[ He yelps as he's moved so effortlessly until his back is on the bed, Alhaitham leaning over him, and there's something fond in his expression as he admires the other just hovering over him for a moment. Alhaitham looks good like this (although to be fair he looks good every which way, in Kaveh's opinion), and he's just about to pull him closer and tell him as much when he starts to move, firm thrusts that have the blonde arching and moaning beneath him.
And Archons, he realizes, he's being driven up the bed, his hands able to reach and grab the headboard to steady himself after a few of those thrusts, where before it would have been too much of a reach.
Something about that strength is so, so hot.
But even more so, he thinks, when it's combined with the tenderness that follows, the lingering gentleness that presses into his lips and has him sighing as he responds, kissing soft and sweet even as his breaths judder and hitch. ]
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And Archons, he realizes, he's being driven up the bed, his hands able to reach and grab the headboard to steady himself after a few of those thrusts, where before it would have been too much of a reach.
Something about that strength is so, so hot.
But even more so, he thinks, when it's combined with the tenderness that follows, the lingering gentleness that presses into his lips and has him sighing as he responds, kissing soft and sweet even as his breaths judder and hitch. ]