[ The ease of Alhaitham's breath is deceptive, and in the end, Kaveh realizes what's happening too late. He feels the way the younger's body stiffens, the way his fingers dig, but it's too late to stop, and the blonde bites his lip at the sensation of the other spilling over his hand.
...Fuck.
He smiles as the other's forehead presses into his own, stroking over him a few more times as he finishes before coming to a rest. His free hand lifts to gently stroke across his cheek, as if to soothe and relax him. Kaveh aches with the embarrassment of having screwed it up for him, having obviously started over again too soon without enough time to rest, and there's an apology on the tip of his tongue but he doesn't want to take the moment away from the other just yet.
And so he uses his hand to tilt Alhaitham's face into his, a soft meeting of their lips. ]
How are you feeling? [ he whispers, following the words with another kiss. Maybe, if the younger man enjoyed himself, it doesn't matter too much that he fucked up. All Kaveh wanted was him to feel good anyway... ]
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...Fuck.
He smiles as the other's forehead presses into his own, stroking over him a few more times as he finishes before coming to a rest. His free hand lifts to gently stroke across his cheek, as if to soothe and relax him. Kaveh aches with the embarrassment of having screwed it up for him, having obviously started over again too soon without enough time to rest, and there's an apology on the tip of his tongue but he doesn't want to take the moment away from the other just yet.
And so he uses his hand to tilt Alhaitham's face into his, a soft meeting of their lips. ]
How are you feeling? [ he whispers, following the words with another kiss. Maybe, if the younger man enjoyed himself, it doesn't matter too much that he fucked up. All Kaveh wanted was him to feel good anyway... ]