Be quiet. [He urges, tugging him back again to slot their lips together, and half of it is to shut Kaveh up, but the other sates the lack of warmth and taste of him in the air he breathes. Alhaitham was not expecting him to be so needful, to sound like it, all gasps and vocalizations that he never thought would come out of Kaveh's throat. And yet, each time they spend together, each day, is all about Kaveh testing their patience, their limits, in a way that he never thought would crave. And this time, he tangles his fingers in his hair, keeping Kaveh there in the kiss a bit harshly, as he breathes in deep and starts moving, thrusting again and again.]
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