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When Kaveh wanted Alhaitham's attention, he had a few irritating but unfortunately effective ways of getting it.
Sometimes, he would pick a fight with Alhaitham over something completely inane. Alhaitham didn't enjoy engaging him when he was clearly just acting out for attention, but he very rarely managed to stop himself from responding when Kaveh said something exceptionally incorrect.
Other times, Kaveh would simply go out and get devastatingly, belligerently drunk to the point where the Akasha System itself would inform Alhaitham of Kaveh's condition in a mechanically passive-aggressive way that implied someone had to do something about it before the Matra got involved.
Then, there was Kaveh's third and most effective method of getting Alhaitham's attention.
He would issue a challenge.
When it came from Kaveh, Alhaitham could never turn down a challenge.
Alhaitham was nearing the end of a book when he heard Kaveh come in through the front door. It was late, and they'd both had a long day of work. Alhaitham had only gotten home a short while before Kaveh, so he'd hardly had any time at all to get engrossed in his book.
Kaveh didn't come to bother him right away. He only came over to the couch to say hello and drop a kiss to the top of Alhaitham's head before wandering into their bedroom. Alhaitham heard the shower running and figured Kaveh was planning to turn in early. With just a bit of his book left to go, he decided to finish the last pages before heading to bed as well.
But when Kaveh got out of the shower, he wandered back over to Alhaitham. He was wearing only a towel around his waist now, and his hair was still wet when he squirmed under one of Alhaitham's arms like an overgrown cat.
"I'm almost finished," Alhaitham said.
Kaveh hummed and nuzzled his lips over the pulse in Alhaitham's throat. "How many pages do you have left?"
Alhaitham deigned to flip to the last page to find out. "Twenty-three."
Kaveh hummed again and leaned more of his weight against Alhaitham's side. For a moment, he just stayed there and soaked up the heat of Alhaitham's body. His damp hair was sticking to the underside of Alhaitham's jaw in a rather unpleasant way, but Alhaitham didn't complain.
As long as Kaveh was willing to be quiet, Alhaitham had no problem with him staying there while he finished his book.
Of course, Kaveh wasn't quiet for long.
He spoke again when Alhaitham had twenty pages left.
"I bet I could make you come before you finish," he said, as casually as if he were offering Alhaitham a glass of water.
Alhaitham blinked, but very resolutely did not let his gaze flicker away from the book in his hands.
"I'm a fast reader," he said, with an affected air of indifference.
Kaveh pulled back and straightened up with a grin. "I know."
So he was just cocky, then. Alhaitham had to admit he didn't hate that.
There was a mischievous glint in Kaveh's eyes now, and Alhaitham didn't hate that either. He considered setting his book aside and just taking Kaveh to bed, since Kaveh clearly didn't want to wait to have his attention that night.
But…
When had Alhaitham ever backed down from a challenge?
He refocused on the text in front of him and picked up where he'd left off. "Do your worst."
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Kaveh's lips quirk with a victorious grin. Kaveh hadn't won yet, though. All Alhaitham had to do was finish this book before Kaveh could… make him 'finish' in another sense of the word.
Easy.
Right?
He now only had nineteen pages to go.
As Alhaitham started on the eighteenth-to-last page of his book, Kaveh slid off the couch and settled on the floor between Alhaitham's knees. He glid his hands up the insides of Alhaitham's thighs, kneading the flesh and stopping just short of reaching Alhaitham's cock.
Kaveh didn't let his hands stray any higher. He leaned in and brought his mouth to the drawstring of Alhaitham's pants instead, taking one end between his teeth and pulling to get the knot loose.
Alhaitham bit down on the inside of his cheek to keep from making a sound. He'd changed into more comfortable at-home clothes after getting in, but his cock was quickly starting to tent even those looser trousers.
Kaveh finally brought his hands up higher now, hooking his fingers under the waistband of Alhaitham's pants to pull them down and off. Alhaitham kept his eyes on the seventeenth-to-last page of his book, but did at least obligingly lift his hips for Kaveh.
He got to the bottom of that page before Kaveh wrapped a hand around his cock and started to stroke. Alhaitham bit back a noise that threatened to escape his lips, not wanting to let Kaveh know his efforts to distract him were already finding a rather significant measure of success.
Alhaitham could have continued turning the pages of his book once in a while, letting his eyes skim over the words without truly focusing on them or retaining any of the information they conveyed.
But Kaveh wasn't playing dirty. He wasn't trying to obscure Alhaitham's view, and he hadn't done anything unspeakable to Alhaitham's book. So it was a given that Alhaitham wasn't going to cheat in this game either.
Which meant he had to keep reading.
But what book was he reading again?
He was already starting to forget as a fog of desire clouded his mind.
Kaveh finally managed to pull an audible breath from Alhaitham, one that was almost a moan, when he licked a slow, deliberate trail all the way from Alhaitham's balls to the head of his cock.
Alhaitham, by some miracle, read another page. Though he could only use the word 'read' in the loosest sense, in that his eyes saw a series of words and recognized their approximate meaning.
How many pages did he have left?
How was he supposed to calculate that again?
Addition?
No. Subtraction, maybe?
Alhaitham suddenly found it very hard to remember, because Kaveh had started to suck him off in earnest. Kaveh was making all the little sounds Alhaitham was weak for, but he sounded almost like he was trying to keep himself quiet, as though to give Alhaitham a chance to concentrate on his book.
How… sportsmanlike.
Since Kaveh was being so kind as to give him a fair chance, Alhaitham did make a valiant effort to refocus on his book. He held it open in one hand, letting his other drop into Kaveh's hair. Kaveh hummed his approval at that. He started to stroke Alhaitham with one hand again, slicking his length with the saliva and precome that trickled from his lips.
By some miracle, Alhaitham made it through a few more pages as Kaveh gave languid, slow licks to the head of his cock. His own breathing had grown rough and shallow; there was no hiding the effect Kaveh had on him now.
He had around ten pages left when Kaveh, apparently, decided to get serious.
Kaveh pulled back with a wet pop and stroked the whole length of Alhaitham's cock just once more, before abruptly turning and showing Alhaitham his back. He stripped off the towel that clung loosely to his waist, tossing it aside and bending himself over the low tea table, with his legs parted in such a way that Alhaitham couldn't help but look.
And once he looked, he couldn't just look away.
The rim of Kaveh's hole was a little reddened, a little puckered. He'd clearly stretched himself, probably in the shower. His ass and inner thighs glistened with traces of the lube he must have used.
He painted an inviting sight, with the way he bent himself over the table and spread his legs. He even arched his back and glanced over his shoulder at Alhaitham, coyly catching his lower lip between his teeth.
"You can put your book right here and keep reading," he said, rolling his shoulders as though to show Alhaitham what a lovely book stand his back could make. "That's… only if you can keep reading, of course."
The mental image of it flashed through Alhaitham's mind, and he couldn't deny that there was something ludicrously sexy about the idea of fucking into Kaveh while continuing to skim through the pages of a book laid open against the pretty dip of Kaveh's back. It was more ludicrous than sexy, probably, but the thought of it alone was enough to make Alhaitham's cock twitch.
He didn't bother with pretenses any longer. Nothing he'd read that night was going to stick in his mind anyway, so he tossed his book aside and slid onto his knees behind Kaveh, finally giving him his full and undivided attention.
Just as Kaveh wanted, judging by the breathy, victorious laugh he gave.
"Fast," Kaveh whispered. "Hard. You know how I like it."
Alhaitham most certainly did.
He didn't bother asking if Kaveh was sure he was ready; they'd been together long enough by now that he knew exactly what Kaveh wanted and how he wanted it.
Alhaitham soothed his hands over Kaveh's back, then took hold of his hips to steady him. He led his own cock to Kaveh's hole, shivering at the thought of Kaveh preparing himself on his own, for this moment, for Alhaitham.
Kaveh gasped when Alhaitham slid into him in one long thrust. He was so tight that Alhaitham had to fold himself over Kaveh's back, letting his weight bear down on Kaveh as the last inches of his cock slid in. Alhaitham kissed the nape of Kaveh's neck, listening to the little hitches of Kaveh's breath as he adjusted to Alhaitham's size.
A shallow nod of Kaveh's head was all the encouragement Alhaitham needed to start fucking him with long, languid thrusts. He reached for Kaveh's cock to stroke him, only for Kaveh to bat his hand away with a displeased huff.
Alhaitham got the message, loud and clear. Kaveh wanted to come just from being fucked.
Alhaitham wasted no time in building the speed and strength of his thrusts. Kaveh had gotten him so damn close with all his teasing that he knew he wasn't going to last as long as he usually did. But with the way Kaveh moaned so wantonly every time Alhaitham struck his prostate, Alhaitham knew he couldn't be far behind.
"More," Kaveh whined. "Just, just a little more. You know what I—"
"I know what you need," Alhaitham murmured deeply.
There were times he would make Kaveh ask for it, beg for it, but all he wanted in this moment was to give Kaveh exactly what he needed.
Alhaitham wrapped an arm around Kaveh's waist and shoved the table out from under him. Kaveh gasped, but didn't fall, as Alhaitham shifted his hold to lay his arm along the length of Kaveh's chest, supporting him and not letting him crash into the floor.
He lowered Kaveh slowly and savored the way Kaveh gasped and trembled as his fingers scrabbled for purchase in the rug beneath his body. Alhaitham bent over him, took one of those hands, and squeezed it before sitting up again and taking hold of Kaveh's hips again.
He lifted Kaveh's ass higher, bringing Kaveh up on his knees none-too-gently, just the way Kaveh liked it. The new angle allowed him to pound harder, deeper into Kaveh's hole, fucking him into the floor with such abandon that their muscles would surely complain in the morning.
But Kaveh liked it rough, rough enough to make tears prick at the corners of his eyes. He liked to know he was cared for as well, even in these moments. Alhaitham knew that, so though his thrusts came hard and fast, though the sound of flesh striking flesh filled up the expansive room, he showed an unerring tenderness in stroking a hand up Kaveh's back, squeezing the nape of his neck, and massaging the juncture of his throat and shoulder, where his pulse raced furiously.
Kaveh arched his back when he came, painting such a pretty picture and crying out in such an unrestrained way that Alhaitham groaned and came inside him at the same instant. He sheathed his cock to the hilt and gave a few shallow thrusts as his orgasm pulsed from him, pushing his come as deep into Kaveh's body as it would go.
He all but collapsed onto Kaveh in the aftermath, almost sending them both crashing onto the floor. He caught himself on one arm just in time, holding himself up with his chest plastered to Kaveh's back. He could feel the way Kaveh's thighs quivered against him, making him reluctant to pull out.
Once he'd caught his breath, at least somewhat, Kaveh turned to Alhaitham with a cheeky grin that was undeniably a little bit cute.
"I win," he whispered.
Alhaitham couldn't argue with that, so he simply cupped Kaveh's jaw and kissed him until he was breathless and writhing and ready for more.
Kaveh could get him too distracted to read, Alhaitham was willing to admit that.
It just meant he would have to get Kaveh far, far, far too distracted to gloat.