KaveTham / HaiKaveh Valentine Week 2023 ⌠8 prompts, 10k words in total
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please keep in mind that i chose all prompts from the NSFW section (@/kavetham_week on twitter) and that i included BOTH dynamics. also, they are trans occasionally, it happens to the best of us. they are always trans guys though, all 8 of these are MLM kaveh and haytham.
prompts chosen
day 1 - thigh riding - haikaveh
day 2 - fingerfucking and kitchen sex - kavetham
day 3 - dirty talk - kavetham (implied)
day 4 - food play - haikaveh (implied)
day 5 - free day, i chose hair pulling - haikaveh
day 6 - overstimulation - kavetham
day 7 - aftercare - kavetham
day 8 - orgasm denial - haikaveh
writer's note: explicit +18 content, please view at your own risk. thank you, have fun !
day 1 - thigh riding
âHaytham.âÂ
Kaveh coos, he shifts his weight on the divan with lazy movements, still drowsy from the afternoon nap he had taken, and straddles Alhaithamâs leg.Â
âHaytham.â
He calls out again, but his roommate doesnât seem to hear, his eyes remain fixated on the book in his hand.Â
His headphones are on, and apparently so is noise canceling, even when Kaveh is sleeping. How obnoxious. The frustration alone is enough to fully wake Kaveh up.
âCome on, pay attention to me.â he whines, knowing it's a futile effort, well aware that Alhaitham doesnât hear a word heâs saying.Â
The heavy, humid summer heat weighs down on him, creating an utterly undesirable combination with the itching between his legs. The house is so warm that Kaveh walks around in his boxers all season, but Alhaitham is, at least he seems to be, unfazed by it.
He still sits with the usual, long-sleeved top that he always puts on.Â
The only difference is the dark pair of shorts heâs wearing, Kaveh slides the fabric even higher up to his groin so he can feel him, skin to skin as he settles over Alhaithamâs thigh, making sure his presence makes the weather even more unbearable for him.
Kaveh squeezes his leg in between his soft thighs, moaning at the pressure that forms against his cunt. He feels himself pulsate against Alhaithamâs leg, a wet spot already forming on his boxers.Â
Though, when Kaveh looks up, he finds his roommate is still preoccupied with the book, uninterested and unbothered by him.Â
Kaveh lifts his hips and slides his underwear off, one leg at a time.Â
And when he settles back downâ
âHahâŚâ
He squirms. Itâs so delightful, how Alhaithamâs skin is cooler against his, but is no longer dry with the way Kaveh leaks on his thigh. He stays put, taking in the heap of sensations for a few moments before sliding forward.Â
His cheeks turn red.Â
Why does it feel so good?Â
He slides back, lips already cheekily curved up with desire.
Kaveh feels perverted, desperately grinding against Alhaithamâs leg and drawing so much pleasure from it that moans spill uncontrollably from his lips.Â
He shifts forward slightly, placing pressure on his clit with a whimper. His eyes widen as he repeats the motion, again and again.Â
Alhaithamâs stoic exterior remains intact despite all of this. Everytime Kaveh pulls away, it elicits a squelch, heâs soaking wet, tearful and oversensitive and Alhaitham doesnât even look at him.Â
âYouâre missing out on so much by being a stubborn dickhead.â Kaveh scoffs, âI know youâre even wetter than I am.âÂ
He examines Alhaithamâs face, blank, lacking emotion, completely null. Yet, he looks beautiful. His eyes roam the page while his delicate fingers turn it away. Kaveh stares at his hands, imagining them traveling down to his hips and spreading the glistening, dripping wet lips of his cunt before sliding in.Â
The thought of it makes his legs tremble. He feels dangerously close to a release.Â
âFuckââ he sighs, âI guess I shouldnât.â
âYou absolutely should.â Alhaitham breaks his silence.Â
Kaveh panics, his body jolts up with surprise.
âHuh? You can hear me?!â
Alhaitham turns the page, âWhy would I turn on noise canceling when youâre asleep?â he asks as if he hasnât been purposefully leading Kaveh to think that way the entire time.Â
Kaveh gasps, âYouâyou piece of shit.â
âGo ahead. Finish.âÂ
âI wonât. Iâd rather go fuck myself.â Kaveh hisses and attempts to get up, but Alhaitham holds him in place by the waist with his unoccupied hand. His fingers brush against Kavehâs ribs and caress his hips.Â
Alhaitham closes the book and sets it aside, âFinish, Kaveh. Iâll help you out with the second one.â
Kavehâs eyes widen, âHelp me out with what now?âÂ
Alhaithamâs other hand begins to slither over him as well, pulling him close. Not too tight, not too loose. A grip as possessive yet comfortable as always. He finally locks eyes with Kaveh, âYour second one.â he restates and slides him away, only to pull him back again, so close that their lips almost touch.Â
âAnd then a third, and maybe a fourth.â Alhaitham finds joy in Kavehâs stunned expression. He presses a kiss on his lips.Â
Kavehâs heart skips a beat, he wraps his arms around his roommateâs neck, arching his back even more to accommodate how Alhaitham sinks him lower and fucks him on his leg.Â
âIs that up to your standards?â he inquires with a voice far softer, knowing how it tickles his roommateâs insides deliciously.Â
Kaveh moans needily, he lets his forehead fall on Alhaithamâs shoulder and allows him to handle him. Alhaitham holds his molten body in his grasp, he makes Kaveh fall apart, yet also pulls him back together with every slide.Â
Kavehâs teeth lightly sink into his neck as he releases shakily, his hips spasm and release, leaving him in a state of relaxation. Alhaithamâs fingers entangle themselves in his golden locks, leaving soothing touches all over his back.Â
Kaveh lets out a deep exhale as Alhaitham carries him inside to their bedroom and lays him down on the sheets.Â
He spreads Kavehâs legs and leans forward, leaving a trail of kisses from his chest all the way down to his groin. Alhaitham drinks up the mesmerizing sight that lays under him, the most beautiful man in Sumeru squirming with rosy cheeks and needy whimpers, yearning for the sweet and addictive touch of his roommate.
âNowâŚâ his warm breath hovers over Kavehâs sensitive, swollen clit, â...as I promised.â
day 2 - fingerfucking and kitchen sex
Kaveh sighed. He lightly dropped his pencil on the kitchen table and rubbed his temples in desperation. The plan in front of him almost looked sad to be given up on. It was a hopeless case, wheels turned inside Kavehâs mind as noises from the counter filled the kitchen.Â
âNo luck?â Alhaitham asked without looking away from the vegetables he was slicing on the wooden cutting board. Kaveh crumpled up the paper into a ball and tossed it away in the trash can beside him as it bordered on overflowing.
âNot really.â he scoffed and turned away to crack his spine and stretch his arms, catching a glimpse of the kitchen clearly for the first time in the past three hours. Neatly prepared ingredients were laid out over the counter next to a flask of oil and cut up bundles of raw chicken.Â
But what caught Kavehâs attention was Alhaitham.Â
Bent over the counter, patiently waiting by the stove for the water to boil as he hummed softly.Â
He leaned on his elbows, occasionally swaying left and right lightly with the front parts of his hair pinned up by crimson hair clips.Â
Kaveh picked his jaw off the floor. It was rare to see Alhaitham so comfortable even within the confines of his own home. He wouldnât slouch or lean, hum a tune to pass the time, put his hair up or walk around in baggy clothes. Kaveh was the only person that had the privilege of seeing him like this, and at the moment, he was unable to take his eyes off of Alhaitham.Â
He moved away from the table, gently wrapping his arms around the scribeâs waist.Â
âYou okay?â Kaveh asked in slight embarrassment, worried that he had been neglecting him for too long. But Alhaitham didnât seem to have a problem with it, he raised his face up and back towards Kaveh, eyes closing as his roommate pressed a kiss onto his bare forehead.Â
He didnât mind staying apart, minding their own business even when they were in the same room.Â
âYes, just my back. Iâm alright.â Alhaitham eased his worries.Â
Kaveh pulled away, sliding his hand inside the scribeâs shirt as his fingers moved up and drew circles along his spine. Alhaitham hissed, feeling solid knots underneath Kavehâs fingertips that began to unravel slowly.Â
Kaveh pressed his lips right behind his ear, continuing to massage his back, waist and shoulders.Â
âIâm sorry that I havenât been helping out lately.â he cooed. Alhaithamâs head was hanging forward, sighs of relaxation escaped his lips and Kavehâs worry was the last thing on his mind.Â
âYouâreâbusy. I donât mind, Kaveh.âÂ
He nuzzled his nose in Alhaithamâs nape, taking in his scent that was now mixed with the smell of spices overtaking the room. âI know you donât.â Kavehâs fingers traveled down to his lower back, clutching his waist with both hands and massaging the tense muscles with his thumbs.Â
âBut, I should take better care of you.â
Kavehâs voice rang in his sensitive ears, lighting a fire in his stomach. Even after years of living together, Alhaitham still couldnât get used to how it felt being cared for by Kaveh. He had been self-reliant since he was young, able to satisfy his physical and intellectual needs to a great extent without the help of others.
He certainly didnât need anything from anyone, but being coddled by Kaveh, cared for and loved by the only person Alhaitham felt addicted to, though he didnât like admitting to it, had become a need.Â
As Kavehâs slender fingers worked their way through the tense spots all over the scribeâs body, his lips left a bundle of kisses along his shoulders. Alhaitham grew weaker and weaker within his grasp, sinking deeper on his elbows and pushing up into Kavehâs hips involuntarily.Â
Kaveh raised one hand to straighten Alhaithamâs neck and tilt his chin towards the side. He finally got a good look at his hair, pinned up rather sloppily towards the top of his head.Â
âAre those mine?â he asked with a smile.Â
Alhaitham brushed his nose against Kavehâs, âMaybe.âÂ
Their lips met with a strange sense of yearning that lingered between them. Alhaitham licked into his mouth needily, but Kaveh pulled away. He was desperate to see more, to look at his pretty face and gaze into his eyes. He cupped Alhaithamâs cheek lovingly and peppered kisses along his cheeks, his forehead and his nose as the scribe looked up, almost mesmerized.Â
Kavehâs hand slid down, all the way to his stomach and hovered over his crotch. Alhaitham shuddered, he instinctively looked over to the stove.Â
âItâll take a while.â Kaveh chuckled, âI can help you pass the time, if youâd like?âÂ
Alhaitham uttered the oddest possible answer to his question.
âThis is very unsanitary.âÂ
Yet, his body language suggested otherwise. He was heating up under Kaveh, grinding between him and the counter.Â
âIâll clean up.â Kaveh spoke hoarsely, impatient, and slipped his hand inside his pants. Alhaitham was already dripping in his underwear, his clit throbbed with anticipation as Kavehâs fingers lapped over it, drawing small circles with two digits.Â
Alhaitham moaned over his lips with a lustful gaze, crumbling under Kavehâs touch but refusing to look away. He clutched the counter tight, fighting the urge to rock back into Kavehâs erection even when his thighs trembled for more.Â
He spread his legs to the best of his ability and allowed Kaveh to slide one finger in. The expression on his face was priceless, weak yet demanding, happily giving up control.
âDonât look away.â Kaveh placed his unoccupied hand over Alhaithamâs and pressed it into the marble, âYou look beautiful.â
A whimper he failed to muffle escaped into the air and painted a grin over Kavehâs lips.
âBe grateful that this project is taking so long, or I wouldnât be able to keep my hands off of you.â he added a second finger and Alhaithamâs eyes widened at the stretch.Â
âFinish it sooner, then.â he said breathily, feeling his heart sink down while Kaveh reached back into his soft spot and pushed in and out continuously, eliciting lewd noises with every flick of his wrist.Â
âYouâre bold as always, Haytham.â Kaveh chuckled. He abruptly retracted his fingers.
âUnfortunately for you, the waterâs already boiling.âÂ
Alhaitham looked over the stove to notice bubbles rising to the surface of the pot. He felt depraved at the loss, hollow inside, pent-up and frustrated. He swiftly reached and turned the heat off.Â
The sizzle continued, losing its intensity, and eventually quieted down.Â
âNo itâs not.â he stated.Â
Kavehâs hands were still wrapped around him, grabbing at his hips and squeezing the insides of his thighs.Â
âI stand corrected.â he smirked, quickly stuffing Alhaitham once again and attaining a faster pace. He dug all the way inside and drove his roommate even messier than before until he was unable to speak coherently.Â
With a third finger, Alhaitham collapsed down on the counter, he rested his cheek on the cold, harsh stone as his cunt coated Kavehâs fingers generously.Â
Kaveh leaned over him, never failing to run his tongue along every exposed spot on Alhaithamâs neck and angling his wrist upward no matter how close they stood to each other.Â
Alhaitham no longer worried about his movements as he desperately pushed himself onto Kavehâs dick, begging without words, pleading for more only with mewls and whimpers.Â
Kaveh felt his hips contract under him, he picked up the pace, working his roommate out until he reached his climax with a raspy moan.Â
Alhaitham was letting out short, sharp exhales when he felt fluid seep out of him. Kaveh let himself weigh down on him over the counter, taking out his fingers and pushing them into his own mouth.Â
Alhaithamâs eyes closed, all he could feel was Kaveh licking his fingers clean and his cock pushing in between his thighs.Â
âDo you still have concerns about hygiene?â Kaveh jested as he unzipped his pants and let them pool around his ankles.Â
Alhaitham spread his legs even further and settled comfortably on the surface, âWeâll worry about it later.â
day 3 - dirty talk
"Care for a refill?" the waiter chirped. The tavern was awfully crowded for a weekday evening. Luckily, Alhaitham could get a table towards the corner, the location strategically shielding at least some of the noise raising from the bustling crowd. He handed his glass over with a nod.Â
Kaveh rolled his eyes as he stared at the empty glass in front of him. He rested his head on the scribe's shoulder in exhaustion. âLetâsâhiccâgo home⌠Hmm?â he slurred.Â
âWhy? Iâm enjoying myself.âÂ
âYou never enjoy yourself.â
The waiter returned with a full glass, laying it down and swiftly returning to serve the other customers.
âThatâs entirely untrue.â Alhaitham stated blankly.
Kaveh leaned off again, turning his face towards Alhaitham with a sly expression, âWell then, you can enjoy yourself at home too.â
âPlease do not elaborate.â Alhaitham raised the glass to his lips. Kaveh was banned from having any more wine for the night. He licked his lips hungrily, failing to distinguish whether it was the wine or the man sipping it that he desired.Â
âWhy not? Would it be bad if we returned? It would be a lot more comfortable, we could lay down. I could...kiss you all over. It's surely an upgrade from this wooden bench.â he kept provoking.Â
Alhaitham's body tensed up, unrecognizable to anyone but the one person that could read his physical cues perfectly no matter how much he hid them.Â
âI guess that answers my question." Kaveh smirked, "You look uncomfortable in those tight clothes."
Alhaitham pulled himself together before taking another sip, âIâm not solely an object of your desire, you know.â he quipped.
âYes you are.â Kaveh said bluntly. Alhaitham's brows raised.
âYou donât get to say that after begging me to cum inside you every night.âÂ
The scribeâs eyes widened, he almost choked on the wine he was attempting to swallow, gulping audibly as he fought to push it down. Kaveh leaned into his ear, turning his voice more hoarse to imitate Alhaitham.
âKavehâdonât pull out⌠Kaveh, please⌠Breed me, KavehâahhâI need you.â he whimpered, eventually bursting into laughter.Â
âShut up, I donât talk like that.â
âOh, but you do.â Kaveh wrapped himself around his arm, âNot that I dislike it.âÂ
âIt's cute when youâre needy and desperate like that.â He slid his hand down, trailing his fingers lightly over Alhaitham's thigh, occasionally looking around, testing those around them and making sure there's no attention drawn towards their table.Â
âPoor Haytham, so grumpy when no one is filling him up...â Kaveh purred close to his ear, sending a tingle down his spine as Alhaitham's legs jolted.
âCanât even go to sleepâŚâÂ
Alhaitham dug his nails into his own skin.
â...without a cock between his thighs. Isnât that right, Sir Grand Sage?"
He didn't need the earphones wrapped around his neck anymore, the noise around was already becoming muffled as Alhaitham attempted to maintain composure. It was unfortunate that he was right, and the amount of times that Kaveh put him to sleep by stuffing him inches deep was embarrassing.
Kaveh was daring, blunt and bold, even more so when he was intoxicated, to the extent that Alhaitham would find his mind drifting off during the day to obscenities Kaveh whispered into his ear late at night.Â
âYouâre too drunk to be right.â he finally spat out.
âThen why are you blushing?â Kaveh reached from behind him and tangled his fingers along Alhaitham's hair.
âIâm not.â he said confidently, fully aware that his cheeks were heating up, hoping that Kaveh couldn't see it under the dim lighting of the tavern but was only taking a guess.
Kaveh hummed, he examined every line and curve on the scribe's face as he refused to look at Kaveh.
Looking at him would break Alhaitham.Â
He felt a drop of sweat trickle down from his forehead.
âItâs okay to admit to your needs, Haytham.â Kaveh's hand moved up from his leg and over to his crotch, âDonât mind me joking, I donât think twice before gladly making a mess out of you.âÂ
He was glad to feel an erection form between his legs, sliding his fingers over the fabric. âBecause, you see, I need it as much as you do.âÂ
Kaveh brushed his nose against Alhaithamâs neck, strategically, finding the perfect moment to do so and pressed a quick yet deep kiss on his blushing skin, âI need you to feel good⌠Someone should take care of the most important man in Sumeru.âÂ
Alhaithamâs gaze fell to his lap, watching Kavehâs fingers slither all over him when he tugged on the back of his hair harshly.
âAh, we wouldnât want to alarm anyone, would we, Haytham?â Kaveh smiled innocently, refusing to loosen his grip on the scribeâs soft, gray locks.Â
"You might be fooling everyone else with the smart-ass bullshit, but I know that thereâs only one thing thatâs constantly on your mind.â Kaveh was vicious, hanging onto Alhaitham as tears pooled around his eyes. If he attempted to speak, the only thing that would escape him would be needy cries.
âI know it eats away at your brain. I can even taste it on you when you return home." Kavehâs motions accelerated, rubbing Alhaithamâs cock harder and faster over his pants.Â
Alhaitham wished he had said yes to his offer earlier, he wished they were home, where he didnât have to bite the insides of his cheeks to stay quiet.Â
"Maybe itâs easy to forget about it for a while sometimes, but as soon as it reminds itselfâŚ" Kaveh pressed his palm on his base and slid forward all the way where his tip was squeezed against, "I imagine it would be likeâŚan itch you have to scratch.âÂ
"Kavehâ"
The crack in his voice was delicious to Kaveh, he sounded broken already.Â
âYouâre gonna cream your pants in the middle of the tavern? Iâm not even touching you.â
Alhaitham was gripping the seat below him so tightly, enough to turn his knuckles white and send an ache stinging into his wrists.Â
âLetâs go home, and Iâll give you what you need, generously.â Kaveh offered for the final time. Alhaitham didnât know whether he had it in him to get up. He nodded to the best of his ability with his strained neck.Â
Kaveh slowly retracted his hands with a satisfied, triumphant smile.Â
âGood. Go pick up the tab.â
day 4 - food play
âWe still have leftovers?â Alhaitham questioned his roommate holding the plate. The cake wasnât as shapely and beautiful as it was two days ago on the scribeâs birthday celebration, but the strong, alluring scent of vanilla still lingered in the air when Kaveh sat down next to him with the final portion of it.Â
âItâs the only good thing to ever come out of your birthday.â Kaveh sighed.Â
âIââÂ
Alhaitham wanted to snap back out of habit, soon realizing that it truly was the only significant thing about the anniversary of his birth, âI agree, actually.âÂ
Kaveh leaned into the plate on his lap for a sniff, making an obnoxious sound as if he hadn't praised Nilou all night for her baking skills already.
âNilou is an angel. I would never go through all this trouble for you.âÂ
âYour loving words never fail to warm my heart.â Alhaitham jested blankly without looking away from the page.Â
âYou know what I mean.â Kaveh dipped his index finger in the icing, âYou donât like birthdays, after all.âÂ
âThat is true. But at least we have cake.âÂ
âMhmm.âÂ
Alhaitham turned towards him when he noticed the muffled hum of agreement, and found Kaveh licking it off his finger.Â
âDo you want some?â Kaveh took another drag and extended his hand to Alhaitham's mouth.
âNo.â
âSuit yourself.â
Alhaitham returned to his book, usually it was hard to distract him, even for those who knew how to push his buttons. But somehow, compared to all the times Kaveh purposefully did his absolute worst to ruin his state of concentration, this time it was actually working. Without him even trying to do so.Â
He was minding his own business, taking small bites off the cake with a fork and shoving the icing into his mouth with his finger. It was always enjoyable to watch Kaveh eat, with his weird antics about the use of utensils and how he focused so much on his plate that even if the world was going up in flames, he wouldnât notice until after the meal was swept off his plate.Â
Only this time, he could feel Alhaithamâs piercing gaze hovering over him. Kaveh hadnât heard him turn a page for a while, and from the corner of his eye he could see the scribe facing him.Â
âSomething wrong?â Kaveh turned to him.Â
Alhaithamâs mouth parted, but the words didnât follow, it was also rare for him to start speaking without carefully calculating what he was going to say.Â
âItâsâŚall over your face.â he finally stated.Â
Kaveh with white cream all over his face, Alhaitham was certainly familiar with the sight, rather fond of it actually.Â
âHuh?â
Alhaitham leaned in without a word, scooping the remains on the sides of his mouth with his tongue while avoiding his lips. Â
âYou said you didnât want any.â Kaveh grinned.Â
Alhaitham cupped his cheek with a softer gaze, he brushed away the golden locks falling upon his face, âYes. Regarding the cake.âÂ
Kaveh hummed, âSo how about now, then?â, he dipped his finger in the icing again, smearing it on his tongue and sticking it out for him to see.Â
Alhaitham didnât think twice before gladly taking the bait. He gently sucked on Kavehâs tongue, for long after he had already swallowed the icing. Kaveh tasted as sweet as always, with or without the sugar, inviting and warm, cunning yet oblivious.Â
Alhaitham pulled away, having left both of them breathless.Â
âCanât believe you fell for it.â Kaveh sighed with glossy eyes.Â
Alhaitham smirked, âItâs hardly my fault that you have the dining skills of a toddler.âÂ
âHey! Itâs fun to eat it with your fingers, you joyless toad.âÂ
Alhaitham was flabbergasted at the insult. Joyless? Sure, expected. Kaveh uttered words along the same line towards him whenever they had a disagreement, but âtoadâ was definitely a new and interesting addition.Â
âToad? Wouldnât kissing you turn me into a prince, then?âÂ
âNo. Youâre not a magical toad. Youâre aâuhhânormal toad. Also, thatâs a frog. Read some stories instead of your usual boring bullshit some time.â Kaveh said, confident that it was a perfectly normal thing to say and not insane rambling.Â
âAs articulate as always.â Alhaitham set his book aside with a mocking tone.Â
âShut up and let me enjoy my cake in peace.âÂ
Kaveh turned to his lap again and picked up the plate, readying his hands when Alhaitham intruded on him again.Â
âIâll give you something else to suck on.âÂ
Kaveh turned away so fast that his neck cracked.
âYou have my undivided attention.â he finished licking his fingers clean, trying to make out whether he was serious or just playing around.Â
Alhaitham chuckled, he patted the edge of his seat, âCome here.âÂ
Kaveh was still suspicious, trying not to embarrass himself on the slim chance that the scribe was setting him up. Regardless, he still settled on the floor between his legs. He put his palms on top of Alhaithamâs thighs and rose on them to examine his face closely.Â
He had a serious yet affectionate expression that turned Kavehâs cheeks rosy right before Alhaitham began to pepper kisses all over them.Â
Kaveh deemed it appropriate to unbuckle his belt and slide his hand inside the scribeâs pants while his kisses turned sloppier, he licked into Kavehâs mouth passionately as nimble fingers wrapped around his cock.Â
Kaveh left slow strokes all over, teasing the slit over his tip with his thumb and pressing down as his roommate moaned into his mouth. The plate was set aside on the table, unattended, ignored. There was something else that Kaveh couldnât wait to get a taste of.Â
His lips traveled down, pressing onto Alhaithamâs groin, then trailing to the tip of his cock.Â
He dragged his tongue all the way down to the base as Alhaithamâs legs jolted under his palms.Â
Kaveh smirked before moving up again, swirling his tongue all over and wrapping his lips around to feel his roommate get harder and harder inside his mouth.Â
It was rare for Alhaitham to get worked up so easily, usually Kaveh would be the one losing control early on, and the scribe would always make sure to make the wait as unbearable as he possibly could.Â
Only this time, Alhaitham was the overly forward one, impatient and reactive, sensitive to Kavehâs touch. His head was leaning back, eyes closed and fingers gripping the furniture he was sitting on.Â
Kaveh inspected the state he was in, so blissful and euphoric that it made him painfully hard as well. Alhaithamâs back arched when Kaveh pushed the tip down his throat, squeezing with a loud gulp that almost sent him over the edge.
Kaveh reached inside his pants, stroking his cock that was begging for attention and losing his balance momentarily.Â
âKeep going.â Alhaitham pleaded when his movements slowed down. Kaveh stabilized himself by holding onto the foot of the table as the plate clanked with the impact.Â
And it finally dawned on him.Â
How Alhaitham watched him devour the cake and stared at his lips smeared in vanilla frosting before sticking his tongue deep inside Kavehâs mouth.Â
He let out a muffled sound and tugged on the scribeâs shirt.Â
âHm?â Alhaithamâs eyes fluttered open, he looked down at Kaveh pointing to his cheek.
âOn your face?âÂ
Kaveh nodded and made an affirming sound.Â
Alhaitham leaned forward, grabbing the front part of his hair, âGladly.â he cooed.Â
Kaveh loosened his jaw, allowing Alhaitham to slide him back and forth as he pleased, moaning with his lips stretched everytime the tip knocked against the back of his throat while Alhaitham fucked his mouth.Â
And he never looked away. Not even for a second did he stop staring up daringly until Alhaitham hissedâ
âClose your eyes.âÂ
Kaveh protested, his brows furrowed at the thought of closing his eyes. He wanted to see Alhaitham, and to see his expression while he painted Kavehâs face white.Â
A set of noises left his lips that roughly translated to âAim properly, then.â
Alhaitham didnât have much of a choice as he held himself to the best of his ability. Eventually he slid out and pulled Kaveh closer by his hair, giving himself a few, final, harsh tugs before releasing all over his cheeks and lips.Â
He moaned and exhaled sharply and shakily. Kaveh drew more and more pleasure just by watching his face turn redder as a thin coat settled over his skin.Â
Kaveh licked away the last drop off his tip, eliciting a sensitive groan. Alhaitham released his hair, instead holding his chin and turning it to the side slightly to examine the sight sitting in front of him.
Kavehâs face glistened, a stream of his own spit mixed with Alhaithamâs cum almost rolled down his chin as he caught it with his finger and licked it off, a lot more slowly and passionately than he did with the cake, letting out lewd sounds at the bitter taste he couldnât get enough of. Â
Alhaithamâs fingers brushed through his hair as Kaveh kept going, wiping his face clean without letting a single drop go to waste. He rested his face on Alhaithamâs thigh in bliss like a lazy cat and looked up, âClean?âÂ
Alhaitham leaned down to press a kiss on his forehead, âQuite the opposite.â
day 5 - free (hair-pulling)
Alhaitham buries his head in Kaveh's nape. He nuzzles against the beautiful, golden strands that drape over his shoulders.
Kaveh looks beautiful, like a lion with his fluffy mane, all the colors around them reflecting off of the alluring, blonde locks that gently sway back and forth with every thrust Alhaitham initiates.
He loves holding Kaveh, late at night and burying his head in his hair to take in the dizzying smell of padisarahs, entangling his fingers within it, placing the crimson clips over Kaveh's hair neatly every morning and taking them off when he returns home.Â
Alhaitham pets and cleans it, puts it in ponytails and braids, fancy up-dos for important events, he wakes up lazily when a few loose strands tickle him on the nose and brushes them away from Kaveh's pretty face.
But, even for Alhaitham, there are some things he never thought of trying before. And he looks forward to doing so in about a minute.
Kaveh is under him on the bed on all fours, gripping at the sheets and arching his waist down every time he feels Alhaitham push back into him.Â
He's all stretched out, bare shoulders and back covered in marks left by Alhaitham, legs trembling so badly that the support of his roommate on his waist is necessary so that he doesn't collapse on the bed.
And his voice.
Soft and needy, with silent cries and desperate moans. Crying over Alhaitham's cock, crying for him. Crying because he needs more, as if he can handle what he has now.
His voice, the thing that weakens Alhaitham the most. Sounds so lewd that it causes him to stop himself mid-orgasm at least a few times every time they fuck.Â
A few drops that seep prematurely into Kaveh as Alhaitham holds himself off, but Kaveh is already more than ready for it.
Yes, Haytham he pleads every time. Come on, don't hold it off. Alhaitham has to, at least for a little bit longer. Fill me up, Haytham. Breed me. Make me yours, won't you?
And it usually works like a charm. Kaveh works him out expertly even with his arms and legs tied, even if his face is muffled against a pillow.
As long as he can move at least a single muscle, he has the power to lead the scribe into total submission. It baffles Alhaitham, being dominated by a man impaled on his cock, a man that squirms and moans for him. Yet Kaveh plays him like a fiddle, he leads Alhaitham until he gets it his way, breaks the scribe until he is nothing but a servant to him, a worshipper, an obedient caretaker.Â
Give me what I deserve, Haytham. Am I not so perfect for you?
He always is. Always so tight, warm and inviting. He sucks Alhaitham in and slithers over him like a snake, writhing at the waist, squirming all over the sheets, teasing his own nipples and grinding into Alhaitham with his hair scattered all over the pillow.
His hair.
Alhaitham reaches to grab a handful. He first brushes through it, gathering a bunch and wrapping it around his fist.Â
Kaveh faces down, he isn't able to hold his neck in place any longer. Though he is certainly intrigued as slender fingers land on his hair.Â
Alhaitham tugs on it lightly.Â
No response.Â
He tries again, this time a little harsher.Â
Kaveh's rhythmic breathing continues.Â
Alhaitham adjusts his grip, and yanks his hair back roughly.
And he finally hears something. A faintâ
MmhâŚ
A fond noise.
Alhaitham repeats the motion and receives a similar response.Â
"No need to be so gentle, Haytham." Kaveh pushes his ass even deeper into his hips, "Do your worst." he hisses.Â
Alhaitham feels a spark in his lower abdomen as his heart sinks down. He looks down at Kaveh's body with a feral gaze.
And he yanks on his hair. Over and over again, mercilessly, viciously, pulling him back with every thrust as Kaveh cries out, he whimpers and screams, body overflowing with lust.
Alhaitham raises the hand on Kaveh's waist and opens his palm. A viridescent, small and reflective object appears out of thin air.
A mirror.Â
It hovers in his palm before he sends it forward. The mirror lands right before Kaveh's face and expands.Â
Alhaitham is struck by the sight of Kaveh drooling with an open mouth, tongue sticking over his lips and cheeks red and puffy from crying.Â
No matter how demolished he feels, Kaveh still raises his gaze to meet eyes with Alhaitham in the mirror he manifested before them.Â
"Ah, you wanna see how you ruined me?" Kaveh asks with a mischievous grin, but Alhaitham is speechless. He keeps railing Kaveh with a blank expression, focused on his face.Â
Kaveh raises one hand, trembling, to wipe the tears off his face. "You missed the first two butâŚ" his fingers wrap around his cock, "...you can watch me cum a third time." Alhaitham wants to speak, he wants to beg him to cum so he can see, but the words simply refuse to leave his throat.Â
Kaveh leans into the mirror, "Treating me so well⌠Such a good boy." he presses his lips over the smooth surface.Â
Alhaitham can swear that he feels the kiss on his cheek. Kaveh's lips leave a steamy spot, a wet mark on the light mirror.
He enjoys leaving Alhaitham speechless, rendering him silent though he never shuts up in daily life whenever they have a disagreement.Â
"Talk to me, Haytham."Â
It comes off as a firm request, borderline an order, but Kaveh needs to make sure he's okay.
Alhaitham finally snaps back and shakes his head left and right lightly. "YesâI'm sorry." he leans forward, pressing wet kisses along Kaveh's spine while squeezing him even closer by the waist.Â
Kaveh moans blissfully, their gazes occasionally meeting in the mirror whenever Alhaitham looks up.
"No need to apologize." Kaveh speaks into the mirror as if it's the real thing and not a reflection, "You discovered something new, I understand the fixation."
His words are understanding but his tone is demeaning, it humiliates Alhaitham, points out how incompetent he is that he always needs a nudge from Kaveh to function properly when they're intimate. How he needs Kaveh to order him around and ask him if he's alright, tell him to pull himself together even if it's the exact opposite outside of their bedroom. Alhaitham can't help but get flustered as he feels himself draw near.Â
"Can I cum, please?" he asks, knowing the answer is always yes. Kaveh isn't the kind to deprave him of anything, generous and sympathetic.Â
"Of course, go ahead." he purrs.Â
Alhaitham grunts as his voice vibrates his skull and shoots directly into his cock. He hovers over Kaveh and pulls him back, all the way so he faces up looking at Alhaitham. He cries out in pain, pupils rolling back to the back of his head in agony and pleasure as he releases a third time all over the sheets with a jolt.Â
"Haythamâ"Â his voice cracks while tears stream down, and it tips Alhaitham off the edge, he thrusts in deep for a final time, trembling with the impact of a shaky orgasm. He fills up Kaveh until his cum drips down his thighs while he moans at the warmth.Â
Alhaitham gently releases his hair, holding him by the throat so his head doesn't fall off. Kaveh's breaths remain unsteady, his mind is at a blank when Alhaitham moves him down to sit on his knees. A sharp wave of pain ripples through his wrists and his neck. Kaveh feels arms wrap around him, Alhaitham sits right behind, cuddling his beloved and peppering kisses all over his shoulders. The mirror dissipates into thin air.Â
day 6 - overstimulation
âI told you not to touch yourself, didnât I?â Kaveh looks down at Alhaitham in mild annoyance.Â
Itâs true, he has warned the scribe a handful of times already. Regardless, Alhaithamâs fingers kept running along his own body, twisting his own nipples, cupping his breasts, even lapping over his clit daringly.Â
It ruins Kavehâs fun, his plans to slowly work Alhaitham out and watch him grow needier by the minute. He enjoys sliding two fingers in, the stretch and his slow movements far from satisfactory, and chuckling at Alhaitham who always attempts to grind down or take the matters into his own hands.Â
But the scribe looks even more impatient than usual, so he has no choice but to disregard Kavehâs warnings, simply because he is physically unable to resist the temptation.Â
Luckily, Kaveh is never out of options. He pulls out his fingers entirely, taking away the already underwhelming amount of stimulation and causing Alhaitham to whine in protest.Â
He reaches for the drawer, taking out a bundle of rope with a sinister expression.Â
âCanât you ever listen to me so we can fuck like normal people?â
Alhaithamâs eyes widen as the soft material wraps around his wrists, tying them together above his head.Â
âAnswer me, Haytham.âÂ
Kaveh sounds firm, demanding. At times like these he realizes how much he has spoilt Alhaitham, to the extent that even this stoic man acts immaturely and lacks self-control when theyâre intimate.Â
âOkay, well if youâre not gonna talk.âÂ
Kaveh reaches for a green, thick kerchief and swiftly circles it around his head, gagging his mouth while the scribe protests with muffled sounds.Â
âAh, too late. Shouldâve spoken when you had the chance.â Kaveh seems pleased with the arrangement. His fingers spread Alhaithamâs lips once again, grazing over his glistening slit.Â
âItâs a lot better when you shut up.â Kaveh slides one finger in and leans down, âJust lay there looking handsome as always.âÂ
Alhaithamâs toes curl at how Kavehâs tongue circles over his clit, he thrusts in and out with his fingers, sucking on the hardened, swollen bundle of nerves right above his quivering hole. Alhaitham gives in, he grinds himself into Kavehâs mouth but is met with a quick, harsh bite on his inner thigh.Â
His screams escape onto the cloth as Kaveh returns to hover over his cunt.Â
âI donât know what makes you so disobedient.â he leaves a long lick and a gentle suck while watching Alhaitham struggle.Â
âYou think youâre entitled to this for some reason.â Kaveh digs his fingers deep and rough, forcing out the second orgasm of the night so far, âWell, youâre not.âÂ
Alhaitham squirms at how his breath warms up his soaking wet core, words humiliating in all the right ways. âYou can only deserve it.â Kaveh continues, âBut since you apparently find my performance so underwhelming that you have to play with yourselfâŚâ
A sinister spark emits from his eyes.
âWhy donât we test out how many times you can cum before you pass out?âÂ
Alhaithamâs eyes widen, he feels sore and numb just by the thought of it, though also, inevitably intrigued.Â
Kaveh retracts his hand, leaving the scribe trembling during his fall from grace. He settles on top of Alhaitham and straddles his hips, placing his hand on his chin to simulate a state of deep thought, âLetâs see, thatâs two already. I place my bet for⌠Hmm⌠About fifteen times. Seems reasonable.âÂ
Alhaitham is petrified by the calculation and excited by Kavehâs tip teasing his entrance. âThat means youâd have to take⌠thirteen more.â Kaveh presses a kiss on his shoulder, âUnless, of course, it knocks you out before that.â Â
Alhaitham fails to describe what he feels at the moment. He crumbles under Kavehâs gaze, a cunning grin that gives him the chills and simultaneously, leads him to leak over the sheets in desperation.Â
Kaveh chuckles at his expression, âDonât look so anxious now. You couldnât wait to cum just five minutes ago.â Â
He lusts over Alhaitham and the idea of teaching him a lesson.Â
After a few moments of silence, Alhaitham blinks, he squints his eyes a single time. Itâs a yes, a go ahead between them compared to the multiple blinks that mean stop. Kaveh smiles at the cooperation as he pushes into Alhaitham.Â
And he stays faithful to his experiment.Â
He works tirelessly, until Alhaitham cums all over his cock and squeezes him so tight every single time that Kaveh bites on his lower lip harsh enough to draw blood, fighting back his own release.
Five.
Until Alhaitham unravels over his lips, Kaveh eats him out with sheer fluid dripping down his chin, devouring every last drop.
Eight.
Until his fingertips turn pale from being stuffed deep inside his beloved roommate for too long.
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen⌠and fourteen.
Eventually, Alhaitham drives near the fifteenth. The most he had ever orgasmed in one day. The most overwhelming sensation he had ever felt in his entire life. Sensitive, swollen and vulnerable. He trembles with pleasure, and sobs with sheer lust.Â
âOne more.â he faintly hears Kavehâs voice and squeezes his hips with his legs, with everything heâs got, the last ounce of his strength.Â
He canât.
He canât possibly take one more.
âYes you can.â Kaveh says nonchalantly as if he can read the scribeâs mind. Alhaitham keeps squeezing him in, so hard even when heâs exhausted that it prevents Kaveh from moving.Â
âBehave, Haytham. My patience is running out.â he hisses. Alhaitham knows how to stop Kaveh, and it certainly isnât by immobilizing him. It fills Kaveh with rage, how he still manages to play with him even on the verge of fainting.Â
Alhaithamâs wrists get shoved against the pillow with a tight grip and an angry growl.
âBrat.âÂ
Kaveh looks vicious, he begins to slam even harder into Alhaitham, thinking that he overrid the strong legs wrapped around his waist. It takes him a few more thrusts to realize how they arenât even wrapped around him anymore.Â
Instead, Alhaitham lays under him obediently, still twitching but no longer struggling. He doesnât attempt to free his wrists or pull Kaveh in. He justâ
Takes it.Â
He nuzzles against Kavehâs chest, as if someone had replaced him with a clone within the span of a minute.Â
Kaveh scoffs.
âOnly good when you want to be.âÂ
Alhaitham gives a weak nod, Kaveh knows that if he could move his mouth, thereâd be a sly grin on his face. He reaches behind to undo the knot and set the piece of cloth aside.Â
Itâs a surrender, a failed lesson. Yet, the first word that leaves Alhaithamâs mouth isâ
âKavehâŚâ
Broken and needy, but still unyielding in his own way.Â
âItâhâhurtsâŚâ he states, not in protest, but with gratitude and a blissful expression.Â
Thank you, for making it hurt. Just the way I like it.
Kaveh is constantly reminded of the hold Alhaitham has on him, because even hearing how sweet he sounds is enough to warm his heart. âI know.â he coos sympathetically. It all goes out the window, how he acts like a spoiled brat, how he pushes Kavehâs buttons just to have it his way.Â
Kaveh can call him out for all of those, work him out until the morning if he wants to. But instead he cups Alhaithamâs cheek lovingly and presses a kiss on his lips.Â
âYouâre doing so well. Iâm proud of you.â
Alhaithamâs lips quiver as he feels himself lose control for real this time. Consciousness slips away from his grasp, only Kaveh remains in his vision.Â
âOne last time, Haytham. Can you do that for me?âÂ
Alhaitham fights to keep his eyelids open, âTogetherâŚâ he mumbles.Â
âYes." Kaveh holds him close to his chest, "Together, my love.â
day 7 - aftercare
Kavehâs eyes shut off tight with the orgasm that ripples through his body. He hisses, under what feels like a lightning bolt traveling down his spine. When he finally musters up the strength to open his eyes, he finds Alhaitham looking up at him, almost as if heâs mesmerized, he appears stunned and speechless.Â
Uneven breaths from each of them meet in the space between. Kaveh reaches up, with shaky hands he loosens the tight knots around Alhaithamâs wrists as they fall on the sides of his head with a graceful thud.Â
Only then, Kaveh realizes his cheeks are as damp as the man laying under him. He feels no clogging in his nose or burning in his eyes, concluding them to be tears of pleasure, likely from only a few minutes ago.Â
His arms feel on the verge of collapsing, wrists still carrying his entire body weight. Still sucked in by Alhaithamâs walls, he feels himself go softer and lightly slides his hips back. The scribe moans as they both stare down and watch white liquid seep out.
Alhaitham raises his hand, though heâs unable to control the shakiness, he still pushes through to lower Kavehâs head. With that, Kaveh settles over him, his face buried in Alhaithamâs neck as the scribe cages his body with his arms.Â
They sink into the mattress in a gentle embrace with minimal movements to comfort each other. Kaveh avoids anywhere potentially sensitive, he draws circles on Alhaithamâs shoulder with his fingers.Â
They rest in silence, nothing but their breathing and the low rustling of Kavehâs hair tangled between Alhaithamâs fingers.Â
After what feels like hours, Kaveh gets up, having restored a portion of his strength. He guides Alhaitham off the bed while supporting him with one hand on his waist and the other on his neck.Â
The only downside to weakening Alhaitham to this extent is that Kaveh is not strong enough to carry him afterwards. Alhaitham takes his arm, hanging on with trembling legs as they make their way into the bathroom.Â
Kaveh sits him over the toilet and draws the bath. Alhaitham winces with the initial sting, and what follows makes both of them burst into laughter.
The loudest peeing sound ever known to humankind.
Itâs a running joke between them, how Alhaitham pees so loud after they fuck, every single time.Â
And the funniest part is that they still donât know what causes it even after a heated drunken debate they had over human anatomy one night.
Alhaitham had even pulled up to the house with biology textbooks as Kaveh had drawn schemes of a vagina on his board for about three hours, labeling it about a thousand time that he had become competent enough to teach it at the Akademiya.Â
âOkay, Haytham, I finally cracked it. Itâs because my dick is too big so like⌠it opens you up, you know? Like itâs normally a river and then it turns into a waterfall.â Kaveh simulates the two flaps with his palms.Â
Alhaitham chugs his second full bottle of the night with a groan, âMy piss is a waterfall?â
âYes.â
He takes up the book in his hands once again, pointing to the text while he squints to see regardless of how blurry his vision has grown.Â
âNo but see, thatâs not what it says here. Instead it says âWhile the usual opening is about 2 to 3 inches, it is expected for women to stretch up toââ
âAnd men.â Kaveh lays down his marker and places his hands on his waist with an angry look.Â
Alhaitham chuckles when he finds his roommate ready to fight the book within his grip, âYes, Kaveh. And men.â
As a scholar and an avid reader, Alhaitham is used to how scientists refer to these matters. Even though he isnât fond of the portrayal, he knows he has to work around it and refrain from taking things personally.
But Kaveh is, and always has been, the exact opposite. He doesnât back down from fights at the bazaar when the sellers eye him up and down for picking out the most flamboyant item of clothing laid over the counter.
âI know itâs for women. I read the tag and Iâll look damn pretty in it, so hand it over.â he hisses whenever someone slyly mocks him for falling in love with a beautiful piece.Â
And to this day, no one can forget the summer where Nilou accidentally fried her hair with bleach and had to cut it short so Kaveh smacked everyone that called her a boy on the head.Â
âIs your son old enough to enter the tavern, Kaveh?â
âHey! That's my daughterâI mean⌠Nilouâs a girl. Shut the fuck up, Nabati. Go back to reading âtill you become a decent fucking human being.âÂ
Whether Kaveh knows about their true feelings or not, he never backs down from a fight when it comes to protecting how his loved ones present their identities to the outside world. Even if they learn to shut out the hostile voices and suppress their emotions, Kaveh is always there, verbally strangling those voices and waving his finger at everyone he deems disrespectful towards his friends.Â
A fighter for everyoneâs rights, because heâll never forgive those around him for confining him to a box while growing up, and never forsake the freedom of finding the courage to live by his own ideals.Â
Itâs instinctive, even during a mock debate that features a concerningly drunk Kaveh and Alhaitham, it still gets on his nerves.Â
âHey, this guy obviously doesnât know what heâs talking about. Put it away because I already cracked the case.â he diverts with a dramatic eye-roll.Â
Alhaitham smiles at one of the many things that remind him how much he loves Kaveh. When he thinks back to their Akademiya days, all he remembers is the haircuts Kaveh gave him every month, how he dressed him up in his own clothes on the weekends and brought extra underwear from home because Alhaitham felt wildly uncomfortable with the ones his mom used to buy.Â
Alhaitham shakes his head to the sides slightly at the fond memories and looks up at Kaveh again, âSo my loud peeing is caused byâŚâ
âMy huge dick, yes.â Kaveh hums with a serious expression.Â
âYouâre average at best.â
Kaveh gasps at the betrayal, âYou take that back!âÂ
Regardless of the true reason behind it, the occurrence never fails to make them laugh. Even when Alhaitham is collected enough to clean himself up alone, Kaveh wheezes from the bed at how loud he is, rolling around while he simply can't wait for the scribe to be back so he can throw new water-related puns at him.Â
When heâs done, Kaveh helps him off and sits him down in the tub. Warmth surrounds Alhaitham, he sinks into the water, keeping his eyes closed until he hears a splash with Kaveh joining him.Â
They lay down, facing each other and relaxing in the bubbles that engulf them. Kaveh presses kisses over his bent knees, the only thing left out of the water besides his head. Alhaitham sighs in relief.Â
The world is quiet and Kaveh is by his side.
After soaking for a bit, Kaveh moves closer between his legs and dampens the loofah, dribbling liquid soap over it. He rubs it off, creating even more bubbles while some escape into the air, floating above them until they pop upon encountering a surface.Â
Kaveh takes his time cleaning every spot on Alhaithamâs body. He rolls the loofah around his shoulders and back, over his lower abdomen and along his legs. He intertwines his soapy fingers with Alhaithamâs, pulling on them gently to wash away the dirt and the small particles stuck to his wrist from the straps.Â
With smooth and gentle movements he massages Alhaithamâs neck, the tensed up muscles on his lower back, his breasts and hips, his calves that are strained from clinging onto him.Â
Kaveh unravels all the tension, mentally and physically until Alhaitham feels nothing but pure bliss and comfort. He feels light as a feather as Kaveh wraps him up in warm towels and lays him on the bed.Â
When Kaveh is done cleaning and dressing them both, he returns with a cream, moisturizing and soothing, and he spreads some over Alhaithamâs bruised wrists and the marks along his hips.Â
It immediately cools off the area, releasing the pressure and putting the scribe at ease.
Kaveh lays down next to him, both of them exhausted and relaxed all at once. They snuggle together like two wet kittens, soon falling into deep slumber as night falls on the hills and valleys of Sumeru.
day 8 - orgasm denial
âWhatâs in the box?â Alhaitham returns to the living room with a wooden box in his hand, one that he had come across in the wardrobe while changing out of his work attire.Â
âWhy donât you see for yourself?â Kaveh says nonchalantly, hiding his excitement to the best of his ability.Â
Alhaitham sits beside him, sliding the lid off to reveal a toy, attached to a strap. Compared to the ones they normally use together, it looks much more realistic with carved veins and a simulated natural curve.
âKaveh, this is getting out of hand, we already have threeââ Alhaitham freezes when he turns it around and notices an unconventional part.
âOh?âÂ
He comes across a jut, right behind the base. âThis isâWhere does itââÂ
Kaveh watches him struggle to make sense of it, not supplying any valuable input so that Alhaitham figures it out on his own.Â
Oh.
âIt goes⌠inside me?â Alhaitham presents his conclusion after tracing his fingers over the elongated bump.Â
âYes.â Kaveh finds joy in the adorable confusion written all over the scribeâs face, âI know you say my pleasure is your pleasure, but still.âÂ
âThatâs why youâve been hiding your plans?â
It is a keen observation, Kaveh is usually so messy that Alhaitham has to beg him to put away his sketches, notebooks and models. However, for the past week everything had been clean and tidy, with not even one piece of paper out of place.Â
Kaveh laughs, âYes, I was drawing dicks everywhere.âÂ
Alhaitham is still staring down at the toy, examining every corner and crevice carefully with his fingers, âThatâs brilliant, and very thoughtful.âÂ
He seems genuinely impressed by the design, and touched by his lover putting time and effort into it.
âThank you, Kaveh.â he leans in to press a kiss on his forehead.Â
âLetâs not get sentimental, itâs still a dick, you know.âÂ
âThat you crafted with love.â Alhaitham teases with a smirk.Â
Kaveh is quick to reach for the nearest pillow and smack him on the face with a chuckle, âShut up.âÂ
They laugh, bathing in the sunlight that penetrates from the windows as the exhaustion wanes from Alhaithamâs body.Â
âIt would be a shame not to test it out.â he looks at Kaveh with an innocent and curious look.
âMhmm, I mean⌠Iâm not perfect, you know? There could be some fundamental flaws that need fixing. We canât know unless we try.â Kaveh agrees. Of course he does.Â
He sits on the floor in between Alhaithamâs legs and rids him of his clothes, not sparing even a second before gently circling his fingers over his clit.Â
He rises on his knees, kissing up at the scribe while he stretches him out with a finger. While Alhaitham is preoccupied with licking into his mouth, Kaveh reaches for the toy and inserts it gently into his hole.Â
Alhaitham pulls away, tying the strap around his hips and pulling Kaveh to his lap hungrily.Â
âIâmâclose.â Kaveh moans.
âNo.â
It takes him a second to process Alhaithamâs answer.
âNo?â
âWell, Iâm not done with the test run yet.âÂ
Kavehâs eyes widen, itâs rare for Alhaitham to deprive him of an orgasm, and when he does, itâs usually in the form of a punishment.
âIs thisârevenge for last week?â Kaveh connects the dots rather swiftly.Â
âMhm.â
He holds onto Alhaithamâs shoulders, trying to weaken how he rocks him up and down to cool himself off a bit, âButâŚIâallowed you to cum! Only maybeâŚtoo many times butââ
âPrecisely. Itâs time you exert some self-control.âÂ
Kaveh feels helpless, even shallow thrusts are enough to make him squirm now that heâs fighting back the spark lit on his lower abdomen. But, Alhaitham doesnât seem to mind. He fucks Kaveh over his lap mercilessly, eyes rolling back occasionally when the toy digs deep inside him as well.Â
Kaveh trembles, attempting to steady himself and convince the scribe to let him go. âHaytham, please. My dick hurts. I can't keep going like this.âÂ
âHm? Strange. Mine doesnât.â Alhaitham smirks.Â
âHaytham⌠Iâll do whatever you wantâplease.â
Kaveh seems desperate and sounds broken. Itâs too much, especially without preparing himself to hold back beforehand. He often feels a few drops seep out and immediately stops himself mid-orgasm, sending the worst ache he has ever felt to his groin.Â
âGo ahead.â
âReally?â Kavehâs eyes sparkle.Â
âNo.â
The expectant look vanishes from his face, âI hate you.â
âNo, you donât.â Alhaitham adjusts his grip, instead of the two hands he had placed on Kavehâs hips, he wraps his arms around him while thrusting up with his hips.Â
Kaveh is squeezed inside his arms, their bodies now glued together as Alhaitham nibbles on the sensitive area just below his ear.Â
âI do! I hate your⌠stupid face and yourâhahâstrong arms and yourâŚâ Kaveh grows weaker, suddenly feeling warm and fuzzy inside as a wet trail runs along his neck, hot breath tickling him provocatively.Â
âMy what?â Alhaitham encourages him to go on.Â
âEverything.â Kaveh says breathily, âIâll marry you just so I can hate on you everyday âtill I die.âÂ
âAre you proposing to me so Iâll let you cum?â
âIs itâŚworking?â he asks, tired yet hopeful.Â
âNo.âÂ
Alhaitham bites down on his neck, eliciting a moan from Kavehâs lips and a twitch from his hips.
âJust a bit longer. Hang on, for me, okay?â
For him. His hoarse voice sends a tingle down Kavehâs spine as he gains the resolve to hold himself back. Alhaitham can see him turn softer and more submissive with every thrust and every word of encouragement.Â
âThink of how good itâll feel, Kaveh.â he says into his ear, âIâm soaking wet just by watching you.âÂ
A feral growl overtakes his voice as he holds his beloved close, âSo beautiful.âÂ
Kaveh feels broken and utterly confused, one of the best feelings he has ever experienced, tainted by the inability to indulge in it fully.Â
But he wants to show Alhaitham, no matter how fussy he gets, he wants the scribe to know that he can obey him. Kaveh wants to be deserving of his praise, and to hear more about how Alhaitham finds him beautiful.Â
âIâm here. Let me take care of you.âÂ
And Kaveh does exactly that. Knowing how Alhaitham will be there for him, he lets go, his limbs no longer tense up around him as his head falls on the scribeâs shoulder.Â
He allows Alhaitham to have his way with him, doing nothing but arching his back and whimpering on his shoulder.Â
Kaveh moans out his name, whispering how well Alhaitham fucks him, how he perfectly fills him up and destroys his insides deliciously.Â
Though itâs still hard to resist, Kaveh finds comfort in his arms, holding out until he finally hears the words he has been longing forâ
âGo ahead, cum for me.â














