[Nose burying in those golden locks, Alhaitham breathes in gently, a deep, slow, chest-expanding breath as he takes in Kaveh's scent. His eyes open a mere increment as he watches him snuggle close, murmur all these sweet nothings as he's riding down the tides of their climax. He almost starts shaking his head, but instead, he settles back with his eyes closed, knuckles brushing along the line of the architect's bicep.] Hm? I don't think I heard you.
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