[ Under his touch, he can feel Alhaitham hardening again, and he sighs between their kisses as his free hand curls up into the younger's hair, stroking through the strands and nails scratching light against the scalp. It's not what he had planned, but it's still nice, and in the end the most important thing is that he makes Alhaitham feel good, and—

and it doesn't quite stop his expression from faltering at the comment, eyes finally opening— to show a hint of irritation in red instead of whatever vulnerable softness was there before. ]

If I thought you were commenting on my prowess, you'd no longer be in my bed. [ There's a hint of venom in his voice, perhaps not as strongly as it might have been if they weren't kissing just moments before, but still there.

Then, his strokes pause, and he sighs, eyes flitting away. ]

Sorry. Let's just... not talk about that right now. Not when I'm...

[ A shake of his head, a stronger fire in his gaze as it meets Alhaitham's again. ]

After, okay?