[He barely notices when his hand skirts around Kaveh's waist, brushing the small of his back, touching the warm, alcohol-softened patch of his skin. Not until he digs his fingertips into the base of his spine, feels it moving closer, and Alhaitham does nothing but steady him until there's almost no space between them. The scribe feels his breath hitch, the feel of his naked torso finally sinking into his mind, becoming aware of how smooth he feels despite the hard angles of a hard-working body.
Kaveh kisses playfully, reciprocating in the same way he does, so he explores, allows himself to try things that he never really thought he could. The thought of him has haunted him even in his waking hours, following him about his daily tasks like a persistent gnat, an illusion of what he thought he would be, born of a desire and a loneliness that could never be satiated until now, by the real thing. And the real thing is so much better, warm and alive, arching his back.]
This can't be comfortable for you... [Not that Alhaitham does anything to change it, what with him too distracted licking further into his mouth, teasing the corner of his lips, tracing it along the line of his teeth.]
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Kaveh kisses playfully, reciprocating in the same way he does, so he explores, allows himself to try things that he never really thought he could. The thought of him has haunted him even in his waking hours, following him about his daily tasks like a persistent gnat, an illusion of what he thought he would be, born of a desire and a loneliness that could never be satiated until now, by the real thing. And the real thing is so much better, warm and alive, arching his back.]
This can't be comfortable for you... [Not that Alhaitham does anything to change it, what with him too distracted licking further into his mouth, teasing the corner of his lips, tracing it along the line of his teeth.]