[NSFW] MID-FUCK OPEN POST

[linguaphilia]

Because sometimes you just want to do the thing.

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[indigently]

Mm. Okay.

[ He smiles, understanding the silent promise without needing it spoken, leaning back in to close the gap between their mouths once more as his fingers slide back down over the other's chest. This time, there's no underwear in the way as he wraps his fingers around Alhaitham's cock, taking him in hand to stroke him slowly as they kiss.

As eager as he is for this, he wants to take his time. He wants his partner to enjoy this, after all. So he'll build up slow, kiss him slow and deep, tasting his mouth as he urges him back to hardness in his grip. ]

[linguaphilia]

[He smiles faintly into the kiss as Kaveh simply trusts him and takes him at his word. They really have come a long way in the past six months and even if it took some very much less than ideal circumstances to push them back together, Alhaitham isn't going to take it for granted.

The scribe is far more relaxed under Kaveh's ministrations now. His hips twitch slightly into the hand stroking his cock and he hums softly, parting his lips and deepening the kiss with his tongue as he pulls the other man in closer.

His mouth is going to be occupied elsewhere in short order - might as well take advantage of its availability while he has it.]

[indigently]

[ Kaveh smiles, hums when Alhaitham does, and when the other tugs him closer, he allows one arm to circle his shoulders, holding him just as close for a little while. His tongue flicks against the younger man's even as his fingers continue to stroke and caress.

Only when he starts to feel Alhaitham starting to harden again does he pull back from the kiss, his mouth pressing against the corner of the other's before he kisses his way down his jaw, over his chin and down his throat. When he reaches his clavicle, he nips at the skin, sucking the faintest of bruises into it where he knows it won't be seen. His fingers continue to stroke and rub, thumb brushing over the slit and smudging hints of wetness over his head. ]

This is because you're mine— no one will see it, but you'll know—