[ As focused as he is on what he's doing, the tautness in Alhaitham's body is obvious. He can feel the way the other is deliberately holding himself still, perhaps forcing himself not to follow instinct and move; he can see the way the scribe's eyes are scrunched up, the way they take a moment to focus once they open, something dark and needy in them that matches the heat written over his cheeks.
He murmurs something in Fontainian, something Kaveh can't quite understand, and touches his face in a way almost reverent, a hiss on his lips that sends shudders of pleasure down the blonde's spine. "Don't overdo it," he says, and the architect wonders what exactly he meansβ
Is he wound tightly enough that he's afraid to burst?
With a sharp intake of breath, a soft pop of his lips, Kaveh pulls back, breath ghosting over the flushed, leaking tip of Alhaitham's arousal as he tilts his head, curiosity finding his features as his tongue traces his swollen lips. ]
It's okay, [ he says. ] I wanna take you apart, Alhaitham. I want you to feel good. Like you said: we have time.
[ And he lowers himself over the other man again, bracing himself against his thighs once more as he begins to move in a smooth, quick rhythm, eyes still despite the urge to let them sink shut; he wants to see Alhaitham's face as he tips over the precipice, as he caves to the pleasure Kaveh is offering. ]
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He murmurs something in Fontainian, something Kaveh can't quite understand, and touches his face in a way almost reverent, a hiss on his lips that sends shudders of pleasure down the blonde's spine. "Don't overdo it," he says, and the architect wonders what exactly he meansβ
Is he wound tightly enough that he's afraid to burst?
With a sharp intake of breath, a soft pop of his lips, Kaveh pulls back, breath ghosting over the flushed, leaking tip of Alhaitham's arousal as he tilts his head, curiosity finding his features as his tongue traces his swollen lips. ]
It's okay, [ he says. ] I wanna take you apart, Alhaitham. I want you to feel good. Like you said: we have time.
[ And he lowers himself over the other man again, bracing himself against his thighs once more as he begins to move in a smooth, quick rhythm, eyes still despite the urge to let them sink shut; he wants to see Alhaitham's face as he tips over the precipice, as he caves to the pleasure Kaveh is offering. ]