[ Perhaps he shouldn't, but Kaveh chuckles. It's a soft sound, sweet; really, he's enamored by the way Alhaitham rolls around and complains— it's cute. Of the two of them, he's likely the more experienced— especially when it comes to ridding other people of their clothing— and with the lines of the scribe's abdominal muscles revealed to him, with the fabric caught under his chin, Kaveh knows now, easily, what comes next.
He turns, untangles his legs in a deliberate action, allowing him vertical freedom of movement; where Alhaitham only just shimmied up along his body, Kaveh moves down so that he can press his mouth to the muscles, tongue flickering against skin, teeth scraping in soft nips and nibbles.
At the same time, his fingers grip the material caught on the other's chin, tugging it up and over his head and tossing it, unceremonious, to the side somewhere. ]
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He turns, untangles his legs in a deliberate action, allowing him vertical freedom of movement; where Alhaitham only just shimmied up along his body, Kaveh moves down so that he can press his mouth to the muscles, tongue flickering against skin, teeth scraping in soft nips and nibbles.
At the same time, his fingers grip the material caught on the other's chin, tugging it up and over his head and tossing it, unceremonious, to the side somewhere. ]
Better.