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It was the third time Haitham read the same line again.
He holds the impression it's late and sure thing, when he looks at the clock on the wall it marks 2:45AM. He continued reading, the book was not that interesting but since he started he might as well finish it.
The clock ticked 3AM and the book was doing nothing to distract him about the displeasing lateness of his roomate. While he glanced at ‘ The Process of Evolution And It’s Role On The Anatomical Differences of Forest and Desert Born Sumpter Beasts ’, he wondered if Kaveh got in trouble on the way home, maybe he got scammed by people thinking he had money on him or… and there goes another line read but not comprehended.
The book was closed with an audible thud .
That's enough.
Kaveh needed sleep, badly if he may be frank.
He meant to go home hours ago but could not refuse his client's invitation for a few drinks to commemorate the smooth conclusion of their project. Fortunately Mr. Behnam excused himself not long after a few cups saying his wife might be waiting at home, and Kaveh breathed a sigh of relief.
That’s when a junior from Kshrewar stumbled into him.
"Oh? Senior Kaveh! It's so good to meet you here! Common and pay a drink for this poor student who doesn't have a penny to their name, please?"
If only he knew his senior also didn't have a penny to his name too, but Kaveh’s reputation prevented him from saying that out loud, and certainly not while still in front of a client that, although not a current one anymore, could always commision him for another project in the future.
"Sure!” he said while internally cursing his bad luck “I just finished with Mr. Behnam, it was a pleasure sir" Mr. Behnam happily went his way while Kaveh got unceremoniously pushed by the arm to a close table.
The student was clearly already a little inebriated and almost sat down on his lap whilst already asking Lambard for a drink in Kaveh’s name, the latter thanked the tavern owner with a pitiful look for not commenting anything about whose tab Kaveh generally drinks from.
"My senior is the best, I had no one to drink with and you had to be so kind” the boy batted his eyelashes at him.
Kaveh was no stranger to the meaning behind these actions, he actually saw through their meaning from the very start, still that didn't prevent him from getting angry because he was sleep deprived and the last thing he wanted was someone all over him. Besides, he already had someone, and though he wasn’t very well versed in the art of saying the word "no", there’s always a limit for everything, in this case the fact the guy was on his personal space was more than enough to piss him off.
“Payam, is that right?" Kaveh started with a forced smile as to not cause a scene "Look, I’m flattered but-"
“I’m sorry senior!” Payam said with eyes full of tears cutting him halfway “My boyfriend just left me, my friends are all on his side and I’m s-so alone, my parents also are having a hard time paying for my stay in the city, I have no one not even to listen to me”
And just like that Kaveh’s resolution and concrete plan to excuse himself and go home got utterly shattered, after all, wasn't he someone just like that not long ago? A weeping mess of his with no money and no one to listen to his sorrows? He couldn't just be so cruel and leave him in that state. Making the best from the worst he would just try to keep physical distance and listen for a while longer before then finally heading home for his most anticipated sleep.
Still, Kaveh hope’s a certain someone wouldn’t be too mad at him.
Sumeru streets were naturally quiet at this hour, some crickets and wildlife were the only sounds keeping up with Alhaitham’s steps. The city was much more enjoyable like that, he thought, no loud vendors or stupid idle chatting assaulting his ears.
By the time he got to the tavern even the nightlife seemed to quiet down in slumber on account of the late hour.
But the interior of the tavern was a different matter from the outside, there was music, chatter, the clatter of silverware and cups and… someone almost on top of his boyfriend.
Alhaitham contemplated the best course of action before doing anything, he didn’t even need to be careful at all as he got close to the table where Kaveh, and an unimportant akademiya student, were seated with their backs to him, to promptly start to listening to the conversation.
Kaveh’s expressions was anything but inconspicuous and he was openly wearing a constricted fake smile, clearly uncomfortable, while physically trying to distance himself but being restricted by the wall. However in spite of the clear signs that didn’t seem to bother the student who by each phrase he said wandered his hand somewhere on Kaveh's body, sometimes on his arm, others in his hair, also in his thigh, and Alhaitham could care less about the gullible story about having no money or companion that made his roommate stay out of relatable pity for so long.
“The professor was wrong in failing my project!” said the man, his hand thankfully playing with his drink now “Senior Kaveh, how do you think I should’ve positioned the bed? Because I made sure to follow this Liyue’s practice of furniture arrangement and I’m correct in every aspect-"
“It’s illogical to follow Liyue’s norms for layout when, according to the briefing you presented, your client was clearly from Sumeru city and had no interest in other nations aside for liking Liyue’s painting style, therefore the professor stands correct for failing a project curated solely on your personal preferences” the student was annoyed for being interrupted but turned paler by the minute after noticing the one talking was none other than the akademiya grand scribe, the one who was also very recently acting grand sage.
“Alhaitham?!” Kaveh yelled exasperated at being found in such a compromising situation.
The scribe surely enjoyed the distressed look on the architect's face, but his own face transpired nothing while he totally ignored him and continued to rebuke the student.
“I also believe I saw your 'ex boyfriend' with another guy on an alley in the vicinity of Zubayr Theater”
There was no need to say more before the nameless student scurried out of the tavern missing the satisfied look on the scribe's face as he looked at Kaveh, who seemed to have lost his ability to talk by wanting to say too many things at the same time.
Kaveh's face went from exasperated to utter horror as, while he couldn't decide how to begin to explain himself, Alhaitham simply took a turn and left the tavern too.
It took the architect a minute to snap out and run in order to keep up with the scribe (with his stupid long legs!) and that also seemed to spun his tongue in action too.
“WAIT!
Alhaitham!
Look!
I mean,
It wasn’t what it seemed (?!), you know? Like, whatever it seemed to you, it wasn’t it, ok? I mean, argh! I wouldn’t!
Iwouldneverinmylifeeverthinkaboutcheatingonyou PLEASE!”
A dog started barking when Kaveh's explanatory rant grew louder and higher in pitch as he got more and more nervous by not receiving a single gesture of acknowledgement by the other, not even a angry side eye.
“Are you even listening to me?! Please, Alhaitham, listen to me, uh? I didn’t mean to stay, but first Mr. Behnam wanted to commemorate with a few drinks and after that I was ready to go home if only that junior haven't asked me to pay for his drink in front of my client, also I was aware of his intentions since the beginning, I mean, not that I was open to them, I could just see, I mean it in the way I saw that and wanted to dismiss him, but then he started to talk about his situation and I couldn't let him be alone in such a miserable state, you know? Anyways after that he got me caged in my seat by the wall, ok?! I couldn't leave without causing a scene!"
By now sleep had completely evaded Kaveh while he stumbled with his words, desperate for them to go through the scribe. They entered their home and still he kept piteously explaining himself without receiving a sign of acknowledgement.
“Are you mad?” he finally asked, anxious about the response.
That at least earned him a sharp and accusing side eye.
“Oh god you are mad!” he stated the obvious.
Alhaitham wasn’t, well, just irritated by Kaveh's disposition to want to hold the world in his hands and solve everyones problems, but that's nothing new. He believed Kaveh, he saw and listed enough to have no doubt about the architect's fidelity. However, archons knows why Kaveh couldn’t assume good things from him, so bear him with whatever assumption that head of his concluded, and if that made him plead pathetically for forgiveness so be it.
“Please, I’ll do whatever it takes for you to forgive me, ok? Please say something .”
He wasn’t mad, but damn he was enjoying the show. So why not continue it?
“Whatever it takes ” Alhaitham quoted the other slowly “Do you realize the weight of your words?” he asked.
“I do! I mean it!” Kaveh promptly answered.
When he was young, people would often criticize Alhaitham for his lack of emotional and facial expression, especially how he wasn’t prone to smile, much less laugh. Yet, he has also never held the urge to do so so much in his life as much as at that moment. Instead, he held the urge and got very close to the blonde till only a few centimeters separated their bodies. Kaveh took a sharp breath.
“Will you do everything I want, no questioning, without protesting nor disobeying senior?” he asked, looking directly into those ruby eyes.
“I-I will!” Kaveh stuttered, he was losing this little battle if the direction of his gaze to Alhaitham's lips was anything to go by.
“Will you?”
The scribe got even closer, whispering directly into Kaveh's ear.
"You will." he asserted.
This made the blonde tremble a little. " Pathetic ." thought Alhaitham. And he loved him so.
Whatever sanity Kaveh possessed before was gone now. No sleepiness, tiredness, nothing besides the though of how good Alhaitham looked and sounded and smelled right now. He sure was used to Alhaitham’s annoying, infuriating and headstrong nature, however, he had never seen the other looking so… bossy, so his brain held no more coherent thoughts besides the ringing alarms about how hot that was.
“Y-yes”
Alhaitham thought that was a good reaction.
“Lay down and take your pants off," Alhaitham commanded "Only half off”
They were still in the living room, but the divan was comfortable and spacious enough. Kaveh did as he was told, already sporting a hard on. Still pathetic, more so for not realizing this has been Alhaitham's plan since the beginning.
“You’re not allowed to touch yourself nor come, no matter how badly you want it, or how good it feels, understood?”
Alhaitham first took his boots off, then his pants and underwear. After that he sat on top of Kaveh’s abdomen, knocking the breath out of him from the a little higher than usual position. He was purposefully missing the blonde’s cock that laid hard on his own stomach.
Unconsciously about to lay his hands on the other thighs by reflex, Kaveh was denied by Alhaitham batting his hands away.
“Not allowed to touch me too.” chided the scribe.
“This man is evil, truly evil!” Kaveh thought. He didn’t know what to do with his hands. If touching his boyfriend while they're so close and he looked so good was out of question, there was nothing else to do if not give up and let his hands rest by the sides of his head, as if he had been rendered at gunpoint. He only looked, and he wished his eyes could make him feel.
Bending over, Alhaitham kissed Kaveh as he pleased while the latter could only whimper and wonder about how he was already in such a messy state when he wasn’t even being properly touched.
“Remember what I said,” Alhaitham grabbed his hair, hard “you’re not allowed to come” there were tears in the architect's eyes “because if you do, you might as well just pack your things and leave this house.”
And Kaveh moaned.
Alhaitham drank the sound as if it was the sweetest of treats, making sure to leave marks of appreciation on the blonde's neck after those saccharine sounds were uttered. He wanted more. More sounds, more of Kaveh being pitifully horny, squirming under him. He wanted to see him beg, and plead, see him implore for mercy by his hand, and his hand only, just for him.
Kaveh’s legs were trapped by his own pants and Alhaitham’s massive weight, his dick was so hard it was almost unbearable, and now the bastard started touching himself (!!), a hand on his dick going up and down and the other playing with a single nipple, slowly, as if he had no hurry. So close to the blonde, yet he. couldn’t. touch.
He was fucked.
“Say dear senior, did you have fun?”
“?!!” Kaveh expressed more than made an incoherent sound.
Alhaitham smirked. Seems like his senior, the one who loves to talk so much now wasn’t capable of refuting him with words.
“Don’t give me this expression," Alhaitham scolded between little ah's of pleasure "you know very well aah fuck" hearing the scribe swear did unspeakable things to Kaveh "that I’m talking about the attention from that student”
The scribe's hands, those pristine hands, now moved and both played with his nipples.
“Of course not!!!” Kaveh's face was totally red as he spluttered to answer.
“You certainly did, he was all over you while I was here, Kaveh," after his name the architect let out a particularly pitiful moan "all alone.”
“Please, I’m sorry, I meant to come ho-”
But Alhaitham would not have him talk now, without looking behind him he grabbed the blonde’s dick with one hand and gave it a single stroke. Kaveh almost mewled for finally being touched.
“ Please ”
“I waited for you, couldn’t pay attention to my book, hoping you would open the door at any moment, I even-" he paused and fingered his wet hole with the hand that was touching the other's dick mere seconds ago. "-prepared myself for you ah ”
The wet sound produced by his fingers could be as loud as thunder right in that room, it was pornographic.
Oh Kaveh needed him, needed to be inside him so so bad he was going crazy with want.
“Haitham please please please please ” the architect voiced a chain of pleas, too gone for anything else.
But the devilish scribe only gave a dont touch warn again and bendend his whole body putting his chest on full display mere centimeters away from the blonde’s face in order to gain better access to his own insides, all while fucking himself and moaning Kaveh’s name.
Kaveh had to act and get Alhaitham to touch him or do something about him right now.
“I beg you, please, uh? Haitham, please let me touch, let me, I want you, want you so bad please” the sound of tearing fabric echoed through the room from how hard the architect was holding the pillows trying to hold himself.
“Kaveh” Alhaitham said, straightening his body and suddenly a little serious.
“Yes, me.” wept the blonde.
“Are you sorry?”
“Yes! I’m sorry baby please ” and oh he was almost crying.
“If you’re really sorry," Alhaitham started "you will be good"
"I will! I promise! I'll be good just for you!"
"Good, so you'll stay nice and hard for me till I get satisfied, do you understand?”
“ Haitham ” the blonde said his name almost like a prayer.
And no more was said because the next second Alhaitham held his dick and sat on it in one go. Kaveh actually screamed together with the scribe's loud moan. It felt so good he was afraid he might pass out, so soft and so warm, his walls hugged his dick so tightly he could never get enough of the feeling.
Kaveh didn't have time to recover because not long after the scribe started riding him without a care for the world, moaning like a bitch in heat, the strong muscles of his thighs flexing and extending, sweat on his body. The black shirt he wore was now too much so he grabbed the hem and bit it exposing his abs and supple chest, they bounced a little along with his body.
The vision was too much, Kaveh wanted to come, but he was on the wrong and needed to be good for Alhaitham to make up for leaving him waiting so long for him, yet Alhaitham bouncing on his cock felt so good.
His hands had nowhere to go, they grabbed the pillows, held his hair and eventually he laid them down crossed on top of his own chest while whimpering and crying as if he was some young maiden losing her virginity.
In contrast the scribe’s hands were everywhere except where Kaveh needed them. First they were on his chest, then on Kaveh’s chest and then not touching him at all, resting on the bed besides his legs to have enough
“ Haitham. ” whined Kaveh.
Alhaitham wished he could take a photo of his piteous boyfriend.
The sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room. The scribe squeezed the architect's cock eagerly, lifting himself all the way up until only the head was inside, and letting gravity drop his weight down.
The scribe could feel he was close. He now understood why Kaveh liked so much to turn him into an incoherent drooling mess everytime they fucked, it felt satisfying to know that you were the one responsible for making your partner feel so good they lost touch with reality itself, so he didn't even need to touch himself to come and paint Kaveh's shirt with his spent to the sound of his boyfriend whimpering.
As he basked in the afterglow an irrational part of Alhaitham wished the architect would wear that shirt the next time he found that stupid student, branded with his cum and the smell of their lovemaking.
“Wouldn’t it be nice if I made you wear this tomorrow…” Alhaitham said as he let go of his own shirt and relaxed.
“ Alhaitham please ” whined Kaveh.
The scribe contemplated if he should take pity on the architect and allow him release. Kaveh was being so good to him, not a word of complaint nor a single snarky remark, still so hard and throbbing inside him.
Though he would never admit out loud, he loved the feeling of being filled by Kaveh. Sometimes he would beg the blonde to fuck him excruciatingly slow just to feel every little movement of his cock inside him, it’s delicious slide against his walls, it’s warmth, and how it touched all the good places as if Kaveh was custom made just for him. It’s only slowly too that he could take note of the blonde’s small reactions while at it, like the creasing of his brows as he entered, the grunt of pleasure as he would tighten around him, the intensity of his eyes always attentive and making sure his partner was feeling as good as him. Alhaitham was no artist, yet he wished he could paint Kaveh’s every expression.
Just thinking about it got Alhaitham half hard again, and the idea of letting the architect release went out the drain. “ Looks like luck isn’t really by your side tonight my love ” he thought as he gave an experimental bounce again, making Kaveh moan loud enough to wake the neighbors.
“If you keep being this good I might allow you to come soon” he said.
And on was he again, up and down, making sure to go as high as he could and drop as hard as he wanted. Kaveh would shiver every time his head got caught against the other’s rim, and moan when he got down. Alhaitham’s thighs, although pure muscle, were starting to tire, so he used the bed again to have enough power to continue bouncing.
Kaveh looked stunning. His gorgeous hair in disarray formed a halo framing his face, some of it stuck to his forehead and neck with sweat, droplets of tears shined accumulated on his long eyelashes and made his eyes all the more alluring. He moaned and begged, and moaned some more incomprehensible words. The scribe wondered how much longer he could keep this.
“P-plwease” Kaveh sobbed.
Kaveh literally sobbed, covering his face with his hands in shame. That was finally enough to make Alhaitham take pity on him. Heat was pooling on his stomach as he knew he was close to orgasm again, watching the man he loved break down and wail.
He bended forward and kissed the blonde’s hand open mouthed before straightening again, bracing himself against the bed behind him, and riding him in earnest.
“Come, come with me ah, Kaveh! Kaveh!! Kaveh!!!!”
And come they did. Kaveh filled Alhaitham’s insides to the brim while the other delightfully spasmed around his member, he filled Alhaitham with load after load as if it had no end, some of it dropping on his legs and the bed under him, making a mess, still with his hands on his face while saying “yes, yes, yes” non stop the whole time, being also painted by his lover cum again.
Alhaitham was spent, his legs ached. Even so he batted his lover's hands away from his face and kissed him passionately. They were both still out of breath but none of this mattered, there was no reason to hurry now. Kaveh kissed him like all the words justification he couldn’t say could now be condensed in the act.
When they separated, the scribe sighed.
“I’m not mad at you.” Alhaitham said, resting his head down on his hands on top of Kaveh’s chest. It was best to make it clear after all.
Kaveh smiled tenderly, caressing his face.
“I know.” he said.
The scribe’s eyes widened.
“At first I really believed you, you know? Your face was really scary!” he exclaimed, seemingly back to his normal self. “But sometime around the time you told me to take my pants off, well, I realized.” he laughed with a mischievous face.
“And you said nothing? Why?” Alhaitham was amused.
“And lose the opportunity of having the grand scribe bouncing on my cock?!” Kaveh boasted, victoriously.
This time Alhaitham couldn't hold it and let out a soft laugh. He was in love with an idiot. His idiot.
“Oh my god, was that a laugh?!” Kaveh straightened up and sat down suddenly taking Alhaitham with him, holding him by the shoulder “Did you just laugh?!”
“Shut up.” Alhaitham kissed him softly to shut him up, but Kaveh could still feel his smile against his lips.
Whilst the outside world was just waking up, these two lovebirds were just going to sleep.