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It doesn’t take much for them to tumble into bed together nowadays. How did they get here again?
It’s 2AM, for Archon’s sake. They’re fucking like rabbits on the living room couch in the Kaveh used to sleep on before he’d gained the privilege to sleep in Alhaitham’s bed. One thing was certain; if the Kaveh from a year ago could see where he was now, he’d probably call himself crazy for essentially running dick first into uncharted territory.
Kaveh can't remember what argument led to the heated clapping of skin this time. It got lost somewhere between him coming back home late drunk and dazed, and Alhaitham catching him red-handed. Why had Alhaitham still been awake so late? Casual avoidance. He said he’d change all the locks on the doors if Kaveh kept dragging his feet in past midnight, instead of answering. Funny guy. Would that really change anything?
He’s wide awake now.
“Haitham,” He mouths hotly over the scribe’s ear, a playful song. The bickering was all foreplay and they both knew it. “I think you were waiting for me to get home. You were, weren’t you?”
There’s a tinge of desperation to their touching tonight. It’s warmer than usual outside, and Kaveh wants to lick up all the sweat gathering at the scribe's hairline, his tailbone.
The sound of his hips smacking against Haitham’s butt is so obscene he wonders how much the neighbors overhear.
Kaveh likes it like this—his sweaty chest pressed against the younger’s firm back, pressing him down on whatever horizontal surface, hips jackhammering into his tight ass. It feels like Alhaitham can’t escape. Like he doesn’t really want to.
The arch of Alhaitham’s back keens as Kaveh grinds the head of his cock into his prostate. And those hips shake as the attack keeps coming, so encouraging. His butt presses back on Kaveh’s front in a way that’s so greedy, it tells the story his mouth won’t.
And still; Haitham is the only person in the world who could look so dignified with his face pressed against the couch and his ass getting drilled. Dignified and yet whoreish..
“You talk too fucking much,” The scribe is such a sly talker. His mouth has gone slack with all of Kaveh’s effort anyhow. “Mmmh.. You smell like a drunk every time you open your mouth.”
But his hole squeezes around the base of his erection on the pullout, like he denies Kaveh permission to even think of putting his cock anywhere else, and Kaveh falls apart. His eyes roll back into his head as he complies and slams back into the tender welcoming heat, grinding inside until his heavy balls are pressed flush against those reddened cheeks.
“Haitham,” He moans, leaning his damp forehead against the junior’s neck. “Haitham. You’ll be the death of me. Your hole is so tight and hungry for me, I can’t even fucking pull out. You need it so bad, don’t you?”
Alhaitham doesn’t even tell him to shut up, burning face swaying into the cushion as he pants. He digs his fingernails into Kaveh’s wrists on the couch. Crazy bastard, he must be thinking. Without his usual headset on, his sensitive ears always look so red to Kaveh.
“I’ll give it to you,” He promises heatedly, flattening his tongue against his salty neck. He drags it up until he’s sucking on that sensitive red earlobe. “I’m gonna give it to you so good.”
He reaches under Alhaitham to fondle his chest, hands sliding up the ridges of his abdomen to cup his breasts. He pinches those rosy nipples in between his fingers, rolling them around, Alhaitham’s hole flutters and squeezes around his throbbing length appreciatively. Kaveh groans, dizzy. Fuck.
“Wait,“ Alhaitham suddenly says, and he turns to look back at Kaveh as if seized by a sudden thought. He’s serious even though his flushed face is cloudy with lust.
Kaveh’s hips can’t stop grinding inside, his dick maddeningly hard at this point, so Alhaitham reaches back to smack him in the stomach. He looks back with a prickly scowl and Kaveh makes an exasperated face. “What?”
He leans over the scribe’s clammy shoulder to look down and see that the younger is holding the base of his own leaking cock with a shaky hand. Alhaitham must’ve been getting close this whole time, but he’d been so stubbornly close-mouthed about it.
Kaveh smiles the most annoying smile.
“Aww~ you don’t wanna cum? You wanna make it last?” He squeezes the scribe’s hips, rubbing his left cheek against Haitham’s right. Cute, rather cute.
The look Alhaitham sends him could kill a man.
“We’re not going to make a mess of the couch,” The silver haired scribe says matter of factly, even with his splotchy face.
“It wouldn’t be the first time,” Kaveh says, huffing. The amount of times this couch had seen their unspeakable acts of lust couldn’t even be counted on both his hands. Why did they have to talk about furniture in the middle of sex?
“It’s extremely hard to get stains out of this furniture, and I will not be the one cleaning this if you make a mess. It’s happened too many times. I’d rather cum on you since you’re already dirty from being outside all night.” Alhaitham shakes his head. He might as well get out a notepad and start delegating chores. Kaveh wouldn’t put it past him. But the younger starts pushing back on Kaveh’s length, small rolling thrusts just to pleasure himself.
Alhaitham is way too conversational to be taking dick. But truthfully, it’s sexy anyways.
Perhaps Kaveh should be mad about the implications that he would be the one cleaning the couch, but the visual alone is maddeningly erotic that Kaveh isn’t able to think of Future Kaveh’s suffering. He can’t help but eye the way Alhaitham’s pink hole is swallowing up his heavy cock, the way his perky cheeks had red indents on them from the constant smacking of Kaveh’s thrusts.
He felt drunk on something other than wine. Kaveh guides the scribe’s hips back on him and buries himself inside his roommate’s ass with a wet squelch.
“That might be more of a you problem, Haitham. I know where I’m cumming. I'm not spilling a single drop.”
Alhaitham scoffs, glancing back. The hot flush on his cheeks tells him he’s not opposed in the least.
Kaveh’s dick twitches inside of him with promise, leaking generously from the tip. A scoff from Alhaitham is like encouragement, really. If he didn’t want to be creampied he’d just say it.
Kaveh presses his cockhead against the scribe’s sensitive spot and works up a slow grind rubbing on it, his own mouth falling open in a silent moan as he watches Alhaitham’s eyes slowly roll back. It’s hypnotizing, watching Alhaitham when he loses himself in pleasure, when that lofty mouth of his went slack with drool, when those smooth pale hips start rutting back and his head drops back down against the couch pillow.
“You see?” Kaveh keeps feeding him cock.
“Mmmh,” The scribe is unintelligible.
This is how it should be, he thinks. Him drilling Alhaitham’s hole open until he could no longer make those snippy veiled insults he loved using on Kaveh.
Ah, this was bliss. He only regrets that he didn’t make it here with Alhaitham sooner. He’d spent so much time getting worked up over their academic rivalry to realize their attraction was mutual, and it had been demanding his attention for years.
“I should’ve fucked you when we were at the Akademiya. I always wanted to…Who would’ve known you’d love my cock this much?” Kaveh says indulgently, sighing. “We could’ve been acquainted so much sooner.. I would’ve split you open on the podium in the debate hall.”
He sees flashes of his days at the Akademiya, memories of the first few encounters he had with Alhaitham. Quick glances in shadowed corridors. He doesn’t even realize his roommate has paused underneath him, turning to look at him again.
“Is that true?”
“What?”
Kaveh is taken by surprise as he’s abruptly pushed back to a sitting position on the couch, and his dick suddenly pops out of the tight warmth with a sticky sound. Startled, he looks up at Alhaitham in surprise only to find his junior is moving to straddle his lap now. The scribe lets his slathered cock smack against his butt cheek, but he keeps his eyes trained on Kaveh’s flushed face, studying his reaction as if riveted.
“I…I mean. Yeah, it’s true.” Kaveh admits, rubbing a clammy hand over his forehead. He doesn’t know why he brought up school days.
Alhaitham looks so bright-eyed it’s unexpected. It’s the same face he has when he discovers a new ancient textbook he wants to acquire, except Kaveh is already in the palm of his hand. Maybe he always was.
“Tell me more about how you felt at the Akademiya.” He lays his palms on Kaveh’s shoulders. He says this the exact moment before he sinks down on Kaveh’s hard cock all the way to his root, the trimmed wiry hair at the base tickling him.
“Fuck!”
Kaveh’s dick feels like it could nearly explode at the sensation of his tight insides parting to swallow him up, so slick and buttery it sounded obscene. His balls are pressed flush against his junior’s plump ass. Kaveh’s mind short circuits at how good it feels, hands automatically coming up to clutch at Alhaitham’s waist. He lets out a punched out whine, rutting upwards.
“Kaveh, speak,” Alhaitham says, and it’s more like a command. How could Haitham expect to have a conversation right now? He felt like the scribe was going to hold this over his head later.
It takes a moment for the stars to clear from his vision. Don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum. What was he talking about again?
“I… I wanted to fuck you so bad in the Inter Darshan debates,” Kaveh pants, head falling back on the couch as Alhaitham bounces on his cock. He’s painfully stiff, and this position takes him inside that blissful heat so much deeper on every bounce. He’s in Alhaitham’s stomach, he realizes, watching the indent of his cock press inside him. “Heavens, you’re so sexy.” He mumbles under his breath.
“Was it because I beat you in the debate?” Alhaitham says breathlessly, working his hips down onto Kaveh’s lap, trying to get the crown of his cock to rub up on where he’d aimed it earlier. It was a real sight to see.
Kaveh bites his lip, unable to focus. Alhaitham’s clenching was relentless. “You didn’t—hahhh, fuck.. you didn’t beat me!”
Alhaitham is resolute. “I definitely did.”
Words don’t win against Alhaitham, that’s the thing. They never do.
So Kaveh plants his feet down and thrusts upward to slam into Alhaitham’s prostate, helping him find what he was seeking. Voila. The scribe’s thighs spasm on top of him with a lewd moan, his hole clamping down so sweetly Kaveh has to grit his teeth and steel himself to not ejaculate right there inside the gripping heat. Heavens. One day Haitham would melt his dick off.
It’s hot enough in the room that he’s mildly concerned about the air conditioning. But he keeps going, following the rhythm of the bounce Alhaitham likes, watching with pleasure as the younger goes stupid on his cock.
“Mmmmhhhhh, mmm,” The scribe murmurs, face red, eyes fluttering closed. “Oh, oh!”
“You were so haughty even back then, I wanted to fuck some manners into you,” He grumbles, flicking his fingers across Alhaitham’s pink nipples, rubbing them with the pads of his thumbs. He licks his lips. “Not that it would’ve worked. All the times I’ve had you now, and you’re still as stubborn as a bull.”
The view of Alhaitham’s chest bouncing right in front of his eyes is an extra treat. He sucks one nipple into his mouth while he massages the other one, greedily lapping over the pesky nub until he sees it swollen red. Kaveh can’t miss it; the way Haitham’s hands come to thread in his hair, pulling him closer. Stay here, they say. What an honest body. Kaveh is happy to spend as much time on his chest as he wants.
But he knows he’s not going to last much longer, not with Alhaitham’s tactics. His roommate’s hips begin circling on top of him in small but strong motions, and it’s so shameless and needy.
“Where the hell.. oh, fuck.. did you get to be so good at that?” Kaveh’s head collapses against the back of the couch again, melting inside his junior.
“For you,” Comes the heady response. Kaveh looks up to see his roommate’s eyelashes fluttering closed, jaw slack as he took what he wanted from Kaveh.
That’s it. Kaveh can’t hold it any longer—he moans as his cock finally reaches its limit, balls tightening up with the force of his load traveling up his shaft. He shoots hot ropes into Alhaitham’s tight hole. It’s messy and sloppy, the extra spurts of seed that follow. The scribes ass squeezes around him as his twitching cock empties its load, milking the shaft for every last drop. Kaveh gyrates upwards through the pulses and doesn’t cease until he’s successfully stuffed Alhaitham’s hole full with his cum, more than enough to feel it dribble out only just barely. He’d have to keep his dick here to plug it all inside; something he’s glad to do.
He’s basking in the afterglow until he realizes he still has a very horny scribe sitting on top of him, face rapidly darkening.
Kaveh immediately raises his hands. “I’m sorry!”
Alhaitham chokes him. “How could you climax before me?”
The scene of Alhaitham strangling him while still sitting on his dick might honestly be funny if he wasn’t actually kinda scared for his life right now.
Horny scared? He’s heard that’s a thing.
“I’m not your dildo—I’m a person! How can you expect me not to blow my entire load when you’re acting so crazy for dick?”
Even funnier—Alhaitham actually has the nerve to look perturbed at being called crazy for dick. “If you can’t do it til the end then what are you good for?”
Kaveh huffs, ego injured.
“I can get it hard again in a minute! I promise! Give me a second.”
Alhaitham sighs anyways, brushing a hand through his matted silver hair. That had to be at least 2 weeks of menial household labor for him.
Kaveh pulls him down to kiss the expression off his face. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Let’s take care of you too.”
He wraps a hand around the scribe’s neglected cock, giving him long measured strokes from base to tip. His dick is flushed a tempting pretty pink, twitching miserably in his palm. Just a couple strokes and Alhaitham was already leaking like a faucet, amazingly.
“So responsive,” Kaveh murmurs in awe.
His roommate’s expression softens as he accepts the squeeze of Kaveh’s hand beautifully, hips automatically fucking forward into his tight fist. It’s incredibly sexy to just simply watch Haitham thrust into his hand on his lap. His hole twitches needlessly around the soft cock still plugging him up.
Kaveh licks around his chin apologetically, tracing the shimmer down his lower lip to his throat, eventually down to his collarbone. Those hands come to grab at his hair again, rougher this time. Kaveh lets him thread his fingers in his loose hair, getting the message.
“You really like having your tits played with now, huh? You’re so sexy,” Kaveh draws his left nipple into his mouth this time, seeing that it wasn’t as swollen as the other one. That just would have to be fixed.
“Don’t overdo it,” Alhaitham’s voice is breathless above his head. “Make me cum.”
The nub is so puffy in his mouth. Cute. He sucks around it persistently, kneading it with his tongue. Haitham arches on his lap again, panting quietly. Kaveh flattens his tongue on the underside of the nipple, flicking upwards. He sucks again hard, as if trying to draw milk. He knows if he could drink from Alhaitham’s chest, it’d taste damn good.
How funny; Alhaitham doesn’t last another minute like this. His delayed orgasm hits him full force, body trembling as he shoots his load all over Kaveh’s abdomen and neck. Just like he’d planned. A creamy rope catches on Kaveh’s lower lip and chin.
“Mmm,” Kaveh swipes it up with his tongue. He looks up at Haitham’s wrecked state with lidded eyes. “You came because I played with your nipples, didn’t you?”
It was insanely hot. Great fap material. That would be replaying in his mind for sure next time he was trying to jerk off in a sandy tent in the desert.
Alhaitham gives him a look that tells him he’s still going to pay, pressing the back of his hand to his damp forehead as he catches his breath.
“Hey, no hard feelings..?” Kaveh says sheepishly. He gestures downwards. “And.. Well. I’m ready to go again. Just like I promised. Pumped and fully loaded.”
Quite rapidly after that erotic display, Kaveh’s cock was already fattening up again. It hadn’t helped that Haitham’s hole kept clenching needlessly around him, but the rapid fluttering during his orgasm really stirred life back into his loins.
Alhaitham’s tone is cool even when his face isn’t.
“Not that it’s of my concern. Have fun, then.” The scribe stands up.
Kaveh hisses in surprise when the air hits his wet dick, bobbing around aimlessly. He immediately wraps a hand around his shaft. Having been inside his roommate for nearly an hour, his cock was sensitive and missing the warmth of Alhaitham.
“What? You’re not going to leave now, are you?!”
He’s honestly impressed that the scribe can pretend to walk so normally after getting his ass drilled for an hour. Was there anyone else who’d make a pointless show of this? He’s hilarious. There’s an obvious tremble in his thighs but he manages to get from the couch to his bedroom door in one swift motion, clutching the door handle.
The sight of his swollen abused hole leaking with Kaveh’s cum was, however, extremely distracting. That, along with his reddened butt cheeks, were more of interest to Kaveh’s now twitching boner.
He almost considers pushing him down and just fucking another load into him right there on the floor, but Alhaitham knows his greed too well. He closes the bedroom door behind him to prevent Kaveh from following inside.
He stares at Kaveh through a narrow crack in the door like a solemn guard talking to a prisoner. ”Clean up first and then come in later.”
Kaveh gasps, betrayed.
“You’re evil, you know that? Did you plan this? I bet you planned this from the start. What is actually wrong with you?”
A hand pokes out the door to point at the conveniently placed trash bin under the hallway table. Even without seeing his face, Kaveh knows a smile when he hears one.
“Cum in the trash can. Can’t you? If you get it on the couch or rug again you will be the one cleaning it. And the laundry.”
Kaveh sputters. “Ridiculous. You’re the one who came all over me tonight! Look at my chin. Who’s the messy one here? Don’t treat me like your dog.”
“Certainly not,” Alhaitham muses. “Good dogs come home before midnight.”