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“Good boy.”
It’s his favorite thing to hear slip from Kaveh’s lips, echoing between the slick slaps of skin against skin and the moans and pants falling from both of their mouths. Haitham loves seeing Kaveh like this—splayed out beneath him but entirely in control, commanding his every move with the power of his personality, the love Haitham holds for him in his chest.
He’s soaking wet beneath the device fixed onto his pelvis, cock buried deep inside of his lover as Kaveh tells him what to do—adjust his pace slower or faster, change his angle a bit, lean back and let Kaveh toy with his body while the strap rests inside, keeping it warm as Haitham grows restless with want.
“Oh, you’re doing such a good job…” Kaveh runs his fingers through Haitham’s hair, brushing away soft bangs damp with sweat. Affection is evident in his eyes, gleaming with a mix of lust and love so potent it leaves Haitham’s heart skipping beats. If this was his end, he’d leave happily in the arms of his lover, bodies joined and legs brushing against one another as they lay in the soft sheets of their bed.
“Pick up the pace a little, won’t you? If you do a good job here, then I’ll give you a reward.”
The last part, his promise of reward, comes off of his tongue with a playful lilt to the words, sparking Haitham’s imagination and piquing his interest. Kaveh has a variety of ways to “reward” him in bed, and he’s always been creative when coming up with new ones. Would today be new or old?
He’s eager to find out.
With a snap of his hips, he drives his strap deeper into Kaveh’s body and his lover moans deeply when he strikes a pleasurable spot within him. A perfect angle, and he maintains it, setting a brutal pace. The base of his cock, secured in the harness he wears on his hips, presses against him as he fucks fast into Kaveh, and he whines at the feeling of it. A perfect pressure, just enough to stimulate him as he does this. Kaveh hums, looking up at him when his ears catch the sound, and reaches forward to brush his hands against Haitham’s chest, feeling at his pectorals.
“Is it alright if I touch you here, baby? I want you to feel good too.”
He nods, shutting his eyes as he lets Kaveh guide him. Deft fingertips trace around the swell of his muscle and then find themselves at his nipple, teasing it with small squeezes and light touches. It’s exciting and he can’t help but moan despite his desire to put up a stony front, to focus solely on pleasing Kaveh.
“Don’t quiet yourself.” Kaveh chides, freeing one hand to hold his cheek softly and sliding a finger against his lips, feeling the moans leaving Haitham’s mouth as they are drawn out by the motions of Haitham’s hips and his own finger, toying with Haitham’s chest. “It’s more exciting for me when I get to hear your sounds, so loud and pathetic. You’re such a quiet person, usually—it’s fun for me to see you fall apart. Don’t you want that, baby? For me to have fun?”
“Yes.” He lands out between moans, jerking his hips forward to chase the pressure of the device against his body as well as the sight and sound of Kaveh’s pleasure. Tanned cheeks flush red and a sharp moan falls from Kaveh’s lips when he slams into that spot again, distracting the elder from his chattiness.
“Mm, you’re getting even better at this.” He moans, biting his lip. “Been doing hip thrusts at the gym just for me? Your dedication is enticing.”
Haitham feels his face turn scarlet at the implication that he had been training his body to further pleasure Kaveh—and yet he can’t bring himself to deny it. To deny that the thought of how he could grow to better serve his lover wasn’t always at the back of his mind when he trained, or when he studied the motions of the body, or when he felt himself getting stronger.
Kaveh grins, filling his silence with glee.
“Oh? How adorable. You’ve always been such an insolent junior, but I see you’re coming around now. Or so I’d hope, at least.”
“I—” He starts, unsure of whether he is planning to deny Kaveh’s teasing accusations or attempt to return with his own, but before he can utter a word, Kaveh shushes him with a finger.
“No need to argue.” He says, voice both soft and commanding. “I’m getting close, so why don’t you focus your pretty little head on helping me finish instead.”
Weak as ever, Haitham obliges. He wraps a hand around Kaveh’s cock, straining against his stomach, and pumps it in time with his own thrusts, pounding desperately against his lover’s body. Kaveh leans back into the bed, back arching with the force of the combined pleasure—and yet, despite his lover’s distraction, Haitham feels no desire to disobey. His obedience is comfortable, satisfying. Bringing Kaveh to orgasm just the way that he wants him to, like a good boy.
Fuck.
He wants to hear it from Kaveh’s mouth, badly.
A whine sounds out in the room as he picks up his pace yet again, hips slamming harder, fist moving faster around Kaveh’s cock. Kaveh’s breaths grow louder, harsher, as the pleasure drowns his thoughts, a sensation that Haitham knows well, and Kaveh graces him with one final smile, glazed with daze and lust, approving and thankful, before uttering the words that spell his ending.
“Good boy, Haitham.”
As Kaveh spills onto his hand, Haitham’s hips stutter, coming to an orgasm of his own. He’s soaked, dripping all over the strap and himself, and he breathes hard as he pulls it out of Kaveh, careful not to overstimulate his lover’s tired body.
The bedroom grows quiet. Kaveh groans, rolling over onto his side, and stretches out his limbs. Haitham watches, eyes following every etch of muscle and fold of skin on his body.
“Did you enjoy that?” Kaveh asks, after taking a moment of rest. His face and body are shiny with sweat but he still looks divine, mussed hair only giving an impression of having been involved in some lecherous activities rather than mess or laziness. An answer is stuck in Haitham’s throat, although he wants to speak.
Yes, yes, I felt so good. I hope you felt good too.
Kaveh laughs, sitting up.
“I can see it in your face.” His smile curves even wider, eyes dimming yet again. “Do you remember my promise? You did such a good job, I felt so good. I think you deserve a reward for your efforts.”
Haitham sits still on his knees, trying not to look too eager.
“Lay back.” Kaveh commands, shifting his place on the bed to sit before Haitham, holding himself up with his arms. “And take that off.” He cocks his head towards the strap, still secured to his body.
He obeys, and when the strap peels off from his body, it comes with a trail of slick fluid between the base and his vulva. Kaveh watches with rapt attention.
He’s long-since grown comfortable with Kaveh’s love of his body. It was difficult, at first, and sometimes it still is—but Kaveh is never anything but accommodating, always willing to do what Haitham needs as much as he does the same for Kaveh.
Kaveh hums, leaning down. He presses a kiss to the inside of Haitham’s thigh, massaging his fingers into the muscles, and then rests his face above the lips, hot breath sending waves of pleasure to Haitham’s brain.
“Does my baby want this as a reward?” He asks, biding his time by resting his face against Haitham’s stomach as he waits for Haitham’s brain to come up with an intelligent response. For a few moments, he just stares, captivated by the sight of Kaveh beneath him. And then he nods his head, face flushing as he presses his thighs closer, ushering Kaveh in.
The first lick is tentative, slow. Kaveh waits for his reaction, and when it’s nothing but a sharp breath withheld he continues, drawing his tongue along the first set of folds before him. Slick wetness drips from his tongue and more follows after it, from between his legs onto the bed. It should be shameful, really, just how much more aroused he had become from a single swipe of Kaveh’s tongue—but in the same moment, it is not at all surprising because this is Kaveh.
Kaveh, who was his first friend. Kaveh, who was his first heartbreak. Kaveh, who he’d found face-down in a bar when they reconnected, and Kaveh, who manages to bring out emotions in him that he was not aware he could ever have. Kaveh has always been an exception in the rules of Haitham’s life—it is unsurprising, therefore, that he’d break Haitham’s expectations in bed as well.
Noticing just how excited for this little reward his lover is, Kaveh dives in with eagerness in every flick of his tongue. Haitham’s breath catches. Kaveh is excellent at this, controlled movements and targeted sucks, licks, bites, leave him reeling as he reaches down to hold Kaveh by the roots of his hair, to pull him closer or push him away he is not sure.
As soon as Haitham’s fingers touch a single strand, Kaveh swats them away.
“No.” He commands Haitham, mouth shining and wet with Haitham’s fluids. “This is my reward to you; you’ll take what I give.”
Hands now tucked against the pillow behind him, grabbing onto it with an iron strong grip, he spreads his legs wider. Kaveh goes down again, licking with more fervor than ever. Every tremble of Haitham’s legs is met with a squeeze from Kaveh’s hands. Every whine or whimper noted by a nip to his thigh. Every twitch of his body beneath Kaveh’s teeth and tongue followed by a hot breath and a silent laugh, a smile against his skin.
He’s running hot, and every second more that Kaveh spends between his legs he grows hotter. His approaching orgasm is taking more effort than the previous, but the slow rise allows him to indulge in the sensation even longer. The sounds Kaveh’s mouth makes against him are lewd, but drowned out by his own moans, which quickly grow loud enough that he worries their neighbors, or poor passersby outside, may hear.
“Kaveh!” He shouts, the name coming out like a prayer, a plea to above. “Please—”
Kaveh hums as he licks, and the vibrations send a jolt of pleasure up Haitham’s spine, bringing him ever closer to the edge. As if he can tell—which Kaveh probably can, to speak realistically—Kaveh speeds up his movements, tongue circling around his clit and hands pressing into his thighs. It’s too much—far too much.
Haitham cums with a cry, legs tightening around Kaveh’s head despite his best wishes to keep them apart and obey his lover’s earlier orders to let him lead this reward. After a few moments of riding out his orgasm, grinding against Kaveh’s willing mouth, the pleasure fades and he spreads his legs again so Kaveh can get air. He wonders, briefly, if the man will admonish him for his disobedience. Instead, Kaveh smiles, resting his head against Haitham’s hip bones. He can feel the wetness rubbing off of Kaveh’s mouth and onto his body, dirtying him further, but he doesn’t mind it, not when it’s him.
“Such a good boy.” Kaveh praises, staring at him. “You fucked me so hard I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk off of the bed. Not that you’re faring much better, by the looks of it.”
Haitham rolls his eyes.
“Would you like me to assist you?”
Kaveh laughs, turning over and motioning for Haitham to cuddle with him. He complies, letting Kaveh rest his head on his chest with an arm wrapped around Kaveh’s head, idly playing with long strands of blond hair. Kaveh is too preoccupied with admiring his body to say anything if he minds it. Soft hands follow the lines on his chest where he knows there is still some scar tissue left. It’s not a particularly sensitive area of his body, or anything that he considers particularly special, either, but Kaveh had always been fascinated by him—from these scars, to the jut of his nose, to the marks on his legs and the tone of his muscle.
“I love you.” Kaveh mutters, face pressed into his chest. The sound of his voice rumbles against Haitham’s skin and he can’t help but let out a quiet laugh at the sensation. A small smile curls up on his lips, and Kaveh watches it with a matching grin of his own.
“I love you too.” He answers.