[ Kaveh sighs when Alhaitham's mouth forms a trail of kisses up along his skin, tries to tilt his head to catch that kiss and whining when he fails, especially because the other is busy teasing him, using his lack of specificity against him— not for the first time, and probably not the last. Whether he learns from it, though, remains to be seen.

Likely, he won't.

Right now, his hips arch, and he presses up against Alhaitham's fingers, a whine on his lips in response to the thumb rubbing circles over his perineum even as the other presses knuckle-deep; he tries to glare, and fails. ]

Another— nn, another finger. I just need.. a little more before you take me yourself. Please... That's— that's specific enough, right?