[ There's a slight smile on Kaveh's lips at the sound Alhaitham makes as his breath ghosts over the end of his arousal, at the way the other man tenses up as if afraid to move; with a sweet sound on his tongue he takes him into his mouth, starting with the tip alone before drawing him in deeper, one hand bracing against the other's thighs. A shudder dances through his veins when fingers reach to sweep his hair back from his face, to brush and caress over his skin, and Kaveh rewards him with a lowering of his head, drawing more of the other between his lips.
His tongue curls, dragging against the skin as he starts to move in a slow but steady rhythm, a low hum of pleasure on his lips. And what gag reflex won't allow him to take right now, he cups with the hand not helping him balance, stroking him in a counterrhythm.
Like this, he can't talk, but his eyes flick up, trying to catch what he can of the other's expression, something like a question in his eyesβ was it worth the momentary complaint, he wonders, humming lowly again. ]
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His tongue curls, dragging against the skin as he starts to move in a slow but steady rhythm, a low hum of pleasure on his lips. And what gag reflex won't allow him to take right now, he cups with the hand not helping him balance, stroking him in a counterrhythm.
Like this, he can't talk, but his eyes flick up, trying to catch what he can of the other's expression, something like a question in his eyesβ was it worth the momentary complaint, he wonders, humming lowly again. ]