You clearly don't know me well enough. [He chuckles into Kaveh's mouth, stealing a kiss, two. Three for good measure, as he pulls him up by the waist, settles the architect on his lap to straddle him instead. He'll always want him, always has, and doesn't ever imagine that stopping. Alhaitham has been holding this torch, burning his fingers for longer and more often than Kaveh has burned himself out.
His eyes open just enough so he can look at him through his eyelashes, even as he keeps kissing him, even if he strokes up and down his back, his thighs, his sides.] Guide me, then, Senior. How do you want to do this?
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His eyes open just enough so he can look at him through his eyelashes, even as he keeps kissing him, even if he strokes up and down his back, his thighs, his sides.] Guide me, then, Senior. How do you want to do this?