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Kaveh has been encountering quite a problem lately.
Well.
Maybe it’s not so much a problem…
It’s more of an inconvenience.
Because it isn’t all bad, Kaveh would even say the pros outweigh the cons.Thanks to this minor inconvenience, he sleeps better at night, spends less time overthinking, and feels properly cherished. So don’t get him wrong, it’s not that he’s complaining, but, somehow… he hopes this small inconvenience fades with time. However, if it disappears, will the benefits remain? Because the problem isn’t the situation in itself, but more the consequences the morning after. After all, during it, Kaveh has little to no complaints.
If only it didn’t result in him feeling sore every time he leaves the house.
“Wait, wait, Haitham, I’m coming, I’m—”
A hoarse noise escapes his throat as his body shakes under the intensity of his orgasm despite his fight to hold back. His eyes close reflexively, his chest lifting from the bed as he writhes under Alhaitham’s large naked frame. It feels like he would fly off without the weight pushing his body back into the sheets. Alhaitham, the scoundrel, lets out a small groan, immovable, only continuing to stroke Kaveh through his fits of pleasure, covering his lover with tender gazes and soft kisses.
Gods.
He broke down within mere seconds of Alhaitham’s fingers entering him. Of course, spreading Kaveh open while stroking his cock would result in him coming early. But as always, the Scribe didn’t want to hear any of his warnings.
Even before that, Alhaitham used the last half hour of their time to tease Kaveh until he cracked. He started with kissing every inch of his skin, from his neck to his upper thighs, slightly biting just under his pelvis, sucking marks into the crooks of his legs. Just because he could. That fiend.
He then leisurely took Kaveh’s half-hard cock in hand, stroking at a slow pace while inserting a lubed finger inside, opening him up like they had all the time in the world. It’s only when this excruciating teasing drove Kaveh near the point of madness that the rascal finally chose to speed up and please in earnest, kissing Kaveh’s chest innocently, as if Alhaitham wasn’t driving him crazy with light but passionate touches.
It isn’t even their first session of the day. Kaveh already came thrice this morning. Yet here he is again, with thin, white spurts covering both his and Alhaitham’s naked chests. The teal eyes pouring over Kaveh’s face shine with satisfaction and a hint of smugness. This bastard. He keeps getting away with this.
And the worst of all? Kaveh lets him.
Because of that smile. That damn smile.
“Alhaitham, I swear to God. You’ve barely gotten home, can you let me breathe for a second before jumping on me!? We haven’t even had dinner yet!” Kaveh props himself up on his elbows and tries to glare at his cheeky junior lying comfortably between his legs, chin resting on his abdomen.
“Says the man who coincidentally cleaned himself up just before I got home.”
“It’s called time management! Otherwise, we’d eat way too late because you insist on ‘showering’ together!”
“I thought you would have gotten it by now”, Alhaitham’s unamused gaze reflects ‘you’re currently being stupid, but I love you anyway’, and if Kaveh wasn’t occupied with coming back into his own skin, he would have probably strangled him. “Kaveh. Have you not noticed that if you don’t let me ‘help’ in the shower, I finger you during foreplay anyway?”
“And I keep telling you that I already prepared on my own in the shower! Why, Ô So Practical One, why do you insist on wasting time with it!?”
“Helping you and experiencing pleasure with you doesn’t count as wasting time to me.”
And there it is. There. It. Is. That’s how he gets away with it. What could Kaveh possibly say in response to something so sweet!? It doesn’t help that, during all this conversation, Alhaitham has been softly caressing Kaveh’s hip with a thumb, lightly kissing his stomach still shaken by spasms from his last peak. And of course, doing so with that damn soft smile on his lips. As if being in Kaveh’s presence is all that he could ask for. Like arguing together over time management and mundane things like dinner is all he needs in life.
And don’t get him wrong. It’s not that Kaveh doesn’t like it. It’s just… so much. Too much. How is Kaveh supposed to deal with all of this!? With him!?
“So?” Alhaitham shifts down and hooks an arm under Kaveh’s thigh to bring it against his mouth. He brushes his lips over the marks he left in between, his smile turning devious. “Ready for more?”
And gods, Kaveh regrets ever going missing for a whole month. He also regrets spending that month crafting small houses, running around in the wild, and staying away from alcohol, because his new endurance in bed only enables Alhaitham further. This is the fourth (fourth!) time he came today, where they were lucky before if Kaveh came twice within twelve hours.
Alhaitham never complained about it in the past. Really, he understood that Kaveh, most of the time, was too tired for more and that was fine. Because, usually, the Scribe didn’t have that much of a sex drive. If Kaveh asked for sex, Alhaitham would respond with a small ‘sure’, and offer a night of gentle cuddling in the sheets.
While the recent increase of passion is appreciated by his artistic soul… Alhaitham is going to kill him at this rate (well, not really, at least he thinks, but… well, Kaveh gets whatever point this internal rambling is trying to make, so that’s what counts).
Anyway, faking disinterest for a second round is pointless because his cock is already half-hard again. From the smirk dancing on Alhaitham’s lips, from the devious glint in his eyes, from the slightly pink cheeks, and from the head of grey hair currently lodged between his thighs, it’s all too tempting. So Kaveh can’t say no, because of that damn smile.
He will try to deflect, though.
“Don’t you think I’ve had enough for now?” He starts, as steady as possible, despite Alhaitham’s hot breath delightfully brushing against the space spanning his upper thigh to his stomach, spreading goosebumps all over his skin. “How about I take care of you?”
Alhaitham’s eyes widen at the proposition, as he pauses in his movements. Kaveh restrains a fond smile at the cogs turning behind the scribe’s intense gaze. He also tries to ignore the sudden weakness in his legs, as it quickly spreads to the rest of his body. Alhaitham’s eyes have always had an effect on him, always making him a little weak, churning his guts in pleasant twists.
“No”, finally answers Alhaitham. “I’d prefer pleasuring you a bit more.”
If Alhaitham hadn’t opened his mouth, Kaveh would have folded—demanded even— and said something like put your dick in my ass immediately. But as always, count on Alhaitham to ruin the mood and choose arguing above anything else. Even with his recent increased sex drive, some things never change.
What does change though, is that since he has come back, Alhaitham hasn’t let him return the favor even once. And to be fair, Kaveh misses being doting in bed. After all he likes to take care of people, and he has so few opportunities to care for his favorite junior that he relishes even more those rare instances during sex with Alhaitham.
Okay. Now, for the convincing part.
“How much is a ‘bit more’ Alhaitham?” sighs Kaveh, trying to construct a smooth lead into his argument. “A ‘bit more’ made me late to an appointment this morning.”
“Well, you don’t have anything else to do after this.”
Kaveh gasps in obfuscation, forgetting all about any meticulous plans to dote on Alhaitham. “Rude! What about dinner!? And I told you, I have work to catch up on!”
“So, you plan to tinker until midnight after this. Let me remind you, it is not by frantically running yourself dry that you will finish everything. Take things bit by bit. How many hours have you already spent on your projects today?”
Right, how many hours did Kaveh spend on work today? After his appointment at 8 am (well, 8:10 thanks to a certain someone), Kaveh rushed back home to work on the design for a new villa near Port Ormos. Then, he went over some other drafts for a new library in the desert, only for his mind to finally come up with a brilliant idea to strengthen the foundation for a bridge renovation project over some gorges in the north… and finally ended his day with a bit of accounting and resource management. Alhaitham got home at 6:30 pm after an hour of reading in the house of Daena, like usual, so Kaveh stopped working at around 6 to take a shower… He has worked a simple 9 am to 6 pm if he doesn’t count his meeting at 8. Wait…has Kaveh even had lunch? Right, the Aranara dropped something off for him, and he ate while going over his sketches. Maybe. Or was that yesterday?
“Your difficulty in answering that question tells me all I need to know”, states Alhaitham, pulling Kaveh out of his thoughts. “You didn’t take a single break, did you?”
Kaveh frowns. Well. Yeah. He didn’t. But he was in such a perfect mood today. It would have been a waste not to take advantage of it.
“That’s it, no more work for you today”, one of Alhaitham’s hands shifts from under Kaveh’s thigh to the small of his back, lifting the blond’s stomach to lay a kiss just below his navel. “On that note, let me take care of you a bit longer.”
Kaveh feels his cheeks growing hot, embarrassed to have been seen through so easily. “H-How did we even get on the topic of my work schedule!?” He tries to fight back, realizing this isn’t going anywhere near where he planned (alas, a bit too late), “You’re distracting me from our original debate, which is about ME taking care of YOU for a change—”
“—Fine, I’ll admit, I have my own motives. I love seeing you squirm from overstimulation.” The effect of this line is that of a punch to Kaveh’s guts. A very hot and sexy punch. “Show me again, Kaveh.”
If he was standing up, Kaveh would have instantly crumbled to the ground. Powerless, he watches Alhaitham continue his trail of tender kisses from his stomach to one of his knees with the same patience and reverence as earlier, setting Kaveh’s insides aflame with butterflies and magma.
Again. What could he possibly do against this? Kaveh is a weak, weak man against earnest demands, and even weaker when they come from Alhaitham. Adding in all that sweet talk and care? He’d lost the game from the start.
Kaveh lets his arms falter as he sinks his head back into the bed, covering his eyes with the palms of his hands. A groan of frustration and arousal escapes his lips as Alhaitham takes Kaveh’s cock in his hand again. It softened a bit during their argument, but waves of pleasure surge back immediately at the contact of Alhaitham’s skin.
Kaveh’s reaction earns him a small chuckle, and his frustration dissipates. Really, it’s unfair. He would forgive anything at the simplest uptick of Alhaitham’s lips.
“Your refractory period really diminished, huh... That month did you wonders.” Comments Alhaitham.
And Kaveh can’t deal with the fascination and softness he hears in his tone. He still tries to fight a losing battle against the heat spreading across his face. “Shut up and get on with it!” He bites in retaliation. Because how dare Alhaitham be so sweet AND hot, while using unwarranted vocabulary such as ‘refractory period’ in bed.
Another deep chuckle renders Kaveh utterly weak and melts all his complaints away once again. “So bossy.”
Alhaitham slides a finger back into Kaveh’s lubed hole with a hum, probing around with slow thrusts, still mindful of his recent orgasm. His other hand softly closes around Kaveh’s cock, thumb playing with the tip, his other fingers moving swiftly around the shaft.
An exhale shakes its way out of Kaveh’s mouth, his abdomen clenching under the stimulation. He does try his best to stay still, but his mind is fuzzy from earlier. Kaveh focuses on getting the remaining tension out, his hands leaving his eyes to lay comfortably on the sheets, searching for a grounding sensation in the fabric.
“That’s it, just relax. You’re doing so well”, comments Alhaitham in a soft voice that stirs a moan in response.
Kaveh lets his eyes close, focused on the careful movements guiding him through his remaining spasms until they fade into a comfortable buzz. Nothing too urgent, just a low heat burning in the pit of his stomach, maintained by the attentive motions of Alhaitham’s fingers on his length, and by the light rubbing inside that’s teasing just below his prostate. A satisfied exhale escapes his lungs as he melts into the mattress, comfortable, turning completely boneless. Alright, if this is the pace that Alhaitham is setting, maybe it’s not too bad.
Alas, one of the first rules of interacting with this impossible man is ‘expect the unexpected’. Alhaitham always manages to keep everyone on their toes, no matter how long you’ve known him. It stays true in bed. And so, just as Kaveh relaxes into the repetitive caresses lulling him into a sense of security, Alhaitham decides to dial up the tension.
Without any warning, his head sinks between Kaveh’s legs and he starts licking at his cock. He also slides a second finger inside, leading his probing a bit further up, now targeting with cruel precision.
A wet cry escapes Kaveh’s mouth. His back arcs from the sudden increase in intensity as his stomach contracts, the comfortable heat evolving into a furnace.
Unbothered by the new shivers running through his lover’s body, Alhaitham hums appreciatively, his hand leaving Kaveh’s cock to rub soothing caresses over the blond’s hip. He then sinks his mouth further down, sucking lightly, teasing with his tongue, before going even deeper.
Quickly after, a third finger enters Kaveh’s hole, stretching the ring of muscle, joining the now vigorous thrusts to his prostate. Kaveh can not contain neither the breathy moans, nor the gasps of Alhaitham’s name as his eyes shoot open towards the ceiling. His hands thrash around before settling on the head of grey hair between his legs, grasping for dear life. Alhaitham’s only responses are quiet, measured hums each time he sinks down on his shaft. He then goes back up to lick at the tip, like a reassuring rhythm. Calculated, appreciative, meant to soothe Kaveh.
There’s been another change since Kaveh’s return: Alhaitham wasn’t as noisy in bed before. He was usually a quiet presence, filled with silent stares and soft caresses. While that softness still remains, Alhaitham now seems dead set on responding to Kaveh’s moans, vocalizing his pleasure with small hums, even when his mouth is occupied.
Forced and strained at first, the sounds Alhaitham makes grow more natural as he keeps going, turning into slightly out of breath, honest grunts, responding to the higher and higher cries bursting out of Kaveh’s lungs.
This is where Kaveh makes the mistake of looking down. He meets that—terrible, horrible! — laser-pointing teal stare, set aflame by searing passion, a show of feverishness and hunger that Alhaitham rarely puts on display. A pleading whine exits Kaveh’s lungs at his lusting, unabashed gaze. It causes the heat inside his stomach to spread throughout his muscles, sending shivers running through his nape, his back, his legs, and even his feet, cramping his body around a very fast build-up.
He starts to stutter again. “Wait, w-wait, please!” his pleads crack at a suck along his tip, “Al-ah-haitham, just—” Kaveh gasps, tears pearling at the corners of his eyes at the burning intensity invading him, “I’m gonna—ah! —again—!”
When all he gets in response is yet another encouraging hum, Kaveh straight out sobs with frustration, “Please, just fuck me already!” he lashes out, the heat growing unbearable, fueling his frustration into a fit of anger, “How many times do you want me to come on your fingers, geez—!”
Alhaitham suddenly stops his movements, his fingers slipping out of Kaveh. He pops the head of Kaveh’s cock out of his mouth to raise next to him on the sheets, then circles a soothing arm around Kaveh’s stomach before kissing away the tears building at the corner of his eyes.
“Okay, I’m sorry, I’m sorry”, he hushes in the blond’s ear. “Relax a bit and then we can continue, alright?”
Kaveh lets out trembling sobs, both at the loss of the delicious but tortuous ministrations and the comforting words as Alhaitham cuddles him back into focus. He reaches for more contact, rolling his head to meet Alhaitham’s, forehead to forehead, feeling the hot but calm breath of his lover mingle with his jolted gasps.
Alhaitham’s hand on Kaveh’s stomach slides a bit further to catch his waist, pulling him closer. “I’ve got you, don’t worry.”
The fit of frustration inside Kaveh finally subsides, leaving only the heat of his arousal. He also finds his voice back. “You, always, always, drive me crazy every time”, he whines grumbles between heavy breaths, “Why are you so set on doing so?”
He gets another hum in response, and Kaveh thinks he’s growing insane from the non-verbal answers. Thankfully, after kissing the side of his head, Alhaitham decides to be a bit more talkative. “I don’t think you realize just how enjoyable it is to tease you.”
Sadly, that is not the kind of answer that Kaveh wanted to hear.
“Now you’re just messing with me! You’re a bully and you know it, you just find enjoyment in playing with others, you lunatic—”
“No, I enjoy playing with you.”
Those words launch Kaveh’s stomach into a spiral of delicious twists. Oh gods. Alhaitham was so quick to correct him on that, and it sounded so pointed too. As if he was genuinely upset that he could be misunderstood. Maybe that was the kind of answer Kaveh wanted to hear after all.
“I enjoy every face you make”, Alhaitham takes advantage of Kaveh’s silence to kiss his cheek, his hand gripping more forcefully around his waist. “Every inflection of your voice”, he trails kisses down his neck, “the way you move”, to his sternum, “and the colors your skin takes”, to his chest, and stops just above his heart. “Nobody else comes even close, and I won’t stop repeating it until you understand.”
That’s another change since Kaveh came back: Alhaitham has been communicating more and more with verbal praise. Not only in bed, but in their daily lives Alhaitham has been complimenting Kaveh on his beauty, his wits, or the food he makes. They don't even sound backhanded or sarcastic…most of the time. His usually flat intonations go a little higher with whispers of admiration, earnestly impressed that Kaveh can break an egg and pour its contents into a pan with only one hand, even though he knows Alhaitham can do the same. (Although, he does recognize that Alhaitham's tendency to multitask gets Kaveh a little hot under the collar too. Usually, it's an agile hand moving around while the other holds a book, and Kaveh often happens to pick up on it during arguments. As if he wasn't already struggling to keep his sanity. Anyway, the point is: it wouldn't be strange for Alhaitham to have two or three weird fascinations in return.)
And so, in addition to the long list of ‘things Alhaitham does that turn Kaveh’s legs into putty’, this new habit of verbal praise renders Kaveh completely speechless, buzzing with a comfortable mixture of embarrassment and happiness.
“I also love when you don’t know how to take a compliment.”
Okay, that one was a tease. To that quip, Kaveh knows how to respond. “Will you stop it already? I swear, if you don’t get on with it in the next five minutes, I’m leaving you here and finishing myself off alo—hmph!”
It’s apparently a threat Kaveh won’t have to act upon, because Alhaitham retaliates with a hungry, deep kiss, their teeth clashing, tongues entangling in a heated mess. The scribe slides a hand between Kaveh’s thighs, turning the blond on his side and propping his leg in the air.
Kaveh then feels Alhaitham’s cock rut against his backside and tastes grunts in his mouth, his head turning away from the controlled facade slipping from his lover’s usual expression. Alhaitham’s other hand comes to cup Kaveh’s face, twisting the blond’s torso to prolong their kiss despite his body now facing the other way. The angle is awkward, frustratingly so, but being manhandled by the sense of haste that Alhaitham is moving with sends Kaveh’s brain into a frenzy.
As his leg is pushed closer toward his chest, his muscles straining with the stretch, Kaveh finally feels the tip of Alhaitham’s cock probing the ring of muscle of his hole. Their lips part for a bit, both panting in each other’s space.
Then, Alhaitham lets go of the grasp on Kaveh’s thigh, his hand searching frantically in the sheets for the bottle of lube they abandoned earlier. His gaze doesn’t leave Kaveh’s as his hips grind against his ass, and Alhaitham’s other hand tenses around Kaveh’s jaw, locking them in place in this suspended moment. A whole discussion takes place between their eyes.
Hurry.
I’m hurrying.
I want to feel you.
Me too.
I can’t wait any longer.
Me neither.
Finally, Alhaitham finds the bottle, opens the cap, and pours its contents on Kaveh’s ass cheek.
Hey! That’s cold you idiot.
Sorry.
Alhaitham then tosses the bottle aside, and gathers the lube dripping on Kaveh’s skin, slicking his cock with it. A relieved groan escapes him.
You animal.
One of my hands was occupied, I had no choice.
Despite the anticipation rising in his chest, Kaveh bites his lower lip at the sight of Alhaitham’s eyelashes trembling under pleasure, eagerness at war with a prayer for this blissful moment to last.
Finally, finally, Alhaitham guides his tip against Kaveh’s entrance and pushes inside. The suspended instant of peace breaks.
A long but quiet moan leaves Kaveh’s mouth as he feels each inch of Alhaitham’s slowly cock breach into him. He throws his head back, bumping his lover’s nose on the way. Alhaitham’s hand slips from Kaveh’s jaw to his throat, then to his sternum over his heart as he hugs him and brings them as close as possible.
Kaveh lets himself go against the broad chest, and guttural sounds slip from his lips as Alhaitham’s hand returns under the blond’s thigh, grip firm.
It feels so hot, trapped in those arms, cock slowly piercing into him. The waves of heat at the crest of Kaveh’s stomach are impossible to escape, sending shivers through his entire body. Another high-pitched moan rips out of him when Alhaitham presses slowly into his prostate, filling him thoroughly.
“You’re so warm…” he feels more than hear Alhaitham’s words into his neck, and it pulls a whine out of his lungs.
“Please… Alhaitham, for the love of all Archons, move.” He lashes out, a bit desperate and wholly annoyed.
After a press of lips at Kaveh’s nape, Alhaitham listens (sort of), and starts to grind with deep, small thrust, head lodged between the blonde’s shoulder blades. The scribe seems set on sharing as much heat as possible, not wanting to be apart even a few millimeters. His body stays glued to Kaveh, barely moving, his cock pressing gently inside. It rubs against his sweet spots, the pressure edging, not enough to satisfy.
Kaveh shakes, left craving with the agonizingly slow pace. His frustration increases at his helplessness, his leg trapped in Alhaitham’s grip. His hips are pressed against the bed, preventing him from properly fucking himself on the scribe’s cock.
“Properly—! Do it properly, please!” He pleads on the brink of madness.
It seems to do the trick and pulls Alhaitham out of his trance. His grasp on Kaveh’s chest releases as his muscled arm pushes against the bed to gain leverage. The grip on Kaveh’s thigh tightens while Alhaitham finally pulls out, only to thrust back in immediately. Delirious, Kaveh writhes against the sheets with a high keen of relief, his brain melting under the wave of pleasure crashing as Alhaitham’s tip forcefully slams against his prostate.
It’s still not enough.
“Please! Fuck! More—!” He tries between moans, taunting Alhaitham to go faster, deeper, harder.
He receives an uneven grunt in his ear. Alhaitham’s harsh breath brushes against his neck before teeth nip feverishly at his skin in retaliation, as if to say ‘stop rushing me’. How so Alhaitham to go at his own pace while Kaveh slowly devolves into an incoherent bundle of emotions and feelings. After leaving a few bruises, the scribe finally relents and puts some distance between their bodies to pick up the pace, his thrusts growing harsh, pressing mercilessly inside as Kaveh feels the burn of pleasure, the blaze of passion he has been craving for.
“Yes! Like—ah—that—!”
A guttural moan grates out of Alhaitham’s throat, and Kaveh feels him shift his grip on his thigh, clawing at his skin, fingers sure to leave marks in the morning. He wishes they stay on him forever, imprint there, permeate through the skin, and carve their way into his bones, into his soul. For some reason, Kaveh desperately wants to see on himself the marks left by his impossible junior. He wants to have proof of their long-lived bond, proof of how much he riles up Alhaitham, proof that he is wanted. So, he pushes back against the grip, hoping it will intensify, hoping for their skin to fuse. Kaveh finds himself trapped between the sheets and a muscled chest as Alhaitham stretches his already strained leg up higher, pounding him into the pillows as the wood of the bed creaks under the now violent thrusts.
If he felt helpless before, he is now completely at Alhaitham’s mercy. He is incapable of escaping neither the grip on his thigh, nor his fiery teal gaze hyper focused on every twitch of pleasure. The violent, mind-shattering thrusts that drive deeper and deeper meet Kaveh’s hips with wet noises from the lube, sweat, and pre-cum coating them both.
But for some reason, it’s Alhaitham who is shivering. Somehow, it’s Alhaitham who lets out wounded noises, despite having the upper hand.
Their eyes meet, and the haze of lust clears out from Kaveh’s view in favor of fiery teal eyes. Once again, their thoughts are expressed through their stares.
Suddenly, Kaveh is taken by the urge to ask if everything is alright.
There is something frail in Alhaitham’s gaze. Something delicate like glass. He always appears so strong and stable that Kaveh tends to miss when his outer layer cracks, revealing his fragility. But now, face to face, near the tipping point, there is no ignoring it.
Kiss me, Kaveh thinks. Kiss me now, he pleads in his head, while his mouth parts around gasps. He hopes it will resolve everything. He hopes it will answer the intangible crack of glass staining the shades of Alhaitham’s eyes.
And the glassy teal swells up, moist, as Kaveh’s telepathic signals are received. Silver lashes close, concealing the fascinating fragility as Alhaitham presses down, squeezing Kaveh’s leg between their frames to reach for a kiss.
It’s a soft, warm touch between their lips, pliant, weak, as they pant in each other’s mouth. It grows sloppy but so intimate that Kaveh’s chest swells with an urge to cry. Soon, he feels nothing other than Alhaitham’s soft kiss, their mouths melting together, tongues searching, pushing and following one another in an unending hold.
When they finally part, Kaveh jarringly comes back to his senses. Alhaitham’s moist lips move out of his reach as Kaveh feels the cock inside him dragging deep, catching his rim. His leg is still trapped in an iron grip, used to pull Kaveh against erratic thrusts that he can’t escape, spreading him a bit more each time. It feels stupidly good.
Kaveh’s build-up fastens as he is forced to take everything. His body is twitching, his cock jerking powerlessly at each thrust, sometimes grazing against his abdomen or the sheets, which adds a delicious, raw friction to his already delirious fever.
His head spins under the intense stimulation. Kaveh doesn’t even notice his orgasm until it crashes down and shocks all the nerves in his system. He isn’t sure what sounds are coming out of his mouth anymore, his chest convulsing under ripples of pleasure, his muscles tensing with numerous spasms, shivers spreading from the crest of his stomach to every hair on his body. His lungs cave out under strangled breaths, blocked by his nerves clenching, his senses ravaged.
However, all that spurts out from Kaveh’s cock from all that build-up, is only three small drops of come, which he feels rolling pathetically along his length.
When he regains his perception of external stimuli, Alhaitham is rocking his cock deep inside, in slow, deep thrusts that have Kaveh’s voice grow hoarse from whines and sobs of overstimulation. He feels sore, shattered, tears streaming out of his eyes, but the warmth of Alhaitham’s body brings so much comfort that he would break to pieces if the deep, tortuous grind stopped now. He barely registers Alhaitham mumbling his name in his ear, voice tight, restrained with emotions that Kaveh can’t currently discern.
He grasps at a sense of focus, listening attentively to the throaty, strained moans punched out of Alhaitham as his release draws near. Kaveh tries to focus on the trembling hands on his leg and torso, their grips nearly petrified. But completely overwhelmed, he only vaguely registers the scribe’s body growing taunt, shaking with errant movements. Until, finally, he feels the cock twitch violently against his walls, spilling warm liquid inside.
Alhaitham then releases Kaveh’s leg, plops to the side behind the blond, and circles both arms around his waist, cock still inside as he shivers. Kaveh’s brain finally starts to catch up.
Another anomaly since his return: Alhaitham has grown quite jittery in bed. He still remembers the scribe’s tears, one week before, during their first time together after a month of separation. Alhaitham hasn’t reached that level of distress since then, but it still plays in the architect’s mind when he feels his boyfriend shiver against him like this.
Kaveh presses into the heat, spooning his back, trying to bring comfort to his still trembling junior. Thankfully, it gets Alhaitham to settle. For a few seconds, Kaveh indulges and basks in the warmth of their exhausted limbs, the calm of their panting, and the coolness of sweat pearling on his skin. For a second, he feels satiated.
Then, in true Alhaitham fashion, his impossible junior brings a palm around Kaveh’s worn-out cock, and gives it a testing tug. Kaveh feels his soul vibrate out of his skin.
“One more?” A cheeky, lustful, terribly –horribly! — sexy voice slips in his ear and Kaveh’s tranquility shatters.
He discards all his musings in favor of indignation. Hmph! To think he was almost worried!
“Wait!” He pleads, “Too soon, too soon, I can’t—!”
But his babbling does nothing to stop the hand from moving, as Alhaitham’s other palm starts to once again draw soothing circles on Kaveh’s hip.
“Sorry, I want to hear you a bit more. Please?” Look at him, trying to play the card of the cute junior.
And a raw, raspy keen is hurled out of Kaveh’s throat, his chest thrashing around without any semblance of control.
“L-Let me breathe—!” He tries. But his body doesn’t listen to his own cries, his hip thrusting against that tortuous hand, eager for more.
“Do you know how much I missed this? How much I missed you?” continues Alhaitham while his strokes increase in vigor.
“Do you know how many times I woke up after seeing you come in my dreams, only to find you nowhere near me in the morning?”
Kaveh’s hole traitorously flutters around Alhaitham’s softening cock, still lodged deep inside. It sends another high-pitched moan spiraling out of his mouth.
“Do you know how much I longed to have you here like this, by my side, tangible, and not disappearing into a puff of smoke at the end of the night?”
Amongst his writhing, Kaveh vaguely notices the edge of Alhaitham’s voice in his unprompted rambling, an edge he doesn’t know the reason for, a ping of sourness he can’t exactly place. If in his right mind, he would have asked ‘What happened while I was gone?’
If in his right mind, Kaveh would have searched Alhaitham’s eyes, scanned them for any weird glint, and gauged exactly how ‘sour’ Alhaitham felt while saying that. Kaveh would have then thought that he should have been there. He should have been there for all the hardships Alhaitham went through last month.
But currently playing right in Alhaitham’s hands, he forgets everything else as his tease of a boyfriend shifts his hips, moving inside just a notch, just enough for Kaveh’s hole to twitch violently in response. Deft fingers continue to run across his cock, playing with his tip, scandalous squelching noises filling the room at each stroke.
“Please, Kaveh, show me that you’re here. That you’re still here, that you came back. Please, I need it. Prove you’re here… With me.”
Kaveh doesn’t understand why Alhaitham starts begging. Doesn’t understand why Alhaitham insists on bringing Kaveh to the edge of madness every time they find themselves in a bed. Doesn’t understand why he doesn’t let Kaveh reciprocate. All he knows is that those words set hellfire inside his stomach, a magma of wicked desire flowing through his veins while waves of heat pierce through skin.
The sound that rips out of his mouth doesn’t even have a proper definition anymore. A whine. A moan, a gasp, a wail, who knows.
All he registers is that suddenly the world fades to white, the sounds disappear, and for a short while, he feels nothing else but that searing molten pleasure tearing at his being.
He then falls completely boneless against the soft sheets, his nerves completely numb, like a puppet with its strings suddenly cut. And gods, he’s sore.
“Huh. Nothing came out.”
Kaveh takes time to register that Alhaitham just spoke, in his usual neutral tone, any edge completely evaporated, as if it had never been there in the first place.
He takes even more time to register the meaning of his words: Alhaitham is talking about Kaveh’s cock. And Kaveh just experienced his sixth orgasm of the day. Sixth. And dry.
“Y-You—brute!” his hoarse voice protests, “Of course nothing came out,” he takes a deep breath, trying to come back down. Oh god. “I have nothing left!”, another deep breath, that was hot. “You literally, literally, ran me dry!”
Alhaitham literally ran me dry. That is so, so hot.
His mind trips over his thoughts. This will probably haunt Kaveh for a while. If not forever.
Alhaitham smiles maliciously at that. Curse that damn smile.
If he isn’t going to behave, as his senior, Kaveh needs to put a stop to this madness. “No. Don’t even think about it.”
“Oh? I feel like you could go for another one though.”
The worst part of that? Kaveh thinks so too. This will fuel his fantasies for a while. But… his whole body screams in protest. And he isn’t sure how he will ever get up again if they push it further.
So, instead of folding and answering something like please, take me, grill me and fuck me sideways until I can’t even remember my name, he twists around to lightly flick the forehead of his junior, letting the dick inside of him slip out with a mixture of cum and lube. At least the discomfort of the sensation refrains Kaveh from asking anything that may have repercussions.
“I’ve had enough”, Kaveh finally states firmly, “Go start the bath while I figure out how to walk again.”
“I could carry you.”
“No, don’t bothe—eek!”
In true Alhaitham fashion, he doesn’t listen, and lifts Kaveh bridal style before walking in the direction of the bathroom. What a horrible, terrible, malicious scoundrel of a junior. Why does Kaveh even put up with this?
(Again, he knows why. Again, it’s because of that smile. That damn smile.)