𝒪𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓉 🏛️

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[ 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—

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]