[ And as it turns out, the way Kaveh is reacting is very, very positively. The blonde is practically writhing, fingers scrabbling against the tiled walls as if they can somehow fix the tremble in his knees, stop him from collapsing where he feels he's about to. He whines out the taller man's name, torn between rolling his hips back into that sinful tongue or forward into the touch of his hand. ]
Mm... not fair, not fairβ
[ Another whine in response to the sensation of that tongue dipping past him, and Kaveh's legs quake under his own weight. ]
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Mm... not fair, not fairβ
[ Another whine in response to the sensation of that tongue dipping past him, and Kaveh's legs quake under his own weight. ]
H-Haitham I dunno if I can stand upβ