[He hasn't quite forgotten what he needs to - what he needs to tell Kaveh when it's time - but it keeps slipping in and out of his mind as he languidly moves against him. Alhaitham isn't loud. He rarely has been at any point they have been together, but that doesn't mean that his enjoyment is any less clear. He leans into each kiss, rocks his hips against Kaveh's hand, and as he feels the pleasure bubbling up in him curling into a tight heat in the pit of his stomach--]
Stop--
[Gods, he almost forgot entirely. A sharp breath hisses in between his teeth as he grabs hold of Kaveh's wrist and looks at him urgently before pressing their foreheads together.]
Ah-- hah. If you touch me again, I'm--
[It's hard to hold it back even without Kaveh's hand on him. The scribe's expression pinches slightly as he huffs out a strained gasp.]
no subject
Stop--
[Gods, he almost forgot entirely. A sharp breath hisses in between his teeth as he grabs hold of Kaveh's wrist and looks at him urgently before pressing their foreheads together.]
Ah-- hah. If you touch me again, I'm--
[It's hard to hold it back even without Kaveh's hand on him. The scribe's expression pinches slightly as he huffs out a strained gasp.]