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He can hear it, just barely.
It could pass as a bug, some sort of flying insect whirring around in the summer heat, a steady thrum from the other side of the room.
In all honesty, it could nearly be calming, the white noise helping Kaveh keep his focus while he worked. Maybe next time, he’d gag him so that his desperate sounds wouldn't interrupt his work.
As it stands, Kaveh’s hands were trembling with excitement, trying to use a sturdy metal ruler to line up a long strip of thick paper and slice it with his knife. It was crooked—he wasn't getting much work done at all.
It’s fine though, productivity on this project was never his main goal for the night, instead, most of his focus was directed to Alhaitham, squirming and gasping on the armchair in their office. The way the desk was faced, even if Kaveh wasn’t looking at him directly, he could always spy his trembling from the corner of his eye.
“Kaveh,”
“Don’t interrupt my work, Alhaitham,”
With how worked up he was, he looked like he was ready to stand and walk over, sit himself in Kaveh’s lap and take what he wanted. His eyes burned with something,—a beg? Maybe a plea for mercy? He couldn't really be sure. Kaveh loved getting him to this point—not quite in his headspace enough to lie and take it, and not quite out of it to convincingly complain about it.
Of course, even if he wanted to, he wouldn't be able to come over to the other side of the room because Kaveh did what he could to make a work of art out of him.
He was tied firmly to the armchair, his back and arms secured tightly to the wooden backrest and his legs spread wide, each wrapped around a wooden post, keeping him immobile. He was also wearing his collar, of course, green leather that matched with the rope restraining him, wrapping his body beautifully. He looked delectable—Kaveh had to keep his head down, focusing on the blank sheets of paper in front of him just to stay sane.
With a wandering hand, he clicked on a random button on the remote, which, judging by the sob it tore out of the scribe, kicked up the levels of the vibrator inside him.
Right, there was that too. One tied to his cock, tight enough at the head to make sure he couldn't come, and one buried deep inside, making him drool sluggishly from the corner of his mouth.
Kaveh sat back, staring while Alhaitham’s head lolled, giving up as if he had no more strength to give, finally exhausted from the torment. His cock was red, leaking and wet—Kaveh wanted his mouth on it so badly—but that would have to wait for another time, it wasn’t part of the plan for the night.
Alhaitham shifted, as if to try and get away from that incessant buzzing, but with nowhere to go, he just managed to shift the vibrator in him, drawing out a pained groan from his lips followed by a gasping intake of breath—Kaveh’s never wanted him so bad.
“You look beautiful,” he commented quietly, watching the flush travel down the scribe's neck, though it seemed like he didn't have the energy to say anything in return.
“I’m nearly done here,” he shuffled around the blank sheets on his desk, as if he’d done anything other than throb and shift in his chair listening to his partner, “If you’re good, I’ll give you what you want after,”
The unspoken threat of not orgasming just wasn’t a possibility, Kaveh didn’t have the heart to do that to him, not when he had tears brimming in his eyes, and—
Oh, there it is, the tears spilled down his cheeks, cascading over flushed skin and dripping onto his bare chest. His moans turned to deep sobs, shuddering and shaking his frame within the ropes.
“Oh, azizam,”
His heart clenched, feeling a little sick to his stomach in the best way. It was that familiar curl of satisfaction in his stomach, twisted and just right, all he wanted was to break the man down and piece him back together, shatter him like glass and glue every shard with care.
He stood from the desk, walked over to sit on the arm of the chair, and pressed a cool hand against Alhaitham’s feverish skin, stomach flipping a little when the scribe chased after the small point of contact, head spinning when he sighed, as if his touch alone was easing him from the pain.
The collar at his throat bobbed as he swallowed dryly, Kaveh’s gift draping beautifully around his neck as if it was meant to be there, like it was a very part of his being.
He reached into his pocket, drawing out two remotes and lowering the settings, enough so that the glass glaze in Alhaitham’s eyes faded just a bit, enough to make eye contact with him and ask, “You remember your colours?”
He nodded, a little too quickly for Kaveh’s taste for the way he was still crying. He turned off the vibrators completely, reaching with both hands to brush the sweaty bangs from Alhaitham’s face with one, and fanning him lightly with the other to snap him out of his daze.
“Think about it, what’s your colour right now?”
It never hurt to be certain.
“Wanna come,” Alhaitham mumbled, eyes heavy-lidded and dizzy with the haze that washed over him when he was like this. His head lolled back again, only pulled forward by Kaveh’s hands so he could look the scribe in the eyes.
“Alhaitham?” he asked sweetly, blowing lightly in his face again to snap him out of his headspace a little, “Colour, azizam, where are you?”
His silver eyelashes fluttered, swallowing once and scrunching his eyebrows, an endearing habit of his when he thought hard about a problem. He wore the expression often when he was translating desert runes, only now, he was trying to determine his own limits.
“Yellow, it’s…”
Kaveh nodded, petting over his hair to soothe him.
“It’s a lot… want you…”
“Okay,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to Alhaitham’s wet cheek, stomach lurching when he whined from the chaste contact, “You can have me,” he kissed him again, salty tears on his lips, “I’m yours,”
He made quick work of the rope, untying the scribe’s legs and arms, massaging the tension out of them. By the end of it, Alhaitham was boneless, slumped against the armchair with his legs shaking. He’d bit back a groan while Kaveh brushed against his dick, removing both vibrators with extra care.
“Have you calmed down a little?” he asked, petting his cheek with the back of his hand, pinching the fat when Alhaitham’s groggy nod was just too cute to handle.
He felt a little bad though he knew it wasn't his fault, threatening Alhaitham with denial when he was approaching his limit. It was one of the risks whenever they played—he can’t read the other's mind, though he had a responsibility to go over their limits, especially when Alhaitham couldn’t do it by himself.
“You have options,” he climbed onto the armchair, straddling Alhaitham’s legs with his own, taking care not to brush against his sensitive cock.
“I can go fetch some oil and ride you right here,” he trailed his hands on the plane of his face, watching his eyes flutter shut when he brushed over his eyelids, “Or,”
“We can move to our room, and I’ll bend you over the bed,”
Alhaitham’s hips jumped from under him, “I don't think I can walk right now,” he said as an answer, smiling softly when Kaveh gripped him by the chin gently.
“You pervert, you’ve wanted to fuck me in the office since day one,”
As he walked away to grab the oil from the desk drawer, he heard Alhaitham mumbling a “sue me,” under his breath, smiling to himself.
“Snarky,” he shed his pants, reaching behind himself and climbing into Alhaitham’s lap while he did so, “Someone’s feeling more clear-headed,”
Alhaitham hummed, not looking quite so put together, but at least he wasn't as broken down as he seemed five minutes ago. Now that his mind was a little more pieced together, he was full of little comments.
“You never let me finger you,” he pouted, watching while Kaveh slipped the first finger into himself,
He frowned, “Be my guest,” slipping his finger out and handing the oil to Alhaitham, “It’s just, usually at this point you’re all out of it,”
The first press of Alhaitham’s finger is different. Longer and thicker than his own, it feels like more of a stretch. When he added the second finger, Kaveh already felt full, doing what he could to not rock back into the touch.
“What feels best?” Alhaitham asked, starting to pump his fingers in and out. Kaveh debated telling him, finding the fingers as they were more than enough, a little apprehensive about the prospect of more.
“Curl them, to the front—”
He cut himself off with a whimper, jerking a little when Alhaitham found that spot, prodding with the pads of his fingers.
“Oh good boy,” he shuddered again from the press, “you learn fast,”
Alhaitham flushed, mouth slackened a little from the praise and the show in front of him. He was so easy it made Kaveh sick, just a few kind words and he was putty.
“Do you like making me feel good?” he asked, cupping the scribe’s face and pressing a closed-mouth kiss to his lips, swallowing the gasp from his lungs when Kaveh clenched around the fingers inside of him.
“Add another,” he whispered, wincing around the last stretch then melting into it, moaning low and filthy while the three fingers pressed inside him, again and again.
The hips under him bucked with a muffled sound, jerking up to jostle Kaveh where he was sitting. His breathing was picking up again, more erratic and frantic, which wasn't surprising. He always got worked up fast watching Kaveh, and he’d been edged without release for at least an hour by now.
Alhaitham didn't say anything, but his gaze was hungry, not unlike a dog with a treat waved over its nose.
“Aw baby,” Kaveh cooed, “Can’t wait anymore?”
He wasn’t even touching him, but despite the lack of stimulation, Alhaitham looked desperate, jaw slack and starry-eyed while Kaveh rode his fingers, brows furrowing when he slipped out.
“Don't worry, I’ll give you what you need,”
He lined himself up and slowly lowered himself, gasping in tandem with Alhaitham, who looked like he was about to break all over again.
For a minute, he just sat there, flush with his ass against Alhaitham’s hips, foreheads pressed together so they were sharing one breath. Something that Kaveh loved more than anything else in the world was sitting like this with the scribe, chest to chest so their heartbeats resonated with one another, awfully intimate considering the torture Alhaitham was put through not even fifteen minutes ago.
Kaveh kissed him, dragging the tip of his tongue over Alhaitham’s chapped lips, nipping it lightly then kissing it better. Meanwhile, the other man was falling apart under him, whimpering with every minute movement, so dazed he could do nothing but open his mouth for Kaveh to play with, much less kiss back.
“Come whenever you want,” Kaveh murmured, “You did so well tonight, you deserve a reward,”
Alhaitham groaned, “Gonna be fast—” he warned, hips twitching while Kaveh began to truly move, raising himself with strong legs, twisting his hips in the way he knew Alhaitham liked best.
The scribe wasn't lying, it didn't take more than a few clever movements for him to bite into his lip, holding Kaveh’s waist tightly as he bucked into him, pressing so deep Kaveh couldn't help but bring a hand around to touch himself, kneading at his cock in a way that was just a little too much for him to handle.
“Oh— good—” he interrupted himself with a muffled moan, “You feel so good,”
He felt himself getting close, especially when he felt the trickle of Alhaitham’s cum slide down the inside of his thighs. Carefully, on shaking legs, he began to lift himself off his cock, not wanting to make things too overwhelming for the other, but he was interrupted—
“No,” Alhaitham whispered.
The word read as a command, but his tone was so softened it came out as a plea.
“I want to make you feel good,”
Kaveh’s eyes widened. Here he was trying to be nice, worried about overstimulating the scribe after having edged him to tears, but Alhaitham still wanted to please him, he still put Kaveh first.
After a moments hesitation, he nodded, “Go on, then,”
Soft fingers wrapped around his cock, pulling just right while Alhaitham screwed his eyes shut, fighting his own instinct to stop just for Kaveh’s pleasure.
It was quick, it didn't take much at all, not when Kaveh looked down at his face, all teary and pained just for him. And when he came and tightened around Alhaitham's length inside him, the scribe choked out a pained sound, sending heat throbbing straight to his core, lighting a fire in his chest that sang mine.
“All this just for me?” he panted, dragging a finger through the cum on his stomach and bringing it to Alhaitham’s lips. He didn’t have to say anything, the man opened his mouth obediently, licking it off with a tired hum.
“Anything, if it’s for you,” he said quietly, looking up at Kaveh like he was something truly special, like he was the one who painted the stars in the night sky.
—
They bathed, washing one another's hair, got dressed, towelling each other off, and climbed into bed, pressing skin to skin.
It was silent, Alhaitham draped with his head lying on Kaveh’s chest, boneless and heavy. He couldn't quite breathe properly, but he would rather die than move.
“Sometimes I think I love you too much,”
Kaveh whispered into the silence, a pit of worry festering in his stomach.
Alhaitham huffed a laugh, as if this deeply troubling thought was something humorous, mumbling back, “What do you mean too much,”
Kaveh sighed, “Too much, as in I get frustrated sometimes, like it’s not physically possible for me to be close enough to you,”
“I was inside you a half hour ago,”
“No, like,” Kaveh thought, a little anxious for no good reason, “I want to consume you, I want everything,”
“You have me—”
“I want to make myself sick with intimacy, I want to…”
He trailed off, not knowing how to explain the magnitude of how much he wanted, growing frustrated with himself .
“I get it,” Alhaitham mumbled against his chest. He could feel the hard thump of his heartbeat and wondered if the scribe could hear it.
“Love is elusive, it’s unquantifiable,” he explained, “Poets tried to describe it for years, and everything they write falls flat, but,”
He reached for Kaveh's hand and pressed a kiss to his wrist.
“I get it.”
Three words, but they soothed Kaveh’s worries, because he knew Alhaitham wouldn't say it if it wasn't true. The tension bled out of him, sinking into their pillows and taking the other man with him.
Their legs tangled together, heart on unyielding, battered heart, Kaveh hugged Alhaitham tight against him while they fell asleep, pressed so close it was hard to tell where one began and ended.
If he closed his eyes, he could pretend, if just for a moment, they were one.