[Were this any other time, when Alhaitham wasn't still fuzzy-minded from the wine, and he'd do a whole show of straddling Kaveh's hips, roll up the skin-tight top he prefers off of him. As in, though, he grumbles, tumbles to the side with a thud, their legs tangled, and he pulls at the fabric in a way that's obviously practiced, but deterred by slow and sloppy movements.
He groans, arches on the bed like a disgruntled cat as the shirt gets stuck under Alhaitham's chin.]
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He groans, arches on the bed like a disgruntled cat as the shirt gets stuck under Alhaitham's chin.]