[ Kaveh can't quite help the way his fingers tangle in Alhaitham's hair, hips stuttering and trembling under every movement the other makes with his tongue. He can't help the soft, wanton sounds that form on his lips with each thrust, the sensation similar in some ways and yet so different to anything they've done before— anything Kaveh has experienced, ever.
And the moment's pause may be met with a whine, a brief wonderment as to what the other is doing, but in truth there's a part of him grateful for it, because the whole thing is so overwhelming that breath comes harder than normal. ]
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And the moment's pause may be met with a whine, a brief wonderment as to what the other is doing, but in truth there's a part of him grateful for it, because the whole thing is so overwhelming that breath comes harder than normal. ]
H-Haitham—