[It's the flutter of his nerves like hummingbird wings under his lungs that makes his breath hitch, almost close to a laugh, his lips twitching against that golden silky hair, and he releases a slow, stuttering exhale when Kaveh finally grabs his length and begins stroking him in kind, a reciprocal motion rather than his own and yet perfect.
Alhaitham knows what he knows, what he doesn't know, he knows that there's an even wider extent of what he doesn't know that he doesn't know, and this…
… he's not sure where it falls into. He's not sure he wants to categorize it yet.
All he does know, is that Kaveh's weight over him makes him feel grounded, attuned to the present and the material, the palpable, in a way that he's never once been. His warmth seeps into his own, and he wonders if the other hears his heartbeat, with how strongly it seems to beat he hears it in his temples.]
Should I, ah, call you Light of Kshahrewar, instead? [He's insufferable, still, a slight edge of a smile to his teeth as he groans into the side of his head, above his ear. He squeezes the grip on him just slightly when the architect's palm brushes a spot on his underside, and he presses his thumb to mirror on Kaveh's.] Do you like hearing that?
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Alhaitham knows what he knows, what he doesn't know, he knows that there's an even wider extent of what he doesn't know that he doesn't know, and this…
… he's not sure where it falls into. He's not sure he wants to categorize it yet.
All he does know, is that Kaveh's weight over him makes him feel grounded, attuned to the present and the material, the palpable, in a way that he's never once been. His warmth seeps into his own, and he wonders if the other hears his heartbeat, with how strongly it seems to beat he hears it in his temples.]
Should I, ah, call you Light of Kshahrewar, instead? [He's insufferable, still, a slight edge of a smile to his teeth as he groans into the side of his head, above his ear. He squeezes the grip on him just slightly when the architect's palm brushes a spot on his underside, and he presses his thumb to mirror on Kaveh's.] Do you like hearing that?