[ kaveh grabs a hold of sunday's wrist, his own hand trembling as he tries to remove it, but there's a part of him that's enjoying the over-stimulation. it's him, but also it's not him, and that's mind-fucking him more than anything right now. ] You- You should. [ his face is flushed when sunday finally obliges, kaveh's hand falling back to the bed as he grips it tightly. ] You... you taste nice, Sunday. [ and he really wants to taste more of him... using both his mouths. ]