[ the hands on his face, the delicious, constricting heat around him and the words falling from kaveh's lips are almost too much for the scribe, fingers tightening so hard into the sheets that his nails almost threaten to tear the fabric. for a moment, it looks as if he's collecting himself, trying to catch his breathing down to a more measured rhythm as the blonde mumbles words he didn't realise he'd been waiting to hear against his mouth.
it seems as if he's almost there, when kaveh lifts his hips without warning, pushing them so impossibly close - and alhaitham's eyes snap back open as restraint breaks like a twig inside him, a smouldering look on his face that suggests that 'waiting' was the absolute last thing on his mind.
one muscular arm fists into the mattress to support his weight and the other travels to the angular jut of kaveh's hip, a large hand gripping it firmly to give alhaitham purchase, force and a proper angle, one guaranteed to make the other see nothing but stars. there's only enough pause for the scribe to whisper dangerously against the blonde's raw lips, voice strained; ]
I would never.
[ and then the scribe moves, setting a pace right from the outset that's perhaps quicker than it should be, more forceful than it should be, but for all the selfishness, jealousy and possessiveness that still thrummed in his veins from the rest of the evening's activities, it's unsurprising that alhaitham is this kind of lover.
his eyes never leave kaveh's stunning form as he slides in - and out - his own breath ragged and catching at how perfect his partner looks, how perfect he feels - and with a growl, the scribe is aware that he's not going to last long watching such an exquisitely lewd scene. one that had only played in alhaitham's mind when it idled into self-indulgence; one that he had never particularly thought would manifest in this reality.
in between satisfied hisses, he manages to grit out; ]
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it seems as if he's almost there, when kaveh lifts his hips without warning, pushing them so impossibly close - and alhaitham's eyes snap back open as restraint breaks like a twig inside him, a smouldering look on his face that suggests that 'waiting' was the absolute last thing on his mind.
one muscular arm fists into the mattress to support his weight and the other travels to the angular jut of kaveh's hip, a large hand gripping it firmly to give alhaitham purchase, force and a proper angle, one guaranteed to make the other see nothing but stars. there's only enough pause for the scribe to whisper dangerously against the blonde's raw lips, voice strained; ]
I would never.
[ and then the scribe moves, setting a pace right from the outset that's perhaps quicker than it should be, more forceful than it should be, but for all the selfishness, jealousy and possessiveness that still thrummed in his veins from the rest of the evening's activities, it's unsurprising that alhaitham is this kind of lover.
his eyes never leave kaveh's stunning form as he slides in - and out - his own breath ragged and catching at how perfect his partner looks, how perfect he feels - and with a growl, the scribe is aware that he's not going to last long watching such an exquisitely lewd scene. one that had only played in alhaitham's mind when it idled into self-indulgence; one that he had never particularly thought would manifest in this reality.
in between satisfied hisses, he manages to grit out; ]
Always me, Kaveh?