[ They're kissing. Alhaitham is kissing Kaveh and Kaveh is not balking or pushing him away or any of the myriad of things Alhaitham has thought up in his nightmares. No, Kaveh is kissing him back and he's making noises. Noises of want, eager for Alhaitham to kiss him and that's all Alhaitham has ever wanted.
He kisses him harder then, the hand on his shoulder dropping to wrap around his waist and press his chest against Kaveh's even more. The hand holding his cheek grips him firmly as the kiss turns needful, desperate. Alhaitham has wanted to kiss Kaveh for so long, he wants to devour him. He doesn't want idle kisses between two scared teens that he imagined way back when. He wants to claim Kaveh, to make him his.
It's what has him pressing Kaveh back, a step or two before he's pressed against the wall next to Alhaitham's bedroom door. Then the hand on his cheek moves, pressing his arm flat against the wall and clenching his hand into a fist as he kisses Kaveh with want, with hunger, with a deep-seated possessiveness. ]
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He kisses him harder then, the hand on his shoulder dropping to wrap around his waist and press his chest against Kaveh's even more. The hand holding his cheek grips him firmly as the kiss turns needful, desperate. Alhaitham has wanted to kiss Kaveh for so long, he wants to devour him. He doesn't want idle kisses between two scared teens that he imagined way back when. He wants to claim Kaveh, to make him his.
It's what has him pressing Kaveh back, a step or two before he's pressed against the wall next to Alhaitham's bedroom door. Then the hand on his cheek moves, pressing his arm flat against the wall and clenching his hand into a fist as he kisses Kaveh with want, with hunger, with a deep-seated possessiveness. ]