[Alhaitham does not reply but chuckles softly into the kiss as he squeezes his fingers around the hand he still has caught in his. It's difficult to tell how much he's doing because he likes it and how much is because he is anticipating what Kaveh will enjoy, but... he thinks it is more the former than the latter, overall.
There's something to be said for being in love with somebody.
His free hand slides from Kaveh's cheek to the buttons of his shirt, slowly thumbing them open one by one. His fingertips trace idle patterns over warm, soft skin before the pad of his thumb rubs teasingly over a nipple.]
How do you want me?
[Since he's tired, Alhaitham is more than happy to let Kaveh dictate the pace.]
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There's something to be said for being in love with somebody.
His free hand slides from Kaveh's cheek to the buttons of his shirt, slowly thumbing them open one by one. His fingertips trace idle patterns over warm, soft skin before the pad of his thumb rubs teasingly over a nipple.]
How do you want me?
[Since he's tired, Alhaitham is more than happy to let Kaveh dictate the pace.]