[ The kiss that finds his mouth his met with hunger, Kaveh's arms both wrapping tight, tight, tight around Alhaitham's shoulders as he all but sobs, tears slipping unbidden down his cheeks as he clings to the other man for dear life. Every grind against his prostate has him gasping out, hips jackknifing, seeking more pleasure even as his body aches to make it stop, and his mouth against the younger man's is similarly lost, a mess of sloppy kisses and urgent, begging words.
Don't stop, too much, fuck me, please, love you, all fragmented phrases that slip from his tongue as urgent as ever, cried out in tune with each of Alhaitham's movements as if together they might form a song. It aches, it hurts, but it somehow still feels so good too, the pleasure building up as if it never left, and he thinks he could go once more, twice more, a hundred times more like this, taking every small piece of the pain in favor of how good it feels with Alhaitham fucking into him—
finally fucking him—
he's waited so long. His own doing in too many ways, but he's needed this and he finally has it, and— ]
Haitham, please— [ It's almost a wail into their kiss. ] I need you, need you to fill me—make me yours, please—
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Don't stop, too much, fuck me, please, love you, all fragmented phrases that slip from his tongue as urgent as ever, cried out in tune with each of Alhaitham's movements as if together they might form a song. It aches, it hurts, but it somehow still feels so good too, the pleasure building up as if it never left, and he thinks he could go once more, twice more, a hundred times more like this, taking every small piece of the pain in favor of how good it feels with Alhaitham fucking into him—
finally fucking him—
he's waited so long. His own doing in too many ways, but he's needed this and he finally has it, and— ]
Haitham, please— [ It's almost a wail into their kiss. ] I need you, need you to fill me—make me yours, please—