indigently | 𝒪𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓉 🏛️

[ At the very least, Alhaitham is in house clothes so Kaveh doesn't need to explore the skin tight fabric of his usual shirt. It leaves him looking comfortably cozy underneath Kaveh, even with his skin flushed and his lips pink. When Kaveh moves to grind down against him, Alhaitham is more than happy to press up into Kaveh's motion and moans softly against Kaveh as a result.

He's half-hard and getting harder, aching in his pants with the strong desire to do more with Kaveh. He wants — he wants to fuck him, if he's honest with himself. The idea of Kaveh underneath him, moaning, losing himself, completely rabid with lust is all he can think about. He wants to make Kaveh feel good. He wants them to both feel good.

It's what has him changing their positions again. His hands clutch Kaveh around the waist, palms flat against his back underneath his shirt and then he uses his hips to lift Kaveh and press him back against the bed, rolling on top of him. From there it's easy to just kiss him into the mattress, hungry and wanting as their hips continue to grind against each other. ]

[ Alhaitham's moans are addictive. When he makes that sound, it's all he can do to rock his hips down again, enjoying too much the feel of the other's growing arousal against his own.

But it doesn't last long, because in the next moment he's clutched close, Alhaitham's hips lifting to roll them, pressing him back into the bed and pushing him back into the mattress in a way that has Kaveh gasp in shocked pleasure. It's even more obvious from this angle just how hard the younger man is getting, and he finds one hand dropping to cup around the back of his ass, dragging him in closer still. ]

Haitham.

[ It's a mumble against the other's lips. Suddenly, where to start doesn't really matter— he just wants him with less clothing. Both hands move to Alhaitham's waist, dragging his shirt up and over his abdomen and chest; even as he tries to part so he can keep pulling it up, he finds himself stealing breathless, needy kisses, moaning lowly into the other's mouth. ]

Gods— I want you.

[ It's so easy to pull his shirt off when Kaveh makes the effort to push it up his body. It's a natural next step really and he breaks from their kiss just long enough to do so, just long enough to push it off and toss it to the ground before diving back in for more kisses, more grinding.

He wants to make Kaveh moan some more. The sound of his pleasure is a new one and one that he's quickly realizing he likes, a lot. It leaves him feeling overwhelmed and hungry. When Kaveh speaks, mentions his desire for Alhaitham, Alhaitham's hips buck and he finds himself grinding harder down against Kaveh, gasping for breath as the urgent need to just touch and take and fuck fills him. ]

Kaveh —

[ His hands move, propping himself up on either side of Kaveh's head so he's looking down at him underneath him. His hips keep moving but now he's looking into Kaveh's face, eyes dark and intense with how much he wants the man underneath him. ]

We should get undressed. Do you have oil?

[ Some lubricant to make the slide better, so he can finger Kaveh open and fuck him. He doesn't want to hurt the man, doesn't know how long it's been since he's had something inside of him but. He knows he wants to fuck him and he'll spend as long as he needs to getting Kaveh prepped so he can do it. ]

[ There's a part of him that almost resists the kiss after Alhaitham has tugged his own shirt off. He wants to look at the other, admire him the way Kaveh thinks he deserves to be admired. But there'll be plenty of time for that later, he promises himself, and so he allows himself to sink into it, rewarding the other man with a fresh litany of moans when he grinds down harder against him.

He's panting by the time the younger pulls back from the kiss, his eyes dark with a lust that burns Kaveh to the core, makes him subconsciously lick his kiss-swollen lips as his desire-fogged mind struggles to understand what the other is saying to him.

Then, he nods. ]

Mm. In the side-table. Top drawer.

[ He indicates it with a brief wave of one hand. He'd move to get it himself, but he's kind of pinned into the mattress, and he doesn't want to move despite knowing that they have to in order to get this moving further. He's luxuriating, caught up in the feeling of the other pressed against him, and despite telling him where the oil is, his hands slip between them, one rubbing and pressing into Alhaitham's arousal even as the other starts to work at tugging his pants down. ]

[ Okay. That's his goal. Side-table. Top drawer. He needs to pull away from Kaveh long enough to grab it but then he feels Kaveh's hand slipping between them, pressing against his cock and all he can do is moan helplessly and sink back down into kissing Kaveh. He moves his mouth against him, licking into it and making the kiss heated as his hands move to Kaveh's pants to start pulling them down.

He has to lift his hips off of Kaveh to accomplish this but Kaveh's hand is still on his cock, able to feel just how hefty he is as well. Alhaitham is well endowed, large and thick even through his pants. He has every intention of pressing the whole of it into Kaveh, fucking him brainless with his cock. He eagerly anticipates it.

He'll finally pull back all the way, breaking the hold of Kaveh's hand on his arousal, as he sits back on his knees and pulls Kaveh's underwear and pants off fully. He tosses the fabric to the side then, hungry eyes taking in the exposed Kaveh underneath him before he goes to reach for the side table. Quickly, he hurries in getting the little bottle of lubricant before he pulls back to sit between Kaveh's legs again. ]

I need —

[ To keep kissing Kaveh, is what he thinks. He doesn't finish his sentence, instead leaning in to press his body on top of Kaveh's again and take his mouth in a kiss. He'll moan into it, eager and wanting, kissing Kaveh deeply as his hands also work on getting lubricant onto them so he can get at Kaveh's hole. ]

[ Admittedly, it's difficult for Kaveh to remove Alhaitham's pants while also fondling him quite so extensively. But his attention is quickly brought to the heft and girth of the other's arousal, a distraction at best; he finds his attention wavering away from stripping him and more at feeling him through his pants, touching and stroking even as he imagines how good that cock will feel fucking into him.

He actually whines a little when the younger man pulls back from him, despite it being for an entirely reasonable purpose. ]

Hurry— [ he demands, breathless, as the other removes his pants and grabs for the lubricant, and then for a moment he falls silent, a flush forming on his cheeks as the other just admires him—

and then Alhaitham is gasping out his need, and the moment is past, his shyness gone. Kaveh nods. ] Me too. [ He reaches out to wind his arms around the other, tugging him in close as Alhaitham presses back on top of him, and he answers the kiss eagerly. ]

Start with two. [ It's a whisper into the scribe's mouth as Kaveh spreads his legs for him, arching his hips to give him all the access he could want. ] I need you, I don't wanna wait.

[ The desperation between them both makes the air thick with want and desire. Alhaitham lays his body on Kaveh's, settles his lower half between the spread of his legs and kisses him urgently, a bit aggressively. He needs to taste him, to feel him, to have him in the way he's always dreamed of. This is Kaveh, who has had his heart since he was a teenager and now he's finally, finally, getting him back.

So, at Kaveh's insistence that he starts with two fingers, that's exactly what he does instead of questioning if he should. Kaveh will feel Alhaitham's hand slide underneath him, between his cheeks, and the soft tip of his fingers will start to press against Kaveh's hole. He sinks in one first, rubbing along the rim of him before the next slides in and he's pressing both into him slowly, gently, but firmly.

At the same time, he continues to kiss Kaveh. Tongues sliding against each other, low eager moans, he can't get enough of the other man. His fingers slide in to the first knuckle, then the second, starting to work Kaveh open in preparation for his cock. Alhaitham thinks he'll need at least three fingers before he can take his girth, but he's grateful they're starting with two and Kaveh's opening up easily for him. It makes him wonder how often Kaveh plays with his hole, teases himself open while he masturbates. The thought alone makes his cock throb again.

Fuck, Kaveh is so hot. So perfect. Everything about him makes Alhaitham's body feel alive and he can't curb this all consuming need he has for the other man. All he can do is keep kissing him, keep opening him up, eager and desperate for more. ]

[ Later, Kaveh will probably think to be mad at himself. How easily they've come together... it's like something out of the most wonderful of dreams. And yet how many times has he nearly ruined it merely on the virtue of being exactly the person he is? Shutting Alhaitham down time and time again, throwing himself into the arms and beds of total strangers, running away from the one thing he's always wanted the most for fear of losing even the barest breath of it.

And now he's here, body canting against the bed and heart pounding against his ribs as the man he loves slides one and then two fingers into him, as he kisses him deep and slow and passionate, tongue sliding and searching in a way that steals every last breath of air from his lungs.

Yes, later he'll be mad with himself for all the wasted time— but right now he's pliant and soft and needing, all sweet moans and arched spine, aching for more even as he willingly takes everything Alhaitham has to offer. ]

You don't have to be too slow.

[ It's a murmur against the other's lips— a statement, perhaps? Or is it a plea? The tone of Kaveh's voice pitches it gently towards the latter, makes it clear that he wants wants wants, and maybe they should be taking their time because this is something both have wanted to so long, but they've wanted long enough, he thinks, they can take their time later— ]

Give me a third, Haitham— I can take it.

[ The way Kaveh is sprawled underneath him, back arched and moaning so sweet, it's highly erotic and Alhaitham doesn't think he's ever been this hard in his life. It makes the most illogical, nonsensical thoughts slip into his mind — things about how they're meant to be, how this is fate, how he never wants to let Kaveh go. It's all deeply uncharacteristic of Alhaitham but he supposes even he's prone to flights of fancy sometimes.

He's panting against Kaveh's mouth, his free hand reaching up to press gentle fingertips against Kaveh's cheek while his other hand continues stretching him open. Kaveh speaks, asking him to go faster, to give him a third, and he nods a little deliriously against him. He's already so tight around his fingers, so pliable, it makes Alhaitham ache. ]

Yeah... alright, yeah.

[ And then he's latching their lips together, kissing Kaveh into the mattress while he slips his third finger inside of him, stretching him with intent. He wants to be inside of Kaveh now, wants to fuck him properly, and he's only going to get that if he hurries this up. He groans softly into Kaveh's mouth as he feels the squeeze of his hole around his fingers and it makes his cock ache, makes him want more.

This all feels like a fever dream, if he's honest. He went from being annoyed with Kaveh for once again pretending their relationship didn't matter to... to confessing their feelings, to crawling into bed with one another. He has no intention of leaving this bed anytime soon either so he knows that this is it for him, that if Kaveh will have him, he'll never leave the other man. Maybe tomorrow morning, when he wakes up with Kaveh in his arms and the evidence of what they did the night prior all around them, it'll feel more real.

Maybe. ]

[ If Alhaitham is enjoying the sounds Kaveh is making thus far, then he'll love the way the other keens under him at the press of that third finger. Kaveh gasps, and his hips and back arch yet further, a desperate little gasp on his lips and his head tilting back against the bed. He feels so full, but he knows it's just a prelude, that Alhaitham's cock will only feel better still.

And Archons help him, he wants— he needs— How on Teyvat has he managed to hide this for so long, to deny them both?

Words surface on his lips, but they're reduced to senseless babble under the strength of Alhaitham's kiss, to helpless moans that do naught but answer the same pleasure that has Kaveh's hips moving, rolling desperately against the fingers that stretch him open in the name of more.

To what comes after, though? Kaveh has spared it no thought. His mind is entirely on the pleasure aching between the two of them now, not stopping to wonder if engaging once will be enough to satiate him after weeks and months and years of longing in silence.

(It won't, whether he spares it that thought or not.)

For now, he breathes hungry kisses into Alhaitham's mouth, lets his hands explore the other's chest, his back, even sliding down to help himself to a handful of ass, using the leverage to tug him closer. ]

More—

[ Perhaps he's being demanding. But right now, he doesn't care. He wants, he needs— ]

[ If Kaveh is being demanding, that's perfectly okay with Alhaitham. He likes it, likes when Kaveh asks for more, grabs him and tugs him in closer and makes his desire known. He's falling apart on the bed underneath Alhaitham and Alhaitham can't help but just watch with hungry, hungry eyes. He kisses him back desperately afterwards, licking into his mouth at the same time as those fingers roughly work Kaveh open, get him prepped for his cock. He needs more. Just the same as Kaveh begs for, Alhaitham knows this isn't enough for him either.

So, he breaks the kiss, panting against Kaveh's cheek as he rubs his nose against him and swallows hard. A smeared kiss against the skin and he's mumbling, not thinking about his words as he pulls his fingers out of Kaveh's hole and begins to prep himself. ]

Okay, okay. Whatever you want. Whatever you need. I've got you, Kaveh.

[ He strokes himself a few times to spread the lubricant across his cock and even that has him hissing slightly from pleasure. His flesh feels hot and oversensitive and he just needs. More. He needs so much more.

His eyes flick up to take in Kaveh, laying there, legs sprawled, the pucker of his hole on display and shiny with lubricant. It pulls a groan from Alhaitham as he settles between those legs again, lining himself up with Kaveh's perfect little ass. He can't believe he's finally getting this, after years of waiting, of imagining things because he didn't think he'd ever get in reality, of finding substitutes that would never fulfill the need he had in its entirety.

The head of his cock presses against Kaveh's entrance, pressing in a little firmer then, a little slow still. He doesn't want to hurt the other man but he knows he's prepped him enough so it shouldn't be too harsh an entry. Pressing in deeper, the head of his cock is swallowed by Kaveh's hole and Alhaitham's hips buck slightly at the feeling of tight, wet warmth surrounding him.

Then he shifts, his hands braced on either side of Kaveh's body as he kneels between his legs and pushes his hips forward until he's halfway inside. A low groan spills from his mouth, his head dropping forward and eyes closing as he breathes out — ]

Kaveh... fuck, Kaveh...

[ And that's all he says before he presses in the rest of the way, all the way until the base with his cock perfectly enveloped inside of Kaveh. Another groan from Alhaitham and his hips roll against Kaveh, grinding himself inside of him and giving him the time to adjust to his girth. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He wants to move, he wants to fuck Kaveh until they're both too overwhelmed to think. ]

[ He knows why Alhaitham's fingers slip out of him, but he can't quite help the way he whines when they do, leaving him empty for those moments that the younger man prepares himself. And if they weren't so desperate right now, racing through each step with as much speed as they can muster, he'd reach between them to help the other prepare himself too, wrap his fingers around that girth and stroke and tease until he can't get enough. But as it is— as it is, it feels like they don't have time for that, like there are other things more pressing. And so he lays back and watches, eyes half-lidded and teeth pressing into his lower lip as Alhaitham hisses from the pleasure. ]

You look so good. [ It's a whisper that falls off his tongue just as the other moves back between his legs, one hand lifting to brush fingers across his skin. ] You...

[ But he falls silent at the sensation of Alhaitham's cock pressing against him, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as it breaches, soft whimpered groans falling off his lips as he bucks his hips to test it. It's the sound of his name on the other's tongue, along with the cursed out sound of pleasure, that has him open his eyes again, red and desperate as they peer up into Alhaitham's face. ]

Nngh, you feel good too—

[ With the other pressed fully into him, Alhaitham pauses except for a shallow grind, and Kaveh knows why it is, knows that he's trying to allow the older man time to adjust. Kaveh responds by reaching up again, tugging the younger down into a fierce, desperate kiss. ]

I'm fine.

[ It's a whisper against his mouth, reassurance and need both. ]

Please, just fuck me.

[ Kaveh has never looked as gorgeous as he does underneath Alhaitham right now, fucked out and desperate. Alhaitham takes a moment to just memorize the sight, knowing that he'll never get tired of this going forward. Then Kaveh is pulling him down into a kiss and he kisses him back, eager and urgent and needy. One hand goes to slides into Kaveh's hair, clutching the strands in between his fingers while the other settles on his hip, holding him steady.

Please, just fuck me, Kaveh says and Alhaitham shudders. He groans. He needs more. He kisses Kaveh some more, sloppy and desperate as his hips pull back just a bit and then he thrusts forward, hitting Kaveh hard with his hips. Another hard thrust forward, over and over, his hand sliding from Kaveh's hip along the underside of his thigh to lift his leg up and get him to wrap his legs around Alhaitham's waist. It's after that that he braces his hand on the sheets underneath Kaveh and continues to fuck him, hard and fast.

It's a messy thing, almost uncoordinated in their desperation. Alhaitham keeps moving inside of Kaveh, insistent and needy, and he keeps his mouth against Kaveh's. Eventually, he can barely concentrate on the kissing as much as he can the tight heat enveloping his cock and instead just pants heavily against Kaveh's mouth, fucking him in earnest. Alhaitham has a big cock, thick and long and he knows how to use it. He shows that now in the way he fucks Kaveh, the deep thrusts and the following grinds before he shifts his angle to find Kaveh's prostate.

It's only once he does that he'll focus on that bundle of nerves, eager to make Kaveh lose himself completely on his cock. ]

[ Kaveh's reasonably sure he's about to be ruined for anyone else— and when Alhaitham starts to move, he knows it's true. A sharp whine escapes him into what at the time is still a kiss, and his legs coil easily around the other's waist, locking down against him immediately to tug, pulling them together and nudging the other as deep as possible even as he fucks him open so hard and fast.

It's messy, but he doesn't need it to be anything else. There's time later to take it slow and sweet and romantic, time once they've worn each other out of the desperation and need felt for years and years, chased away the lingering resentment of loneliness and yearning. Let it be rough, let it be fast, and later Kaveh will show love, will crawl atop him with slow kisses and soft touches.

The thought leaves as soon as it comes to mind, ushered abruptly away by the shift in Alhaitham's angle, the way he fucks that big cock of his right into Kaveh's prostate. The blonde nearly whites out for a moment, eyes rolling back in his head as he cries out— so loud, too loud. A whimper of embarrassment follows the sound; swallowed though it is by the proximity of Alhaitham's mouth to his, it's not enough.

But does that really matter? He can barely think straight anyway, thoughts scattering this way and that as the younger man continues to pound into him, every movement sending sparks of pleasure burning hot through his veins. He's not going to last long, body clenching and tightening on the other's cock as he tries to stave off his quickly-approaching orgasm, not wanting it to be over quite so soon even though he knows that they have as long as they want after this. Between them, his own hard cock jerks with each thrust, hot and flushed, leaking precum on his abdomen. ]

H-Haitham, I.. it's too much, I won't last—

[ Gods, does he want him to stop, to prolong it? Or to keep going, to push him over the edge screaming the whole way? He can't decide. He wants all of it. ]

[ Alhaitham hears the warning but barely, it still doesn't really register. Is Kaveh asking him to slow down? To stop? He couldn't even bear the thought, he needs Kaveh more than anything else in this moment. Ages of a deep ache inside of him for the older man, years of yearning all cumulated in this urgent, desperate fucking that has his hands fisting the sheets underneath Kaveh and his mouth pressing smearing kisses against his skin.

He doesn't stop. He doesn't slow down. He keeps going, hammering in against Kaveh's prostate. His cock is hard and aching, a stiff and warm pulsing thing that splits Kaveh open on top of it. He wants to bury himself inside of Kaveh, he wants to never pull out of the other man, he wants to never be apart. He drops his head down to Kaveh's throat, biting lightly at the skin before just letting his face rest against his shoulder, panting hard as he keeps moving inside of Kaveh.

His ability to speak is basically gone at this moment. He grunts, softly, as he hammers inside of Kaveh. A low moan and a nuzzle of his face against Kaveh's throat. He doesn't think he can stop even if he had to, thinks that if he was ripped away from Kaveh at this moment he might just expire on the spot. Sex has never been something so addictive for him, more just a nice hit of dopamine but nothing else. This though, this is different, this is a hunger he can't abate. ]

[ Kaveh gasps out when his near-begging for a reprieve he never really wanted is met instead with the same firm, hungry thrusts, Alhaitham continuing to piston into him in a way that he things might actually break him, leaving him able to do little more than arch and whine and sob, fingers tangled in, pulling at silver hair. It feels like they only just began, and he's hardly a virgin, he should be able to last longer, hold himself together, but every fucking thrust pulls the air out of his lungs, drives him closer and closer to a peak from which he can't return—

And in the moments that follow, he topples over, untouched and not needing to be, head fallen back against the pillow and Alhaitham's name a scream in the dim of the room, covering his own stomach and chest with the evidence of his release. Almost immediately, the stimulation—already too much in the moments leading up to his orgasm—is overwhelming, and he twists under the younger man, crying out again.

But he doesn't want him to stop. His fingers curl, his legs tighten around the other's, holding him in close, and Kaveh sobs into the space between them. ]

Don't stop, don't stop—

[ Kaveh is a begging, wanton thing underneath him and Alhaitham has never desired him more. He feels fingers in his hair, pulling and grasping at him, and Kaveh thrashing underneath him as he's fucked so hard and so deeply, as deep as Alhaitham can go. Alhaitham groans against him, nuzzling in against his throat again and gripping the sheets underneath Kaveh so tightly there's a chance they'll tear. Kaveh would absolutely give him shit if he tore his sheets though so he'll be careful, he'll be careful.

Instead he thinks about Kaveh's desperate pleading for more, even as he feels the spill of come between the two of them, the wetness smearing against their stomachs as Alhaitham presses close and continues working himself inside of Kaveh. Alhaitham groans, lifting his head to find Kaveh's mouth and press their lips together. A messy, urgent kiss, tongue sliding against tongue as he continues pounding into the older man, continues grinding down on his prostate and making sure he feels so good.

He knows he's close too, that it won't take long for him to reach his limit, but he doesn't want to. The same desperate need that has Kaveh begging him not to stop also has Alhaitham refusing to slow down and finish this. He doesn't want to. He'd rather spend all day like this, just moving from orgasm to orgasm, having their bodies desperate for each other and unable to part. ]

[ The kiss that finds his mouth his met with hunger, Kaveh's arms both wrapping tight, tight, tight around Alhaitham's shoulders as he all but sobs, tears slipping unbidden down his cheeks as he clings to the other man for dear life. Every grind against his prostate has him gasping out, hips jackknifing, seeking more pleasure even as his body aches to make it stop, and his mouth against the younger man's is similarly lost, a mess of sloppy kisses and urgent, begging words.

Don't stop, too much, fuck me, please, love you, all fragmented phrases that slip from his tongue as urgent as ever, cried out in tune with each of Alhaitham's movements as if together they might form a song. It aches, it hurts, but it somehow still feels so good too, the pleasure building up as if it never left, and he thinks he could go once more, twice more, a hundred times more like this, taking every small piece of the pain in favor of how good it feels with Alhaitham fucking into him—

finally fucking him—

he's waited so long. His own doing in too many ways, but he's needed this and he finally has it, and— ]

Haitham, please— [ It's almost a wail into their kiss. ] I need you, need you to fill me—make me yours, please—

[ Alhaitham can do that. Do just what Kaveh is begging for. He's still desperate for Kaveh, still wants to devour him and ruin the two of them for anyone else ever. His need is a hungry, desperate thing and there's nothing that's going to stop him from taking Kaveh over and over and over again. Nothing except Kaveh, but it doesn't seem like Kaveh wants him to stop either.

But his body can only take so much and he knows he can only hold on for that much longer. Kaveh clings tight around his cock and Alhaitham pounds into him harder, harder, even harder, and then with a stuttering thrust — he comes. Inside of Kaveh, thick ropes of come lather his insides and Alhaitham groans, dropping his head against Kaveh's shoulder and fucking into him over and over.

The squish of come spills out from around him and Alhaitham shudders as he feels his body go lax from orgasm. It's hard though, because his cock still aches, his body still wants to fuck Kaveh desperately. He doesn't want to stop. But he's also feeling equal parts aroused and spent.

His body slows but doesn't stop as he keeps working himself inside of Kaveh. His hands cling to his body, his hips grind into Kaveh's hole, he's overwhelmed with need here. And this is great. Perfect. Wonderful. He really doesn't want to stop. ]

[ He cries out when Alhaitham fills him, the sensation as overwhelming as anything else and yet still moreso, the tears still streaming from his eyes on account of the excessive stimulation—and yet he wants to keep going, wants them to continue even as he feels his lover slow, feels the younger start to go lax atop him, movements staggered in a way that speaks to his own overstimulation, his own exhaustion.

Kaveh's fingers tangle into Alhaitham's hair, holding him close, and his head drops back, a panted moan escaping his lips, long and drawn-out as he struggles to come to his senses.

His free hand finds Alhaitham's shoulder, and squeezes. ]

It's okay—Haitham, it's okay, you can, hngh... you can stop, you...

[ Another breath, Kaveh trying to steady himself through the sensations, trying to fight the deep-seated urge to keep begging for more, to be responsible in the face of how much he wants— ]

You can stop, and we can catch our breath, and then... then we can go again. Right?

[ He reaches now for Alhaitham's face, turns it back to his so he can lean up and kiss him sweetly. ]

[ As Kaveh shifts to hold him, Alhaitham's mind goes blissfully blank. His hips keep moving as if on autopilot but otherwise, he leans into the touches and listens blearily to what Kaveh says. He doesn't want to stop though, but it would make sense to stop and catch their breath. But he just... he just wants Kaveh.

As they kiss, both of his hands reach up to cup Kaveh's cheeks, wiping away at the tears on his face with his thumb. It's a slow, languid kiss as he nudges in against him and breathes him in. Oh Kaveh, sweet Kaveh. He loves him so much, he thinks, it kind of hurts.

When the kiss breaks, he presses his forehead to Kaveh's and looks into his eyes. His chest rises and falls, panting slightly from exertion and he finally slows his hips to a stop. But he doesn't pull out, just stays right there with Kaveh, tangled up with him as he sits in his feelings.

There's a lot he can say right now, a lot that goes through his mind, but all of it feels useless. None of it equates to how much he wants Kaveh and wants to continue and wants to show him how much he loves him with his body. ]

[ Alhaitham responds to the kiss, but still keeps moving, and all Kaveh can do is writhe underneath him in overwhelmed pleasure, gasping and whining into his mouth as the other wipes his tears from his cheeks—

And then, finally, the other's hips slow to a halt. Their foreheads rest together. Ruby eyes settle on emerald, on the whole of his face, watching the shape of his mouth as he pants. His own lips curve into a smile, even though they're panting too. And his fingers, soft and trembling with exertion, trace over the shape of the other's jaw.

Kaveh wants to talk, but he's not sure he can find the words for everything he wants to say. And so, instead, he tilts his head up to press another soft kiss to the other's mouth. Just a brief touch of their mouths before he leans down to continue watching him again, a motion enough to bring just a few words to his lips, as he turns his head to follow, his mouth seeking Alhaitham's hand, pressing soft to its skin. ]

I'm sorry I made you wait so long, [ he whispers. ]

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