[ Alhaitham speaks, and Kaveh shakes his head, a soft and helpless laugh on his lips as he purses them against that soft kiss, a protest even as he accepts the movement and twines his own legs in return, half-seated against the other despite the fact that they're lying tangled together. ]
Don't say that. [ The words come as a whisper, followed by a soft nip of his teeth against Alhaitham's lower lip. ] Because I want toβ
[ How is it, he wonders, that he's still practically aching with need despite the afterglow still settling heavy in his veins? His nerve endings are sensitive and sore, but he wants more. ]
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Don't say that. [ The words come as a whisper, followed by a soft nip of his teeth against Alhaitham's lower lip. ] Because I want toβ
[ How is it, he wonders, that he's still practically aching with need despite the afterglow still settling heavy in his veins? His nerve endings are sensitive and sore, but he wants more. ]