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Alhaitham and Kaveh have stumbled into an… agreement, of sorts.
It certainly wasn’t Kaveh’s idea, of course. But, after a rare night in which Alhaitham allowed himself to let loose for once in his life and drink some wine, the two of them had fallen into bed together and—did it. Copulated, made love, tumbled through hay, fucked—whatever the kids are calling it these days, Kaveh doesn’t know.
Kaveh vividly remembers the shine in Alhaitham’s eyes as he tugged him under the covers and asked—no, begged— Kaveh if he could please, pretty please, kiss him. And Kaveh is nothing if not a kind senior, so he had placated him with soothing words and open-mouthed kisses until Alhaitham couldn’t speak anymore.
Kaveh also remembers the pounding headache he awoke to the next morning. He also remembers the way he chalked the whole thing up to a strange, vivid dream when he woke up to an empty bed, only to find Alhaitham sitting in the kitchen with his shirt off, eating a bowl of gruel. He had hickies lining his throat and bite marks across his chest, and Kaveh didn’t need to look too hard to tell that he was sitting awkwardly—the way someone who recently had rough, dirty sex did.
Kaveh had assumed Alhaitham would either A. pretend it never happened or B. say it was a one off thing, never to be discussed again, but instead Alhaitham had proposed a contract: when either of them needed some stress relief, they could find solace in each other’s bodies. “Mutually beneficial,” Alhaitham called it. More like mutually-assured destruction, Kaveh thought. But when sex with Alhaitham felt this good, Kaveh couldn’t say no.
And so when Alhaitham bursts into Kaveh’s room in a huff and asks, “Are you clean?” Kaveh doesn’t immediately slap him away.
“Hello, Alhaitham. How was your day?” Kaveh replies, not even turning to make eye contact. “My day was fine, thanks for asking.”
Alhaitham crosses his arms. “I didn’t ask you how your day was, I asked if you washed your ass today.”
Kaveh blushes and turns around. “You have no sense of propriety! You can’t just come out and—“
Alhaitham raises an eyebrow impatiently.
Sighing, Kaveh lowers his head. “Yeah. I did. But this conversation isn’t ov-er!!” The last syllable of his sentence echoes loudly through the room as Alhaitham rushes at him, pulling Kaveh forward by a harsh grip around his waist. “What—are you doing, you brute!”
Alhaitham heeds him no mind, running a hand up his spine to settle at the back of his neck. He uses his grasp to direct Kaveh’s head where he wants it so he can press a biting kiss to Kaveh’s lips.
Kaveh, shocked at Alhaitham’s sudden movement, opens his mouth in surprise. Alhaitham takes advantage and licks into his mouth.
“Woah!” Kaveh cries out, pushing back as far as Alhaitham’s arm allows him to. “What’s this all about?”
Alhaitham seems almost upset that Kaveh’s pulled away, pouting imperceptibly. Kaveh smirks, reaching a hand up to grab at Alhaitham’s face. He shakes his head around, laughing at the furrow of Alhaitham’s brows. “Aw, poor baby’s excited, huh?”
“Stop,” Alhaitham says through gritted teeth. Kaveh squishes his cheeks harder, just to spite him.
His face looks ridiculous like this—all scrunched up in irritation. Kaveh’s heart constricts at the look in Alhaitham’s eyes, and to distract himself from the weird feeling, he leans up and bites Alhaitham’s lip. When Alhaitham opens his mouth to complain, he kisses him quiet.
“You started this,” Kaveh says when they pull apart, chests heaving for breath. “Means you have to finish it.”
Alhaitham nods and lets Kaveh go, stepping back to begin unbuttoning Kaveh’s shirt. Kaveh bats his hands away. “I can do that myself,” he complains.
“Fine. I’m going to get the oil from the bathroom, and when I get back, you should be on the bed. Naked,” Alhaitham declares.
When Alhaitham turns his back, Kaveh starts undoing his shirt, mimicking, “You should be on the bed.” He snorts. “You’re so full of yourself.”
Regardless, when Alhaitham returns, Kaveh is splayed out, covering his bare cock with a hand. “Finally. You took forever, you know.”
Alhaitham is stripped down to his underwear, and with his free hand he grips his own half-hard erection. In his other hand is a bottle of lubricating oil. Kaveh’s dick twitches at the sight—how sad.
“I want to try something,” Alhaitham begins, pushing his underwear down and stepping out of them.
“Oh?”
“I’ll lay down, and you lay on top of me.” Alhaitham manhandles Kaveh into position and nods his head. “Yes, just like this.”
Kaveh vaguely hears the sound of his own blood rushing to his head. “What kind of position is this?!” He cries, outraged.
Alhaitham lays flat on his back, while Kaveh faces away from Alhaitham and rests his knees on either side of Alhaitham’s chest. He awkwardly tries to find a way to keep his weight off of Alhaitham’s sternum, but Alhaitham grabs Kaveh’s hips and pulls him forward until Kaveh has no choice but to sit down fully.
“I heard about it,” Alhaitham offers. “Wanted to try it.”
“What are we even supposed to do like this?” Kaveh questions. Contrary to popular belief, Kaveh’s never been one to sleep around—and, true to popular belief, neither has Alhaitham—and so the two of them were equally unaware about sex and everything it has to offer. Still, Kaveh’s heard whispers—about what people have done with each other or want to do to someone else. This, however, is something Kaveh’s never even thought about.
“You can do whatever you want,” Alhaitham answers.
Kaveh considers this. The way that Alhaitham lay left his cock revealed and vulnerable, and if he leaned forward a little, Kaveh could certainly fit it into his mouth. Mind made up, Kaveh braces himself with a hand on Althaitham’s thigh and begins to lean forward—
Only to jump in surprise when he felt cold air on his asshole.
“Oh!” He yelps. “I’m sorry, Alhaitham!” He sits back up immediately, face bright red. Holy shit , he thinks. I just shoved my asshole in Alhaitham’s face!
Kaveh expects Alhaitham to push him off, to tell him to get out of his house and never come back. Instead, Alhaitham’s hands tighten almost painfully around Kaveh’s hips and angle his ass up. Kaveh whips his head around to see that Alhaitham is staring, almost transfixed, at his ass. “What are you doing?!” He cries.
“Calm down,” Alhaitham responds, voice as monotone as ever. “Lean down again.”
What the fuck.
Feeling as if his brain might start melting out of his ears, Kaveh does as he says. Shockingly, Alhaitham’s dick is harder than it was just a few seconds ago. “Why are you hard?!” Kaveh asks. Alhaitham’s dick twitches. “Why are you getting harder!”
Alhaitham’s cock is hard enough to stand on its own, and to Kaveh’s dismay, as he speaks, it catches on his bottom lip. “What the fuck,” Kaveh repeats, this time out loud. “You’re a pervert!”
“Are you going to suck my dick or not?”
“Fuck you,” Kaveh hisses, but wraps his hand around the base of Alhaitham’s dick nonetheless. He strokes Alhaitham once, twice, running his thumb against the head to get some precome to lubricate the slide, then tilts his head and licks, almost shyly, at a vein on the side of his cock.
Alhaitham exhales heavily. They’re so close that Kaveh feels his breath on his hole.
Under Kaveh’s hands, Alhaitham’s thighs tense, but other than that, he gives no reaction as Kaveh presses kiss after kiss to the shaft of his cock. If Kaveh didn’t know Alhaitham so well, he’d feel a little nervous at the lack of communication—but he can read Alhaitham better than anyone, and knows that he’s enjoying this as much as Kaveh.
After teasing Alhaitham for a few minutes, Kaveh finally opens his mouth to let Alhaitham’s cock in. Alhaitham’s legs spread wider, as if to give Kaveh more space.
Kaveh sucks on what fits in his mouth and strokes what doesn’t, reminding himself not to get embarrassed when he begins to drool around Alhaitham’s cock. Alhaitham likes it a little messy, Kaveh tells himself. If he didn’t like it, he’d stop it immediately.
Despite his assurances to himself, Kaveh flushes when he goes down a little too far and gags. He pushes off and looks over his shoulder at Alhaitham. “Couldn’t I have done this how we usually do it?” Kaveh complains, hiding his mortification in an argument.
Alhaitham raises an eyebrow. “No. I’m enjoying the show,” he responds. “Continue.”
“Asshole,” Kaveh mutters, returning to the matter at hand.
Kaveh tenses when Alhaitham’s hands move from his hips to his ass, pulling his cheeks apart. When he makes to move off, one of Alhaitham’s thighs swings to trap his head, pushing him further down his cock.
“Mmf!” Kaveh chokes, breathing heavily through his nose.
“Did you know,” Alhaitham starts, “that when you start to choke, your hole clenches?” His tone is even, as if he was making a statement about the clearness of the sky.
Kaveh struggles against Alhaitham’s thigh, reaching a hand behind him to swat at Alhaitham’s chest. When he lets up, Kaveh gasps for breath. “You… mother… fucker!” Kaveh grunts.
“Did you not like that?” Alhaitham questions. “But your dick is so hard.”
Kaveh moans as Alhaitham’s fingers fondle his cock, pinching the head between his thumb and index finger.
“You have to tell me if you want me to stop, Kaveh,” Alhaitham continues. “I won’t know unless you say anything.”
He pulls his hand away, and Kaveh collapses against his chest. “Noo,” he groans. “Do that again!”
“So you did like it,” Alhaitham says, purposefully feigning ignorance. “Okay, I’ll do it again. Hit me three times if you want me to stop.”
With that as his warning, Alhaitham wraps his thighs around Kaveh’s head and brings him down to his cock. He keeps his thighs there, pushing him down until his nose is nestled in his crotch.
This is the farthest Kaveh’s ever taken Alhaitham’s dick, he thinks faintly. He pushes up, but is quickly brought down again by Alhaitham’s infuriatingly strong thighs.
Archons above, this may be the hottest thing Alhaitham’s ever done to him.
Kaveh gasps for air around Alhaitham’s dick, but with his throat obstructed, he can’t get enough to breathe. Through it all, Kaveh keeps his hands firmly planted on the outside of Alhaitham’s thighs.
Alhaitham’s hands grope Kaveh’s cheeks, exposing his asshole. When Kaveh starts to choke, Alhaitham taps at the furl of his hole with a thumb, causing Kaveh to shudder. “See? You’re so tight back here.” Alhaitham taps again. “Can’t even get in.”
Black spots fill Kaveh’s vision. He moves a hand down to grab his own cock for some relief, and nearly shakes apart when Alhaitham bats his hand away. “You need both hands in case you start to pass out,” he informs him. “If you want to come, it’ll have to be without the use of your hands.” Then he taps again, finger pressing in just slightly.
This time, when Kaveh struggles to get up, Alhaitham doesn’t stop him. “Holy—“ Kaveh coughs, grabbing at his throat. “Alhaitham—“
“I wonder,” Alhaitham muses. “You said you cleaned yourself, right?”
Kaveh whirls around. “What part of our conversation earlier did you not understand?!” he shouts, voice cracking.
Alhaitham’s face is bright red, flush even down to his chest. Even though he sounds cool and collected when Kaveh’s back is turned, he can’t hide the effects his arousal have on his body—namely, the full body blush and the nearly purple erection. The two of them make eye contact before Alhaitham scoots backwards on the bed so his head is propped up by Kaveh’s abundance of pillows. Kaveh yelps at the movement and is sent sprawling back, legs still spread around Alhaitham.
“Come back here,” Alhaitham demands, voice deep. He grasps Kaveh’s ankles and tugs hard .
Kaveh settles back into his previous position, this time with his body completely pressed against Alhaitham’s. He has to hold himself against gravity so as not to completely slide down Alhaitham’s torso, and tucks his head against Alhaitham’s thigh just to be more comfortable.
“Archons above, Kaveh,” Alhaitham groans. His arms are wrapped almost protectively around Kaveh’s back, stopping him from moving around.
“You’re so weird,” Kaveh hisses. “When you’re done… looking, or whatever the hell it is you’re doing, I’m so going to hit you!”
Alhaitham doesn’t respond; instead, he pulls Kaveh’s cheeks apart and blows a gust of air on his hole.
“Ah!” Kaveh jumps. “What!”
Alhaitham presses a kiss to Kaveh’s thigh, then to the base of his spine. He licks at the curve of skin where cheek meets leg, and then kisses Kaveh’s balls.
Kaveh thinks, for a second, that he’s going to take Kaveh’s cock into his mouth, but that idea leaves his brain when something cool presses against his hole.
At first, it feels like a finger, wet with lube. But then it leaves and comes back, pressing harder, and it hits Kaveh: this is Alhaitham’s tongue.
“Archons—Alhaitham!” Kaveh shouts “That’s—nasty! Gross!”
Alhaitham licks a line from his balls, past his perineum, and settles back at his hole. There’s a vibration, like a moan, and then Alhaitham’s tongue traces a circle into the rim of his hole.
“Holy shit,” Kaveh groans.
“Taste so good,” Alhaitham finally speaks. “Just for me.”
What is Kaveh even supposed to say to that?!
Turns out, Kaveh doesn’t have to say anything except moan, because Alhaitham kisses his rim and licks at it again, and again, and again.
“Ah—Ahhhhlhaitham!” Kaveh’s moan turns into a cry of Alhaitham’s name.
“Gonna make you come on my tongue,” Alhaitham says, and it sounds like a promise. Only problem is, Kaveh’s never came untouched—and Alhaitham knows this, because he likes to try every time he fucks him.
But with Alhaitham’s tongue pressed against his rim, Kaveh thinks almost startlingly that he may just be able to, this time.
On a pass over his hole, Alhaitham’s tongue slips past the rim and enters. Kaveh shouts in surprise and his arms shudder dangerously. Sweat slips down the curve of Kaveh’s spine.
Alhaitham’s tongue is relentless. It fucks as deep as it can go into Kaveh, then retreats to lick up the saliva that slips out. Alhaitham himself is more effected than Kaveh’s seen him in a while; his nails bite into Kaveh’s skin, his cock twitches next to Kaveh’s head, and he makes nearly inaudible moans.
Kaveh cries out, more turned on than he can ever remember. He’s near the edge of a climax, but he’s not there yet. “Al—haitham, Haitham, need more,” he says, trembling.
Alhaitham shakes his head, tongue moving from side to side. The message is clear: You’re coming untouched, or not at all .
Kaveh whines. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he sees Alhaitham’s cock, head dark and veins bulging. Alhaitham’s so hard it has to hurt. Unthinkingly, Kaveh sucks it down.
Alhaitham’s responding groan is so loud, it makes Kaveh see stars.
In a move similar to earlier, Alhaitham locks Kaveh’s head in between his legs, clenching his thighs tight. Kaveh gags as his cock pushes into his throat and continues to push, and his arms collapse. Kaveh swallows around the intrusion and tries to collect himself, only for Alhaitham to continue licking into Kaveh with renewed fervor. Almost as a side note, a finger joins his tongue, opening him wider and, either by luck or on purpose, pressing directly onto his prostate.
It turns out, that’s all it takes for Kaveh to come.
Kaveh sobs around Alhaitham’s cock as fireworks explode behind his eyes. His orgasm seems to go on forever. He shakes and trembles, but through it all, Alhaitham keeps fucking into him.
When he finally comes down from his orgasm, he pushes away Alhaitham’s thighs and tries to move away from Alhaitham’s ridiculous tongue. But Alhaitham’s arms are still wrapped tightly around him, and they keep him pressed against his mouth.
“Haitham,” Kaveh groans, drooling and unable to control it. “No—no more!”
Alhaitham pretends not to hear and continues to lick into him.
Kaveh hisses in oversensitivity. “Too much!” he cries, but Alhaitham is unstoppable. Groaning, Alhaitham reaches a hand down to grip at his own cock and jerks himself quickly. It only takes a few strokes before he comes—all over Kaveh’s face.
Kaveh blinks, unseeing, as Alhaitham presses one final kiss to his hole.
Alhaitham sets Kaveh off to the side and turns him over. He leaves the room, returns a second later with a wet washcloth, which he uses to wipe down Kaveh’s face. Then he wipes off his own chest, which is covered in Kaveh’s come and his own saliva. He throws it off to the side and tucks himself into Kaveh’s side, throwing his leg over Kaveh’s side haphazardly.
Kaveh brings a shaky hand up to pat at Alhaitham’s head. Then he falls asleep.
He wakes up to the sound of running water, and opens his eyes to discover he’s alone. Kaveh stands up—desperately ignoring how his legs feel like they’re about to give out—and follows the sound to the bathroom.
Kaveh slides open the shower curtain and joins Alhaitham, who stands under the spray of water with his eyes closed. “You’re so selfish,” Kaveh jeers, pushing Alhaitham away from the water. “You couldn’t even draw a bath for me?”
“You were asleep,” explains Alhaitham. “It would have gone cold by the time you woke up.”
“Jeez, not if you ran it this hot,” Kaveh replies. “Don’t you feel like you’re about to pass out? This water’s way too hot!”
“It was cold,” Alhaitham says.
Kaveh sends him a glare over his shoulder, tinkering with the hot and cold water knobs until the water is an acceptable temperature. He squirts out some soap onto the palm of his hand and lathers it, then makes a ‘come here’ gesture at Alhaitham.
Alhaitham obliges, leaning down slightly so Kaveh can scratch at his scap. He wraps his arms around Kaveh’s waist and drops his head onto Kaveh’s shoulder.
“Hm. You’re practically snoring, you know,” Kaveh teases.
Alhaitham doesn’t respond, but he kisses Kaveh’s collarbone and raises his head so Kaveh can wash the shampoo out of Alhaitham’s hair.
Kaveh lets Alhaitham laze about as he scrubs at his body with a towel covered in soap, then forces shampoo into his hand and raises it to his own head. “Here. You’re too lazy, sometimes.”
“Oh, I’m lazy?”
“Yes! You wouldn’t know hard work if it hit you across the head, you know.”
The two of them bicker at each other as they bathe, and continue to argue as they towel each other down. It isn’t until they’re clothed in pajamas and tucked into Alhaitham’s bed that Kaveh realizes what just happened.
“Wait!” Kaveh cries before he nods off to sleep. Alhaitham startles next to him. “What even brought that on in the first place?!”
Alhaitham frowns. “Huh?”
“Why did you…you know, do that?!”
Alhaitham’s eyes light up in understanding. “I heard some students talking about it the other day, and wanted to see what all the hype was about.”
Kaveh scowls. “Ew, you pervert, why were you listening to the students talk about sex?”
Alhaitham sighs, pulling Kaveh close so he’s held close to his chest. “Go to sleep,” he says in lieu of an answer.
“Hey! I asked you a question!” Kaveh says, petulant, but goes willingly.
They still have tomorrow to talk, after all.