[Something in the way Alhaitham moves intensifies all the more once Kaveh's hands close around the headboard. The older man's body is held taut between his own efforts to keep himself in place and his lover's cock and the scribe does not give him any quarter to relax.
Not even with as soft as those kisses are.
He slides a hand up the back of Kaveh's thigh, pushing it up high enough to hook the man's leg over his shoulder. There's almost a smirk on his lips then, surely, to be allowed to manipulate Kaveh's body so easily. It leaves him a hand free to cup Kaveh's cheek as he leans into him, thrusting in hard enough to jolt him up towards the headboard again if he doesn't keep himself steady.]
I love you. [He breathes out. The words are as soft and gentle as the kisses that bookend them.] Never doubt it again.
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Not even with as soft as those kisses are.
He slides a hand up the back of Kaveh's thigh, pushing it up high enough to hook the man's leg over his shoulder. There's almost a smirk on his lips then, surely, to be allowed to manipulate Kaveh's body so easily. It leaves him a hand free to cup Kaveh's cheek as he leans into him, thrusting in hard enough to jolt him up towards the headboard again if he doesn't keep himself steady.]
I love you. [He breathes out. The words are as soft and gentle as the kisses that bookend them.] Never doubt it again.