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“This is all your fault.”
“Enlighten me.”
Kaveh ground his teeth. He didn’t know how but somehow he had been lured and locked in a closet with no one but his insufferable roommate, the Scribe Alhaitham.
Alhaitham happened to be inside first, doing Archons’ knows what and then Kaveh entered and for a reason he could not even remember. It didn’t help that it was dark in here, the only thing he could make out being his roommate which was squashed in the small closet against him.
“You shouldn’t have entered if you saw there was no room inside,” Alhaitham accused.
“I can’t see anything,” Kaveh retorted. He huffed and glared at Alhaitham’s face which even though cloaked by darkness, he could envision perfectly.
“And neither can I because your overreaction broke the light I had.” Alhaitham sighed, unimpressed. The soft breath brushed against Kaveh’s face. “And it’s locked.”
“Thanks for stating the obvious!”
“I’m just making sure you remember your fuck up.”
Kaveh huffed, his hands curling into fists. He could strangle Alhaitham, he could strangle him.
“What are you doing in here anyway, aren’t you supposed to be writing notes somewhere, Scribe?”
“What about yourself, an Architect has no value away from a building site or drawing board. At least I’m at work.”
The closet was getting hot, no thanks for their bickering. Their bodies being in close proximity didn’t help either.
“Whatever, we just need someone to walk past. Be quiet and listen for footsteps,” Kaveh snarled. His heart was pounding in his chest in anger. Out of all the people in the world he could be trapped in a closet with why was it his roommate? He had enough of him at home.
“That’s rich of you to say. You’re the one making the most noise.”
“Stop responding to everything I say.”
“Stop saying stupid things.”
Kaveh thought about strangling him again but remembered that he was staying at his house. His wouldn’t know what he would do if something happened to Alhaitham, and he had to find a new living space.
“Fine let’s both be quiet.”
“Be my guest.”
Kaveh ground his teeth but kept his mouth shut not taking the bait. The faster they realised someone walked past. They better. They could get out of here and be free of each other.
But minutes slipped by and they heard nothing except the soft sounds of their breathing. The proximity between them made it hard for Kaveh to think of anything except that he was close to roommate (and little did he know that Alhaitham was annoyingly preoccupied by the same thing too).
Where their bodies touched against each other, Kaveh felt hard planes of smooth muscle. Everywhere else he felt the heat of Alhaitham’s body which had probably now become part of Kaveh’s too.
“Stop that.”
“What?” Kaveh countered, startled. He hadn’t expected Alhaitham to speak and now self-conscious of the man, he felt the shape of each syllable across his skin thanks to his breath.
“You’re poking me.”
“I am not.”
“Then what’s this?”
Alhaitham gripped onto Kaveh’s… crotch?
Shit, am I hard? When did that happen?
Alhaitham caught on from Kaveh’s silence what the poking was. “Why are you hard?”
“Maybe if you stopped touching it – It’s sensitive! And we’re in a tight space. Just ignore it. It’s not saying anything to you.”
“It’s poking me.”
“Pretend it’s my elbow.”
“How short do you want me to think you are?”
Sighing defeatedly, Kaveh tried to shift so his growing arousal didn’t press against the annoying Scribe’s leg. But his movements were in vein, the closet wasn’t designed to trap two muscular men inside it seemed. He shifted but now his cock was pressed against Alhaitham’s crotch.
“Now that’s an improvement,” Alhaitham said sardonically.
“You could move,” Kaveh accused.
“To where? There’s no space.”
“Then deal with it!”
“Fine.”
Kaveh didn’t consider himself a particularly weak man but he couldn’t deal with it. After all cock was pressed hard against Alhaitham’s warmth, his –
He shook the thoughts out of his head. This was ridiculous.
He wasn’t hard because of Alhaitham. He was hard because it was hot in here and it was a tight space and he could feel Alhaitham’s breath all over him –
Alhaitham moved and grabbed the bulge again.
“Why’d you keep doing that?” Kaveh’s exclaimed.
“It’s poking me, what do you want me to do? Why’s your mind in the gutter anyway?”
“It’s because it’s tight in here!” Kaveh countered. He didn’t know how convincing he sound so he quickly changed the focus. “Besides, I bet you’re soaking wet right now.”
Alhaitham scoffed. “I guess you’d never know.”
“Like hell.”
Kaveh swiftly moved his hand and grabbed the bottom of Alhaitham’s crotch.
It was damp.
“You are!”
“Get your hands off my pants.”
“Get yours off first.”
The darkness hid their faces from each other but they both knew they were glaring at each other.
And thankfully they were or Kaveh would’ve been thinking about Alhaitham wet –
“Did you just moan?”
“You are touching my dick which is hard,” Kaveh exclaimed, trying to disguise his thoughts. “How about I just,” Kaveh wiggled his finger around and caught Alhaitham’s clit through the material of his trousers. He gave it a hard rub.
Alhaitham reacted immediately, his knees buckled, and a soft moan escaped him.
“Not so aloof now, are we?”
“Fine,” Alhaitham conceded. “On the count of three, we both let go of each other.”
Kaveh nodded and listened to Alhaitham’s countdown. “3… 2… 1…”
Kaveh felt proud when both their hands dropped. A part of him didn’t have faith in himself and he wasn’t usually in the practise of trusting Alhaitham.
But they had a more pressing issue, well an issue that was that Kaveh’s hard bulge dug into to his knowledge Alhaitham’s wet covered folds.
It’s fine. They could ignore this.
Someone was bound to notice they were missing and come looking. The moment they heard footsteps pass, they’ll alert them that they were stuck and then they’d be freed and they could carry on with their day.
They just had to wait (with their arousals touching) until someone came.
Kaveh was struggling. I mean, how could he not? He knew it was Alhaitham, his annoying and rude roommate, but he smelt great and he felt so hot…
Kaveh wondered how it would feel inside him… How wet he would be and how it would feel to have Alhaitham’s slick walls squeezing his hard cock….
Kaveh would never be certain who pressed their hips to the other’s first. Later he would definitely shift the blame. But now that didn’t matter because they didn’t stop. Their hips rocked against each other despite the lack of space and their breaths shortened into pants.
“Stop that,” Alhaitham said, seemingly unaware that he was part of the problem.
“You first,” Kaveh spat.
Kaveh grabbed onto Alhaitham’s chest, his nails digging into his fat pecs and Alhaitham grabbed onto the blond’s waist, now positioning himself to ensure that the bulge rubbed against his clit.
“This doesn’t change anything.”
“Of course, it doesn’t.”
“It’s because it’s tight in here.”
“Exactly.”
They continued now unabashedly. Their rubs became harder and quicker in an attempt to get themselves off.
To help, and again it not being obvious who made the first move, their lips crashed together.
It was a hard kiss, lustful and self-serving. Alhaitham sucked Kaveh’s lips and Kaveh slipped his tongue into Alhaitham’s mouth. It was as if they were fighting, instead of using their words they used their lips and tongues. And neither was content with letting the other win.
Kaveh lowered his hands to grip Alhaitham’s ass and brought him closer.
“Fuck,” Kaveh said against Alhaitham’s swollen lips. He didn’t care if he was the person ‘losing’ or ‘giving’ to whatever ridiculousness was happening between then. He’d suffer from the consequences later. “I want to fuck your wet pussy.” He confessed and then kissed the grey haired man again. “Let me fuck you, Haitham.”
Kaveh waited for a response. Something haughty and annoying and made Kaveh’s blood boil but instead he heard the clink and shuffle of trousers sliding off.
Kaveh gasped and quickly undid his own. His straining cock dying to be freed.
On a different day, Kaveh would’ve loved to push his cock past Alhaitham’s lips and fuck his throat but circumstances unpermitting thanks to the lack of light, he stuck with his original confessed desire.
Done with taking off their trousers, Kaveh encouraged Alhaitham to turn so we could enter him from behind. He used the tip of his leaking cock to navigate himself, first rubbing in between Alhaitham’s ass cheeks and then between his olds before he hit home.
Hastily, he shoved his cock inside Alhaitham’s soaking pussy.
They both groaned at the penetration and Kaveh kept pushing himself in until his hips pressed against Alhaitham’s ass.
They panted and Kaveh was certain he had heard the Scribe moan his name but he didn’t press. He had better things he wanted to do.
Kaveh held onto Alhaitham’s waist and brought his hips back before pushing in again. He started slowly, wanting to get used to Alhaitham’s tight, hot walls so he didn’t cum prematurely.
When he got a handle on himself he quickened the pace and he savoured each thrust and how every time he left Alhaitham, his pussy would be sucking onto his dick begging for more.
“Fuck you feel so good, you’re so wet and you take me so well,” Kaveh said breathlessly as he fucked into his roommate.
“You talk too much,” Alhaitham countered, his voice strained and lustful.
Kaveh frowned. “Your one redeeming feature is your wet hole.”
“Better than the slab of meat between your legs, are you even trying?”
“Every day you make me so fucking mad!”
“Yeah?” Alhaitham panted. “Then leave my fucking house.”
Alhaitham pushed his ass out further and started rocking himself. Kaveh gripped onto his generous ass, his fingers digging into the soft skin. “No, I’ll just fuck your cunt every time you piss me off. I bet you won’t be so full of comebacks when you’re full of cum.”
“You wanna bet?”
“You can count on it. By time I’m through, that big brain of yours won’t even be able to string a sentence together.”
Kaveh’s thrusts were hard and measured and Alhaitham wanted to cum. Kaveh was rubbing against all the right spots. He was being fucked with precision by someone who knew what they were doing and for once Alhaitham had no complaints. He just wanted more.
Kaveh’s hot thick cock dissolved all thoughts from Alhaitham’s mind. All that he could think about was the blonde fucking into him. His hard thrusts which went deep and made Alhaitham feel Kaveh in every inch of him.
He also wondered why they hadn’t done this before. Kaveh could’ve been inside him on every available surface in the house. They’d have to rectify that once they got home. “Make me cum, Kaveh,” Alhaitham panted. And make me cum a thousand more times in a thousand more places.
“Fuck yes,” Kaveh obeyed. “I’m going to cum inside you and you’re going to leak of me for days.”
“Mmmm, yes,” Alhaitham agreed. He started rocking his hips harder to Kaveh’s perfect thrusts.
Alhaitham moans became unrestrained and in turn caused Kaveh become louder as they traversed towards their release.
Alhaitham clenched and arched his back as he came. The sudden wave of pleasure robbing him of thought and any worldly sensation save for Kaveh’s grip on his ass and his cock.
Kaveh fucked him through his orgasm, the tightness of Alhaitham’s clenching pussy propelling him into his.
Kaveh buried himself deep inside the Scribe as he came. His cock spasming as it released cum inside Alhaitham’s passage.
Still filled, Alhaitham twisted his torso as best as he could and grabbed the blonde by the collar and pulled him for a kiss.
Kaveh’s lips met his and he could feel Kaveh pressed against him even deeper. Alhaitham wanted to cum again.
They parted and suddenly remembering their situation despite the pervasive darkness, Kaveh asked.
“Do you think anyone has walked past yet?”
“I didn’t hear any footsteps.”
Little did they know that the door had been unlocked a while ago, the sounds of slapping repelling anyone from telling them that they could come out.