[ He's just enjoying their kisses, relishing in the way Alhaitham silently shows his appreciation, when all of a sudden the younger man hisses out and grabs at his wrist, huffing out the words to explain himself (not that Kaveh needs an explanation this time, having understood immediately what was happening). He smiles, and his hands lift to stroke across Alhaitham's cheeks as if to soothe and comfort him through the loss of pleasure as he waits for him to come down far enough from his high that he can continue.
(And he's privately amazed, just a little, at the scribe's sheer willpower, the strain in his expression as he struggles to stave off his own orgasm.) ]
Just breathe.
[ It's a whisper, his eyes soft and fond as he watches the other, fingers smoothing over his cheeks, lips stealing a quick, soft kiss. ]
Breathe through it. You're doing so well, Alhaitham.
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(And he's privately amazed, just a little, at the scribe's sheer willpower, the strain in his expression as he struggles to stave off his own orgasm.) ]
Just breathe.
[ It's a whisper, his eyes soft and fond as he watches the other, fingers smoothing over his cheeks, lips stealing a quick, soft kiss. ]
Breathe through it. You're doing so well, Alhaitham.