[He exhales a sharp breath, a huff of air through his nose, and with his hold on Kaveh as firm as ever he smoothly switches their positions to put Kaveh on his back on the bed.
They're still connected at the hip and Alhaitham gives the other man a moment to re-orient himself before he starts to move.
Without having to manoeuvre Kaveh's full weight, the scribe can allow his own passion to come through. His firm, deep thrusts push the older man up along the sheets in small increments, nudging him closer to the headboard. Soft, unsteady breaths exhale over Kaveh's shoulder.
Then he kisses him, and it's soft and sweet and gentle, lingering, a counter to the steady drive of his hips.]
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They're still connected at the hip and Alhaitham gives the other man a moment to re-orient himself before he starts to move.
Without having to manoeuvre Kaveh's full weight, the scribe can allow his own passion to come through. His firm, deep thrusts push the older man up along the sheets in small increments, nudging him closer to the headboard. Soft, unsteady breaths exhale over Kaveh's shoulder.
Then he kisses him, and it's soft and sweet and gentle, lingering, a counter to the steady drive of his hips.]