[ The momentary look on Alhaitham's face, when Kaveh's searching hand accidentally brushes against his skin, is something that sends a delighted shudder down the elder's spine, even though he doesn't actually see the way the other man is forced to grip into the sheets. The blonde is already reasonably sure that he won't last long, and to have Alhaitham look like that— mm, it's not helpful, no matter how much he might like it. His fingers curl a little tighter, a keening gasp on his red, kiss-swollen lips, hips arching against the fingers pressing deep into him.
Really, his own stamina should be more impressive than this, shouldn't it, given his relative body count? And yet just like the last time he shared a bed with Alhaitham, no matter how temporarily, Kaveh finds himself taken completely to pieces by each and every touch, ready to fall apart even before they're joined.
Something, perhaps, to think about once he has brain power beyond desire.
A whine surfaces in his mouth when those fingers withdraw, another at the pause that stretches between them as Alhaitham's length presses against but not into, at the burning look in those eyes— a pause just long enough that Kaveh's lips part to offer a complaint, although the first syllable of it shudders immediately into a low, wanton moan as the other man breaches, sinks against him until their skin is flush. He desperately wants to watch, to see the expressions of pleasure play out over Alhaitham's face, but his own eyes flutter closed in turn, hips arching into the slow movement. ]
Fuuuuuuuuuck.
[ As much as he wants his lover to start moving already, the adjustment period he's allowed his probably for the best, because Kaveh finds himself panting harsh breaths into the space between them; his eyes, when they open, are wide, pupils blown. And when Alhaitham's mouth finds his, lips stealing over lips between the murmur of words, the fragmented segments of conscious thought take too long to piece the words together— say what, he thinks, doesn't understand, but then the other clarifies and a pleased tremble passes viscerally through his body. ]
Yes. [ Kaveh can't resist the urge to unwind the tight hold of his fingers, both hands lifting to cup Alhaitham's face, returning the kiss more firmly, his breath sharp and short. ] I'm yours, Alhaitham. Always— I always have been, it's always been you—
[ He cuts himself off before he can start to ramble, his hips making a sharp short lift against the other man's, the desperation clear in his eyes when he pulls back from their kiss. ]
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Really, his own stamina should be more impressive than this, shouldn't it, given his relative body count? And yet just like the last time he shared a bed with Alhaitham, no matter how temporarily, Kaveh finds himself taken completely to pieces by each and every touch, ready to fall apart even before they're joined.
Something, perhaps, to think about once he has brain power beyond desire.
A whine surfaces in his mouth when those fingers withdraw, another at the pause that stretches between them as Alhaitham's length presses against but not into, at the burning look in those eyes— a pause just long enough that Kaveh's lips part to offer a complaint, although the first syllable of it shudders immediately into a low, wanton moan as the other man breaches, sinks against him until their skin is flush. He desperately wants to watch, to see the expressions of pleasure play out over Alhaitham's face, but his own eyes flutter closed in turn, hips arching into the slow movement. ]
Fuuuuuuuuuck.
[ As much as he wants his lover to start moving already, the adjustment period he's allowed his probably for the best, because Kaveh finds himself panting harsh breaths into the space between them; his eyes, when they open, are wide, pupils blown. And when Alhaitham's mouth finds his, lips stealing over lips between the murmur of words, the fragmented segments of conscious thought take too long to piece the words together— say what, he thinks, doesn't understand, but then the other clarifies and a pleased tremble passes viscerally through his body. ]
Yes. [ Kaveh can't resist the urge to unwind the tight hold of his fingers, both hands lifting to cup Alhaitham's face, returning the kiss more firmly, his breath sharp and short. ] I'm yours, Alhaitham. Always— I always have been, it's always been you—
[ He cuts himself off before he can start to ramble, his hips making a sharp short lift against the other man's, the desperation clear in his eyes when he pulls back from their kiss. ]
Just. Please. Don't keep me waiting anymore.