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Alhaitham is an honest man. Tactless, is how Kaveh would describe it. He says what he means, and he ─ more often than not, means what he says. Kaveh knows this, yet he would go over-scrutinize every little thing Alhaitham says and does. He’s lived under the same roof as the Scribe for years and sometimes, his indelicate, abrupt honesty caught him off guard. That being said, Alhaitham is not a man without a heart. While he understands the reason people would deduce such a thing, Kaveh experienced it firsthand.
Alhaitham is capable of giving kindness. He is capable of being gentle, caring, and mostly ─ he’s also capable of love.
It comes out as a surprise for Kaveh, when the result of his mindless pulling was Alhaitham showing Kaveh exactly how he imagined himself loving Kaveh in his room when the sky was dark, adorned by countless stars, when Kaveh wakes him up in the middle of the night as he worked on those projects.
Push me away if you don’t want this just as much as I do.
And Kaveh didn’t.
Hours go by with Alhaitham singing his praises and planting kisses all over his body, his voiceless adoration. Kaveh felt like the most loved he’s ever been his entire life, Alhaitham left his heart swelling until the next day, and the next week, even months to come.
And, for a man who is tactless ─ Alhaitham always seems to make sure to remind him that he is truly and genuinely loved. As you should, he once said.
“Let me hear your voice,”
Kaveh flutters his eyes open, finding the Scribe towering above him in all of his glory, his large hands grasping Kaveh’s thighs tightly, keeping them spread wide open. He realizes that he has been covering his mouth with his fist in an attempt to block the embarrassing noises from his throat.
“Kaveh,” Alhaitham leans down, pushing in a bit further until he’s all the way inside, and Kaveh shudders at the feeling, even more so as the Scribe presses his lips against the back of his hand; as if asking him to retract his hand for him.
And Kaveh does so, slowly, cupping Alhaitham’s right cheek instead as the latter finally kisses him fully on the mouth. Not for long, much to Kaveh’s dismay, as Alhaitham pulls away just as quickly as he undressed him a few moments ago ─ but his thoughts fly by the window as the younger man starts to move.
Steadily, carefully, as if he’s afraid Kaveh might just break from a single movement.
But Kaveh is having none of it. His contained longing and desire to touch and be held by the man he once thought was heartless, that he thought he despised ─ burst every time Alhaitham comes into the room.
“Haitham,” it comes out a little husky, accompanied by a sigh (whether it’s from contentment or frustration, Alhaitham thinks it’s more of the latter), “Why are you holding back now?”
“Holding back?” Alhaitham raises a brow, not once stopping his excruciatingly slow thrusts. “You think I’m holding back?”
Kaveh huffs, those glossy, reddish lips curl into a small pout, “Aren’t you? I told you I won’t break, fuck me, Haitham.”
“How the romantic between the two of us couldn’t even differentiate making love and holding back,” Kaveh releases a long moan as Alhaitham pulls out entirely only to slam himself back inside to the hilt, angling himself just right. “Is beyond me. What’s so wrong with wanting to make love every once in a while?”
There’s nothing wrong with it, Kaveh wants to say. But words do not come out of his parted lips, and he whines instead. Because Alhaitham is peppering more kisses across his skin, as spotless as a blank canvas, and it does not take Alhaitham long to paint it with his color.
“No…” Kaveh mumbles, back arching like a bow as Alhaitham sucks on his right nipple. “Not now, please, I… Haitham, just fuck me now,”
Alhaitham lets go of his nipple with a pop, his ever-fierce eyes darken, Kaveh notices, clouded with lust.
“How demanding,” is what Kaveh hears before he’s lost all form of coherent thoughts at once, mouth agape with only his wanton moans and whines coming out of it as Alhaitham drives into him hard and rough, complying with his request. As much as he wants to take his time taking Kaveh apart piece by piece, and then put him altogether again, Alhaitham, too, loses his patience after a few weeks go by without having Kaveh in the comfort of his bed.
Next time, he promises.
But now, he’ll let his carnal desires take over. It’s fine, Kaveh can take it, he knows Kaveh wants it and he will take it. He will take him, willingly, happily ─ the thought drives him feral.
“Hai… ngh, don’t─” Kaveh gasps, quivering as his toes curl, “─stop, don’t stop!”
Normally, Alhaitham would tease him and make him beg for more until there were tears in the corner of his eyes. He might be a little sadistic for wanting to see his lover cry, but they both know Kaveh finds pleasure in the pain. If it isn’t for the fact that he’s been waiting for what feels like forever since Kaveh left to the desert for his project, leaving not only their home but also Alhaitham to be sexually frustrated for two weeks. Getting off with his hand doesn’t do the job anymore once he’s gotten a taste of Kaveh.
“Mnh, fuck, please Haitham,” the architect is still as loud, perhaps there really was no point in him trying to muffle his noises down with just his hand. However, if Kaveh was trying to be enticing, he certainly succeeded. “Please, make…! Make me cum, please,”
Alhaitham grunts the moment Kaveh squeezes him inside, “That’s been my objective all along,”
And he continues his relentless thrusts, abusing his prostate hastily as the familiar sensation soon pools in his stomach, Alhaitham is getting close, but he holds himself back; he decides that he wants to come after or when Kaveh comes undone. So Alhaitham lets go of Kaveh’s thighs with a prominent handprint on both sides, only to secure Kaveh’s wrists and effectively stopping him from touching himself.
“No, no, Haitham─ ngh!”
Despite what nonsense Kaveh is voicing out in between his moans, he locks Alhaitham’s waist with his legs. Teary-eyed, he watches how the Scribe looks at him ─ they locked eyes for a moment before Kaveh rasps out demandingly, “Kiss me.”
The kiss is unlike anything Kaveh ever experienced (not that he had much experience in the first place, but he seems to be proud of the fact that he at least had dated in the past), tongues dancing sloppily, causing lewd noises from Alhaitham sucking on his lower lip alone, teeth clashing, it’s the kind of kiss that leaves you breathless. Alhaitham reluctantly pulls away to fill their lungs with air once again, wiping the drool running down his chin with his thumb, and when Kaveh opens his mouth, he slides his thumb inside ─ letting it rest on his lover’s tongue. His jeweled eyes never once leave the sight served before him, he couldn’t, he wouldn’t, this is all for him, Kaveh will never show this side of him to anyone else but him.
Mine, mine, all mine.
Kaveh’s body jerks and tears finally roll down his cheek as he comes, untouched, spurting his white, thick essence to his own stomach. In his moment of climaxing, Alhaitham doesn’t stop. He fucks him through his orgasm, knowing exactly how sensitive he is at the moment. Despite this isn’t his first time seeing Kaveh falls apart because of him, Alhaitham still wants to memorize every little thing, every second of it, every flinch and different hitches of his voice. And not long after, Alhaitham follows suit behind, pulling out just before he spills his own semen on the blonde’s stomach. They both pants, Kaveh doesn’t seem to have the energy left to move; which is to be expected, given the fact that Kaveh had only just come back home an hour ago. His body goes limp, his legs numb from traveling and the fucking, but it doesn’t matter because Kaveh is home, he is right here where he belongs.
While he struggles to keep his eyes open, Alhaitham gets up to collect a wet towel and a glass of water for his lover. When the Scribe comes back, Kaveh is still laying on his back, cum on his stomach, his usually neatly styled hair undone, and his eyes are closed. He sits quietly next to him as he cleaned the stain on his belly. Once he’s done, Alhaitham kisses his forehead.
“Hayi,” Kaveh murmurs quietly, exhaustion is evident from the tone of his voice alone.
Alhaitham hums in response, “Do you want some water?”
“Yes, please,”
“Can you sit up?”
Kaveh, guided by Alhaitham’s large hand on his back, sits up on the bed as he takes the glass of water from the scribe, chugging it down until the glass is empty. Alhaitham puts the glass back on the nightstand before finally laying down, pulling Kaveh to lay his head on his chest, his strong arms embracing him.
“Missed you, too,” he nuzzles his cheek against the scribe’s sturdy chest, a reply to the latter’s first and foremost greeting after the kiss when Kaveh steps inside the house.
Alhaitham feels a little fuzzy inside. What a feeling.
“Welcome home, Kaveh.”
After two weeks in the desert, he is finally back where he belongs.
“I’m home, Hayi.”
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“Do you even cook at home while I’m away?”
“Sometimes,”
“How often is ’sometimes’?”
“Twice a week.”
“Are you for real?”
Kaveh stares at the younger in disbelief, showing a hint of worry on his face as they walk through Treasures Streets to do some grocery shopping. He found out earlier that the food in the kitchen has gone bad, inedible almost ─ the architect wonders just how did Alhaitham survive living on his own way before Kaveh moved in. It’s infuriating because he knows Alhaitham can actually cook (if he wants to), but the Scribe has always come up with the simplest reasons such as ─ it’s too time-consuming to cook, or it’s troublesome to clean up afterward, and sometimes it’s not my turn to cook when both of them knows exactly it indeed is his turn, but whenever Kaveh points it out, Alhaitham will always points it back at him ─ didn’t you say you’d cook for the next month to pay for the rent you couldn’t afford?
(That was what Kaveh definitely said, but he didn’t think Alhaitham would really expect him to cook every single day for him, breakfast and dinner.)
“And you couldn’t even bother checking the kitchen?” Kaveh drags him to the usual merchant. “Don’t tell me you always resolve to eat outside or get takeouts.”
“I can’t help it, I have the money to burn.”
“You─! Good for you, eating well every day while I struggle out there,”
Alhaitham relishes in the way Kaveh’s brows taut, an angry pout on his lips, murmuring something that is certainly not about Alhaitham or anything.
“Take whatever you need,” he says once they reach the merchant, arms crossed over his chest as he stands by the architect’s side, letting the blonde do the shopping.
“How generous of you, Mr. Rich Scribe.”
Alhaitham has never been in a situation where he has to face the same predicament as Kaveh, he managed his finances just as impeccably as how he managed his life. It was, of course, to assure his future and his intention from the very start was to live an easy, simple life. He’s quite grateful for it. If he was not where he stands right now, would he still be able to take Kaveh in? To offer him the comfort of a home that Kaveh once had. No matter what Kaveh said about his lifestyle, Alhaitham thinks nothing of it as long as he could, in a way, spoil him. Perhaps not with mora, not with the things he fancies, but with the little things like this.
He’s duly remembered that he needs to buy some more items, preferably the unsightly, colorless ones. Kaveh will certainly entertain him and issue another date.
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Kaveh’s naivety never fails to amuse him.
Even after their little arguments on the message boards all across the nation and the way Kaveh spills everything in just a drink or two, he still thinks that he’s being discreet. When they walk back home, they come across Cyno who seemed a bit preoccupied but still spares some time to greet them. Usually, Alhaitham gives little to no care when someone asks where he’s heading off to. But when the same question is directed at the blonde architect, well, there are two outcomes depending on who’s asking. First, the few people who know. Secondly, the majority of people who don't. And he finds it interesting to watch Kaveh struggle to answer.
This was Cyno, their friend, who knows more than probably most people in the akademiya about them (second to Tighnari) ─ and still, Kaveh thinks he doesn’t know already.
“Do you really think he’s as clueless as he seems to be?”
Alhaitham puts the groceries down on the counter, storing them in the cabinets.
“I don’t know, maybe he really doesn’t know! I mean, aside from that, did you see his face? He looked so serious, I wouldn’t want to get in trouble with the Matra Cyno.”
“Ah,” The Scribe hums in an affirmative tone. “Of course. It is indeed something that he would have to look into if he knows you’re not paying your rent.”
Kaveh fumes, “Tell him if you dare. I swear I won’t ever come back here again. And I mean it this time!”
He turns around almost dramatically (Alhaitham expects no less from his lover), helping him with the other bag and storing them in order to make it easier for them. Once Alhaitham is done, he strides toward the blonde, his hands suddenly feel itchy, wanting to grab the small curve of Kaveh’s waist; so he does.
“No one has to leave,” is what he whispers in the shell of his ear, “Where would you be waking up if not in my arms?”
He could feel the architect shuddering, breath hitches in his throat as his hand stopped mid-air for a brief moment before he clears his throat and continues as if he wasn’t getting affected at all.
“Maybe I’ll find someplace better,” he knows there will not be another place that fits him better than here, where Alhaitham is.
“Does it come with someone better, too?”
Alhaitham sounds almost vulnerable, as if he’s had half a mind of worry that someday, Kaveh will leave and settle for something better, something and someone he actually deserves.
“If so… Are you going to stop me?”
Instead of giving a direct answer, Alhaitham tightens his hold around the slim figure, Kaveh feels a little tense with the silence, but then he feels the way Alhaitham's heart beats faster. He slides his hand around the arms enveloping him in his familiar warmth, rubbing the back of Alhaitham’s hand before he turns around to face the Scribe. It is honestly impressive how Alhaitham can remain so nonchalantly impassive at times like this. But, now that he thinks about it, Alhaitham has gotten more expressive lately. Kaveh saw his eyes soften, his lips curled into the faintest smile and often smirk during their shared moments. Even he managed to get a cackle out of his soft lips. Before long, oblivious Kaveh has turned the stony Scribe soft.
“Is that a no?” He asks, the worry that seeps into his mind fades away when Alhaitham hums, meeting his gaze.
“It will certainly be troublesome without you,” Alhaitham says, the hold around Kaveh’s waist is still as firm before he moves them to his bottom, lifting him up and then placing him on the counter. “As much as I would appreciate the quiet, I’d be losing my one source of entertainment. That won’t do.”
“You─! Am I a mere entertainment for you?” With a huff, the architect circles his own arms around the younger man’s neck.
“No. You are also the one to keep this place clean and tidy.”
“Hmph! If not because of your title and money, what other qualities do you have? This is exactly why you’re insufferable. You know that you are, but you’re even more insufferable to me than to anyone else.”
“If I’m so insufferable as you say, then, do enlighten me, dear senior,” Alhaitham looms over the blonde, one hand on his hip, the other one mindlessly rubbing circles on his milky skin that displayed oh so generously on his back; causing Kaveh to quiver. “What makes you stay?”
With how dangerously close Alhaitham is compared to earlier, Kaveh presses a palm on his chest in a futile attempt to push him (there’s a curl on the Scribe’s lips, one that is of amusement from seeing how Kaveh tries to pull him closer yet he pushes him when he gets too close).
“I… Don’t you think that I would’ve left if I had more options? In fact, I was so close to leaving but then the thing with─”
Alhaitham cuts him off with a kiss. It’s a hungry kiss, but far more sensual than the one last night. It’s not laced with urgency, and it’s less sloppy but still, Kaveh melts, whatever argument he was trying to say is long forgotten.
“Mnn, Hayi…” the nickname slips past his occupied lips, Alhaitham sucks hard on his lower lip before breaking the kiss only to find Kaveh looking up at him with his half-lidded eyes and flushed cheeks.
As if the sultry look on his face doesn’t do its job to provoke him, the way Kaveh bashfully clutches his shirt doubles the effect the architect has on him.
He is utterly bewitching.
“I think it’s your turn to cook,” he says rather timidly, which doesn’t help ease the tent forming in the Scribe’s pants at all.
“Is it?” Alhaitham doesn’t try to hide his arousal. In fact, he makes it rather clear that he’s hungry for something else, bucking his hips against the older man. “Good, then.”
Before Kaveh could even question the man before him, Alhaitham does quick work to unzip the senior’s pants and pulls it down, revealing Kaveh’s half-hard cock. The blond makes a noise akin to a squeal, which Alhaitham ignores as he wraps his delicate, long fingers around the shaft. Kaveh inhales, his body becoming more honest the more Alhaitham touches him. His own fingers find purchase on the edge of the counter to steady himself.
“Hngh, ah, Hayi…” He is significantly quieter during the day, fully aware that there are people outside passing by. “Yo─yours, too.”
Alhaitham lets go of Kaveh’s fully hardened cock to free his own from its confines. “Don’t touch yourself,”
“Hurry,”
Always the impatient one, always the one pleading, if only Kaveh knows just how much Alhaitham loves the sound of it. But one day, perhaps he’ll experiment a little, like putting the senior in his place. Punish him or reward him with praises, which one Kaveh would be more inclined to? He can’t wait to find out.
Kaveh has his eyes locked upon the view before him, watching Alhaitham pull his cock out, giving it a few slow pumps before he rubs it against his ─ the size difference is striking. He nearly cowered the first time he saw it, but later found himself imagining a few inappropriate things about what his cock could do to him.
How is Alhaitham so big in the first place?
It’s unfair, Kaveh thinks. Because someone shouldn’t have that many blessings in one being, Alhaitham has it all: physique, his pecs, and muscles are sculpted perfectly by the Gods, and his mind, is blessed with so much wit and insight.
“I appreciate your compliments,” the Scribe says, holding both of their arousals in his hand, and Kaveh feels his hips keep on moving, desperate for more friction.
The implication causes the architect to whine in sheer embarrassment ─ did he say it out loud? He couldn’t believe himself sometimes. He decided to appreciate the man responsible for his pleasure and his mind turned off for a moment. He should have covered his mouth with his hand.
“S.. shut it, ngh,”
Alhaitham smirks as he licks his fingers, coating them with saliva before he plunges one inside the puckering rim. As expected, Kaveh is still soft down there, which makes it easier for Alhaitham to explore and reach that spot that makes him see stars.
“Do you want me to?” Alhaitham decides to ask, putting Kaveh’s comfort first before his own. They have all the time they need today, Kaveh promised him that much last night.
Kaveh moans, though he still feels quite empty without Alhaitham inside, “L.. later, please? Just.. your fingers for now.”
“Alright,” he kisses his forehead reassuringly, adding another digit into him, scissoring him open all the while brushing against his prostate. It isn’t long until he adds the third finger, finally fucking him with his fingers alone and even that’s enough to make the man beneath him cry.
“Fuck, fuck, I’m close…”
The fingers move faster, and he must admit, it isn’t so bad to watch Kaveh fall apart just by his fingers. It feels quite satisfying. Archon, how deep has he fallen?
With a broken sob, Kaveh comes, his hand is late to pull his shirt upwards so that his cum wouldn’t stain it. Alhaitham gradually decreases his pace, eventually comes to a stop, and pulls his fingers out after a while. As he tries to catch his breath, he notices that his lover is still hard. Alhaitham pumps his cock as he watches Kaveh in the afterglow, but then the latter stops him. He gets on his feet, flipping their position so that Alhaitham leans against the counter while Kaveh is on his knees. His dainty fingers are placed on either side of the Scribe’s thighs as he gives the crown of his cock kitten licks, the only warning he gives Alhaitham before he engulfs him in one go.
Alhaitham’s breath caught in his throat, it’s been a while since the last time Kaveh gave him head, he almost forgot that the architect is a determined one when it comes to this ─ it’s a wonder how Kaveh could deepthroat him at all. He welcomes the warm cavern enveloping his cock, using his less dirty hand to run his fingers through the silky blonde locks, keeping him in place. His instinct is telling him to yank his hair and fucks into his mouth, but Kaveh seems to be enjoying himself doing it at his own pace. Giving him a little control should be fine, for now.
“Fuck,” Alhaitham cursed in a way that sent shivers through his entire body, Kaveh always loves to see how he affected him, making him frown in concentration as he fucks him or hear his grunts and curses as he sucks on his cock. It motivates him to do more, and better, and he won’t stop until Alhaitham comes.
So he keeps going, picking up the pace, looking up at him briefly just before Alhaitham warns him with a low Kaveh and spills his essence into his waiting mouth. Kaveh makes sure Alhaitham is watching as he swallows his entire load, not a single drop goes to waste. He licks his lips as he looks at him proudly.
Alhaitham pulls him up and kisses him, the fact that he could still taste himself on his tongue elicits a groan out of him, but Kaveh pushes him away firmly this time.
“Calm down, you beast,” he huffs, much to the Scribe’s dismay. “Lunch first. Real lunch!”
“I was content to have you instead,”
“…You get your hands dirty so you don’t have to cook, don’t you?”
The Scribe swipes him off his feet, carrying him to the bathroom, “Let’s get cleaned up before any of us starts cooking.”
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Alhaitham, thankfully, sticks to his word to cook this time around. After enjoying their meal together, Kaveh tells him about the project he was working on in the desert, even instructing Mehrak to show him the design of the building he was entrusted with. Kaveh has always been so passionate when it comes to his work, it’s undeniably rare to see an architect with such a genuine devotion to their job nowadays.
But if there’s something Kaveh loves more than his job, it is his profound desire to help others in need.
And that purest form of compassion always leads him to unfortunate events.
“But I’m lucky enough that I don’t have to pay a single mora back to Dori for this project,” he insists, “So… technically, my debt is… well, it doesn’t go up!”
Alhaitham sighs, “But it doesn’t go down either. Static doesn’t make it a win-win situation as you try to imply it is.”
“What other choice do I have?”
“Perhaps if you managed to keep yourself composed, you would have chosen the right option,” Kaveh pouts, knowing very well Alhaitham is right. He looks at him from above him, running his fingers through his silver locks, massaging his scalp lightly. “But, ah, what more do we have to offer to the table for our dear architect to actually listen to what I, a mere Scribe, have to say?”
“There are times when I actually listen and do what you say!”
“When exactly is that?”
“When… when I…” the blond chews on his lower lip for a moment before he looks away, though his fingers don't stop threading the scribe’s hair.
“Hm? Come to think of it. You do listen and do what I say when you’re so desperate to come.”
“Shut up!”
Kaveh feels heat creeping up to his face, he uses his other hand to cover Alhaitham’s mouth with his palm. He doesn’t know whether to be frustrated because he could feel Alhaitham smirking, and the bastard has the audacity to grab his hand and plant kisses on his knuckles.
“So you went for two weeks, without getting any form of payment at all?”
“Uh… I’ll consider their hospitality as their payment,” His heart flutters with the way Alhaitham so delicately kisses his fingers, tracing his lips around some of the rough edges that he got from his work. “I met Candace and Dehya there. They’re your ─ friends?”
“You can say that.”
“You actually have friends other than me, Cyno, Tighnari, and the Traveler?”
“There is still more to discover, hm?”
Alhaitham smiles as Kaveh caresses his cheek. For a moment, the world feels like it stops mid-motion, freezing them at the moment, and Kaveh feels his heart so full of love, overwhelmingly so, and fuck his tendency to be emotional ─ somehow it makes him want to cry. This is Alhaitham. The junior he spoke to at the library, his partner in the group project in their akademiya days, his once best friend, and now … everything is complicated. They didn’t exactly reconcile, but somehow, they are more than just friends. Perhaps it is safe to even say that they are lovers. What does he do to deserve this? The home Alhaitham so willingly offer him, letting him put his bill on his tab ─
“Stop thinking,” the junior says, “It’s loud.”
“I wasn’t… thinking,” Kaveh clears his throat. “Anyway, I can’t feel my legs! Get up!”
Alhaitham gets up then, sitting next to him instead, “Fine. I’m not done with you today, after all.”
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A day without a single bickering isn’t possible as long as both Kaveh and Alhaitham are in the same room. Even today, when everything has been so domestic and soft, they are at it again. Though this one feels a little more tolerable than most arguments they’ve had. Whatever it was about, Alhaitham couldn’t care less as they both stepped into the bathroom.
Kaveh is still murmuring about something as he takes his clothes off. Behind him, Alhaitham watches him quietly, and without a word, he pulls the older man into his embrace, just like earlier today before they made a mess in the kitchen. This time, he presses his growing erection against Kaveh’s plump ass.
“Archon, Alhaitham!” the blonde reprimands him for having a hard-on from watching him undress. “You insatiable bastard, stop getting horny!”
“The Archon has nothing to do with this,” Alhaitham murmurs against the expanse of his skin, kissing his nape to his shoulder. “Perhaps you should have given it much more thought before you promised something so dangerous. All yours for the entire day tomorrow, I believe that’s what you said.”
“Ah, ngh, wait…” The kisses and nibbles on his neck tickle, and when Alhaitham starts to play with his nipple, Kaveh closes his eyes and he has to steady himself by holding on to the Scribe’s thigh behind him. “At least… wait until we’re in the tub…”
A pinch to his nipple and a hard bite to his shoulder, “No.”
Even in this position, Alhaitham easily manhandles him. When he retracts his arms to begin undressing himself, Kaveh flutters his eyes open and he is greeted by his own reflection in the mirror. Alhaitham comes back behind him in no time, his rock hard cock sliding between his ass cheeks teasingly as he looks at the senior from the mirror.
The mirror itself is just the usual one people would have in their bathroom, it’s not too long nor too wide, but from the perfect distance and positioning, they are able to see themselves down to the thighs.
“Kaveh,” Alhaitham whispers in his ear, before he knows it he pushes his slicked fingers inside, where it’s still as soft as it was this afternoon. When did he even…? Kaveh's mind reels as he turns his head to the side, too shameful to look at himself while he’s being fucked open by his lover. Seeing Alhaitham in their intimate moments is what he’s used to, but seeing his own reflection as they do it? Kaveh suddenly feels so self-conscious.
Suddenly, the hand that was preoccupied with giving some attention to his nipple travels upward to grip his jaw, he turns his head again forward.
“Look at yourself,” Alhaitham demands as he pulls his fingers out, replacing the digits with his own cock. He pushes in slowly, “Look at how beautiful you are as I go right into you,”
Kaveh draws a long moan once Alhaitham fully sheathed himself, hands on his hips, they stilled for a few moments for the latter to watch the changes in his lover’s face.
“Look,”
The Scribe starts slow, making sure Kaveh could feel inch by inch as he moves inside of him.
“You are the epitome of beauty itself, your grace knows no bounds, the universe would yearn for your existence, yet you are binding yourself to me.”
He kisses his nape, grinding against his prostate.
“Kaveh, mine. All mine.”
The apparent hint of infatuation fills his heart with something else, something he couldn’t quite fathom ─ perhaps this is what Alhaitham feels all along. Kaveh moans in sheer pleasure as Alhaitham picks up the pace. He falls slightly forward and places his hands on the sink for leverage. He had been reluctant to watch how he falls apart in his lover’s mercy, but now it feels as if he’s being enchanted by the sight; he simply couldn’t look away as Alhaitham continues his quest to pleasure him.
“Haitham,” he gasps upon a particularly hard thrust against his bundle of nerves, his body shaking as jolts of pleasure electrify his whole being.
Kaveh hangs his head low the harder his thrusts become, Alhaitham then lets go of his hips and grabs a hold of his wrists instead, he yanks him until his back meets his broad chest again. The architect arches his back beautifully with the most lewd moan he’s ever heard.
Everything about Kaveh is intoxicating. His scent, his eyes, his lips, his voice, and the way he says his name, everything about Kaveh drives him insane.
Somewhere along the way Kaveh‘s hips jerk as he comes hard, strings of white falls to the floor. This time, Alhaitham gives him a moment, having something planned ahead as he always does. Kaveh appreciates it nonetheless, and he wiggles his hips once he’s ready to go again.
“My love,” Alhaitham nibbles on his ear, “I won’t hold back.”
“Please don’t,” he whispers back.
Alhaitham continues pistoning in and out in a relentless, merciless pace despite knowing full well that Kaveh is still very much sensitive, but he’s a man of his word; and thus he doesn’t hold back to chase his own high. It doesn’t take long, but Kaveh sure feels like it as his legs feel like a jelly, ready to give up.
“‘M close,” he grunts, eyes closed as he focuses solely on his release.
“Inside, Hayi, please,” Kaveh lets out a choked moan, squeezing the throbbing cock inside of him to stimulate him even further, and that works like magic as Alhaitham’s hips stutter, he stilled while finishing inside. The blonde gasps upon feeling the familiar sensation in his stomach, reaching his third orgasm today.
If it weren’t for Alhaitham’s strong arms holding him firmly in place, he would have fallen to the floor with a thud.
.
.
.
The exhaustion hits him hard once he flops onto his lover’s soft bed. Wearing the Scribe’s shirt that covers down to his thigh, Kaveh snuggles into the pillow that smells exactly like Alhaitham. Everything here smells like him. And now he will smell like him, too.
“Go to sleep,”
With a soft thump Alhaitham flops down next to him, immediately pulling the senior to his embrace as if it’s the most natural thing for him to do. Kaveh has half a mind to comment on how his body is sore all over, but the warmth and comfort that is being in his lover’s arms is enough. Who is he trying to fool, he enjoyed every second of it thoroughly. And if given another chance like this in the future, he’ll promise Alhaitham the same thing again.
“Hayi,”
“Hm,”
Kaveh turns his head slightly to look at him. His scarlet orbs are still as vibrant as it is in the light even when the room is dim. Maybe it’s the weariness, but Kaveh finds himself some courage when he decides to ask, “...are you mine?”
The abrupt question caught the Scribe off guard, more to the fact that Kaveh asked so casually, it is unlike the Kaveh he’s come to know at all. He supposes there’s always something new to discover, after all. There he is again feeling that same fuzzy feeling, yet his face remains unchanging.
“Am I yours?” he repeats the question in a contemplative manner, and he sees a flash of hurt in those beautiful red, so he kisses his hostile thoughts away since Kaveh has the tendency to listen to his own invalidating thoughts rather than to the truth others laid bare for him. “Every fiber in my being, they’re all yours.”
“...and your heart, too?”
Alhaitham intertwines their hands, he placed them right on where the senior’s beating heart is; this time he kisses the exposed skin of his shoulder.
“My heart, mind, body and soul,” and my life, “Everything if you’ll have me.”
Kaveh stares at him, snuggling back against him. The answer is more than enough, more than he had expected. “I love you, Haitham.”
“Go to sleep.” he says in final.
“Mm... Say it back, you jerk…” For once, there is no hint of vexation in his voice, though it certainly is laced with sleepiness.
The Scribe buries his face on his shoulder, eyes shutting close as he whispers softly, “I love you, too.”
He knows Kaveh drifts off to his slumber with a smile on his face.