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“Stop squirming,” Alhaitham growls, a deep and heavy sound straight to Kaveh’s eardrums with how close his lips are.
His grip tightens on Kaveh’s hip, undoubtedly leaving marks where his fingers are pressing almost painfully into the skin. Kaveh understands that he has no way to get away from Alhaitham’s insane strength, but that sure doesn’t mean he won’t try.
Alhaitham’s other hand is half-encircled around Kaveh’s torso, holding some book that Kaveh is too out of to really focus on, since Alhaitham is almost fully clothed behind him, save for his pants that gives way for his cock to bury itself to the brim inside Kaveh.
Kaveh tries — he grinds his hips down in hopes of any kind of friction he can get for some stimulation, but it’s barely effective with how strong Alhaitham’s grip on him is. If he dared to complain about it, Alhaitham would most likely say something along the lines of, “You’re the one who asked to cockwarm me, spoiled brat.”
He didn’t think it would be so hard, though. He’s stretched and full with his stupidly attractive and annoying roommate inside of him, while Alhaitham doesn’t seem to be fazed at all by that fact and continues flipping through the book leisurely.
Kaveh’s own cock is pathetically dripping onto the floor, making a mess that Alhaitham will insist on having him clean up later, but his wrists are bound behind his back and there’s no hope of touching himself for some relief either. Every passing second becomes more and more painful.
A whimper escapes Kaveh’s lips. “H-Haitham…”
“What?” Comes the nonchalant voice from behind him.
“Please…” Kaveh breathes, a whisper barely coherent enough to be heard, but Alhaitham picks it up enough to tighten his grip once again, and— Archons, his arms have no right to be that fucking sexy, when each squeeze has his veins showing from his knuckles, up his wrist, then—
“Surely,” Alhaitham whispers back, shifting in his seat very slightly, enough to bounce Kaveh on his lap, yet not enough for it to amount to any real relief, as a whine escapes Kaveh’s mouth. “You aren’t surrendering already?”
He’s teasing, he knows, yet he can’t deny that he gets off to it so much whenever Alhaitham spoils him with little things, despite how he denies enjoying his presence or existence — it doesn’t matter when they’re this close, skin on skin, when Alhaitham is in him.
It’s only been an hour, yet it feels like a whole day for Kaveh. He’s so hot and the air feels so stuffy and he needs, needs, needs—
“I need it,” Kaveh gapes. “Haitham. Please?”
Alhaitham clicks his tongue. “No.”
Kaveh lets out a defeated whine, but he begins struggling more, pulling at his binds even though it burns at his wrists — and Alhaitham’s grip is unrelenting but he continues to grind back at him to get a rise out of him — anything.
He knows it’s working, even if subtly, with the way Alhaitham’s breathing becomes labored, and lets out quiet grunts with every little shift on his lap, desperately trying to take more of him despite being filled to the brim.
“What did I say about squirming?” Alhaitham mutters, continuing to dig fingers into Kaveh’s hipbone. It definitely hurts now, and it’ll likely be hurting for a couple of days, but Kaveh is hardly paying attention to that.
“Y-You’re not giving me… what I want.”
“What makes you think you deserve it?” Alhaitham huffs a breath, slapping the skin right above where his pelvis meets Kaveh’s ass, and coaxes a flinching gasp out of his senior. “Brat.”
“I-I’m good— I’ll be good,” Kaveh gasps as Alhaitham shifts again, and this time, he’s sure that he’s doing it on purpose. “Haitham, I want you.”
“I need to put a gag on you too.”
“Fuck me, then. Make me lose my words. Make me scream.”
Something snaps in Alhaitham, because his eyes darken in an instant as he lets out a guttural sound, before taking both hands to force Kaveh up and onto the desk, the book he previously held dropping unceremoniously, until he has Kaveh bent over with his cock still lodged in his swollen hole.
Without allowing Kaveh to complain or even so much as to react, Alhaitham pulls out to the tip to thrust back in to the brim swiftly. Again, and again. Kaveh is powerless under the assault, moaning and whining like a bitch in heat, left to do nothing but take it.
Alhaitham grabs Kaveh by the nape to raise his head up, coaxing a choked sound out of him and the gasps that follow. “Is this what you wanted, slut?”
Tears well up in Kaveh’s eyes. It entices Alhaitham more than anything. “G-Gods, yes! H-Haitham… Shit!”
“So you can still talk. That’s no good.” Alhaitham slams him back down on the desk, taking his hips to meet his thrusts.
Alhaitham sets a punishing pace, as if putting all the pent-up frustration he had built up over the past hour into this, an angry blend of carnal desires, pounding into the man under him just to hear his sounds; making him scream as he had challenged him. Alhaitham has never been a quitter.
Kaveh comes first, spilling shamelessly all over the floor. He had been so sensitive before — should’ve figured he’d come so quickly and untouched. Alhaitham is not quite satisfied yet, though, so he has no plans of stopping until he reaches that high.
Alhaitham doesn’t slow down even after Kaveh recovers, unrelenting in everything he does — in the way he grips Kaveh’s waist, in the pounding of his hips until the air is filled with sounds of skin on skin and labored breathing — none of those things would stop him, and Kaveh knows this, because Alhaitham is irrationally stubborn.
“Haitham, I-I can’t—” Kaveh gasps weakly, slurring slightly with his hands balling into fists in their binds as he flips his head to the side, the side of his face scratching against the desk’s surface with every push. “Hah… Too much…”
“You’ll take it,” Alhaitham says, moving a hand back around his neck, squeezing it just enough to slightly hurt; just enough to make Kaveh splutter his next moan. “You’ll take it like the slut you are.”
Kaveh endures — like he always does. Even as his legs start shaking, Alhaitham is strong enough to hold him up. So when Alhaitham thrusts into him for the last time before spilling inside him, it feels like an eternity had gone by, and Kaveh can’t do anything but sigh as Alhaitham slowly pulls out, watching his cum overflow and drip out of Kaveh’s hole with a possessive look in his eyes.
Then his grip loosens and Kaveh falls, completely unbraced for the loss of balance. He hits the floor unceremoniously, throwing the dirtiest look he can manage at the younger man. “Meanie.”
“You have no right to call me names after what we just did,” Alhaitham says, pulling his pants back up, and it amazes Kaveh how he still looks completely presentable despite all that. “Clean yourself up.”
“My point stands,” Kaveh counters with a playful scowl. “At least untie me.”
Alhaitham rolls his eyes but does so, retrieving the rope for himself as Kaveh flexes his wrists, picking up the darn book he’d been reading and tucking it somewhere underneath his cape. “Just stay home today,” Alhaitham says, and in any other circumstance, Kaveh would suspect the tone he’s using to be fond.
But instead of entertaining the thought, Kaveh huffs. “Right.” As if he’d be able to walk anyway.
It doesn’t help that his partner is so quiet in comparison during sex. He knows Alhaitham is containing himself on purpose so that Kaveh can feel the humiliation tenfold. He doesn’t mind. He shouldn’t have expected anything less from the scribe.
Alhaitham is not as mysterious as he wants to be or pretends to be. Kaveh can see through all his made-up faces when he gazes into those eyes. Maybe that’s why he always looked away whenever Kaveh caught him staring.
He can’t help but wonder if the way he looks at him sometimes suggests there is more than lust between them.
Oh well. It’s a thought for another day, when Kaveh isn’t going to feel the pain in his bottom and be wobbling on his feet, and Alhaitham is as cold as ever when he leaves the house just like that.