[ Alhaitham's orgasm feels like a brief heat in him, Kaveh's eyelids flickering as he lets out a soft, lazy sound, and despite the lack of strength in his own arms, he manages to lift one to wrap loosely around those shoulders at the strength of the other's body collapsed so fully into his own. He's heavy like this, almost a dead weight, but Kaveh thinks he could lie like this for a while anywayβ and he lets out a soft whine of protest when the younger shifts to the side.
And then he makes another when he's asked to move.
He does, though, knowing from the sound the other made what kind of discomfort he landed himself in, shifting just enough that the younger will find himself free of it (he hopes) and then nuzzling his nose into silver hair. ]
...zatenough? More?
[ It's meant to be a whole sentence, but the worlds are blurred together and mumbled and Kaveh's not sure even he would be able to make sense of them, had he not just been the one to speak them. ]
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And then he makes another when he's asked to move.
He does, though, knowing from the sound the other made what kind of discomfort he landed himself in, shifting just enough that the younger will find himself free of it (he hopes) and then nuzzling his nose into silver hair. ]
...zatenough? More?
[ It's meant to be a whole sentence, but the worlds are blurred together and mumbled and Kaveh's not sure even he would be able to make sense of them, had he not just been the one to speak them. ]