[ Kaveh gasps out when his near-begging for a reprieve he never really wanted is met instead with the same firm, hungry thrusts, Alhaitham continuing to piston into him in a way that he things might actually break him, leaving him able to do little more than arch and whine and sob, fingers tangled in, pulling at silver hair. It feels like they only just began, and he's hardly a virgin, he should be able to last longer, hold himself together, but every fucking thrust pulls the air out of his lungs, drives him closer and closer to a peak from which he can't return—
And in the moments that follow, he topples over, untouched and not needing to be, head fallen back against the pillow and Alhaitham's name a scream in the dim of the room, covering his own stomach and chest with the evidence of his release. Almost immediately, the stimulation—already too much in the moments leading up to his orgasm—is overwhelming, and he twists under the younger man, crying out again.
But he doesn't want him to stop. His fingers curl, his legs tighten around the other's, holding him in close, and Kaveh sobs into the space between them. ]
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And in the moments that follow, he topples over, untouched and not needing to be, head fallen back against the pillow and Alhaitham's name a scream in the dim of the room, covering his own stomach and chest with the evidence of his release. Almost immediately, the stimulation—already too much in the moments leading up to his orgasm—is overwhelming, and he twists under the younger man, crying out again.
But he doesn't want him to stop. His fingers curl, his legs tighten around the other's, holding him in close, and Kaveh sobs into the space between them. ]
Don't stop, don't stop—