[ Kaveh's answer takes a long time to find his lips in the first place, and is then abruptly aborted by the way Alhaitham's hands close around his hips so that the younger can lift him to his knees. For as much as the books in this place revolve so often around sex, even knowing the other like he does he wouldn't have immediately expected him to spend a lot of time reading any of them... It would seem, then, that he has a few more things to learn about his—
Mm. What does this make them? They've agreed to be with each other. Are they boyfriends? He'll need to ask.
Later, though, because lips are pressing against the base of his spine, and Alhaitham's hands are spreading him, and— ]
Oh.
[ The sound emerges as little more than a squeak, a sound followed by another almost exactly the same as the scribe repeats his action, his hips shifting even under that hold as he gasps out at the sensations. He tries to keep himself still, but he can't, just as he can't control the variety of soft sounds that find him for every movement of Alhaitham's tongue. ]
Mn. Alhaitham, that— oh, fuck—
[ He cuts off his wandering thoughts with a soft curse as the other's tongue pushes into him, making him jolt and shudder. ]
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Date: 2024-05-18 01:42 am (UTC)[ Kaveh's answer takes a long time to find his lips in the first place, and is then abruptly aborted by the way Alhaitham's hands close around his hips so that the younger can lift him to his knees. For as much as the books in this place revolve so often around sex, even knowing the other like he does he wouldn't have immediately expected him to spend a lot of time reading any of them... It would seem, then, that he has a few more things to learn about his—
Mm. What does this make them? They've agreed to be with each other. Are they boyfriends? He'll need to ask.
Later, though, because lips are pressing against the base of his spine, and Alhaitham's hands are spreading him, and— ]
Oh.
[ The sound emerges as little more than a squeak, a sound followed by another almost exactly the same as the scribe repeats his action, his hips shifting even under that hold as he gasps out at the sensations. He tries to keep himself still, but he can't, just as he can't control the variety of soft sounds that find him for every movement of Alhaitham's tongue. ]
Mn. Alhaitham, that— oh, fuck—
[ He cuts off his wandering thoughts with a soft curse as the other's tongue pushes into him, making him jolt and shudder. ]