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Aʅԋαιƚԋαɱ ([personal profile] sapio) wrote in [personal profile] indigently 2023-08-29 08:24 pm (UTC)

[He almost doesn't answer, his core is tight as a vice, his legs sitting very still. The back of Alhaitham's head bumps the headboard of the bed, but he doesn't care, not when he's trying his best not to fist his fingers into the bedsheets, not to roll his hips further into the warmth of Kaveh's mouth.

The humming, doesn't help, and the Scribe swallows down something that could may as well be his heart—that's ridiculous, that's no way humanly impossible.

It's only when Kaveh hums again in questioning that he realizes that he had scrunched his eyes shut, and the view from his angle is—

He's not coming back from this. Kaveh's lips glisten in the low light. His dark eyelashes fan over the highs of his flushed cheeks and they're not coming back from this.

All he can think of is the words he once read when Kaveh's mother sent him books from Fontaine:

'Aprés moi, le déluge.'

He cradles Kaveh's cheek and lets his thumb touch the corner of Kaveh's lips, his own parting with a hiss as he touches along his length being engulfed again. Feels the hollowing of his cheeks as he pulls back. He's mesmerizing. No one should look this beautiful with a dick in their mouth.

The tension easily stretches so thin it's threatening to break.
] Kaveh—don't overdo it.

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