[The press of Kaveh's lips against his feels as miraculous as having the first drink of water after days of having gone without. Alhaitham can't help but drink in each and every kiss that passes between them there after, and when Kaveh pulls away Alhaitham can't help himself from trying to chase after, shuddering at the sensation of Kaveh's hands that have come to cradle his face, his touch blessedly cool even as it heightens the searing heat that has overcome him.]
Not now. [He manages to say, staring at Kaveh with eyes that are already completely blown out.] Just want—you.
[The hand that'd been grabbing Kaveh's shirt lets go in order to start touching now, slipping underneath one side of the deep cut of his shirt to run his hand over the expanse of skin there, relishing the mere sensation of touch. It's been so long... he can't help but want more. More and more until he'd had his fill, but even then it'd never be enough.
action; they really are bless them
Not now. [He manages to say, staring at Kaveh with eyes that are already completely blown out.] Just want—you.
[The hand that'd been grabbing Kaveh's shirt lets go in order to start touching now, slipping underneath one side of the deep cut of his shirt to run his hand over the expanse of skin there, relishing the mere sensation of touch. It's been so long... he can't help but want more. More and more until he'd had his fill, but even then it'd never be enough.
He can never have enough of Kaveh.]