[ Kaveh's reasonably sure he's about to be ruined for anyone elseโ and when Alhaitham starts to move, he knows it's true. A sharp whine escapes him into what at the time is still a kiss, and his legs coil easily around the other's waist, locking down against him immediately to tug, pulling them together and nudging the other as deep as possible even as he fucks him open so hard and fast.
It's messy, but he doesn't need it to be anything else. There's time later to take it slow and sweet and romantic, time once they've worn each other out of the desperation and need felt for years and years, chased away the lingering resentment of loneliness and yearning. Let it be rough, let it be fast, and later Kaveh will show love, will crawl atop him with slow kisses and soft touches.
The thought leaves as soon as it comes to mind, ushered abruptly away by the shift in Alhaitham's angle, the way he fucks that big cock of his right into Kaveh's prostate. The blonde nearly whites out for a moment, eyes rolling back in his head as he cries outโ so loud, too loud. A whimper of embarrassment follows the sound; swallowed though it is by the proximity of Alhaitham's mouth to his, it's not enough.
But does that really matter? He can barely think straight anyway, thoughts scattering this way and that as the younger man continues to pound into him, every movement sending sparks of pleasure burning hot through his veins. He's not going to last long, body clenching and tightening on the other's cock as he tries to stave off his quickly-approaching orgasm, not wanting it to be over quite so soon even though he knows that they have as long as they want after this. Between them, his own hard cock jerks with each thrust, hot and flushed, leaking precum on his abdomen. ]
H-Haitham, I.. it's too much, I won't lastโ
[ Gods, does he want him to stop, to prolong it? Or to keep going, to push him over the edge screaming the whole way? He can't decide. He wants all of it. ]
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It's messy, but he doesn't need it to be anything else. There's time later to take it slow and sweet and romantic, time once they've worn each other out of the desperation and need felt for years and years, chased away the lingering resentment of loneliness and yearning. Let it be rough, let it be fast, and later Kaveh will show love, will crawl atop him with slow kisses and soft touches.
The thought leaves as soon as it comes to mind, ushered abruptly away by the shift in Alhaitham's angle, the way he fucks that big cock of his right into Kaveh's prostate. The blonde nearly whites out for a moment, eyes rolling back in his head as he cries outโ so loud, too loud. A whimper of embarrassment follows the sound; swallowed though it is by the proximity of Alhaitham's mouth to his, it's not enough.
But does that really matter? He can barely think straight anyway, thoughts scattering this way and that as the younger man continues to pound into him, every movement sending sparks of pleasure burning hot through his veins. He's not going to last long, body clenching and tightening on the other's cock as he tries to stave off his quickly-approaching orgasm, not wanting it to be over quite so soon even though he knows that they have as long as they want after this. Between them, his own hard cock jerks with each thrust, hot and flushed, leaking precum on his abdomen. ]
H-Haitham, I.. it's too much, I won't lastโ
[ Gods, does he want him to stop, to prolong it? Or to keep going, to push him over the edge screaming the whole way? He can't decide. He wants all of it. ]