[The way that his hands keep twitching and flexing against the headrail speak volumes of how much he wants to touch the head between his thighs. Alhaitham's breathing catches, he gasps softly, and between the dual sensation of Kaveh's hand on his cock and the teeth and tongue drawing up a mark on the firm skin of his inner thigh one of his arms drops.
He touches Kaveh's hair.
Gently, at first. The other man may not even notice how Alhaitham's fingertips skim over blond locks, but then his fingers lightly weave into them and lightly grip, just enough to be felt but not enough for force Kaveh's head to move at all.
And should Kaveh take that moment to look at him he would find Alhaitham flushed, his pupils large and dark, sweat darkening the small wisps of ashen grey at his hairline.]
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He touches Kaveh's hair.
Gently, at first. The other man may not even notice how Alhaitham's fingertips skim over blond locks, but then his fingers lightly weave into them and lightly grip, just enough to be felt but not enough for force Kaveh's head to move at all.
And should Kaveh take that moment to look at him he would find Alhaitham flushed, his pupils large and dark, sweat darkening the small wisps of ashen grey at his hairline.]