[ Just enjoy yourself, Alhaitham says, punctuating the words with a nip against an ass cheek right before he continues, and Kaveh's next sound comes muffled as his face falls into the pillow, inhaling and exhaling against mouthfuls of fabric. Archons, like this how can he do anything but? He's helpless in the best of ways under the other's ministrations, every soft sound Alhaitham makes only bringing him to further heights; every touch and sensation riling him up more. It's all he can do not to roll his hips helplessly into the mattress.
And then it getsβ
Better? Worse?
His head lifts from the pillow again, another gasp on his lips, fingers falling from the pathetic attempt at a grip on the other, to the mattress and curling into the sheets into, something to hold as a single finger slides into him, working alongside such wicked movements of the younger's tongue.
Despite his best efforts, his hips arch and writhe as he gasps. ]
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And then it getsβ
Better? Worse?
His head lifts from the pillow again, another gasp on his lips, fingers falling from the pathetic attempt at a grip on the other, to the mattress and curling into the sheets into, something to hold as a single finger slides into him, working alongside such wicked movements of the younger's tongue.
Despite his best efforts, his hips arch and writhe as he gasps. ]