[Kaveh engulfs him like a flame, and Alhaitham pushes deep, the deepest he could, wanting to bury himself under his skin and never leave again. He holds him as tight as he can, filling him as he gasps his name into his ear, like it's holy, like it's poetry itself. And when his shivers die down, Alhaitham goes quiet, so quiet, and so still. He's never felt peace like this.]
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