[ Kaveh laughs— and then gasps as Tighnari shoves him, landing him on his back with the smaller man straddled across him, fingers tearing into the laces of his pants. There's a grin at the corners of his mouth, something a little smug, although it's stuttered a little by the brush of hands against him, and the moan on his lips does little to hide how eager he is for it too, as much as he might be enjoying the way Tighnari falls apart under his teasing.
His own hands fall to his hips, shimmying his pants over them a little as the laces come loose, letting his cock come free from its confines. It curves up against his belly, flushed and swollen, as his hands lift to meet his lover's hips instead of his own. ]
You got what you want, Tighnari. [ For all that he enjoys teasing, he's at a disadvantage now— and maybe he likes that a little too— but the smile on his lips is still broad, gently amused. ] What are you going to do with it?
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His own hands fall to his hips, shimmying his pants over them a little as the laces come loose, letting his cock come free from its confines. It curves up against his belly, flushed and swollen, as his hands lift to meet his lover's hips instead of his own. ]
You got what you want, Tighnari. [ For all that he enjoys teasing, he's at a disadvantage now— and maybe he likes that a little too— but the smile on his lips is still broad, gently amused. ] What are you going to do with it?