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Kaveh’s heart dropped as he looked to his side to see the caller ID on the phone. His boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend? He wasn’t sure, but it didn’t matter because guilt engulfed him regardless. What he was doing right as the phone chimed in his ear constituted cheating, and no feeling good would ever justify that.
To make matters worse, he was cheating with the one person he promised wasn’t going to be a problem not even 30 minutes prior.
He let the phone ring, waiting for it to switch to voicemail.
“Pick it up,” Alhaitham said.
Status: Completed (2,610 words)
“This is a public space.” Alhaitham’s voice resounded from behind Kaveh, the blond parting his lips from his boyfriend’s to acknowledge the looming presence behind them. He wasn’t exactly mourning that their kiss had been interrupted, but his usual resentment towards Alhaitham was perfectly sufficient at closing any gaps.
“This is an entryway, and I know for a fact you have nowhere to be.” Kaveh rolled his eyes without looking behind him. He wasn’t willing to give Alhaitham the attention he was trying to draw to himself. “Go away,” Kaveh warned.
A pregnant pause passed between the three men until Kaveh spun his head with a discontent glare meant for his roommate, who gave him a shrug before leaving.
“Do you really have to stay with this guy?” Kaveh turned back to the man who had just spent minutes practically eating his face. “I’m not comfortable with you living with him.”
Kaveh suppressed a groan. He was used to these insecurities, but that made him no more willing to deal with them.
He understood. His living situation was confusing and given how much he complains about Alhaitham, it made sense to question it. But he hadn’t been dating this guy long enough for him to be in a position to make demands about who Kaveh chose to share a home with. It wasn’t like he had much choice anyway.
“There isn’t an alternative, and at the very least I can depend on Alhaitham not doing anything funny,” Kaveh sighed. It was a sad reality; he couldn’t afford a place of his own and the city was filled with weirdos. He shouldn’t shack up with a stranger unless he intended to be found dead in someone’s basement.
Alhaitham drove him insane, but he had known him for years. At the end of the day, Kaveh knew that they’d be there for each other. He could rely on Alhaitham for better and worse.
“How about living with me?” The man in front of him asked hesitantly. It was a ridiculous idea and he was probably aware of it himself. “It makes no sense for you to live with someone you despise when you can live with someone you love.”
‘Presumptuous.’ Kaveh bit back the words. He never even as much as implied that his feelings were that deep. He had enjoyed his time with his boyfriend, but to say they had reached that level of commitment? No. When Kaveh thought of love, a different face would appear at the forefront of his mind. But neither his lack of feelings for one nor his suppressed feelings for the other were issues he was willing to address.
“It’s a nice offer,” Kaveh began, a polite smile sat on his lips as he tried to find the words to make the rejection as painless as possible, “but to live with someone I’m dating so early on? I can live with Alhaitham because it’s meaningless.” ‘A lie.’ Kaveh pushed away the intrusive thought as quickly as it came.
“You shouldn’t put your faith in him so easily.” Something about his boyfriend’s demeanourdemeanor changed. His tone felt hostile, and his stance aggressive. “He is clearly interested in you.”
“Even if he is, the fact that he hasn’t acted on it goes to show that I can trust him.” Kaveh did not like the implication that Alhaitham had bad intentions. It was rude, and the guy hardly even knew him. Only Kaveh was permitted to say such things about Alhaitham.
His boyfriend closed in on Kaveh, gripping his arms tightly and making him flinch. “You’re being naive!”
“And you’re being insecure!” Kaveh yanked himself free, separating them. “Which is no excuse for mistreating me.”
The man opened his mouth again, but this time Kaveh cut him off before he could say anything. “You should leave.”
For a split second it seemed that he would. He had the doorknob in his hand beforehandbefore turning back to Kaveh and shouting. “Insecure?!”
Kaveh groaned, rolling his eyes as he prepared himself mentally for what was coming.
“Anyone can see that there’s something going on between you two!”
“And I assure you that there isn’t. It’s one thing to distrust Alhaitham, but what did I do to earn your suspicions?”
“You’re an easy guy, living with a good-looking man who has a thing for you.”
“What did you just call me?” It was undeserved. Kaveh wasn’t quick to jump into bed with this guy nor does he know anything about any potential encounters Kaveh might have had previously. It was a bold assumption to make.
“You know what, I’m leaving. I’ll call you when you’ve calmed down,” the man said, noticing Kaveh wasn’t going to back down.
“Honestly?” Kaveh took the door in his hand, “Don’t bother.” He slammed the door shut and stomped back into the house. He walked past Alhaitham, who pretended he hadn’t just heard the entire exchange. The roommate looked away innocently as Kaveh made his way into his bedroom.
Kaveh dropped onto his bed and screamed into his pillow, letting out all frustration. ‘What a dick.’ He should raise his standards. To imagine that a jackass like that managed to sway him into dating him.
He flipped onto his back and was met with the subject of his fight standing by the door. Alhaitham’s arms were crossed and he sported a self-satisfied and smug grin on his face.
“Shut up,” Kaveh groaned.
“I have yet to say anything.”
“Yet.”
“I’ll keep quiet then.” Alhaitham closed the gap between himself and the bed, and climbed over Kaveh. The blond sucked in a breath. He remained still, waiting to see what Alhaitham was doing.
Abruptly Alhaitham pulled him by the legs, pressing him flush against his crotch. He placed his hand on Kaveh’s face, squeezing his mouth open from the sides to allow himself full access. His tongue darted in, and Kaveh unabashedly went along with it. He’d already forgotten about his boyfriend. Or was it his ex-boyfriend by now? He wasn’t sure.
He didn’t care.
Alhaitham snapped the buttons on Kaveh’s blouse apart, and while Kaveh would be upset about the way his clothes were treated by his roommate, he couldn’t think of anything when the man’s tongue continued to explore his mouth.
The kiss was gentle, contrary to how roughly Alhaitham was holding onto him. It made Kaveh’s head spin with the hope for something deeper to whatever was going on.
Desperate for air they separated. Neither of them dared to speak, fearful of ending the moment.
Alhaitham grinned and lifted himself back up. He placed his hands over Kaveh’s pants and looked at him for permission. Kaveh nodded, and quickly his consent turned into Alhaitham removing his clothes, exposing his bare body to him.
“Cute,” Alhaitham said, staring at Kaveh’s leaking cock. The comment should have infuriated Kaveh. He was clearly being teased, yet he flushed under the intense gaze.
Alhaitham drank in the sight of the body beneath him. He glanced down Kaveh’s frame, between the parted blouse that did nothing to hide the hardened pink nipples underneath.
He lowered his eyes and Kaveh shyly pushed together his legs to hide his dripping wet cock as if it wasn’t screaming for attention on his abdomen. With ease Alhaitham hoisted Kaveh up by his waist, lining up his entrance with his mouth.
Kaveh yelped, but the sound quickly turned into needy moans as he felt the wet sensation of Alhaitham’s tongue pressing against the tight muscle of his hole.
Alhaitham’s tongue pressed inside him, soon joined by fingers to help with opening him up. He was impatient, yet seemingly still considerate enough to prepare Kaveh. Regardless, it didn’t take long for Alhaitham to drop Kaveh’s hips back onto the bed.
He wanted to do a lot to the blond; he wanted to take him apart bit by bit until Kaveh was nothing but a babbling mess. Waiting out this boyfriend had taken up much of his patience.
Alhaitham pulled himself out of his trousers and lined the tip of his cock up with Kaveh’s wet and stretched out hole. He paused, and once again looked at Kaveh for permission, only to be met with an eager nod.
A wry grin crept up Alhaitham’s face. “Needy.”
The taunt earned Alhaitham what was no better than an attempt from Kaveh kicking at his face. Feeling spiteful, Alhaitham decided to push into the agitated blond without warning. The lighthearted moment was interrupted by a sharp inhale, and Kaveh gritting his teeth at the sudden stretch.
“Slowly, please,” Kaveh pleaded. He didn’t want to give Alhaitham the satisfaction of knowing that he was significantly bigger than his shitty boyfriend he had just shut the door on, even if it was evident from how tight he felt around him.
Alhaitham pushed in until he fully disappeared inside Kaveh, their bodies pressed flush together. They stared at each other with unspoken fondness, not moving until one of them was to encourage the other, or rather that was the intent.
Kaveh’s phone rang beside them, breaking them away from their little moment.
Still filled to the brim by Alhaitham’s cock, Kaveh’s heart dropped as he looked to his side to see the caller ID on the phone. His boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend? He wasn’t sure, but it didn’t matter because guilt engulfed him regardless. What he was doing right as the phone chimed in his ear constituted cheating, and no feeling good would ever justify that.
To make matters worse, he was cheating with the one person he promised wasn’t going to be a problem not even 30 minutes prior.
He let the phone ring, waiting for it to switch to voicemail.
“Pick it up,” Alhaitham said.
“No?!” Kaveh screeched out in shock. He wasn’t about to pick up the phone with Alhaitham balls deep inside him. Alhaitham couldn’t be trusted not to pull some shit, and Kaveh couldn’t trust himself to hold back his voice if his roommate did decide to continue fucking him while on the phone.
Alhaitham angled himself slightly and slammed back into Kaveh, hitting his prostate in the process. Kaveh’s body tensed around Alhaitham’s cock, enough to distract him from the phone that Alhaitham had picked up.
“Hello?” A faint voice came from the phone’s speaker.
Kaveh sucked in a sharp breath, realising he had to do this. “I’m sorry—“ he began to speak, but immediately needed to choke back a sob as Alhaitham decided to increase the pace, dead set on drawing out as much sound from Kaveh as possible. “I can’t talk right now.”
“You sound strained, are you ok?”
“Feeling—ah.” Alhaitham pulled Kaveh’s head to the side by his hair, exposing his neck to his lips. “S-sick!” Kaveh stammered out, holding back his moans as Alhaitham trailed his tongue down the sensitive skin of his neck. He bit down on his lips, scared that if he opened his mouth again all that would spill out would be the desperate sounds in response to Alhaitham fucking him.
“I’ll come back, I can take care of you.” Kaveh’s heart dropped. Despite his insecurities, he wasn’t exactly the worst person. Even as Kaveh was being fucked by his roommate, his boyfriend was willing to take care of him. Granted, he had no idea what Kaveh was really doing, but still.
Kaveh prayed for the call to end. He wanted to spare the man’s feelings, but knew it was a long shot.
“No,” Kaveh replied, tears in his eyes as the cock inside him plunged in and out. “It’s—hng—I’m ok!” He glared dragged at Alhaitham, who continued his unrelenting pace with a self satisfied grin.
Kaveh’s mind was close to going blank. Alhaitham’s every thrust managed to hit exactly right, and it was all too much. But it was when Alhaitham’s fingers wrapped around his cock and denied him his orgasm, that Kaveh snapped.
The world around him disappeared and all that was left to keep him grounded was Alhaitham.
“Well, if you’re sure,” the voice said hesitantly, but Kaveh was already turned out.
“We’re sure,” Alhaitham spoke up, “you’d just be interrupting.” He never cared to be quiet or to save the guy’s feelings. He disliked how he cut the conversation with Kaveh short the moment Kaveh bit back, and he hated how he made Kaveh out to be the emotional one out of the two when for once he was being rational.
He made it a point to create as much noise as possible, the phone call not yet ended and Alhaitham keen to show off just how he was making Kaveh feel. The echoes of skin slapping against bare skin made it through the phone, the other end silent in response.
Alhaitham made it a point to let himself be heard by both Kaveh and the man on the other side. Gruff groans resounded through the room as he chased down his own climax.
“Please,” Kaveh cried out.
Alhaitham glanced at the phone, a sly grin on his lips as he noted the call was still going. “Please what. What do you want?”
“I’m close, just please—“ Kaveh’s mind was a blur. He could only focus on how good Alhaitham felt inside of him, how well he fitted around him. “I need—“
“You need what?” Alhaitham taunted. “Use your words.” He wanted Kaveh to say it. That he needed Alhaitham, and not his useless boyfriend. He wanted the man on the other side of the line to hear it.
“Let me cum, please!” Kaveh yelled out frantically, his nails digging into Alhaitham’s arms while he moved his hips along with the man’s thrust desperately.
“Tell me,” Alhaitham said, eyes glued to the phone screen. “Do I fuck you better than him?”
“Who?” Kaveh was confused, having no idea who Alhaitham was even referring to.
“Do I fuck you better than your boyfriend?!” Alhaitham stopped entirely, waiting for Kaveh to answer him.
A whine spilled from Kaveh’s lips, as if there was nothing Alhaitham could have done to offend him more than to stop fucking into him. “Alhaitham, please,” he begged.
“Well?” Alhaitham insisted.
“He’s nothing compared to you,” Kaveh finally mumbled.
Something in Alhaitham snapped, and he resumed his unrelenting pace. “Going to fill you up. Claim you as mine.”
“Yours!” Kaveh wailed, oblivious to the man listening in.
Alhaitham released the hold he had on Kaveh’s length, and started to pump at it. Paired with a few sharp thrusts of his hips, he pushed the both of them over the edge. He spilled inside of Kaveh, painting his inner walls white.
Kaveh screamed out in delight, content with how full he felt. His own release splatters across his abdomen and into Alhaitham’s hand. A beat of silence finally passed between them, and the room filled itself with heavy breathes.
Alhaitham pulled out his cock from Kaveh’s abused hole, and he watched as his hard work spilled from it, down Kaveh’s trembling thighs.
He glanced back down at the phone, and after a few more seconds, the call ended.
Satisfied with bringing Kaveh’s relationship to a definitive end, he looked back at the man in question. Kaveh laid before him, covered in his own mess. White strands had spilled over his stomach and Alhaitham’s released continued to spill out of him. He trembled, twitching with aftershocks.
Alhaitham felt himself hardening at the sight, ready to indulge once more.
But he didn’t. He dropped down next to Kaveh and pulled him into his arms. “Saved you a break-up talk.” He planted a kiss onto Kaveh’s shoulder, who let out an annoyed whimper between heavy breaths.
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Alhaitham walked up the steps to the Grand Sage’s desk. Somehow someway, the job had landed on his shoulders, much to his chagrin. He had no interest, but the alpha reluctantly accepted the title of acting grand sage for the interim.
“So you’re here to replace the old man?” A sing-song voice chimed from above and Alhaitham looked up from the staircase to be met with a scantily dressed man sitting atop the grand sage’s chair. Ridiculous thing, Alhaitham mused. Far too big for any one person to use.
He ignored the omega glancing him up and down and walked up to the desk with disinterest. He’s heard the rumours; Azar kept an omega toy for him to fuck when bored of long meetings. That, or as some sick kind of powerplay towards the other sages. Alhaitham had always been grateful he didn’t have to transcribe the meetings where Azar apparently dicked down the omega he assumed was sitting before him.
“You’re in my seat,” Alhaitham deadpanned.
“So you are,” curious eyes met his own, “his replacement.”
Status: Completed (2,955 words)
Alhaitham walked up the steps to the Grand Sage’s desk. Somehow someway, the job had landed on his shoulders, much to his chagrin. He had no interest, but the alpha reluctantly accepted the title of acting grand sage for the interim.
“So you’re here to replace the old man?” A sing-song voice chimed from above and Alhaitham looked up from the staircase to be met with a scantily dressed man sitting atop the grand sage’s chair. Ridiculous thing, Alhaitham mused. Far too big for any one person to use.
He ignored the omega glancing him up and down and walked up to the desk with disinterest. He’s heard the rumours; Azar kept an omega toy for him to fuck when bored of long meetings. That, or as some sick kind of powerplay towards the other sages. Alhaitham had always been grateful he didn’t have to transcribe the meetings where Azar apparently dicked down the omega he assumed was sitting before him.
“You’re in my seat,” Alhaitham deadpanned.
“So you are,” curious eyes met his own, “his replacement.”
“Indeed,” Alhaitham said with continued disinterest, or at least he pretended to be. The omega was pretty, even he could admit that. Though something about his scent pulled him in, something he didn’t quite trust himself with.
“Not a man of many words then? That’s quite alright, Azar was far too noisy for his own good. Nothing quite as attractive as an old man grunting in your ear as he struggles to get his dick hard,” the omega said sarcastically, sticking his tongue out in disgust as he recalled the previous Grand Sage’s mannerisms in and mostly out of bed.
“I’m glad to see the new Grand Sage is of the younger variety.” His voice was awfully sweet, but he left the most important things unsaid, much to Alhaitham’s annoyance. He liked people to be clear, and he knew this omega did not care for the Grand Sage to be young. He cared for his new owner to be young and vigorous.
“Acting Grand Sage,” Alhaitham corrected the omega.
“Ah, so you only get to have me for a short time then?”
‘How arrogant.’ “Assuming I will even indulge?”
“Everyone does.”
Alhaitham cocked his brow, “So I’ve heard.” He walked around the desk and stood directly in front of the omega who had yet to divulge even his name. “I’ve heard of Azar’s favorite omega, laid across this very desk and fucked into during meetings I’ve not had the pleasure of attending.”
“So you have.” The arrogant smirk on the omega’s face faltered, but the thrill of meeting the alpha who had a right to claim him as his as long as they carried the title of Grand Sage excited him. He licked his lips in anticipation, hoping he could push this alpha to snap.
Alhaitham placed a gentle hand over the omega’s cheek, his thumb pulling at his chin lightly.
“Perhaps I’ve heard the desperate moans of the omega he’d take out of boredom. The chatter of the sage’s coming down the lift at how their leader would put on a display most indecent. For an old man, he sure had the stamina I’ve heard.” Alhaitham pulled his thumb down lower, parting the pretty wet lips without much resistance. “And old alpha who’d fail to breed an omega in front of so many, it’s pitiful don’t you think?”
The omega remained silent but leaned in just close enough to suck on the thumb resting on his bottom lip.
“I wonder how often those lips have wrapped around his cock. How often have you sat down neatly in between his legs as they discussed the Darshans, his cock out as he ignored you eagerly and desperately trying to please him? You must have tried so hard for him, I’m sure you’re a good omega.” The words barely left his mouth as the smallest of sounds escaped the omega’s throat in response. ‘Ah, so he does want to be good.’
“And no matter what, he’d ignore you.” The alpha retracted his thumb from the omega’s tongue, a little whine following but quickly shut down as two new fingers entered his mouth. “A waste if you ask me, pretty thing like you.”
The omega eagerly sucked on the fingers, as if to prove his own worth to the alpha in front of him; as if to prove that the previous Grand Sage was indeed the one at fault for failing to breed him full and round, and not his own lack of either allure or trying.
“Wouldn’t you like to prove yourself to me?” Alhaitham asked as he slid his fingers out. The omega nodded eagerly as words continued to fail him. “Then, show me.”
Careful and deft fingers pulled at the alpha’s pants, the omega trying to free Alhaitham’s erection without once breaking eye contact. There was a fire between them neither of them could explain. Their scents melded together in the room so perfectly, exciting them both further.
The omega had never cared much for Azar, or what he did to him. He knew what he was, a plaything to whoever held the highest rank in Sumeru. It was all he was and would ever be, and he’d accepted that this would be his fate until he’d aged enough to be cast aside. But this new alpha, this new Grand Sage, he was different.
He freed Alhaitham’s cock from its confines, gulping at how heavy it felt in his hands. He hesitated, looking back up at the alpha as if to ask permission to continue.
With a smirk, Alhaitham watched the omega who had been awfully arrogant not 5 minutes prior grow shy at what should have been a job he’d been accustomed to. “Did Azar truly ignore such a beautiful sight in favor of arguments and disagreements? I wonder if he knew what those pretty lips looked like wrapped around him,” Alhaitham hummed. “Perhaps not, rather, I wonder what they look like wrapped around me.”
It was all the permission the omega needed before slowly taking the alpha’s length into his mouth, sliding it down his throat carefully and patiently. He was easily bigger than Azar, and deep down he hoped more active of a participant than the old alpha was.
Before long his nose pushed against the coarse hair at the base of the Grand Sage’s cock. Tears pricked at the corner of his eyes as he failed to breathe around the alpha. Regardless, he held himself in place, to prove he was not a failure.
Alhaitham grinned, watching the omega tremble around him. He felt the poor thing’s nails dig into his hips, trying to find purchase, and Alhaitham decided to take him out of his misery. He dove his hands into the golden locks he’d been keen to mess up from the moment he laid eyes on the omega, and pulled him backwards roughly, off his cock.
Drool dripped down the omega’s chin, and the tears he’d been fighting to hold back flowed freely down his cheeks.
“Beautiful,” Alhaitham said truthfully, as there was no sight in the world more beautiful than the first stages of the ruination he’d bring upon this omega.
Without warning, he took his dick and pushed it against the omega’s mouth again. The omega opened his mouth without hesitation and took Alhaitham’s cock down his throat again. Both the alpha’s hands found purchase in the mess of thin braids and flowing hair again, only to push and pull the omega’s head on and off his cock near violently.
For a long few minutes, the room was quiet save for the noises of wet slapping of skin and gagging as Alhaitham fucked into the omega’s throat relentlessly. Giving into whatever the alpha was doing to him, the omega fell slack and did nothing more but accept whatever was given to him, relishing the burn in his throat as it happened.
His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and all he could think of was the strain of his own cock against the flimsy and soiled fabric. He wanted to touch himself so badly. He wanted the alpha to touch him so badly. He wanted something, anything, but despite it, he was pleased to be servicing such an involved alpha.
The sliding in and out of his throat began to grow erratic, and despite Azar’s lack of enthusiasm before, the omega knew what this meant. He closed his eyes to prepare for the alpha to release onto his face, unwilling to rub the man’s seed from anywhere but his cock, only for them to open wide in shock as he is once again pressed flush against the alpha’s stomach.
With a heavy grunt the alpha released into his throat, the omega quickly swallowing what he could while struggling to break free. He couldn’t take it all, and the alpha’s seed began to trickle around and down where his lips were sealed around his cock.
Alhaitham loosened his hold on his partner’s hair, and with a plop, the omega in turn pulled off Alhaitham’s cock. He gasped for air, trying to collect himself after the assault on his throat. Slowly his nails dragged down from where they were sunk into Alhaitham’s hips, the omega’s strength failing him.
“After years of being pent up from Azar’s poor performance, I can be assured you’ll be able to continue, correct?” Alhaitham asked with a teasing tone, seeing how positively wrecked the omega already was.
“Of course,” the omega replied with a hoarse voice. “I am to serve the Grand Sage after all.”
“Acting Grand Sage,” Alhaitham corrected again.
“I apologize. Acting Grand Sage.” A smirk played on the omega’s lips, and Alhaitham relished the challenge. Even after having his face fucked so roughly, he still had some arrogance to him. The alpha in him wanted to put him in his place and remind him of who was in charge, but he wondered what would happen if he let the omega do as he pleased. ‘Perhaps another time.’
Alhaitham pulled the omega up by his arm, throwing him over the desk. He stared at the lithe body as the omega instinctively raised his ass to present himself to the alpha. He was a sight to behold; his skin tainted only by the freckles the sun scattered across his body and his waist the perfect size to wrap his hands around when he fucked into him.
He traced a hand over the small of the omega’s back, infatuated with his beauty. Perhaps he should reconsider how temporary this position would be. Before he could stop himself, a growl rumbled in his chest. The idea that someone else would take this omega if he were to resign from this position provoked his possessive side.
No, this one would be his. Permanently.
He placed his head by the omega’s ear, giving him a command with a hushed voice. “Submit.”
The omega whined but bared his neck in submission immediately. His breath quickened from fear. Fear that this playful interaction, which was meant to be no more than teasing, would result in his permanent bond with an alpha whose name he did not know.
Alhaitham’s teeth scraped over the scent gland, the continued whines of the omega music to his ears. He wouldn’t mark him, at least not yet. All he needed was for his intentions to be clear. When this was all said and done, this omega was destined to be his and his alone.
He pulled the flimsy fabric down the omega’s ass, exposing excessive amounts of slick dripping down his legs. “All this from sucking my cock?” Alhaitham laughed, though in no mocking manner. He was genuinely impressed, if not pleased at how reactive the omega was.
“S-shut up,” the omega said, his voice wavering in embarrassment.
“You misunderstand,” Alhaitham said as he pushed his mouth to the omega’s hole, lapping up the slick greedily as if a sweet wine, leaving him drunk all the same. “I am pleased.”
The omega stayed quiet, but the rumbling sound in his chest betrayed him. The content purr of a happy omega could be heard clearly by both men present in the room, much to the alpha’s delight.
Without wasting another breath on senseless conversation, Alhaitham stood up. He mourned the loss of the taste of the sweet slick on his tongue, but he was all too eager to finally plunge himself deep into the omega’s warmth.
He lined himself up with the ring of muscle, the omega’s excitement lubricating it plenty for him to enter with ease; though he pushed in carefully, the tight hole stretching around his girth. The omega whined in protest, though more likely, in pleasure.
“You’re doing very well,” Alhaitham said, uncharacteristically gentle as he brushed his hand through the omega’s hair. “You’re taking me so well.”
A sob broke through gritted teeth, and the omega babbled incoherent pleas to the alpha.
“Sssh, you’re doing great, you’re almost there,” Alhaitham cood into the omega’s ear, cradling his face and pushing it to the side to allow him to press a chaste kiss to his lips.
Finally, Alhaitham bottomed out, their bodies pressed flush together, the omega’s back warm against his chest. “You feel wonderful around me. As if you were made for me.”
A pleased cry escaped the omega. ‘So eager to please me.’ Alhaitham chuckled to himself.
He slid out carefully, analyzing the short breaths he pulled from the omega as he retracted inch by agonizing inch. Oh, how he wanted to see this omega ruined. He put all his weight and strength into plowing back in, causing the omega to scream in delight.
‘What a beautiful sound.’
“I wonder, did Azar ever share you?” Alhaitham asked, and all the omega could do was shake his head violently. The alpha did not relent in the vicious pace he had set and continued to ask questions he knew the answers to already.
“Oh, but he did. He needed people to truly know what they missed out on.” He emphasized the words with rhythmic thrusts, searching for the most pleasurable spot within the omega. “He’d take you much like I am now, however, I’m sure not as well, and invite whichever Sage had appeased him most that day to use your mouth as he fucked into you simultaneously, am I wrong?”
The omega turned to look Alhaitham in the eye, an expression filled with resentment at the reminder of what he was made to do. He opened his mouth to reply, but all that fell from his lips were moans.
“Were the Sages any better than Azar?” Alhaitham asked, slowing down his pace to a near halt. “Did you enjoy being filled from both sides?”
“Please,” the omega pleaded, “don’t stop…”
“Well?”
“Alpha… please.”
“Answer.”
“Yes!” The omega all but howled as with his answer, Alhaitham plunged his cock back in deeply, finally finding the spot he’d been searching for. The omega shook as his climax took his body in a sudden chokehold. Ropes of white splattered across the table as his cock released despite being left untouched all this time.
Alhaitham however, was not done.
He continued to fuck the omega through his sensitive state, overstimulating him as he chased his own orgasm. Yet, Alhaitham wasn’t close, nor was he willing to end this all so soon.
The alpha pulled the shaking omega up and dropped them both onto the chair. The omega’s weight pushed him even further down onto the alpha’s cock, pained mewls filling the space around them.
“But none succeeded at breeding you,” Alhaitham said. He continued his ravaging by lifting the omega up by his waist, pushing him back down harshly. “And that is what you want is it not? To be bred by a fertile alpha?”
The omega keened, nodding desperately in agreement.
Alhaitham pulled him down onto his cock again, this time stopping only to press his hands over the omega’s belly for added emphasis to his words. “You already look so beautiful with my cock snug inside you.” He traced the outline of his length on the omega’s stomach, until he pushed against it, pulling sweet moans from his mate.
“I can’t wait until it’s my seed making you round, my knot keeping it in tight until it takes.” The base of Alhaitham’s cock had been swelling for some time already, but it wasn’t until he brought it up that he realized he’d been ready to plug the omega with it.
“Do you deserve to be bred?” Alhaitham asked, and once again the omega only nodded. “Use your words.” A small sob was all the omega gave, much to the alpha’s displeasure. He wanted to hear him beg for it, plead him for his knot.
“Please Alpha, breed me. I want your knot!” the omega wailed, and perhaps that had to be enough. Alhaitham sensed the omega would not admit to deserving proper treatment from the alpha, and rather than pressuring him to admit it, they could address that in the future. In their future.
With a few final sharp thrusts, Alhaitham pushed his knot past the tight rim of the omega’s hole, sealing them together as he released his seed deep within the omega’s womb. The omega cried out as the knot snapped into place, his own climax coming for him a second time that evening.
His body fell slack against the alpha’s, their skin shining with sweat, the both of them trying to catch their breaths.
“Kaveh,” the omega said unprompted.
“What’s that?” Alhaitham asked.
“My name,” the omega replied, turning to face Alhaitham with a mischievous smile on his lips, “you never asked.”
Kaveh pouts, an agitated puff coming from his nose as he fidgets on the center divan; he is sulking.
Alhaitham has been gone for a longer than usual time, without having specified when he’d return either. It’s a normal occurrence for the two, with one or both being gone for extended periods of time. Given the nature of his work, it’s usually Kaveh however who is gone most.
Alhaitham is away on Akademiya business and Kaveh has a hard time admitting to himself that he in fact, misses the scribe.
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Kaveh pouts, an agitated puff coming from his nose as he fidgets on the centre divan; he is sulking.
Alhaitham has been gone for a longer than usual time, without having specified when he’d return either. It’s a normal occurrence for the two, with one or both being gone for extended periods of time. Given the nature of his work, it’s usually Kaveh however who is gone most.
And Kaveh prefers it that way. If he is the one out working on a project, it’s his mind that stays occupied. It’s not like either of them is co-dependent, they manage perfectly fine without the other there. Sometimes they function better apart than together even. Yet when it’s Kaveh who stays behind, he gets restless.
Today everything feels just a little worse than usual. Putting Alhaitham’s absence out of his mind isn’t normally quite this difficult, yet neither the Akademiya calls for his presence nor does his own studio. When normally he’d find something to do to distract himself, today there’s no such thing and the silence that’s usually interrupted by the scratching of pages being turned periodically is ever so evident now.
Perhaps it’s because Alhaitham has been taking just a little bit longer to come home that has put Kaveh in such unease. While he despises the idea of admitting this to the scribe, he feels lonely, unable to squabble with him.
Abruptly he stands up, unwilling to allow that thought any more room to take root. He walks through the empty house, hoping to find anything to keep his mind off Alhaitham.
He comes to a halt in front of the doors leading to the bedrooms. He could enter his own, take a nap, and get some rest to pass the time. That would be the logical thing to do. Instead, he makes the counter-productive decision of entering Alhaitham’s room.
A light squeak resounds through the silence and Kaveh makes a mental note of fixing that later. He glances around the empty room, his gaze stopping on an item the scribe normally doesn’t go without, innocently lying on the bed.
With deft fingers, Kaveh traces the fabric of the recognizable and perhaps impractical cloak usually attached to Alhaitham. ‘Why is it here?’ Even in the desert, where it would be too hot to wear the thing, Alhaitham, for some unknown reason, still did. It’s hard to imagine a reason for leaving it behind at all, but Kaveh doesn’t find it within himself to dwell on it.
Without a second thought, he grabs the cloak and pulls it around himself. Once around him, he throws a panicked look around the room, as if scared of getting caught amidst committing a heinous crime. When he realizes that he is being silly, he lets out a breath of relief.
He looks down at the fabric that wraps around him with ease. His junior isn’t all that much taller than him, yet he drowns in the piece of clothing. Alhaitham is broader, but he never imagined his clothes would dwarf him this much. It makes sense, now that he thinks about it, having been engulfed by Alhaitham’s arms before.
Kaveh flushes at the thought, and retreats further into the cloak. He begins to mumble as he walks out of the room.
“Stupid. Impractical. Dumb thing.” Everything Alhaitham wears is kind of ridiculous, he decides then and there. But he knows that insulting the piece of clothing is really just him redirecting his annoyance. It’s easier than admitting the real reason behind it all; he misses Alhaitham.
He sits back down on the divan continuing to sulk. He grasps the cloak tighter, hugging it closer and closer to himself as he feels his eyes grow heavy. The comfort of Alhaitham’s warmth and scent around him lulls him to a peaceful sleep.
The air outside cools and night takes Sumeru, the streets filling with the lights from the various shops welcoming hungry patrons returning home. A quiet rustling of keys by the door announces the return of Alhaitham.
“Kaveh, I’ve brought food if you—“ He stops mid-sentence as his gaze moves over the divan. He’s met with the uncomfortable sight of Kaveh sprawled across it, clutching onto the cloak Alhaitham had left behind.
The scribe watches him quietly, not wanting to wake him up. He knows that if Kaveh were caught with the clothing so tightly in his hands as he slept, he’d never come home to this kind of scenario again.
A few small noises fall from Kaveh’s lips as he begins to stir. Alhaitham knows it’s time for him to make a soundless escape, the sounds being a signal Kaveh is beginning to wake. He walks back outside, this time loudly working his keys and the door, making it clear to Kaveh that he is about to enter. Making it clear to Kaveh that he needs to hide the evidence.
Kaveh shoots up, looking down at his hands, still firmly holding on to his junior’s cloak. Driven by pure adrenaline he rushes to Alhaitham’s room, putting the clothing back where he found it and leaving the room innocently.
“What were you doing in there?” Alhaitham questions, despite knowing exactly what is going on.
“Nothing,” Kaveh says perhaps a little too fast.
Alhaitham turns back around, hiding his smirk in the process. “I’ve brought food, let’s eat.”
Kaveh: Summoner / Scholar flex (RDM for prog sometimes)
Cyno: Reaper
Collei: Bard
Nilou: Dancer
They can't fill the last DPS slot so go with a pug every week, it's a disaster every time.
Tighnari does not care about raiding, but crafts their food/pots/gear
Dehya & Candance: High blue parsers
Alhaitham parses orange easily every time
Kaveh parses purple, trying really hard to parse orange. "Haitham, the only reason you parse orange is because it's significantly easier on healer than on DPS!"
Collei: Parses green and everyone is super proud of her because she started on grey.
Cyno: Parses low blue, not even that far off from Collei but still mentors her. Also has no idea how bard works.
Nilou: Parses green because Cyno isn't worth dancing but still a better option than Kaveh on SMN.
You pull you tank:
Alhaitham and Kaveh will argue about this. Alhaitham is of the opinion that people shouldn't complain so much. It's not the end of the world if someone else pulls and aggro is easy to get back for tanks.
🪶 : "Let everyone go at their own pace!"
🌱 : "They're level 90, they should know their class by now."
🪶 : "What if they're anxious? Just let them pull single groups."
🌱 : "It's easier to pull double groups since you're not splitting everyone's cooldowns as much."
🪶 : "If you don't like it, just queue up with trusts next time and you can go at your own pace."
🌱 : "Logically, shouldn't slow players be the ones to queue up with trusts? Trusts do single packs, which is what they want. Other players are capable of double packs. It makes no sense for me to queue up to what they ultimately want as an experience."
🪶 : "You! Just play with friends then if you want it to go your way so badly!"
🌱 : "You're the one who needed a healer for your queue in the first place, I've already capped for the week."
🪶 : "Not all of us can cap our tomes on the first day."
🌱 : "That's no excuse to leave it till the last day either."
Raiding guides:
Collei: Links a MrHappy guide for a raid mechanic they're stuck on.
Alhaitham: Goes on a 10 minute rant about how MrHappy's guides are bad and how literally anyone else would be better to learn from.
Everyone: Starts to chastise Alhaitham for being mean to Collei.
Collei: It's ok, Alhaitham knows these things really well! Just wanted to help.
They use the MrHappy guide because Alhaitham felt bad for shooting down Collei's attempt to help.
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With Kaveh's hangout now fully confirming that his mother's name is Faranak, my friend Saqi mentioned that it's likely that his father's name was Abtin.
Both Kaveh and Faranak are characters mentioned in Shahnameh (The Book of Kings). Kaveh is based on Kaveh the Blacksmith, while Faranak is the mother of Fereydun, who revolted against the tyrannical king, Zahāk alongside Kaveh.
Faranak was married to Abtin, and although they are not the parents of Kaveh the blacksmith, the inspiration most likely comes from there.
“—In addition to the Mora owed, and being provided with housing, I’ll also pay off your outstanding debts.”
That sounds far too good to be true. Kaveh frowns. “All this, for a painting? What’s the catch?”
“On top of the portrait I’ve commissioned…” Alhaitham pauses, “Well, I want you to pretend to be my mate.”