[ It's overwhelming, almost, the way each and every one of his senses focuses acutely on Alhaitham and the events unfolding between the pair of them. There's the occasional noises his partner makes into their kisses, the panting breaths stolen with each break of their lips, the sharp sound of wet, of skin on skin as the scribe's oiled fingers slick his length, and then the building note of fingers working oil into him, lewd sounds matching his gasped moans despite Alhaitham's slow and careful movements.
The sensation of feeling is equally powerful, leaving Kaveh's hips writhing and arching into the pleasure those fingers spark between his legs, to answer that sound kiss with one of his own even as his lips tremble under the ministrations. The other's fingers work him open better than anyone else's ever have, obvious in the way he's exploring for pleasure's sake more than function's, Kaveh's lips parting to whimper helpless cries.
The air is scented with a mix of rich oil and sweat, the same salt he can taste mingling with the wine taste lingering in Alhaitham's mouth. And when his eyes open, the shape over the younger settled over him in the dim light, eyes fixed on him in return, is all he can see. It's all overwhelming to the point of almost being too much, and yet Kaveh won't let himself block any of it out. This is what he's wanted, needed, dreamed about...
Yet it's so much better than any dream. And if he's not careful, if he doesn't find a way to hold himself backβ
With a soft, sharp gasp, Kaveh lifts a hand to curl it around the base of his own length, not stroking to seek pleasure, but wrapping tight, holding, even as his own hips arch against himself in protest, as a soft whimper surfaces on his mouth. The sudden pull of achingly desperate muscles is almost too much, but surely worth it if it stops him from tripping headlong into orgasm so soonβ Especially when Alhaitham has been so attentive that he can't be sure he'd keep going after the fact.
And so temporary torment it is, Kaveh's moans soft and strained as his hips arch against Alhaitham's searching fingers and his own prohibitive hold. ]
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The sensation of feeling is equally powerful, leaving Kaveh's hips writhing and arching into the pleasure those fingers spark between his legs, to answer that sound kiss with one of his own even as his lips tremble under the ministrations. The other's fingers work him open better than anyone else's ever have, obvious in the way he's exploring for pleasure's sake more than function's, Kaveh's lips parting to whimper helpless cries.
The air is scented with a mix of rich oil and sweat, the same salt he can taste mingling with the wine taste lingering in Alhaitham's mouth. And when his eyes open, the shape over the younger settled over him in the dim light, eyes fixed on him in return, is all he can see. It's all overwhelming to the point of almost being too much, and yet Kaveh won't let himself block any of it out. This is what he's wanted, needed, dreamed about...
Yet it's so much better than any dream. And if he's not careful, if he doesn't find a way to hold himself backβ
With a soft, sharp gasp, Kaveh lifts a hand to curl it around the base of his own length, not stroking to seek pleasure, but wrapping tight, holding, even as his own hips arch against himself in protest, as a soft whimper surfaces on his mouth. The sudden pull of achingly desperate muscles is almost too much, but surely worth it if it stops him from tripping headlong into orgasm so soonβ Especially when Alhaitham has been so attentive that he can't be sure he'd keep going after the fact.
And so temporary torment it is, Kaveh's moans soft and strained as his hips arch against Alhaitham's searching fingers and his own prohibitive hold. ]