[Alhaitham rolls his hips as though he's proving a point, nose still tucked in the soft skin of Kaveh's neck. He rakes his teeth there, nipping in a response at being laughed at. It's warm, so beautifully warm and comfortable, he wants to bury himself in this spot and sleep until the world ends like this. With a shake of his head, he pulls back, grey locks dishevelled more than usual, eyes darkened with how good he feels.] What if I want you to not last, either?
[Taking hold of Kaveh's ribs with one hand, he pulls him in deeper while he thrusts once again, his other hand finding the architect's and weaving their fingers together as he leans in to kiss him hard.]
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[Taking hold of Kaveh's ribs with one hand, he pulls him in deeper while he thrusts once again, his other hand finding the architect's and weaving their fingers together as he leans in to kiss him hard.]