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The juice of the zaytun peach Tignari cuts drips down his thumb and into his palm. It's sticky and the scent is sweet, not unlike the blonde man who lays next to him in fever, hand on his leg like a life line.
Tighnari's tongue juts out to lick the juice, as his eyes lock with his mate. Kaveh's face is flushed and sweaty, proof his heat has yet to run it's full course. His hazy eyes seem to plead some unspoken question to Tighnari, who quickly resumes his cutting of the fruit.
Soon a soft slice of peach is pressed against the man's lips. Tighnari's thumb brushing against Kaveh's bottom lip as he pushes the rest of it into his mouth forcing him to eat. Kaveh begins to chew his eyes closing, his head resting once again against Tighnari's bare leg.
Tighnari pulls the water flask off his end table and takes a long swig.
It was the fourth day of Kaveh's heat cycle and necessary tasks such as eating and drinking had taken a backseat to Kaveh's desperate need to be wrapped around Tighnari's waist day in and day out.
In a brief respite, all Tighnari could do was make sure his mate and himself were taken care of, before the need to care for his lover's carnal needs over whelmed him yet again.
He brushed Kaveh's bangs from his face before moving his hand to the back of his head lifting it.
“Drink.”
He pressed the edge of the flask once again to his mouth, hoping Kaveh was lucid enough to partake.
After a moment of pause, he began to suck at the edge of it, Tighnari taking it as an invitation to lift and let the water flow into his mouth. He stopped when Kaveh made an effort to pull away. Hearing him swallow, he set the flask down again and turned again to him.
Kaveh was making a humming noise that sounded divine to his ears. Tighnari's padded fingers lovingly stroked the blonde's head in a comforting gesture.
This scene had played out many times in the last few days and he chuckled to himself as he knew what came next.
Kaveh's humming slowly got more desperate sounding as he nuzzled into his leg.
“Shhh, I'm here. Kaveh.”
Tighnari lowered himself to be beside him on the bed as once again the fever clouded Kaveh's mind, demanding him to be touched, held, adored.
Tighnari's lips met Kaveh's who desperately sucked onto his, breaking off only to moan.
As Kaveh's nails dug into his back, and a long whine sounded into his neck, Tighnari spent the last few moments of clarity whispering comforts to the man that was his,
“I'm right here Kaveh. I'm not going anywhere.”
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Small Bonus;
Kaveh smells like sweet wine/liquor and padisarah flowers.
Tighnari smells like the forest after it rains.