[Kaveh's lips catch the soft amber light of Kaveh's bedroom, glistening right next to his weeping cock, the plane of his shoulders spread wide to brace himself on the Scribe's thighs. Kaveh looks like a Rishboland Tiger when they curl down to drink from a river. He's as hot as a summer night, Alhaitham realizes, his lungs aching as though his ribs threaten to break.
He wants to take him apart, he says, unaware that Alhaitham is already crumbling down.
His eyes prickle to stop them from fluttering closed with the sensation of heat and pressure and the look of Kaveh's eyelashes casting shadows over his eyes, the red peering right at him and the flush of his cheeks. If Kaveh wants to watch him, then he's going to give him what he wants. Alhaitham reaches, brushes Kaveh's hair back and away from his face, cradling his cheeks gently and skimming his thumb over his skin, tenderly so, as he rolls his hips just an increment into his mouth with a grunt through his teeth.] Close...
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He wants to take him apart, he says, unaware that Alhaitham is already crumbling down.
His eyes prickle to stop them from fluttering closed with the sensation of heat and pressure and the look of Kaveh's eyelashes casting shadows over his eyes, the red peering right at him and the flush of his cheeks. If Kaveh wants to watch him, then he's going to give him what he wants. Alhaitham reaches, brushes Kaveh's hair back and away from his face, cradling his cheeks gently and skimming his thumb over his skin, tenderly so, as he rolls his hips just an increment into his mouth with a grunt through his teeth.] Close...