[Leaving no expanse of skin untouched or unkissed, Alhaitham slowly crawls back upwards, stopping just shy of his lips as he looks down at Kaveh, brushes his hair away from his face, that stubborn strand that keeps falling between his eyes.] More? How much more? [He smiles, tipping his head gently, just enough to tease a kiss a feather away. Kaveh asking for him is the sweetest of melodies, even as he hisses and complains.
He knows he's being contrary. But riling up Kaveh—in more ways than one—gets him to release all the tension he has. Forget about how loud he's being, who may be listening, who may be seeing him in his most true, most genuine self, whimsical and willful and angry at cards he's been given.
Alhaitham twists his fingers, thrusts them into the last knuckle, presses his thumb against the skin of his perineum and rubs small circles there.] Be specific, Kaveh.
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He knows he's being contrary. But riling up Kaveh—in more ways than one—gets him to release all the tension he has. Forget about how loud he's being, who may be listening, who may be seeing him in his most true, most genuine self, whimsical and willful and angry at cards he's been given.
Alhaitham twists his fingers, thrusts them into the last knuckle, presses his thumb against the skin of his perineum and rubs small circles there.] Be specific, Kaveh.