[Alhaitham doesn't speak, and despite the pleasure that still flows between them, Kaveh isn't oblivious to the shift in the air. Something makes his stomach curl in inexplicable guilt, but it's impossible to focus long enough to figure out what, exactly, it is. Alhaitham's fingers are too clever, and Kaveh is too desperate to feel him, unable to figure out the words he wants and unwilling to pull away long enough to try.
(It's for the best, anyway. It would only make a mess of things, and then they'd both be left unsatisfied, bitter, and angry. That's not what either of them need right now.)
It's easier to push his doubts away once Alhaitham withdraws. The air shifts again, but in a different way--it's charged, frenetic in a way that transcends their usual haste. Kaveh can barely keep up as Alhaitham strips him further, his hands falling back to the hood of the car to keep himself balanced. When Alhaitham rejoins him, it's all Kaveh can do to keep himself on his elbows, caught up in the tide of Alhaitham's lust as he molds their bodies together and drinks Kaveh's sounds directly from his lips.
Kaveh's never been passive, though. He isn't one to be overwhelmed by Alhaitham's force, and that's certainly isn't about to change now--not when it took so long for his heart rate to slow earlier, even after he'd seen Alhaitham emerging from the flames unscathed. He meets Alhaitham's fervor with his own, parting his lips and coaxing Alhaitham's tongue into his mouth with his own, uncaring of the trail of spit that slips down his chin. He hooks his hand around the back of Alhaitham's neck, using him for stability as he reaches for Alhaitham's cock again. He doesn't bother with any more teasing strokes. Instead, he simply shifts until there's no space left between them, urging Alhaitham inside of him.
One last time, he's always said, even though he doesn't need to look, because he knows exactly how they fit together. One last time, except Kaveh hasn't thought about anyone else like this for as long as he can remember. One last time, because they barely get along, because he's been burned too many times before, because Kaveh thought he would rather die than disrupt their flawless synergy on the track, the one good thing he's been able to cling to as he desperately tries to turn his life around--but that was before Alhaitham almost did die, and perspective is an ever-changing thing.
Kaveh doesn't want to think about that, though. He doesn't want to think anymore at all, at least for a little bit. So he sucks Alhaitham's lip into his mouth and bears his hips down, his nerves alight with anticipation at the promise of skin on slick, warm skin.]
[ This, at least, is a language they can speak well. They show their desperation through bites, tongues, scraping nails and fingertips. Kaveh takes hold of his cock and the obvious impatience makes Alhaitham shudder, feeling himself swell as Kaveh presses Alhaitham against his entrance. When Kaveh bears down, Alhaitham's hips tilt upward to meet it until he pushes deeply inside.
Alhaitham abruptly ends their kisses in thin strings of spit, barely managing to swallow. His eyes screw shut as he groans, reaching to grasp Kaveh's thigh as their hips pull flush together. He wants desperately to fuck him, make Kaveh see stars and beg him to slow down. It takes most of his willpower not to.
It helps that when he finally opens his eyes, brows still furrowed, Kaveh is there. His hair is loose and fanned out around him. His skin is shiny with sweat, slicked with oil, and it makes his eyes shine like clear, clean rubies. His throat bobs with every breath. His neck is spotted with bites and bruises. He looks gorgeous, all of him, so much that it aches.
Alhaitham wants this to be his. Hearts don't work this way, acquiescing to other people's fervent desires, but he can't help it.
With the tips of his fingers, Alhaitham lifts Kaveh's head from the hood of the car. He slips his hand through Kaveh's hair, shielding the back of his head from the metal behind it. He mouths kisses against the side of Kaveh's neck, dragging his lips upward until they reach his ear. He still smells the smoke, tastes the sweat and ash against his lips. ]
Kaveh.
[ He mutters between labored breaths. Kaveh's name spins in his head, over and over. His knees ache against the hood, taking on all of his weight as he rolls his hips, steady and slow. He savors the tightness as it sucks him in, pushing until he's completely sheathed in Kaveh's body before pulling back out to the head. ]
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(It's for the best, anyway. It would only make a mess of things, and then they'd both be left unsatisfied, bitter, and angry. That's not what either of them need right now.)
It's easier to push his doubts away once Alhaitham withdraws. The air shifts again, but in a different way--it's charged, frenetic in a way that transcends their usual haste. Kaveh can barely keep up as Alhaitham strips him further, his hands falling back to the hood of the car to keep himself balanced. When Alhaitham rejoins him, it's all Kaveh can do to keep himself on his elbows, caught up in the tide of Alhaitham's lust as he molds their bodies together and drinks Kaveh's sounds directly from his lips.
Kaveh's never been passive, though. He isn't one to be overwhelmed by Alhaitham's force, and that's certainly isn't about to change now--not when it took so long for his heart rate to slow earlier, even after he'd seen Alhaitham emerging from the flames unscathed. He meets Alhaitham's fervor with his own, parting his lips and coaxing Alhaitham's tongue into his mouth with his own, uncaring of the trail of spit that slips down his chin. He hooks his hand around the back of Alhaitham's neck, using him for stability as he reaches for Alhaitham's cock again. He doesn't bother with any more teasing strokes. Instead, he simply shifts until there's no space left between them, urging Alhaitham inside of him.
One last time, he's always said, even though he doesn't need to look, because he knows exactly how they fit together. One last time, except Kaveh hasn't thought about anyone else like this for as long as he can remember. One last time, because they barely get along, because he's been burned too many times before, because Kaveh thought he would rather die than disrupt their flawless synergy on the track, the one good thing he's been able to cling to as he desperately tries to turn his life around--but that was before Alhaitham almost did die, and perspective is an ever-changing thing.
Kaveh doesn't want to think about that, though. He doesn't want to think anymore at all, at least for a little bit. So he sucks Alhaitham's lip into his mouth and bears his hips down, his nerves alight with anticipation at the promise of skin on slick, warm skin.]
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Alhaitham abruptly ends their kisses in thin strings of spit, barely managing to swallow. His eyes screw shut as he groans, reaching to grasp Kaveh's thigh as their hips pull flush together. He wants desperately to fuck him, make Kaveh see stars and beg him to slow down. It takes most of his willpower not to.
It helps that when he finally opens his eyes, brows still furrowed, Kaveh is there. His hair is loose and fanned out around him. His skin is shiny with sweat, slicked with oil, and it makes his eyes shine like clear, clean rubies. His throat bobs with every breath. His neck is spotted with bites and bruises. He looks gorgeous, all of him, so much that it aches.
Alhaitham wants this to be his. Hearts don't work this way, acquiescing to other people's fervent desires, but he can't help it.
With the tips of his fingers, Alhaitham lifts Kaveh's head from the hood of the car. He slips his hand through Kaveh's hair, shielding the back of his head from the metal behind it. He mouths kisses against the side of Kaveh's neck, dragging his lips upward until they reach his ear. He still smells the smoke, tastes the sweat and ash against his lips. ]
Kaveh.
[ He mutters between labored breaths. Kaveh's name spins in his head, over and over. His knees ache against the hood, taking on all of his weight as he rolls his hips, steady and slow. He savors the tightness as it sucks him in, pushing until he's completely sheathed in Kaveh's body before pulling back out to the head. ]
You're perfect. You feel so good.