[ A tremor of fresh pleasure runs down Kaveh's spine— but a different kind to the overwhelming sensations of Alhaitham pressing deep into him, to the sparks at his hips as the other grips him to drag him up and down. This pleasure comes from the scribe's gentle words, promising care that, in any other situation, Kaveh would argue that he doesn't deserve.
The only thing that keeps him from arguing now is the same pliant limpness that possesses him physically, body and mind alike caught somewhere between afterglow and renewed pleasure as he makes a soft sound into Alhaitham's mouth.
One of the hands currently tangled in the other's hair slides down, fingers coiling at the nape of his neck; a movement has him gasp out, eyes fluttering half-lidded. ]
You— mm, you already take such good care of me, Haitham.
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Date: 2024-05-19 12:26 am (UTC)The only thing that keeps him from arguing now is the same pliant limpness that possesses him physically, body and mind alike caught somewhere between afterglow and renewed pleasure as he makes a soft sound into Alhaitham's mouth.
One of the hands currently tangled in the other's hair slides down, fingers coiling at the nape of his neck; a movement has him gasp out, eyes fluttering half-lidded. ]
You— mm, you already take such good care of me, Haitham.