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indigently) wrote2023-01-23 02:27 pm
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indigently) wrote2023-01-23 02:27 pm
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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—
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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. ]
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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—
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]