[a soft hiss escapes his lips as Kaveh draws him close, almost a curse at the intensity of the actions. It's really not that long at all before he's at that edge, hips stilling as waves of pleasure wrack through him, the tightness of his throat with each twitch doing everything it needs to.
His fingers curl in soft hair, just enough to focus himself and not actively hold Kaveh in place when his orgasm hits. Neither does he try to adjust where Kaveh wants to be in the least, letting the heat of his mouth and throat urge each pulse of seed from him. It feels like ages, but certainly it's only moments before everything starts to calm down a little at a time.]
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His fingers curl in soft hair, just enough to focus himself and not actively hold Kaveh in place when his orgasm hits. Neither does he try to adjust where Kaveh wants to be in the least, letting the heat of his mouth and throat urge each pulse of seed from him. It feels like ages, but certainly it's only moments before everything starts to calm down a little at a time.]