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[ Kaveh's fingers curl into Alhaitham's hair when he presses his face into his neck, stroking across his scalp even as the blonde pants out and groans, hips arching into the feeling of the younger filling him again, sighing in out his mingled want and need and content at the sensation.

Another soft sound when teeth pinch into his neck— he likes it a little more than he should, perhaps— and again when a hand curls around him to stroke.

And then Kaveh is gasping out, hips arching and head tilting back, already closer to the edge than he would like from being fucked; it doesn't take long before he orgasms again, this time dry but for the tears that spark at the corner of his eyes as he burns with it, the sound on his lips almost a sob from the mingled sensation of pleasure and pain. ]