[ Kaveh stops before Alhaitham even tells him to do so, taking his cue from the palm pressed flat against his forehead to push him away. For a moment, red eyes look up unblinking and wide, and then back at the other's flagging arousal, and as he swipes the back of his hand across his mouth the most horrible, uncomfortable feeling sinks deep in his skin, andโ ]
I'm sorryโ
[ But he falls silent again because Alhaitham is talking.
I don't want that from you. Or anyone.
He swallows hard, looking up at him with a small smile, even as it quavers on his lips. It's not about him, he has to tell himself. It's not that Alhaitham doesn't want him. It's something about the sensation, it's not a rejection..
It's not a rejection.
A deep breath, and his smile strengthens, something genuine and gentle. ]
Okay. That's okay. [ Maybe later he'll ask him about it, find out what it is he doesn't like so that he knows for the future. But right now he doesn't wanna spoil the mood, soโ ]
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I'm sorryโ
[ But he falls silent again because Alhaitham is talking.
I don't want that from you. Or anyone.
He swallows hard, looking up at him with a small smile, even as it quavers on his lips. It's not about him, he has to tell himself. It's not that Alhaitham doesn't want him. It's something about the sensation, it's not a rejection..
It's not a rejection.
A deep breath, and his smile strengthens, something genuine and gentle. ]
Okay. That's okay. [ Maybe later he'll ask him about it, find out what it is he doesn't like so that he knows for the future. But right now he doesn't wanna spoil the mood, soโ ]
Will you tell me what you do want from me?