[ Kaveh's eyes roll back, lids fluttering, when his plea is answered not with what they both know he wants, but with Alhaitham's fingers curling on his hips and then his backside, as teeth and tongue bully and soothe his lower lip in turn. The sound he makes is somewhere between a whine and a groan, hips rocking up against his leg again, his hands coming to the other's chest to press, to scratch his demands (gently) into the skin. ]
Depends, [ he mutters darkly before he can stop himself, the sarcasm all too evident in his voice. ] How quick is your refractory period?
[ But even heady with alcohol, Kaveh knows that's a lot to ask. And so, stubborn to the end, he reaches for Alhaitham's wrist, pulling it between them, lowering it nearer to his aching arousalβ all without a word. Then, a kiss to the other's sharp jaw. ]
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Depends, [ he mutters darkly before he can stop himself, the sarcasm all too evident in his voice. ] How quick is your refractory period?
[ But even heady with alcohol, Kaveh knows that's a lot to ask. And so, stubborn to the end, he reaches for Alhaitham's wrist, pulling it between them, lowering it nearer to his aching arousalβ all without a word. Then, a kiss to the other's sharp jaw. ]
Is that clear enough for you?