[ It feels like they've only just started, and yet at the same time, Kaveh feels like he's wound up to the point of no return. He whines at the insert of that second finger, but the sound that leaves him in the next moment is something pathetic and strangled, whining as the longer digits seek to press deeper. Not to mention the scraping slowness of nails against his inner thigh sending pinpricks of pleasure down his spine. A myriad of different sensations, each overwhelming in their own way, and paired with the strange amplification of sensation he noticed before—
Mm, he's struggling to stay grounded. ]
Fuck— gods—
[ Alhaitham may have told him to shh, but he can't quite help the exclamations from falling off his lips into the space between them and the pillow, breathless and weak as his hips continue to roll and arch. ]
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Date: 2024-05-18 02:36 am (UTC)Mm, he's struggling to stay grounded. ]
Fuck— gods—
[ Alhaitham may have told him to shh, but he can't quite help the exclamations from falling off his lips into the space between them and the pillow, breathless and weak as his hips continue to roll and arch. ]