[The problem with being a brat for fun is that it's so easy to lose the will to commit. For all that Kaveh had to be dragged, kicking and screaming, into admitting he wanted this--for all his high maintenance demands and his endless list of complaints about Alhaitham's attitude, Alhaitham can make him crumble with the barest touch and the shortest phrase. When they debate, Alhaitham manages to fire him up unlike anyone else--but here, it's a rare night that Alhaitham can't sharpen his affection into a weapon, perfectly aimed at every one of Kaveh's weaknesses.
He'd had some vague idea of taking his time, of stripping them both the rest of the way and teasing Alhaitham with his words and his hands until he got annoyed for real. But clearly he'd underestimated just how much he'd already riled Alhaitham up over the course of the evening. Alhaitham surges forward, knocks the breath out of him, and wrings a low moan from him with his teeth, scattering Kaveh's thoughts to the wind. He writhes, but Alhaiham's got him trapped--but rather than annoy Kaveh or spur him into fighting, Alhaitham's weight above him simply sets him ablaze.]
Haitham.
[To hell with it. He can have his way some other night. Right now, the only response he can give is Alhaitham's name, approval, encouragement, and an all-encompassing plea bundled up into a single word. He can't stay still, but it's not an attempt to escape--he simply needs to be as close to Alhaitham as possible, immediately. Wrapping his arms around Alhaitham, urging him closer, is so much better when they're skin to skin, and Kaveh's fingers flex like he's trying not to dig his nails into Alhaitham's shoulders.]
[ Kaveh's voice engulfs him like a tidal wave, warm and heavy and irresistible, swallowing him into its current. Alhaitham makes it known when Kaveh's voice grates him, how sometimes it's more like squawking than anything else, but in moments like these, the sound is completely disarming. Kaveh pours all of his sincere emotions into a single breath, saying his name like a prayer, dripping with need. It's the sound that a younger Alhaitham imagined in the quiet of his dorm at night, or before the two of them finally opened up their hearts that night in their kitchen. He would listen to nothing but his name from Kaveh's lips if it were possible.
Kaveh's fingertips press into his shoulder blades and Alhaitham wills them to sear into him, to part his flesh and draw his blood beneath his nails. He wants it to burn, because it will mean that Kaveh's lost in pleasure and forgone all restraint. Kaveh wraps around him, drags him down, and Kaveh will feel Alhaitham's heart hammering between their bare chests, unrelenting as always.
You don't know what you do to me, he wants to say. Instead, as he wraps his fingers around Kaveh's cock and swirls his thumb over its leaking head, he murmurs into the soft curl of Kaveh's ear: ]
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He'd had some vague idea of taking his time, of stripping them both the rest of the way and teasing Alhaitham with his words and his hands until he got annoyed for real. But clearly he'd underestimated just how much he'd already riled Alhaitham up over the course of the evening. Alhaitham surges forward, knocks the breath out of him, and wrings a low moan from him with his teeth, scattering Kaveh's thoughts to the wind. He writhes, but Alhaiham's got him trapped--but rather than annoy Kaveh or spur him into fighting, Alhaitham's weight above him simply sets him ablaze.]
Haitham.
[To hell with it. He can have his way some other night. Right now, the only response he can give is Alhaitham's name, approval, encouragement, and an all-encompassing plea bundled up into a single word. He can't stay still, but it's not an attempt to escape--he simply needs to be as close to Alhaitham as possible, immediately. Wrapping his arms around Alhaitham, urging him closer, is so much better when they're skin to skin, and Kaveh's fingers flex like he's trying not to dig his nails into Alhaitham's shoulders.]
Haitham, please.
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Kaveh's fingertips press into his shoulder blades and Alhaitham wills them to sear into him, to part his flesh and draw his blood beneath his nails. He wants it to burn, because it will mean that Kaveh's lost in pleasure and forgone all restraint. Kaveh wraps around him, drags him down, and Kaveh will feel Alhaitham's heart hammering between their bare chests, unrelenting as always.
You don't know what you do to me, he wants to say. Instead, as he wraps his fingers around Kaveh's cock and swirls his thumb over its leaking head, he murmurs into the soft curl of Kaveh's ear: ]
What do you need, Kaveh?