Every point of contact burns. The tension of his thighs against Kaveh's, the pressure of his forehead leaning into him, each point where he's gripping against him with a slightly-too-tight hold. Alhaitham exhales slowly, inhales, exhales again, and forces himself to relax. He pushes that rising tide back and feels himself shaking with the effort, something irritated and impatient sparking in the back of his mind that demands more.
It's... intense. His cock throbs, hard and flushed and beading precum in clear warning of how close he is to orgasm. The scribe presses his mouth hard and firm to Kaveh's and kisses him deeply, reproachfully biting at his lower lip when they part.]
Mm... now-- now what?
[Is that Alhaitham requesting direction..? Wonders surely will never cease.]
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Every point of contact burns. The tension of his thighs against Kaveh's, the pressure of his forehead leaning into him, each point where he's gripping against him with a slightly-too-tight hold. Alhaitham exhales slowly, inhales, exhales again, and forces himself to relax. He pushes that rising tide back and feels himself shaking with the effort, something irritated and impatient sparking in the back of his mind that demands more.
It's... intense. His cock throbs, hard and flushed and beading precum in clear warning of how close he is to orgasm. The scribe presses his mouth hard and firm to Kaveh's and kisses him deeply, reproachfully biting at his lower lip when they part.]
Mm... now-- now what?
[Is that Alhaitham requesting direction..? Wonders surely will never cease.]