[ The over-cant of Alhaitham's head gives Kaveh momentary pauseโ not into their kiss, but in his mind aloneโ is he inexperienced? Or just nervous the way the blonde is, those fingers pressing bruises into the space around the scribe's kneecaps. It's a mark that he should tread carefully, but the alcohol wins out over sensible thought for nowโ especially when the other groans.
He's barely aware of the sound on his own lips, but that on Alhaitham's, that groan, it does something to him, sets something alight in the deep of his gut that has him pressing closer, has the fingers on Alhaitham's face slide up and into his hair, pulling him in despite the worry of the moment just before.
Alhaitham can have whatever he wants; for sounds like that one, Kaveh will give him anything and everything.
Another soft sound answers the groan, the blonde's tongue skating over the scribe's lower lip in an echo of his thumb from moments before, teasing and seeking at the same time. ]
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He's barely aware of the sound on his own lips, but that on Alhaitham's, that groan, it does something to him, sets something alight in the deep of his gut that has him pressing closer, has the fingers on Alhaitham's face slide up and into his hair, pulling him in despite the worry of the moment just before.
Alhaitham can have whatever he wants; for sounds like that one, Kaveh will give him anything and everything.
Another soft sound answers the groan, the blonde's tongue skating over the scribe's lower lip in an echo of his thumb from moments before, teasing and seeking at the same time. ]