they've barely started, and Alhaitham is right here, and being so nice, and— ]
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His lips part to attempt to stage a protest, but then fingers press over that one damn spot again, and he cries out instead, head tilting back against the pillow, eyelids fluttering and draping over his eyes as he whines. ]
Alhaitham—
[ Fuck. Fuck, he's so close, and it feels like they've barely started, and Alhaitham is right here, and being so nice, and— ]