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day 1 - thigh riding

“Haytham.” 

Kaveh coos, he shifts his weight on the divan with lazy movements, still drowsy from the afternoon nap he had taken, and straddles Alhaitham’s leg. 

“Haytham.”

He calls out again, but his roommate doesn’t seem to hear, his eyes remain fixated on the book in his hand. 

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.

“Come on, pay attention to me.” he whines, knowing it's a futile effort, well aware that Alhaitham doesn’t hear a word he’s saying. 

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. 

The only difference is the dark pair of shorts he’s wearing, Kaveh slides the fabric even higher up to his groin so he can feel him, skin to skin as he settles over Alhaitham’s 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 Alhaitham’s leg, a wet spot already forming on his boxers. 

Though, when Kaveh looks up, he finds his roommate is still preoccupied with the book, uninterested and unbothered by him. 

Kaveh lifts his hips and slides his underwear off, one leg at a time. 

And when he settles back down—

“Hah…”

He squirms. It’s so delightful, how Alhaitham’s 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. 

His cheeks turn red. 

Why does it feel so good? 

He slides back, lips already cheekily curved up with desire.

Kaveh feels perverted, desperately grinding against Alhaitham’s leg and drawing so much pleasure from it that moans spill uncontrollably from his lips. 

He shifts forward slightly, placing pressure on his clit with a whimper. His eyes widen as he repeats the motion, again and again. 

Alhaitham’s stoic exterior remains intact despite all of this. Everytime Kaveh pulls away, it elicits a squelch, he’s soaking wet, tearful and oversensitive and Alhaitham doesn’t even look at him. 

“You’re missing out on so much by being a stubborn dickhead.” Kaveh scoffs, “I know you’re even wetter than I am.” 

He examines Alhaitham’s 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. 

The thought of it makes his legs tremble. He feels dangerously close to a release. 

“Fuck—” he sighs, “I guess I shouldn’t.”

“You absolutely should.” Alhaitham breaks his silence. 

Kaveh panics, his body jolts up with surprise.

“Huh? You can hear me?!”

Alhaitham turns the page, “Why would I turn on noise canceling when you’re asleep?” he asks as if he hasn’t been purposefully leading Kaveh to think that way the entire time. 

Kaveh gasps, “You—you piece of shit.”

“Go ahead. Finish.” 

“I won’t. I’d rather go fuck myself.” Kaveh hisses and attempts to get up, but Alhaitham holds him in place by the waist with his unoccupied hand. His fingers brush against Kaveh’s ribs and caress his hips. 

Alhaitham closes the book and sets it aside, “Finish, Kaveh. I’ll help you out with the second one.”

Kaveh’s eyes widen, “Help me out with what now?” 

Alhaitham’s 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, “Your second one.” he restates and slides him away, only to pull him back again, so close that their lips almost touch. 

“And then a third, and maybe a fourth.” Alhaitham finds joy in Kaveh’s stunned expression. He presses a kiss on his lips. 

Kaveh’s heart skips a beat, he wraps his arms around his roommate’s neck, arching his back even more to accommodate how Alhaitham sinks him lower and fucks him on his leg. 

“Is that up to your standards?” he inquires with a voice far softer, knowing how it tickles his roommate’s insides deliciously. 

Kaveh moans needily, he lets his forehead fall on Alhaitham’s 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. 

Kaveh’s teeth lightly sink into his neck as he releases shakily, his hips spasm and release, leaving him in a state of relaxation. Alhaitham’s fingers entangle themselves in his golden locks, leaving soothing touches all over his back. 

Kaveh lets out a deep exhale as Alhaitham carries him inside to their bedroom and lays him down on the sheets. 

He spreads Kaveh’s 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.

“Now…” his warm breath hovers over Kaveh’s sensitive, swollen clit, “...as I promised.”

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 Kaveh’s mind as noises from the counter filled the kitchen. 

“No luck?” 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.

“Not really.” 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. 

But what caught Kaveh’s attention was Alhaitham. 

Bent over the counter, patiently waiting by the stove for the water to boil as he hummed softly. 

He leaned on his elbows, occasionally swaying left and right lightly with the front parts of his hair pinned up by crimson hair clips. 

Kaveh picked his jaw off the floor. It was rare to see Alhaitham so comfortable even within the confines of his own home. He wouldn’t 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. 

He moved away from the table, gently wrapping his arms around the scribe’s waist. 

“You okay?” Kaveh asked in slight embarrassment, worried that he had been neglecting him for too long. But Alhaitham didn’t 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. 

He didn’t mind staying apart, minding their own business even when they were in the same room. 

“Yes, just my back. I’m alright.” Alhaitham eased his worries. 

Kaveh pulled away, sliding his hand inside the scribe’s shirt as his fingers moved up and drew circles along his spine. Alhaitham hissed, feeling solid knots underneath Kaveh’s fingertips that began to unravel slowly. 

Kaveh pressed his lips right behind his ear, continuing to massage his back, waist and shoulders. 

“I’m sorry that I haven’t been helping out lately.” he cooed. Alhaitham’s head was hanging forward, sighs of relaxation escaped his lips and Kaveh’s worry was the last thing on his mind. 

“You’re—busy. I don’t mind, Kaveh.” 

He nuzzled his nose in Alhaitham’s nape, taking in his scent that was now mixed with the smell of spices overtaking the room. “I know you don’t.” Kaveh’s fingers traveled down to his lower back, clutching his waist with both hands and massaging the tense muscles with his thumbs. 

“But, I should take better care of you.”

Kaveh’s voice rang in his sensitive ears, lighting a fire in his stomach. Even after years of living together, Alhaitham still couldn’t 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 didn’t need anything from anyone, but being coddled by Kaveh, cared for and loved by the only person Alhaitham felt addicted to, though he didn’t like admitting to it, had become a need. 

As Kaveh’s slender fingers worked their way through the tense spots all over the scribe’s 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 Kaveh’s hips involuntarily. 

Kaveh raised one hand to straighten Alhaitham’s 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. 

“Are those mine?” he asked with a smile. 

Alhaitham brushed his nose against Kaveh’s, “Maybe.” 

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 Alhaitham’s cheek lovingly and peppered kisses along his cheeks, his forehead and his nose as the scribe looked up, almost mesmerized. 

Kaveh’s hand slid down, all the way to his stomach and hovered over his crotch. Alhaitham shuddered, he instinctively looked over to the stove. 

“It’ll take a while.” Kaveh chuckled, “I can help you pass the time, if you’d like?” 

Alhaitham uttered the oddest possible answer to his question.

“This is very unsanitary.” 

Yet, his body language suggested otherwise. He was heating up under Kaveh, grinding between him and the counter. 

“I’ll clean up.” Kaveh spoke hoarsely, impatient, and slipped his hand inside his pants. Alhaitham was already dripping in his underwear, his clit throbbed with anticipation as Kaveh’s fingers lapped over it, drawing small circles with two digits. 

Alhaitham moaned over his lips with a lustful gaze, crumbling under Kaveh’s touch but refusing to look away. He clutched the counter tight, fighting the urge to rock back into Kaveh’s erection even when his thighs trembled for more. 

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.

“Don’t look away.” Kaveh placed his unoccupied hand over Alhaitham’s and pressed it into the marble, “You look beautiful.”

A whimper he failed to muffle escaped into the air and painted a grin over Kaveh’s lips.

“Be grateful that this project is taking so long, or I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of you.” he added a second finger and Alhaitham’s eyes widened at the stretch. 

“Finish it sooner, then.” 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. 

“You’re bold as always, Haytham.” Kaveh chuckled. He abruptly retracted his fingers.

“Unfortunately for you, the water’s already boiling.” 

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. 

The sizzle continued, losing its intensity, and eventually quieted down. 

“No it’s not.” he stated. 

Kaveh’s hands were still wrapped around him, grabbing at his hips and squeezing the insides of his thighs. 

“I stand corrected.” 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. 

With a third finger, Alhaitham collapsed down on the counter, he rested his cheek on the cold, harsh stone as his cunt coated Kaveh’s fingers generously. 

Kaveh leaned over him, never failing to run his tongue along every exposed spot on Alhaitham’s neck and angling his wrist upward no matter how close they stood to each other. 

Alhaitham no longer worried about his movements as he desperately pushed himself onto Kaveh’s dick, begging without words, pleading for more only with mewls and whimpers. 

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. 

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. 

Alhaitham’s eyes closed, all he could feel was Kaveh licking his fingers clean and his cock pushing in between his thighs. 

“Do you still have concerns about hygiene?” Kaveh jested as he unzipped his pants and let them pool around his ankles. 

Alhaitham spread his legs even further and settled comfortably on the surface, “We’ll worry about it later.”

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. 

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. “Let’s—hicc—go home… Hmm?” he slurred. 

“Why? I’m enjoying myself.” 

“You never enjoy yourself.”

The waiter returned with a full glass, laying it down and swiftly returning to serve the other customers.

“That’s entirely untrue.” Alhaitham stated blankly.

Kaveh leaned off again, turning his face towards Alhaitham with a sly expression, “Well then, you can enjoy yourself at home too.”

“Please do not elaborate.” 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. 

“Why 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.” he kept provoking. 

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. 

“I guess that answers my question." Kaveh smirked, "You look uncomfortable in those tight clothes."

Alhaitham pulled himself together before taking another sip, “I’m not solely an object of your desire, you know.” he quipped.

“Yes you are.” Kaveh said bluntly. Alhaitham's brows raised.

“You don’t get to say that after begging me to cum inside you every night.” 

The scribe’s 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.

“Kaveh—don’t pull out… Kaveh, please… Breed me, Kaveh—ahh—I need you.” he whimpered, eventually bursting into laughter. 

“Shut up, I don’t talk like that.”

“Oh, but you do.” Kaveh wrapped himself around his arm, “Not that I dislike it.” 

“It's cute when you’re needy and desperate like that.” 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. 

“Poor Haytham, so grumpy when no one is filling him up...” Kaveh purred close to his ear, sending a tingle down his spine as Alhaitham's legs jolted.

“Can’t even go to sleep…” 

Alhaitham dug his nails into his own skin.

“...without a cock between his thighs. Isn’t 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. 

“You’re too drunk to be right.” he finally spat out.

“Then why are you blushing?” Kaveh reached from behind him and tangled his fingers along Alhaitham's hair.

“I’m not.” 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. 

He felt a drop of sweat trickle down from his forehead.

“It’s okay to admit to your needs, Haytham.” Kaveh's hand moved up from his leg and over to his crotch, “Don’t mind me joking, I don’t think twice before gladly making a mess out of you.” 

He was glad to feel an erection form between his legs, sliding his fingers over the fabric. “Because, you see, I need it as much as you do.” 

Kaveh brushed his nose against Alhaitham’s neck, strategically, finding the perfect moment to do so and pressed a quick yet deep kiss on his blushing skin, “I need you to feel good… Someone should take care of the most important man in Sumeru.” 

Alhaitham’s gaze fell to his lap, watching Kaveh’s fingers slither all over him when he tugged on the back of his hair harshly.

“Ah, we wouldn’t want to alarm anyone, would we, Haytham?” Kaveh smiled innocently, refusing to loosen his grip on the scribe’s soft, gray locks. 

"You might be fooling everyone else with the smart-ass bullshit, but I know that there’s only one thing that’s constantly on your mind.” 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.

“I know it eats away at your brain. I can even taste it on you when you return home." Kaveh’s motions accelerated, rubbing Alhaitham’s cock harder and faster over his pants. 

Alhaitham wished he had said yes to his offer earlier, he wished they were home, where he didn’t have to bite the insides of his cheeks to stay quiet. 

"Maybe it’s easy to forget about it for a while sometimes, but as soon as it reminds itself…" Kaveh pressed his palm on his base and slid forward all the way where his tip was squeezed against, "I imagine it would be like…an itch you have to scratch.” 

"Kaveh—"

The crack in his voice was delicious to Kaveh, he sounded broken already. 

“You’re gonna cream your pants in the middle of the tavern? I’m not even touching you.”

Alhaitham was gripping the seat below him so tightly, enough to turn his knuckles white and send an ache stinging into his wrists. 

“Let’s go home, and I’ll give you what you need, generously.” Kaveh offered for the final time. Alhaitham didn’t know whether he had it in him to get up. He nodded to the best of his ability with his strained neck. 

Kaveh slowly retracted his hands with a satisfied, triumphant smile. 

“Good. Go pick up the tab.”

day 4 - food play

“We still have leftovers?” Alhaitham questioned his roommate holding the plate. The cake wasn’t as shapely and beautiful as it was two days ago on the scribe’s 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. 

“It’s the only good thing to ever come out of your birthday.” Kaveh sighed. 

“I—” 

Alhaitham wanted to snap back out of habit, soon realizing that it truly was the only significant thing about the anniversary of his birth, “I agree, actually.” 

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.

“Nilou is an angel. I would never go through all this trouble for you.” 

“Your loving words never fail to warm my heart.” Alhaitham jested blankly without looking away from the page. 

“You know what I mean.” Kaveh dipped his index finger in the icing, “You don’t like birthdays, after all.” 

“That is true. But at least we have cake.” 

“Mhmm.” 

Alhaitham turned towards him when he noticed the muffled hum of agreement, and found Kaveh licking it off his finger. 

“Do you want some?” Kaveh took another drag and extended his hand to Alhaitham's mouth.

“No.”

“Suit yourself.”

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. 

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 wouldn’t notice until after the meal was swept off his plate. 

Only this time, he could feel Alhaitham’s piercing gaze hovering over him. Kaveh hadn’t heard him turn a page for a while, and from the corner of his eye he could see the scribe facing him. 

“Something wrong?” Kaveh turned to him. 

Alhaitham’s mouth parted, but the words didn’t follow, it was also rare for him to start speaking without carefully calculating what he was going to say. 

“It’s…all over your face.” he finally stated. 

Kaveh with white cream all over his face, Alhaitham was certainly familiar with the sight, rather fond of it actually. 

“Huh?”

Alhaitham leaned in without a word, scooping the remains on the sides of his mouth with his tongue while avoiding his lips.  

“You said you didn’t want any.” Kaveh grinned. 

Alhaitham cupped his cheek with a softer gaze, he brushed away the golden locks falling upon his face, “Yes. Regarding the cake.” 

Kaveh hummed, “So how about now, then?”, he dipped his finger in the icing again, smearing it on his tongue and sticking it out for him to see. 

Alhaitham didn’t think twice before gladly taking the bait. He gently sucked on Kaveh’s 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. 

Alhaitham pulled away, having left both of them breathless. 

“Can’t believe you fell for it.” Kaveh sighed with glossy eyes. 

Alhaitham smirked, “It’s hardly my fault that you have the dining skills of a toddler.” 

“Hey! It’s fun to eat it with your fingers, you joyless toad.” 

Alhaitham was flabbergasted at the insult. Joyless? Sure, expected. Kaveh uttered words along the same line towards him whenever they had a disagreement, but ‘toad’ was definitely a new and interesting addition. 

“Toad? Wouldn’t kissing you turn me into a prince, then?” 

“No. You’re not a magical toad. You’re a—uhh—normal toad. Also, that’s a frog. Read some stories instead of your usual boring bullshit some time.” Kaveh said, confident that it was a perfectly normal thing to say and not insane rambling. 

“As articulate as always.” Alhaitham set his book aside with a mocking tone. 

“Shut up and let me enjoy my cake in peace.” 

Kaveh turned to his lap again and picked up the plate, readying his hands when Alhaitham intruded on him again. 

“I’ll give you something else to suck on.” 

Kaveh turned away so fast that his neck cracked.

“You have my undivided attention.” he finished licking his fingers clean, trying to make out whether he was serious or just playing around. 

Alhaitham chuckled, he patted the edge of his seat, “Come here.” 

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 Alhaitham’s thighs and rose on them to examine his face closely. 

He had a serious yet affectionate expression that turned Kaveh’s cheeks rosy right before Alhaitham began to pepper kisses all over them. 

Kaveh deemed it appropriate to unbuckle his belt and slide his hand inside the scribe’s pants while his kisses turned sloppier, he licked into Kaveh’s mouth passionately as nimble fingers wrapped around his cock. 

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 couldn’t wait to get a taste of. 

His lips traveled down, pressing onto Alhaitham’s groin, then trailing to the tip of his cock. 

He dragged his tongue all the way down to the base as Alhaitham’s legs jolted under his palms. 

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. 

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. 

Only this time, Alhaitham was the overly forward one, impatient and reactive, sensitive to Kaveh’s touch. His head was leaning back, eyes closed and fingers gripping the furniture he was sitting on. 

Kaveh inspected the state he was in, so blissful and euphoric that it made him painfully hard as well. Alhaitham’s 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. 

“Keep going.” 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. 

And it finally dawned on him. 

How Alhaitham watched him devour the cake and stared at his lips smeared in vanilla frosting before sticking his tongue deep inside Kaveh’s mouth. 

He let out a muffled sound and tugged on the scribe’s shirt. 

“Hm?” Alhaitham’s eyes fluttered open, he looked down at Kaveh pointing to his cheek.

“On your face?” 

Kaveh nodded and made an affirming sound. 

Alhaitham leaned forward, grabbing the front part of his hair, “Gladly.” he cooed. 

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. 

And he never looked away. Not even for a second did he stop staring up daringly until Alhaitham hissed—

“Close your eyes.” 

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 Kaveh’s face white. 

A set of noises left his lips that roughly translated to ‘Aim properly, then.’

Alhaitham didn’t 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. 

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. 

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.

Kaveh’s face glistened, a stream of his own spit mixed with Alhaitham’s 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 couldn’t get enough of.  

Alhaitham’s 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 Alhaitham’s thigh in bliss like a lazy cat and looked up, “Clean?” 

Alhaitham leaned down to press a kiss on his forehead, “Quite the opposite.”

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. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

Alhaitham tugs on it lightly. 

No response. 

He tries again, this time a little harsher. 

Kaveh's rhythmic breathing continues. 

Alhaitham adjusts his grip, and yanks his hair back roughly.

And he finally hears something. A faint—

Mmh…

A fond noise.

Alhaitham repeats the motion and receives a similar response. 

"No need to be so gentle, Haytham." Kaveh pushes his ass even deeper into his hips, "Do your worst." he hisses. 

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. 

It hovers in his palm before he sends it forward. The mirror lands right before Kaveh's face and expands. 

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. 

No matter how demolished he feels, Kaveh still raises his gaze to meet eyes with Alhaitham in the mirror he manifested before them. 

"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. 

Kaveh raises one hand, trembling, to wipe the tears off his face. "You missed the first two but…" 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. 

Kaveh leans into the mirror, "Treating me so well… Such a good boy." he presses his lips over the smooth surface. 

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. 

"Talk to me, Haytham." 

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. "Yes—I'm sorry." he leans forward, pressing wet kisses along Kaveh's spine while squeezing him even closer by the waist. 

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. 

"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. 

"Of course, go ahead." he purrs. 

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. 

"Haytham—" 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. 

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. 

day 6 - overstimulation

“I told you not to touch yourself, didn’t I?” Kaveh looks down at Alhaitham in mild annoyance. 

It’s true, he has warned the scribe a handful of times already. Regardless, Alhaitham’s fingers kept running along his own body, twisting his own nipples, cupping his breasts, even lapping over his clit daringly. 

It ruins Kaveh’s 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. 

But the scribe looks even more impatient than usual, so he has no choice but to disregard Kaveh’s warnings, simply because he is physically unable to resist the temptation. 

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. 

He reaches for the drawer, taking out a bundle of rope with a sinister expression. 

“Can’t you ever listen to me so we can fuck like normal people?”

Alhaitham’s eyes widen as the soft material wraps around his wrists, tying them together above his head. 

“Answer me, Haytham.” 

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 they’re intimate. 

“Okay, well if you’re not gonna talk.” 

Kaveh reaches for a green, thick kerchief and swiftly circles it around his head, gagging his mouth while the scribe protests with muffled sounds. 

“Ah, too late. Should’ve spoken when you had the chance.” Kaveh seems pleased with the arrangement. His fingers spread Alhaitham’s lips once again, grazing over his glistening slit. 

“It’s a lot better when you shut up.” Kaveh slides one finger in and leans down, “Just lay there looking handsome as always.” 

Alhaitham’s toes curl at how Kaveh’s 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 Kaveh’s mouth but is met with a quick, harsh bite on his inner thigh. 

His screams escape onto the cloth as Kaveh returns to hover over his cunt. 

“I don’t know what makes you so disobedient.” he leaves a long lick and a gentle suck while watching Alhaitham struggle. 

“You think you’re entitled to this for some reason.” Kaveh digs his fingers deep and rough, forcing out the second orgasm of the night so far, “Well, you’re not.” 

Alhaitham squirms at how his breath warms up his soaking wet core, words humiliating in all the right ways. “You can only deserve it.” Kaveh continues, “But since you apparently find my performance so underwhelming that you have to play with yourself…”

A sinister spark emits from his eyes.

“Why don’t we test out how many times you can cum before you pass out?” 

Alhaitham’s eyes widen, he feels sore and numb just by the thought of it, though also, inevitably intrigued. 

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, “Let’s see, that’s two already. I place my bet for… Hmm… About fifteen times. Seems reasonable.” 

Alhaitham is petrified by the calculation and excited by Kaveh’s tip teasing his entrance. “That means you’d have to take… thirteen more.” Kaveh presses a kiss on his shoulder, “Unless, of course, it knocks you out before that.”  

Alhaitham fails to describe what he feels at the moment. He crumbles under Kaveh’s gaze, a cunning grin that gives him the chills and simultaneously, leads him to leak over the sheets in desperation. 

Kaveh chuckles at his expression, “Don’t look so anxious now. You couldn’t wait to cum just five minutes ago.”  

He lusts over Alhaitham and the idea of teaching him a lesson. 

After a few moments of silence, Alhaitham blinks, he squints his eyes a single time. It’s 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. 

And he stays faithful to his experiment. 

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. 

“One more.” he faintly hears Kaveh’s voice and squeezes his hips with his legs, with everything he’s got, the last ounce of his strength. 

He can’t.

He can’t possibly take one more.

“Yes you can.” Kaveh says nonchalantly as if he can read the scribe’s mind. Alhaitham keeps squeezing him in, so hard even when he’s exhausted that it prevents Kaveh from moving. 

“Behave, Haytham. My patience is running out.” he hisses. Alhaitham knows how to stop Kaveh, and it certainly isn’t by immobilizing him. It fills Kaveh with rage, how he still manages to play with him even on the verge of fainting. 

Alhaitham’s wrists get shoved against the pillow with a tight grip and an angry growl.

“Brat.” 

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 aren’t even wrapped around him anymore. 

Instead, Alhaitham lays under him obediently, still twitching but no longer struggling. He doesn’t attempt to free his wrists or pull Kaveh in. He just—

Takes it. 

He nuzzles against Kaveh’s chest, as if someone had replaced him with a clone within the span of a minute. 

Kaveh scoffs.

“Only good when you want to be.” 

Alhaitham gives a weak nod, Kaveh knows that if he could move his mouth, there’d be a sly grin on his face. He reaches behind to undo the knot and set the piece of cloth aside. 

It’s a surrender, a failed lesson. Yet, the first word that leaves Alhaitham’s mouth is—

“Kaveh…”

Broken and needy, but still unyielding in his own way. 

“It—h—hurts…” he states, not in protest, but with gratitude and a blissful expression. 

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. “I know.” he coos sympathetically. It all goes out the window, how he acts like a spoiled brat, how he pushes Kaveh’s buttons just to have it his way. 

Kaveh can call him out for all of those, work him out until the morning if he wants to. But instead he cups Alhaitham’s cheek lovingly and presses a kiss on his lips. 

“You’re doing so well. I’m proud of you.”

Alhaitham’s lips quiver as he feels himself lose control for real this time. Consciousness slips away from his grasp, only Kaveh remains in his vision. 

“One last time, Haytham. Can you do that for me?” 

Alhaitham fights to keep his eyelids open, “Together…” he mumbles. 

“Yes." Kaveh holds him close to his chest, "Together, my love.”

day 7 - aftercare

Kaveh’s 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 he’s mesmerized, he appears stunned and speechless. 

Uneven breaths from each of them meet in the space between. Kaveh reaches up, with shaky hands he loosens the tight knots around Alhaitham’s wrists as they fall on the sides of his head with a graceful thud. 

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. 

His arms feel on the verge of collapsing, wrists still carrying his entire body weight. Still sucked in by Alhaitham’s 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 he’s unable to control the shakiness, he still pushes through to lower Kaveh’s head. With that, Kaveh settles over him, his face buried in Alhaitham’s neck as the scribe cages his body with his arms. 

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 Alhaitham’s shoulder with his fingers. 

They rest in silence, nothing but their breathing and the low rustling of Kaveh’s hair tangled between Alhaitham’s fingers. 

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. 

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. 

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.

It’s a running joke between them, how Alhaitham pees so loud after they fuck, every single time. 

And the funniest part is that they still don’t 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. 

“Okay, Haytham, I finally cracked it. It’s because my dick is too big so like… it opens you up, you know? Like it’s normally a river and then it turns into a waterfall.” Kaveh simulates the two flaps with his palms. 

Alhaitham chugs his second full bottle of the night with a groan, “My piss is a waterfall?”

“Yes.”

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. 

“No but see, that’s not what it says here. Instead it says ‘While the usual opening is about 2 to 3 inches, it is expected for women to stretch up to—”

“And men.” Kaveh lays down his marker and places his hands on his waist with an angry look. 

Alhaitham chuckles when he finds his roommate ready to fight the book within his grip, “Yes, Kaveh. And men.”

As a scholar and an avid reader, Alhaitham is used to how scientists refer to these matters. Even though he isn’t 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 doesn’t 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.

“I know it’s for women. I read the tag and I’ll look damn pretty in it, so hand it over.” he hisses whenever someone slyly mocks him for falling in love with a beautiful piece. 

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. 

“Is your son old enough to enter the tavern, Kaveh?”

“Hey! That's my daughter—I mean… Nilou’s a girl. Shut the fuck up, Nabati. Go back to reading ‘till you become a decent fucking human being.” 

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. 

A fighter for everyone’s rights, because he’ll 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. 

It’s instinctive, even during a mock debate that features a concerningly drunk Kaveh and Alhaitham, it still gets on his nerves. 

“Hey, this guy obviously doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Put it away because I already cracked the case.” he diverts with a dramatic eye-roll. 

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. 

Alhaitham shakes his head to the sides slightly at the fond memories and looks up at Kaveh again, “So my loud peeing is caused by…”

“My huge dick, yes.” Kaveh hums with a serious expression. 

“You’re average at best.”

Kaveh gasps at the betrayal, “You take that back!” 

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. 

When he’s 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. 

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. 

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. 

Kaveh takes his time cleaning every spot on Alhaitham’s body. He rolls the loofah around his shoulders and back, over his lower abdomen and along his legs. He intertwines his soapy fingers with Alhaitham’s, pulling on them gently to wash away the dirt and the small particles stuck to his wrist from the straps. 

With smooth and gentle movements he massages Alhaitham’s neck, the tensed up muscles on his lower back, his breasts and hips, his calves that are strained from clinging onto him. 

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. 

When Kaveh is done cleaning and dressing them both, he returns with a cream, moisturizing and soothing, and he spreads some over Alhaitham’s bruised wrists and the marks along his hips. 

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

“What’s in the box?” 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. 

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” Kaveh says nonchalantly, hiding his excitement to the best of his ability. 

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.

“Kaveh, this is getting out of hand, we already have three—” Alhaitham freezes when he turns it around and notices an unconventional part.

“Oh?” 

He comes across a jut, right behind the base. “This is—Where does it—” 

Kaveh watches him struggle to make sense of it, not supplying any valuable input so that Alhaitham figures it out on his own. 

Oh.

“It goes… inside me?” Alhaitham presents his conclusion after tracing his fingers over the elongated bump. 

“Yes.” Kaveh finds joy in the adorable confusion written all over the scribe’s face, “I know you say my pleasure is your pleasure, but still.” 

“That’s why you’ve been hiding your plans?”

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. 

Kaveh laughs, “Yes, I was drawing dicks everywhere.” 

Alhaitham is still staring down at the toy, examining every corner and crevice carefully with his fingers, “That’s brilliant, and very thoughtful.” 

He seems genuinely impressed by the design, and touched by his lover putting time and effort into it.

“Thank you, Kaveh.” he leans in to press a kiss on his forehead. 

“Let’s not get sentimental, it’s still a dick, you know.” 

“That you crafted with love.” Alhaitham teases with a smirk. 

Kaveh is quick to reach for the nearest pillow and smack him on the face with a chuckle, “Shut up.” 

They laugh, bathing in the sunlight that penetrates from the windows as the exhaustion wanes from Alhaitham’s body. 

“It would be a shame not to test it out.” he looks at Kaveh with an innocent and curious look.

“Mhmm, I mean… I’m not perfect, you know? There could be some fundamental flaws that need fixing. We can’t know unless we try.” Kaveh agrees. Of course he does. 

He sits on the floor in between Alhaitham’s legs and rids him of his clothes, not sparing even a second before gently circling his fingers over his clit. 

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. 

Alhaitham pulls away, tying the strap around his hips and pulling Kaveh to his lap hungrily. 

“I’m—close.” Kaveh moans.

“No.”

It takes him a second to process Alhaitham’s answer.

“No?”

“Well, I’m not done with the test run yet.” 

Kaveh’s eyes widen, it’s rare for Alhaitham to deprive him of an orgasm, and when he does, it’s usually in the form of a punishment.

“Is this—revenge for last week?” Kaveh connects the dots rather swiftly. 

“Mhm.”

He holds onto Alhaitham’s shoulders, trying to weaken how he rocks him up and down to cool himself off a bit, “But…I—allowed you to cum! Only maybe…too many times but—”

“Precisely. It’s time you exert some self-control.” 

Kaveh feels helpless, even shallow thrusts are enough to make him squirm now that he’s fighting back the spark lit on his lower abdomen. But, Alhaitham doesn’t seem to mind. He fucks Kaveh over his lap mercilessly, eyes rolling back occasionally when the toy digs deep inside him as well. 

Kaveh trembles, attempting to steady himself and convince the scribe to let him go. “Haytham, please. My dick hurts. I can't keep going like this.” 

“Hm? Strange. Mine doesn’t.” Alhaitham smirks. 

“Haytham… I’ll do whatever you want—please.”

Kaveh seems desperate and sounds broken. It’s 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. 

“Go ahead.”

“Really?” Kaveh’s eyes sparkle. 

“No.”

The expectant look vanishes from his face, “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” Alhaitham adjusts his grip, instead of the two hands he had placed on Kaveh’s hips, he wraps his arms around him while thrusting up with his hips. 

Kaveh is squeezed inside his arms, their bodies now glued together as Alhaitham nibbles on the sensitive area just below his ear. 

“I do! I hate your… stupid face and your—hah—strong arms and your…” Kaveh grows weaker, suddenly feeling warm and fuzzy inside as a wet trail runs along his neck, hot breath tickling him provocatively. 

“My what?” Alhaitham encourages him to go on. 

“Everything.” Kaveh says breathily, “I’ll marry you just so I can hate on you everyday ‘till I die.” 

“Are you proposing to me so I’ll let you cum?”

“Is it…working?” he asks, tired yet hopeful. 

“No.” 

Alhaitham bites down on his neck, eliciting a moan from Kaveh’s lips and a twitch from his hips.

“Just a bit longer. Hang on, for me, okay?”

For him. His hoarse voice sends a tingle down Kaveh’s 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. 

“Think of how good it’ll feel, Kaveh.” he says into his ear, “I’m soaking wet just by watching you.” 

A feral growl overtakes his voice as he holds his beloved close, “So beautiful.” 

Kaveh feels broken and utterly confused, one of the best feelings he has ever experienced, tainted by the inability to indulge in it fully. 

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. 

“I’m here. Let me take care of you.” 

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 scribe’s shoulder. 

He allows Alhaitham to have his way with him, doing nothing but arching his back and whimpering on his shoulder. 

Kaveh moans out his name, whispering how well Alhaitham fucks him, how he perfectly fills him up and destroys his insides deliciously. 

Though it’s still hard to resist, Kaveh finds comfort in his arms, holding out until he finally hears the words he has been longing for—

“Haytham!” Kaveh angrily walked into the living room to find his roommate reading on the couch as always, “We have a problem.”

The scribe didn’t lift his gaze from the page and turned it over with his index finger, “I have a feeling that it's your problem and I have absolutely nothing to do with it.” Kaveh crossed his arms at his chest, refusing to follow-up in an attempt to get his attention. Per usual, it was a futile effort, so he gave up with a long, annoyed exhale, “I can’t get laid. It’s getting out of hand.”

Alhaitham was unfazed by the abrupt indecency, it was Kaveh after all, he had spent years trying to teach the concept of boundaries to him but the man was sticking to his values of oversharing and making every detail of his life public to their small household. “Impossible, it's your only source of income.” Alhaitham jested, skilfully hiding the half-smirk that formed on the corner of his mouth. Kaveh gasped and squeezed his fists, “Rude and untrue.” he protested. Alhaitham turned another page and settled more comfortably in his seat, “Mmhm, do go on.”

“My proposal is to fuck.”

“Seems like an appropriate solution, any candidates?”

Alhaitham could see where this conversation was going from miles away, but for now his plan was playing dumb and savoring the moment as his roommate further embarrassed himself. “The proposal is for you and me.” Kaveh certainly didn’t sound ashamed, laying down an unchaste and indecent offer as if it was nothing. 

“You want us to fuck?”

“Yes. What is your answer?”

“Who fucks who?

“You top.”

“Why, you don't like it?

Alhaitham heard footsteps approaching him, Kaveh snatched the book away from his hand and put it down on the table. Alhaitham hated it when he did that, but he was drawing too much joy from the situation that he wasn’t bothered at all.

Kaveh stood between his parted legs and looked down on him with his arms crossed once again. “Haytham. Listen to me very carefully. Fucking you won’t solve my problem. This is serious. I need to be thrown around, okay? I need to forget my own name. I can’t take it anymore. You’re as emotional as a Scarab, so I’m sure you won't catch feelings. Also, I assume you’re packing down there. So please , stop drawing this out and just answer me.” he explained calmly, as if the words he uttered weren’t absolutely insane. 

Alhaitham nodded, “Fine, I accept.” Kaveh’s eyes lit up momentarily, then the spark vanished with the growing awkwardness between them. Alhaitham parted the silence, “What are you waiting for?” Kaveh was frozen in place, he hadn’t planned things this far. He didn’t even think the scribe would accept. Though it seemed impulsive, it had been on his mind for some time, since the day he was supposed to check up on a project and stay overnight in the desert last week. 

He had told Alhaitham beforehand, it was an unspoken rule between the two. Kaveh enjoyed having people over but they kept it confined within the walls of his bedroom, Alhaitham would only see those people for a moment in the mornings when they would be leaving, but he would never bring home someone he was involved with. Kaveh didn’t exactly know why, but he knew that the scribe definitely cared for his privacy. Regardless of the reason, he tried to tell Alhaitham when he was going to be away, in case he wanted to have the house to himself and have people over. Everytime he came back he would notice signs but would never pester his roommate about it. 

So last weekend, he got ready for his departure as always, failing to account for the fact that he was extremely tired. He came home and went to bed immediately, confident that he would easily get up near noon and leave with the convoy. But when he finally opened his eyes, rested and light as a feather, the time was nearing five in the afternoon. 

He got off the bed, cursing as he made his way through the kitchen to quench his thirst. He sat on the balcony for a while and then ran inside upon spotting Alhaitham in the distance. The scribe approached the door, Kaveh could hear him from the large window opening to the balcony. But he wasn’t alone, there was a tall brunette tangled around his arm. Kaveh rubbed his temples, trying to devise a plan by the time they made their way up. 

If he left he would undoubtedly run into them, plus he wasn’t even dressed. Even if he found a way to evade them, everyone that would welcome him in the city was out in the desert with the rest of the team. Though he liked to poke fun at Alhaitham, he handled most of the housework, cooking and cleaning, taking care of their plants and, taking care of Kaveh. It was his house after all, and if he saw Kaveh there he would surely never bring anyone home ever again. Kaveh truly didn’t want to shatter his trust in him. 

So, the only option was to hide in his room. It wasn’t so bad, he was still tired after all. Hurriedly, he sneaked a bottle of water and some snacks and ran to his bed. Alhaitham walked in with the man that Kaveh didn’t know, they cooked dinner together, laughing and talking about things that were terribly boring to the blonde. Yet, it was interesting to hear Alhaitham crack up at the jokes, he surely never laughed like that at Kaveh or at anyone at work. 

It was actually kind of nice to see a more human side of him. Kaveh couldn’t help but smile all evening, sketching his new plans quietly and occasionally taking breaks to eavesdrop on the two. From what he had gathered, it didn’t seem like a serious relationship, maybe it was just a casual thing, and maybe it wasn’t even a ‘relationship’ at all, Kaveh thought, until later that night, when Alhaitham took the man to his room. 

After that, all that Kaveh heard was the rustling of clothes and kisses through the thin walls, and the man moaning Alhaitham’s name over and over again. Kaveh should’ve just plugged his ears, but he felt paralyzed, unable to move a single muscle until he realized he was gripping tightly onto the sheets. He whispered curses when he felt a twitch in his groin, it was extremely annoying to get hard at Alhaitham’s grunts. 

Aside from the frustration he also felt, perverted. It was wrong , slipping his hand inside his boxers was wrong, imagining his own self under Alhaitham was wrong, lusting over something that he wasn’t even meant to hear was so wrong. But, that didn’t stop him. He laid down, playing with himself to the melody of his roommate’s soft moans and words of praise. 

It was so unattainable, what that man was achieving. It was so out of touch for someone like Kaveh. What he felt wasn’t jealousy, but it was certainly something. After the two settled down, Kaveh also felt his eyelids get heavy once again. He rid himself of the overwhelming thoughts and drifted off to sleep. Luckily, the house was empty in the morning. All that remained was a note with beautiful handwriting that Alhaitham slipped through the door, probably before leaving for work. 

“Hope you had a safe trip back. I’ll be away until tomorrow. Please do not leave the window open again. H.”

Kaveh sighed. He went to drop off the plans and apologize for missing the trip. Since he was going to have the house all to himself, he decided to hit the tavern and hopefully find someone to spend the night with. He desperately needed to shake off Alhaitham’s voice from his ears, but it seemed impossible. Instead of taking an interest in newcomers, he spent the entire night drinking and thinking of his roommate. 

Kaveh barely made it through the rest of the week, bickering with Alhaitham as usual but having his mind drift off to lewd fantasies of him whenever he was unoccupied was exhausting and confusing. So he really wasn’t lying when he told Alhaitham that he couldn’t get laid, Kaveh had just conveniently left out the part that Alhaitham was the reason for that, and the only cure for his debilitating condition. 

“I—don’t know. Do something, Haytham.”

“I take care of your drunk ass every night, you do something for once.” 

“Fine, but don’t enjoy it too much.”

Kaveh lowered himself to his knees and reached to undo the scribe’s pants. “I don’t think I will.” Alhaitham chuckled. 

“Stop being mean or I’ll bite.”

“It’d be the last time you ever bite anything, Kaveh.” 

Kaveh couldn’t help but laugh as he slipped away his roommate’s underwear. “Damn, pretty.” he remarked out loud accidentally. It really was decent, Kaveh couldn’t help but imagine it inside himself, the thought lit a spark in his groin. “It’s a dick?” Alhaitham said, bewildered by Kaveh’s comment. 

“So, I’m not allowed to find it pretty?”

“Why don't you suck it so I can have some peace and quiet?”

Kaveh huffed and looked up at him daringly. Not fighting back was taking everything he had, but for once, Kaveh had the chance to actually impress Alhaitham. When it came to housework, the scribe would always complain that he didn’t do things properly, and when he acclaimed Kaveh's work as an architect, well, that wasn’t really a personal thing. So, he decided to revel in the opportunity. He tied up his hair neatly and leaned forward, holding onto Alhaitham’s waist with both of his hands. 

Kaveh first left a trail of kisses all over his thighs, grazing his teeth over the sensitive skin. Alhaitham twitched at the sensation as the blonde’s mouth moved up to his groin. He dragged his tongue around the scribe’s cock hungrily, being rewarded with light moans. Kaveh sucked on the tip, looking up shamelessly before sliding his mouth all the way down. 

He was bobbing his head up and down and altering the way he sucked and released with such precision that Alhaitham felt like he could orgasm at any moment if he wanted to. “Not bad.” he mumbled, it was an understatement but was necessary to humble Kaveh. 

But he was persistent, he supported his movements by placing one hand around Alhaitham’s base, timing them in a way that he knew would drive his roommate insane. Curses spilled out of Alhaitham as he yanked on Kaveh’s ponytail and pulled him up by the waist. 

“Hey! I wasn’t done.” the blonde objected, but he still wrapped his arms around his roommate’s neck regardless. Alhaitham freed his hair from the pin and pressed a kiss onto his neck, “Well, I want you here, on my lap.”

Kaveh felt his heart skip a beat, Alhaitham stripped him slowly while peppering kisses all over his upper body. He shivered once he was fully naked on the scribe’s lap, the erection rubbing against his entrance already.

Alhaitham took such good care of him, massaging his thighs, playing with his hardened nipples and leaving bite marks all over his sensitive skin. Kaveh held onto his roommate’s shoulders for support, he felt like a ball of yarn at the mercy of a cat’s paws, he had no choice but to unravel. 

Alhaitham slipped two fingers in Kaveh’s mouth, watching the blonde carefully as he sloppily lubricated them, eager to move on. Kaveh was already grinding back and forth, he couldn’t help it, just as he couldn’t help tilting his head back and moaning Alhaitham’s name as he quivered for his touch. 

Alhaitham took out his fingers and circled them around Kaveh’s hole. Though they had been in this position for some time, Kaveh leaned in for the first time to kiss his roommate on the lips. Alhaitham passionately responded, intruding Kaveh’s mouth with his tongue and his hole with his fingers. 

The blonde sank even deeper on his lap, grinding onto the digits with excitement. His moans escaped into Alhaitham’s mouth, hot breath hovering over the scribe’s face. Alhaitham pulled away and lifted his lips to line up with his entrance, Kaveh took a deep breath before pushing all the way down, all in one go with a low groan. 

Alhaitham hissed, the warmth came so suddenly, and Kaveh’s walls sucked him up with no hesitation or delay, it was impressive, how he took it with such ease and the way fit him perfectly. “So good, Kaveh.” Alhaitham purred in his ear while playing with his nipples. The blonde stuttered and then decided not to speak at all. Instead, he slid back and forth, up and down in circular motions, fucking himself on Alhaitham’s cock as he kept pampering him. 

“L—let’s go inside.” Kaveh offered. Alhaitham carried him to his bedroom without pulling out, with every step he took the blonde gently hopped up on his lap. The scribe entered and immediately slammed Kaveh on the wall, he cried out from the overwhelming sensations, the cold surface against his back, the sharp momentary pain that stabbed his hips, and the way Alhaitham reached so far up his hole with the force of the impact. He was thrusting somewhere so deep that Kaveh didn’t even know such a place existed. 

“Thrown around, you said, right? Does this suffice?

Alhaitham pushed him even further, instead of letting Kaveh slip back, he held his hips and drew them in, maintaining the depth that made Kaveh’s eyes widen with every thrust. “I don’t know about making you forget your own name but I’ll make sure you at least won’t be able to speak it.” Alhaitham cooed in his ear. Kaveh was already far gone, drool spilled from his lips over to his roommate’s chest, he was gasping for air, breathing out incoherent words. 

Alhaitham kept holding him close, Kaveh didn’t deserve anything short of being filled up to the brim. Though, after a few more thrusts, he felt warm liquid seep out of Kaveh’s tip and pulled away, leaving only an understimulating portion inside. Instinctively, the blonde tried to wrap his fingers around his cock but Alhaitham swiftly pinned both of his wrists above his head with a single move. Kaveh winced at the distress, he struggled to free his hands and whined, “Stop it, Haytham, you’re—ruining it.” 

Alhaitham smirked, “Oh, am I?” The rest of Kaveh’s load leaked out pathetically as he begged the scribe to help him out. Alhaitham didn’t seem to care, he watched the blonde ride it out with a cruel and merciless smile. “Put me down.” Kaveh spat out angrily. 

Alhaitham stepped away and released his grip on his wrists and hip. Kaveh hadn’t accounted for the fact that his legs were on the edge of giving out, with Alhaitham gone he collapsed on the floor, his knees knocking up against the harsh, wooden surface. Alhaitham grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled it back roughly so Kaveh would look up at him. 

“I’ll give you a proper one, Kaveh. I promise.” His words were comforting but the playful look on his face surely wasn’t. Regardless, Kaveh was hitting a point where all the pain started to feel right. His aching back, knees and hips, his abused hole that was already yearning for more, and now the stinging feeling at the base of his scalp. It had become so pleasurable, so delicious as it pumped adrenaline through Kaveh’s veins. 

Alhaitham was just as he expected, selfish and impudent, disregarding the amount of agony he was putting Kaveh through and discourteously ruining his high while feeling zero remorse. The more Kaveh realized it, the more he was drawn to the scribe. He stuck out his tongue, leaving a wet trail from Alhaitham’s base all the way up to his tip. He encased his cock inside his lips, this time much more gently, grazing the tip against the insides of his cheeks. 

Alhaitham had expected him to make a bigger fuss before settling into submission again. “I didn’t know you could behave so well.” he gave a backhanded compliment that made Kaveh’s brows furrow and pushed his head away. The blonde’s whines stayed muffle on his throat when the scribe picked him up and laid him on the bed. 

Kaveh relaxed onto the mattress, finally resting on a soft surface. Alhaitham sat between his legs, but the sight suddenly stunned him. He had seen Kaveh almost everyday for the past two years, and in almost every conceivable scenario. Exhausted and alert, sober and drunk out of his mind, snorting from laughter and sobbing uncontrollably. But this was a new entry, unregistered. Laying down on the bed with bruised knees and a sheer coat of sweat, eager to have Alhaitham take care of him. His golden locks scattered over the pillow and his cheeks tinted pink.

He looked absolutely breathtaking, and Alhaitham realized that he never stared at him for this long. The most he would do was take stolen, quick glances from his book when Kaveh would fall asleep on the couch. Not that he was going to wake up, but secretly Alhaitham was scared of seeing something, he didn’t even know what that “something” was, but now it was clear to him. Kaveh was beautiful, ethereal. Slithering over him lustfully, it wasn’t like anything Alhaitham had ever seen before. 

You’re as emotional as a Scarab, Haytham. 

“I know, I’m pretty.” Kaveh snapped him out of his thoughts, Alhaitham had lost track of time, he scoffed with a dramatic eye-roll, “And a shallow idiot.”

“Well you almost came inside that idiot two times so that makes you even more shallow.”

“What?”

“You edged twice, didn’t you?”

“How do you know that?”

“Well I felt it.”

Alhaitham chuckled, he was awfully good at hiding every physical cue, it was interesting, Kaveh was oblivious to his mastery during daily life, but apparently he was immune to the deception when it came to being intimate. 

“How is it that a field expert like you can't find someone?” Alhaitham quipped as he leaned forward and slid inside. 

“I—fuck—don’t know. It’s been like that for the past week.”

“No luck yesterday either?”

“Uhh…not really. I sat at the tavern but no one even bought me a drink.”

“I would. If you were there.”

“Sorry?” Kaveh was flushed, his legs wrapped around the scribe’s waist went numb for a moment, his mind was at a blank as well. 

“I was at the tavern yesterday, doing corrections. Almost all night.” Alhaitham seemed very calm, he was sliding in and out with a relaxed pace, watching Kaveh slowly lose composure and fall apart. It truly was a terrible time for his roommate to come up with an excuse or a lie, and that was why Alhaitham had brought it up right then and there. 

Kaveh felt like an ice cube slowly melting away into a puddle, for a brief moment it actually seemed pretty ideal to disappear so he didn’t have to deal with the situation. Luckily, Alhaitham didn’t expect an explanation, he picked up the pace, eliciting deep moans off of the blonde’s lips. Kaveh was already feeling close again, still longing for a satisfactory relief unlike his last.  

“Your cute little ploy is very amusing but the next time you want me, just say so.” Alhaitham mewled as he nibbled on the blonde’s neck. “Shut up, it wasn’t a—Ah!--ploy.” Kaveh opposed. The scribe chuckled, he brushed against his roommate’s prostate to work him out even more, Kaveh gasped, it was becoming harder and harder to defend himself. 

“You were here last week, weren’t you?” Alhaitham asked. He lifted Kaveh’s hips with a slight angle and pressed down on his groin. The blonde whimpered, the unexpected pressure was making him even more sensitive as more blood rushed to his lower body. 

“I thought a bright man such as yourself would at least think to hide away his shoes.” Alhaitham continued. He was shamelessly badgering Kaveh, enjoying the sight as he squirmed and tried to cover his blushing face with his hands.

“Ah, I see. You’re not embarrassed because you heard it, you’re embarrassed because you liked it.” 

“Please—” Kaveh pleaded.

“You laid here and fucked yourself like a freak, didn’t you?” 

Kaveh was living through an insane thrill, he was desperate against Alhaitham’s claims, they were terribly accurate, as if the scribe could read his mind. Hearing Alhaitham belittle him usually annoyed Kaveh, but in the heat of the moment he felt euphoric, an overload of emotions as his body fluctuated between shame and pleasure. 

Alhaitham’s eyes had darkened, an evil grin was sculpted on his face. He wrapped his fingers around Kaveh’s dick and slid his hand up and down. “Didn’t you?” he repeated the question, not that it needed an answer, but hearing Kaveh admit to his degeneracy would simply be delicious. 

Tears pooled around Kaveh’s eyes as he struggled to talk, “I hate—” but before the blonde could say “you”, he released so intensely that his vision went dark for a second. Ropes of cum shot out in between them as his body spasmed and released.