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“Are… are you sure about this…?” Nerves tinged the edges of Kaveh’s voice at the question, bringing it to a near whisper, though high-pitched and slightly needy. It had Alhaitham tilting his head in curiosity, the corner of his lip twitching up in a teasing smirk.
Kaveh bit his lip, clearly anxious, and added, “We’ve… you- you know, we’ve never tried this yet, after all… I just…”
As much as he wanted to tease the man, he went quiet for a moment, taking stock of the situation lying pliant on the bed beneath him. Kaveh was naked aside from his usual shirt, having been ridden up during their earlier eagerness, wet cunt hot and needing. Alhaitham watched his senior’s chest rise and fall in quick succession. His lower lip twitched, fighting the urge to bite at the tender flesh while he squirmed beneath Alhaitham’s gaze. Kaveh’s hips shifted repeatedly, aching for friction and release that would not find him yet. It was one of those telltale signs that Kaveh was nervous but needy, Alhaitham could easily recognize the signs at this point. His eyes softened at the sight, and his confident smirk mellowed into a soft, soothing smile. Who was he to deny his senior anything?
“Is there any reason I wouldn’t be?” The scribe finally rebutted, voice equally as low, but sweet and spoken in a tone meant to soothe. The bedframe creaked as Alhaitham crowded into Kaveh’s space, leaning over him– almost threateningly so, Alhaitham supposed, considering how the blonde wrenched his eyes shut from nerves– but he only sweetly brushed the blonde locks away from Kaveh’s sweat-slicked forehead and pressed a sweet kiss against the skin. Kaveh immediately shivered at the gentle touch, a soft, shaky breath ghosting against Alhaitham’s face as the blonde relaxed beneath his touch. “Shh… I’ll make you feel good, Kaveh. Trust me.”
Alhaitham traced his hands down Kaveh’s body in a near reverent manner; from his stomach, to his hips, and then finally his thighs while he settled himself comfortably between Kaveh’s legs, eyes hungrily set on the blonde’s wet heat before him. He heard Kaveh sigh in bliss as Alhaitham traced the insides of his thighs with the pads of his fingers before suddenly gripping the undersides of them (a wave of pride swelling within him at Kaveh’s surprised squeak). He then slowly slung them over his own shoulders, locking them there with his arms so that his head would be caged in by the plush legs. He certainly wasn’t planning on going anywhere after all.
His hand smoothed over Kaveh’s hip again, causing the blonde to twitch and let out a strained breath at the sensual touch. Alhaitham’s hand sank lower and lower before his thumb finally brushed against his clit. Kaveh jerked near instantly into the pleasure, chasing it and accompanying the action with a loud and needy whine.
It was music to Alhaitham’s ears and only fueled his burning desire to pleasure the blonde.
“You’ve been working so hard lately,” Alhaitham cooed, punctuated by a sweet kiss to the inside of Kaveh’s leg, causing a slight tremor to run through his body. “Relax, I’ll make you feel good.”
Alhaitham surged forward, licking a stripe up from the base to the clit and wrapping his lips around the bud, earning himself a loud and heated moan from the blonde. It was a sound so blissful that Alhaitham couldn’t contain the low groan that rumbled through his chest (though it caused Kaveh to keen again from the vibrations). Deft fingers knotted delightfully into grey strands; soft legs squished around Alhaitham’s head, simultaneously pushing and pulling him closer to the pleasure point.
“Ooohhh… Haitham…! Good, that’s good- ahh…!” The blonde mewled as he writhed beneath Alhaitham’s ministrations. Coils of pride swirled up from the scribe’s gut, the very prospect of pleasing his beloved in such a way was all he ever needed.
Alhaitham experimentally dipped his tongue between wet folds, the subsequent mewling of the blonde, the sweat-slicked legs squishing around his head, the way Kaveh’s fingers tightened around grey locks and pulled and tugged at them… it was all so perfect, near heavenly, for Alhaitham. He was so hard it was painful; the wet patch blooming through his boxers was a testament to that. He absently shut his eyes and slowly ground his hips down into the mattress, letting the friction stoke the fire of pleasure growing in his gut. He continuously laved his tongue over the architect’s clit in a torturous pattern, letting the choir of Kaveh’s moans and pleas fall blissfully upon his ears. He groaned, once again, and Kaveh squirmed from the sudden vibrations with a sweet and high-pitched whine.
“Hai-tham! I-I’m close- so close… more, just a little- mmmnh!!” Thighs squeezed dangerously around the scribe’s head, pushing him ever closer to the wet heat and encouraging him to take all that the architect was. Alhaitham didn’t mind feeling greedy when it came to Kaveh. He would take everything Kaveh offered him, and he did, because the taste of Kaveh on his tongue was heavenly. He rounded out his lips and drank as the sweet, muffled keening sounds of Kaveh’s pleasure filled his head. Muffled? That wouldn’t do.
Begrudgingly, Alhaitham parted from Kaveh’s folds to better look at the architect, his thumb mischievously returning to slowly massage his senior’s sensitive bud in his mouth’s stead (eliciting another whine from the blonde). His mouth and chin were slick with Kaveh’s juices, and he watched with intent, half-lidded eyes as the blonde reddened and further hid his face behind his hands when Alhaitham licked his lips.
“Let me hear you,” the scribe whispered, reaching up to pull the architect’s hands away from his face.
“T-too much, Haitham… I’m…”
“One more,” Alhaitham spoke with finality. “Just one more for me, okay? Please.”
Kaveh nodded in acquiescence, lustful red eyes staring longingly into his own.
“Just… just wait, I’m still sensitiv-ahh-!” Kaveh was cut off with a loud moan as Alhaitham stretched Kaveh’s already loose cunt even further with a finger. Kaveh’s own fingers had returned to their rightful place, buried in Alhaitham’s hair, trying to bring him closer. Alhaitham naturally obliged, as if it were his sole purpose, pressed his lips just above the clit (delightfully feeling Kaveh’s hips jerk with it), and then returned his lips to his folds.
The scribe moaned, blissful with the taste of Kaveh on his tongue again. His finger was being coated further and further in the slick with each ministration. He slipped in another and felt Kaveh’s thighs once again squeeze tightly around him as the blonde’s head fell backwards. Alhaitham could not help but bask in his own love as he stares dreamily upon his lover from where he was situated between Kaveh’s legs, cataloging every little reaction his senior gives him, all for him.
“Ahh- Haitham- more, don’t stop! Please!” Kaveh mewled. His hips jerked, and Alhaitham used his free hand to steady his hips, much to Kaveh’s dismay judging by the indignant whine that left his lips. Alhaitham’s own hips ground into the bedsheets with heightened intensity, his face burning, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in his gut. He would certainly not last much longer like this. Every whine and whimper from the blonde had him aching and yearning so deeply to pull more and more saccharine noises. What a selfish and greedy man he had become in all the years Kaveh had his hold over him. He desired to have all of Kaveh, for Kaveh had all of him.
Alhaitham was only vaguely aware of Kaveh clutching onto silver locks for dear life, as if he would fall away into the abyss if he were to let go. The subtle pain every time Kaveh tugged on the strands had Alhaitham groaning around the wet warmth. Kaveh would subsequently cry out and buck his hips– or try to, Alhaitham’s hand was still steady on his hip while his other worked deft fingers into Kaveh’s cunt. It was a blissful rhythm of Kaveh crying and whining on his tongue, just barely teetering on the edge of the world while Alhaitham simultaneously heaved for breath and lapped at the wetness before it could dare to touch the bedsheets, refusing to part from the pleasure point.
Then, Alhaitham torturously curled his fingers, and Kaveh spasmed beneath him, nearly screaming from Alhaitham’s relentless ministrations. Alhaitham wrenched his eyes shut, short huffs and groans escaping through his nose as he ground his hips harder into the mattress beneath him. He was so close- so, so close.
“H-Hai- I’m- gonna… again… mmmnh!” Kaveh cried out as he finished for the second time, clenching around Alhaitham’s fingers and squeezing tightly around Alhaitham’s head to the point where it felt nearly crushing. The scribe pulled his hand away and desperately pulled Kaveh closer to his mouth by his hips. Alhaitham’s body seized up as he followed Kaveh over the edge, staining both his pants and the bedsheets with his spend.
Alhaitham pulled off, panting and gasping for breath as he rubbed soothing circles into Kaveh’s side to help him ride out his high. Eventually, Kaveh fell slack against the bed once the last waves of pleasure roiled through his body.
“One more…?” Alhaitham asked, halfway teasing. Kaveh flushed and lazily shook his head in response. A satisfied smirk found its way onto Alhaitham’s face as pride swirled in his gut.
The scribe affectionately laid his head against the architect’s thigh, staring intently into his senior’s captivating half-lidded and tear-filled red eyes. His hair was a mess and sticking to his face, which was painted such a lovely shade of red that Alhaitham found himself yearning for a Kamera so he could capture the vibrant shade forever.
Kaveh’s same hand that had been pulling the scribe’s hair for dear life was now rubbing gentle, soothing circles on the top of his head. Alhaitham couldn’t resist melting into the touch, his eyes fluttering shut as he nuzzled into the soft skin of Kaveh’s marked thigh.
“Come here,” Kaveh pleaded, his voice a near whisper, “I want to be held.” Alhaitham’s heart fluttered in his chest at the admission. He was truly a weak man when it came to Kaveh. Slowly, he rose from where he was settled between Kaveh’s legs and crawled his way up the bed to Kaveh’s side, letting the blonde curl up against him as he settled down, a hand loosely placed on the architect’s waist.
He watched Kaveh closely as he lazily wrapped himself around Alhaitham’s torso and nuzzled into his chest, settling down with his face hidden in the scribe’s neck.
“How are you feeling?” Alhaitham asked, bringing a hand up to gingerly brush blonde locks behind Kaveh’s ear.
“Tired,” the blonde mumbled in response, voice steeped with overstimulated exhaustion.
Alhaitham hummed in acknowledgement, shifting so that he could press another soft kiss to the architect’s forehead.
“No sleep just yet, you’re sticky and need to shower,” the scribe reminded, earning a muffled groan from the architect. “But, since you did so good for me today, I suppose I’ll let you rest for a few minutes. Rest well, ya hayati.”
“You are absolutely insufferable,” Kaveh hissed.
“Hmm, is that what you say to someone who just serviced you so nicely?”
“Fuck you.”
Another satisfied smirk graced Alhaitham’s face when Kaveh hid himself further in Alhaitham’s neck, no doubt flushing another pretty shade of red.
“Oh? Well that can be arranged if you’d rather not sleep-.”
“Good night, Alhaitham.” Kaveh spoke, a warning tone lacing his voice, before hiding himself completely from the scribe, signifying the conclusion of this particular act of banter.
Alhaitham chuckled to himself and nosed into Kaveh’s hair, letting the faint hints of Kaveh’s shampoo fill his senses and lull him off into a sleepy state; not quite asleep but not quite awake either.
A gentle “goodnight” rang distantly in his thoughts as his eyes fluttered shut, the taste of Kaveh still blissfully lingering on his tongue.