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"Thank you so much, madam. I am glad to be able to assist you." Kaveh tells his client, offering the lady a wide smile.
This month was busier than the last, but Kaveh didn't want his tiredness to catch up to him. In short, he's battling his exhaustion.
Standing up and seeing the client out, he looked at his schedule and sighed. "Just one last client for the day, and I'm done..." says Kaveh, drinking another cup of coffee.
He is focused on his work right now but can't help but think about how he wants to slack off and lie down. It must be nice to be so lazy, like a certain scribe in the Akademiya that's probably sleeping on the job right now.
"Architect Kaveh, right?" Ah, his client is here.
Kaveh stood immediately to greet the man. "Yes, that would be me. Good evening, Mr. Asad!"
The man looks unamused for some reason and just nods. "I'm here to see your revisions from last time." He says, and Kaveh pays no attention to his serious tone.
He gets his drawing tube, getting his sketches out of it.
He smiles brightly, proud of his work. This revision was his problem for the last 2 months, and brainstorming took such a toll on him.
"As you see, sir. I wanted to change the design on the outside of the house. It would be something like you suggested." Says Kaveh, pulling another sketch and showing a more detailed design for the client.
The man, Asad, nods. "You have wonderful designs, and you live up to your name." He says, and Kaveh smiles happily. "Thank you, si--" Kaveh says, but gets cut off by his client. "However, you talk too much to be a professional."
Kaveh's smile weakens, and he almost raises an eyebrow.
The client sighs, drinking his tea. "True professionals are not overly excited and talkative."
Kaveh immediately felt like shit. Was he too much? "I-I apologize." He tried to change the topic back to his work. "But as I was saying, this design--"
The man raises his hand to hush Kaveh. "I've heard enough. I'm going with this design, construction will start as soon as next week."
Kaveh fell back on his seat silently.
"Thank you so much, sir. I'm glad you liked my design." The architect says, trying to mask his sadness.
The client stood up before Kaveh could finish talking, not letting him see him out as well.
It wasn't the first time Kaveh dealt with a hostile client. There are lots of mean clients especially when they don't like something.
However, it was the first time a client told Kaveh that he wasn't a professional for talking too much. For some reason, he was upset.
But Kaveh is too selfless for his own good and took the client's suggestion too seriously.
"For take out, please." He tells the cashier, ordering dinner for himself and Alhaitham.
He started to think about whether Alhaitham thinks the same-- that he's too much of a blabbermouth.
"I'm home." He enters their shared home, his mind still wandering somewhere.
Alhaitham greets him, wearing a cute green apron that Kaveh bought him. "Welcome home, tough day at work again?" He notices, and Kaveh nods a little.
"The usual." The blond lied, he was more tired today than he was in the past hell days.
Alhaitham took the food container from Kaveh's hands.
"Oh? Did you buy something? I was cooking your favorite soup." He tells Kaveh who nods again.
Alhaitham could already guess but not point a finger at what happened. They've been living together for so long now, and have been boyfriends since a year ago.
He lets Kaveh change into comfortable clothes as he goes back to cooking soup. He was looking forward to Kaveh's reaction, to seeing the blond happy and smiling after learning what the scribe had been cooking.
The scribe rolls his eyes as he stirs the boiling soup, cursing whoever brought Kaveh's mood down in his mind.
As he continued cooking, he felt Kaveh's arms wrapping around his waist. "Haitham..." The architect nuzzles his head on the back of Alhaitham's neck.
"Get some rest." The scribe says softly, turning the stove off and facing Kaveh. "Let's eat dinner, hm?"
Kaveh nods, pulling away from the back-hug and getting plates to set the table.
The scribe tells Kaveh about how his day, hoping the architect does the same. Kaveh, however, only ate and listened quietly.
After doing the dishes and getting ready for bed, Kaveh held Alhaitham's hand before he could go to his bedroom. "Need you..." His expression was solemn yet needy.
Alhaitham immediately understood what Kaveh wanted. He needs a distraction, probably from his thoughts. His arms reached for Alhaitham's neck, wrapping them lovingly and pulling the other for a kiss.
Their lips met lovingly, despite the turmoil in Kaveh's heart. This is why he loves being distracted by Alhaitham, no matter how big the problem is-- he would forget once their lips are crashing.
Alhaitham held the architect's waist, pressing him against the door gently. They made out more, getting lost in their world.
Alhaitham was the first one to pull away, gasping for air calmly. "Let me distract you further." He says, holding Kaveh's waist as he opens the door and leads Kaveh to his bedroom.
They couldn't stop kissing messily, their clothes getting out of the way as they did so.
"Missionary?" Asked Alhaitham, and Kaveh shook his head.
The architect got on fours, looking back at Alhaitham.
The scribe joins him gladly, pressing kisses into Kaveh's back as he lubes his fingers. "I'll start prepping you, hm?" He tells Kaveh who nods while whining.
Alhaitham was a soft-hearted person when it came to having sex with Kaveh. He would ask every moment if the other was feeling okay and would worry Kaveh wasn't enjoying it. It was funny, despite that appearance where people would assume he's the rough type.
He inserts a finger up to help Kaveh loosen up, earning a breathy moan from the blond. "Haitham... more."
This kind of Kaveh-- the needy Kaveh turns him so much on. He hates the fact that they're doing this for the sake of distraction, but he's enjoying how Kaveh was so needy for him. "Give me a moment." He tells soothingly, not wanting to rush.
Kaveh grinds down that one finger, begging mentally for Alhaitham's dick. He has long forgotten about his issue with the client, his biggest crisis now was how Alhaitham wasn't fucking him at the moment.
Before he could start begging for it-- he felt another finger up inside him. He gasped sharply as Alhaitham fingers him swiftly.
Those long slender fingers-- thrusting at the right angle with the right speed. He could cum from this alone.
He lets out a series of breathy moans and whines, and Alhaitham curses under his breath.
"I wanted to see you come from my fingers alone, fuck. It's too hard to resist." He finally aligns himself in Kaveh's entrance.
Fucking finally. Kaveh cursed mentally.
"Tell me if you want to stop, I'll stop instantly, okay?" Alhaitham whispered as he slowly thrusts in.
He wasn't even fully inside yet, and he was already losing reason. "Gods, Kaveh." He bottoms out. "You're so tight."
Kaveh bites his moans out. "Hmm."
Alhaitham finally enters fully, groaning as Kaveh tightens around him more. He almost came from it. After a few seconds, he started thrusting slowly but firmly.
Kaveh could feel the slow drag of Alhaitham's heavy cock, and he felt so full. "Harder." He whined out, earning a chuckle from Alhaitham.
There are pros and cons to distracting Kaveh with sex. The pros are he gets to the top, as he usually bottoms for Kaveh. However-- "This is the cons of distracting you." He says jokingly, gasping as the pace increases. "You want it so rough."
Kaveh just moans in agreement. "Rough me up." He says, and it was just like a switch was turned on. Alhaitham goes even rougher, grabbing Kaveh's waist so hard that it will leave bruises.
Kaveh tries to muffle his moans out-- but fuck, the way Alhaitham hits his prostate consistently. He didn't know how he could stay nonchalant.
It wasn't helping that Alhaitham's strong hands were gripping his waist possessively, forcing Kaveh to meet his thrusts. "Fuck, ngh- shit. You feel too good." Kaveh whined.
Alhaitham smirked behind him, moments away from making it too much for Kaveh. "Is that so, Senior Kaveh?" His hand creeps down Kaveh's waist, and Kaveh immediately knows where it's headed.
Kaveh whined a little louder as he watches Alhaitham reach for his leaking dick. "Too much..." he gasped out.
The scribe lets out a breathy chuckle, starting to stroke Kaveh's cock. "You wanted me to rough you up, Kaveh." He groans out, his thrusts now stuttering.
Kaveh nods hazily, too close to climaxing.
"Close, hm?" Alhaitham wishes as he can't keep this much for a little longer. Fortunately, Kaveh nods again. "Cum inside." He tells the scribe.
That's what all it takes for Ahaitham to empty himself inside of Kaveh. He groans out, panting as Kaveh cums in his hand.
Kaveh's knees went weak, causing him to fall flat on the bed. "Are you busy tomorrow?" He asked Alhaitham who joined him, hugging him tightly.
Alhaitham trails kisses down Kaveh's back. "Not really, wanna drink?" He asked, already thinking of excuses so that he could call in sick at work.
Kaveh turns around to see his lover's face, humming in agreement. "I need alcohol... just tonight." He held Alhaitham's face delicately, his eyes meeting his.
The two rested for a little before drinking.
In the living room, both drank until Kaveh was drunk. In their bathrobes, the two cuddled cutely, and Kaveh was murmuring random things about his day.
"Is it wrong to love my art so much? Am I that narcissistic?" Kaveh whispered, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Alhaitham knew that Kaveh was more emotional when drunk, but he knew that these were his sober thoughts.
"How does loving your art make you narcissistic?" Asked Alhaitham, wiping the tears away with his hand.
Kaveh sniffs and looks up at Alhaitham, downing another glass. "I want to be more cool and silent like you." He admits. "I must be too much to handle-- I'm unbearable." He sobs out again.
Alhaitham was tipsy as well, and he knew he needed to calm Kaveh down. "To each our own." He tells the architect. "I don't know what really happened today, but I don't think you're too much to handle."
Kaveh listens intently.
Alhaitham continues. "Your eyes shine brighter when you show me your projects. You sacrifice sleep almost every day to improve yourself. If I should say something, that would be you're not proud enough of your work." Alhaitham says, pointing at the scattered models of Kaveh's building on the floor.
Kaveh's gaze followed as he hugged Alhaitham tighter.
"Every single time, you make it easier for your clients. You also make sure that your projects are not only ergonomically focused but also aesthetically pleasing. Don't you also go out of your way to use materials that would help the environment?" Alhaitham says, wanting to knock some sense into Kaveh's brain, despite the architect being drunk.
Kaveh drinks another glass, sighing. "Do you really think so, Haitham?"
Alhaitham gets his glass and downs it, nodding. "Without noticing it, I get to be overly proud of your work. Especially when there are students in the Akademiya studying your art."
Kaveh laughed at him. "I heard you told the students to ask you anything about me. I almost didn't believe it."
Alhaitham joined the drunken laughter, trying to gain his nonchalance back. "It's not a big deal. I was just a little happy when the Ksharewar scholars were praising you."
Kaveh looks like he finally gained a little confidence. He stood up, stumbling a little. He looked at his recent models, nodding. "You must be right. I don't think it's bad... or unprofessional to be very happy about my own art."
"Never," says Alhaitham, sipping his drink.
Kaveh looked at Alhaitham and without thinking, grabbed his chin and kissed him.
Alhaitham couldn't think properly and let the alcohol stream down his chin. His arms immediately wrap around the other's neck.
"Thank you again for your insights, Haitham." Says Kaveh, holding the other's chin as he kisses his forehead.
"Let me blow you." Alhaitham says casually. His drunkenness was adding to his horniness.
Kaveh studied the other's expressions, laughing gently. "Already want me to take control? I was having fun with your assertive streak."
Alhaitham sat patiently, waiting for Kaveh's decision. His eyes lightened up when Kaveh started removing his bathrobe.
Kaveh gave it calculated strokes, but he was already hard from kissing Alhaitham alone.
Alhaitham's hands found themselves creeping on Kaveh's thighs, his eyes focused on the man's leaking member.
Kaveh finally held Alhaitham's head, guiding him to take him.
Alhaitham took Kaveh in gladly. Swirling his tongue around the cockhead, he smiles with satisfaction.
Drunk Alhaitham is just sober Alhaitham's princess fantasies. "Hnm-- senior~ Am I doing well?" Oh, he's that drunk.
"Very well, princess." Kaveh says, encouraging Alhaitham to take him more.
Kaveh already figured that Alhaitham was into praise kink as much as he was into degradation. However, it was still adorable to see him fish for compliments when drunk.
Alhaitham worked his way down to Kaveh's base, his eyes hazy.
Kaveh held the other's hair, pulling him closer. "Use your throat more, princess." He whispers and the drunk scribe complies instantly.
Tears pool in Alhaitham's eyes as he gags slightly. His eyes were looking up at the architect, and Kaveh removed his dick from the other's mouth.
"I want to decorate your face, princess. But I also want to fuck you already." Kaveh says, pulling Alhaitham in a demanding kiss.
They kissed, walked, and pushed each other as Kaveh led them to his room.
Alhaitham was the first one to plop on the bed. He lies down on the pillows, starting to remove his bathrobe.
"Stop." Kaveh said and Alhaitham followed.
With a smirk that's planning something, Kaveh held Alhaitham's face. "Scoot over to the end of my bed." Says Kaveh.
The scribe gasps, already knowing what will happen. He obeys Kaveh, scooting over and facing the huge mirror in Kaveh's bedroom.
That huge mirror was used for Kaveh's aesthetic purposes. Who said dicking Alhaitham down wasn't aesthetic?
Kaveh joined him, kissing the back of his boyfriend's neck and hands untangling his bathrobe. "Do you remember when was the last time we did this?" He asked with a specific menacing tone.
Alhaitham gulped and almost moaned. "The last time... your birthday..?" Answered Alhaitham.
Kaveh's rough hands held Alhaitham's waist, caressing him and biting his shoulder gently. "So, 3 months ago..."
Alhaitham gasps and leans his head backward to Kaveh.
Kaveh chuckled a little and his hand made its way to the scribe's neck. He held his chin and made him stare at the mirror directly while he whispered. "In case you're too horny to remember."
Alhaitham lets out a whine. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Kaveh's too sexy like this.
Kaveh's fingers held and flicked Alhaitham's nipples, all while his tongue was licking Alhaitham's earlobe.
"Fuck me."
Kaveh chuckled, offering a 'Hm?'
"I-I want it so bad." Alhaitham admitted, and Kaveh guided his chin to face him. They both kissed again as Kaveh goes into position.
Reverse cowboy, huh? Damn.
Kaveh, after lubing up, guided Alhaitham down his dick. "So I was right, you're a little loose. Been using the dildo I bought you?"
Alhaitham gasped before he inhaled sharply. "Y-you've been busy with work..." He stuttered, blushing hard as he took Kaveh in.
Nothing feels better than Kaveh's cock. "A-ah-" Alhaitham whimpered softly, moments away from losing his mind the second time tonight.
Kaveh starts moving, overwhelming Alhaitham. "S-slow down, Kaveh." He pleads, watching himself drool as he gets fucked by Kaveh.
Kaveh doesn't listen, thrusting and hitting it continuously. "Take it."
Alhaitham nodded, knowing he wasn't in control.
He felt that traitorous heat pool in his stomach and he threw his head back in pleasure. "Ah- haa- Kaveh. Hmng."
Kaveh smirked, being consistent with his rhythm. "Almost there?" To which Alhaitham nodded eagerly.
He feels like a whore by the way he's moaning and watching himself in the mirror.
And it turns him on even more.
He closed his eyes and Kaveh stopped moving-- for the sake of edging him.
The scribe's eyes open immediately. "Kaveh? W-why'd you stop?" He asked, about to cry from the loss of friction.
Kaveh smiled and looked almost innocently, if not for his hard dick still inside Alhaitham's ass.
"You think I'll let you cum just like that? Didn't I tell you to keep your eyes open?" Kaveh whispers dangerously, Alhaitham can only gulp in acknowledgment.
How can he open his eyes when he's overwhelmed? He lets out a series of guttural moans, trying to obey Kaveh with his whole heart.
He forced his eyes open as Kaveh returned to their earlier pace.
Fuck.
He sees it all. How wrecked he looked in front of the mirror. He wants to cum already.
"Kaveh..." Alhaitham whispered needily.
The other chuckles, going harder and faster.
Alhaitham's eyes rolled back into the back of his head, and he had to force himself again to look at the mirror. But it was really hard to keep his eyes open-- too overwhelming for him.
"You want me to edge you all night?" Says Kaveh, and Alhaitham opened his eyes widely. He wants to cum already but he can't be stubborn now when he can't do anything.
He felt Kaveh shudder behind him and he knew that it was close. He smirked a little, knowing the blond couldn't edge him all night. He was about to taunt the architect, but it backfired when Kaveh held his jaw and looked at him through the mirror.
"You like being treated like this, don't you?" Asked Kaveh, and he almost nodded eagerly.
As Kaveh graced his neck with his slender fingers, he let out choked moans. "Kaveh-- need... to cum~" He gives up, about to resort to begging.
The architect choked him harder, forcing him to watch himself. He was whispering directly into his ear. "Then cum, Alhaitham."
Alhaitham immediately cums hard, his eyes never leaving the mirror. He saw how hard he came. However, Kaveh still wasn't slowing down.
The architect wore a smirk as he continued pounding relentlessly.
"Hmn.. so sensitive.." The blond whispers, breathing shakily. He really can't take it anymore-- no matter how much he wants to play with Alhaitham more.
Without any warning, he cums hard inside of the scribe, groaning as he did so. Alhaitham followed, watching as he released again.
Falling limp, Alhaitham fell face-first into the bed. "Kaveh..." He calls out, wanting to feel his warmth again.
The architect laughed and hugged the other, letting himself weigh down on Alhaitham. "Heavy..." Alhaitham whined lightheartedly.
The drunkards slept peacefully after.
After a week, the construction started. Kaveh mentally prepares himself to deal with Asad. He has to be the bigger person, the client is always right-- yes.
"Ah, Architect Kaveh." The old man calls him.
Kaveh tried to form a smile, trying his best to please the client. "Good morning, sir."
Asad nods, handing Kaveh coffee. "I... I apologize for being unreasonable last time, I wasn't thinking straight..."
Kaveh froze, his eyebrow raised. What was happening? Where was the hostile and mean Asad? He couldn't believe what was happening, but he understood it immediately when Alhaitham entered the scene.
Asad bows politely. "Thank you again for approving the request for funds, Grand Sage."
Kaveh tried to keep his laughter in, whispering to Alhaitham. "Did you scare him too much?"
"I didn't have to do anything though. He just stared at our picture in my office and immediately became like that." Alhaitham shook his head.
Oh, so this old man didn't know they were boyfriends. Tch.
"I'll head to the Akademiya now, Kaveh." The Grand Sage says, kissing the architect's cheek lovingly.
Kaveh pushes him away, blushing furiously. This crazy man was like this ever since they admitted their relationship in public. Why do you have to kiss me in front of my client?! Kaveh mentally scolds him.
After walking away, Asad looked a little terrified of Kaveh. "Architect... I prepared everything for your comfort. I-I hope you don't get mad and make the Akademiya kick me out."
Kaveh was shocked.
Alhaitham... that moron.