[ The sound on Kaveh's lips, when Alhaitham rushes forward to catch his mouth again, is rich with delight, filthier with want than it has any right to be over something as simple as kissing. His lips part to the seeking pleasure of the scribe's tongue, rewarding him by catching it between his lips in the same way that the other did before. His fingers flex, burying deep into the other's hair, a gentle tug of silver strands as the blonde seeks a more comfortable position on his lap.
He no longer cares how selfish he is being. After all, the press of the other's mouth to his, the teeth nipping and tugging to draw him back, are proof all by themselves that Alhaitham wants this too. And if it's just because he's drunkβ
Mm, if it's just because he's drunk, Kaveh will deal with the fallout later. Right now, he wants nothing more than to enjoy this. ]
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He no longer cares how selfish he is being. After all, the press of the other's mouth to his, the teeth nipping and tugging to draw him back, are proof all by themselves that Alhaitham wants this too. And if it's just because he's drunkβ
Mm, if it's just because he's drunk, Kaveh will deal with the fallout later. Right now, he wants nothing more than to enjoy this. ]