[ Kaveh's eyes shoot up, a momentarily amused look on his face as he shakes his head. Only an idiot would think that Kaveh somehow wanted to mark Alhaitham as his.
And yet, he thinks, as he works to pull the other's pants down and over his hips, catching his underwear with them so that the scribe's arousal can lift free of its confines (making Kaveh bite his lip as his eyes are drawn), and yet right now are they not doing something explicitly for the two of them? Something he's never done beforeβ something he presumes Alhaitham has never done before?
Doesn't that, in some small way, make Alhaitham his? ]
Don't be stupid.
[ The words are almost spat out, but the anger is more at himself than it is Alhaitham. With a sigh, he drops his mouth to leave kisses over the other man's chest, and at the same time he takes his erection into his hand, starting to please it with smooth, quick strokes. ]
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And yet, he thinks, as he works to pull the other's pants down and over his hips, catching his underwear with them so that the scribe's arousal can lift free of its confines (making Kaveh bite his lip as his eyes are drawn), and yet right now are they not doing something explicitly for the two of them? Something he's never done beforeβ something he presumes Alhaitham has never done before?
Doesn't that, in some small way, make Alhaitham his? ]
Don't be stupid.
[ The words are almost spat out, but the anger is more at himself than it is Alhaitham. With a sigh, he drops his mouth to leave kisses over the other man's chest, and at the same time he takes his erection into his hand, starting to please it with smooth, quick strokes. ]