[ He cries out when Alhaitham fills him, the sensation as overwhelming as anything else and yet still moreso, the tears still streaming from his eyes on account of the excessive stimulation—and yet he wants to keep going, wants them to continue even as he feels his lover slow, feels the younger start to go lax atop him, movements staggered in a way that speaks to his own overstimulation, his own exhaustion.

Kaveh's fingers tangle into Alhaitham's hair, holding him close, and his head drops back, a panted moan escaping his lips, long and drawn-out as he struggles to come to his senses.

His free hand finds Alhaitham's shoulder, and squeezes. ]

It's okay—Haitham, it's okay, you can, hngh... you can stop, you...

[ Another breath, Kaveh trying to steady himself through the sensations, trying to fight the deep-seated urge to keep begging for more, to be responsible in the face of how much he wants— ]

You can stop, and we can catch our breath, and then... then we can go again. Right?

[ He reaches now for Alhaitham's face, turns it back to his so he can lean up and kiss him sweetly. ]