[ Alhaitham's fingers brush through his hair, caress over his skin, his hips roll in the barest of movements as he grunts out a warning, and Kaveh is in heaven. It's music to his ears, something he has wanted for the longest time; dreamed about night after night without daring to voice it aloud; his own arousal aches with the pleasure of it, hips trembling with the effort of holding himself together, and he wonders if it would be possible to come untouched from naught but the other's sounds.
With his ability to speak taken away, he can't tell the other man that it's alright, to let goβ even to use his hips more if he wantsβ and so he does his best to let his body answer on his behalf, a smile behind his eyes as he redoubles his efforts, taking the other deep enough that he nearly chokes.
A moment, and he starts to move in earnest, filling the room with the lewd, filthy sounds of mouth against skin.
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With his ability to speak taken away, he can't tell the other man that it's alright, to let goβ even to use his hips more if he wantsβ and so he does his best to let his body answer on his behalf, a smile behind his eyes as he redoubles his efforts, taking the other deep enough that he nearly chokes.
A moment, and he starts to move in earnest, filling the room with the lewd, filthy sounds of mouth against skin.
Fall apart, he wants to say. Fall apart for me. ]