[Carding fingers through long threads and sighing as he kisses back, Alhaitham relaxes in his place on this bed that smells of Kaveh, fragrant and heady and home. His eyes close, softened by the slow to and fro of their lips, suckling on the thin flushed skin, taking a deep breath to nudge his chest further into Kaveh's touch. He tells him that he could keep him there as much as he'd like, but the problem is that Alhaitham is finding solace in the circle of their arms, the warmth of their bodies. He's still kissing, his voice low and raspy, as he smiles subtly.] That's a problem, I may want to stay here longer than you'd like.
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