[Alhaitham's mouth occupies itself with the side of Kaveh's neck, soft breaths slipping from the gasps that escape his lungs, as though sent by his heart, by the spikes of pleasure on his core.] I'm— [he starts, but doesn't finish, his voice already wrecked, despite how content it sounds, how softened by the intimacy of it all.]
Call me that again. [He whispers into Kaveh's ear, and he doesn't care if it sounds like a plea.]
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Call me that again. [He whispers into Kaveh's ear, and he doesn't care if it sounds like a plea.]