[ At the very least, Alhaitham is in house clothes so Kaveh doesn't need to explore the skin tight fabric of his usual shirt. It leaves him looking comfortably cozy underneath Kaveh, even with his skin flushed and his lips pink. When Kaveh moves to grind down against him, Alhaitham is more than happy to press up into Kaveh's motion and moans softly against Kaveh as a result.
He's half-hard and getting harder, aching in his pants with the strong desire to do more with Kaveh. He wants — he wants to fuck him, if he's honest with himself. The idea of Kaveh underneath him, moaning, losing himself, completely rabid with lust is all he can think about. He wants to make Kaveh feel good. He wants them to both feel good.
It's what has him changing their positions again. His hands clutch Kaveh around the waist, palms flat against his back underneath his shirt and then he uses his hips to lift Kaveh and press him back against the bed, rolling on top of him. From there it's easy to just kiss him into the mattress, hungry and wanting as their hips continue to grind against each other. ]
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He's half-hard and getting harder, aching in his pants with the strong desire to do more with Kaveh. He wants — he wants to fuck him, if he's honest with himself. The idea of Kaveh underneath him, moaning, losing himself, completely rabid with lust is all he can think about. He wants to make Kaveh feel good. He wants them to both feel good.
It's what has him changing their positions again. His hands clutch Kaveh around the waist, palms flat against his back underneath his shirt and then he uses his hips to lift Kaveh and press him back against the bed, rolling on top of him. From there it's easy to just kiss him into the mattress, hungry and wanting as their hips continue to grind against each other. ]