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The buns are in the oven and Kaveh wipes the excess white powder on his upper thighs. It’s hard enough to use the cramped, communal oven of his dorm, but he makes do. After all, he’s used to maximizing small spaces.
Soon, the smell of freshly baked rolls emerges from the oven like an ostrich poking its head out of the sand. It alerts other hungry college students of food and soon the crowded kitchen is swarmed.
“Thanks, Kaveh, you’re the best!” says Nilou.
“You didn’t add enough Rukkashava mushroom to the focaccia,” Scaramouche grumbles even as he devours it like that meme cat who opens its mouth like nom nom nom.
One by one, Kaveh’s fellow dorm mates take their share and leave. Kaveh is glad to feed his friends, but his heart sinks like concave dough when he realizes that the one person he wanted to feed hasn’t come yet.
After all, the specially made poppyseed bagels are still sitting on the baking rack, sad and lonely and empty. Kaveh sighs and grabs a plate, heading upstairs in search of a familiar gray head of hair.
He doesn’t bother knocking because he’s acutely familiar with this room and the door is unlocked. But what he sees shocks him to his core.
The tall male before him is grunting like a sickly frog as he thrusts like a mechanical piston. His slutty biceps are exposed by a tight muscle tee, and he’s wearing pants that show off his ass that is voluptuous like over-proofed bread, but he’s clearly pulled them down for this sacrilegious act.
Kaveh can’t hide the pathetic whimper that escapes him as he realizes that this man is cheating on him! Under the same roof of the same dorm that they live in and fuck in.
The tall man whips his gray hair around and stares into Kaveh’s crimson eyes in shock.
“Kaveh!” he says, and Kaveh can see the telltale signs of Alhaitham coming.
Kaveh can’t help but sob. “I can’t believe you’re cheating on me!”
Alhaitham looks at him with scrutinizing turquoise eyes. “There’s no one else here.”
Confused, Kaveh realizes that even though Alhaitham is clearly busy, there is no other person in the room. Still, Alhaitham only gets off when he’s with Kaveh; neither of them have needed to jack off since they started hooking up and subsequently dating, because the other one is always needy.
Alhaitham slowly turns around, and Kaveh can see a curious looking ring wrapped around Alhaitham’s long schlong. His sadness transforms into curiosity.
“What is that?”
As he approaches Alhaitham, he can see that it’s not one ring, but rather, a bagel cut open with a donut between the two halves. The bagel is an asiago cheese bagel which is the finest of all bagels, and the donut is one of those donuts with pink frosting and sprinkles.
“A donut bagel sandwich,” Alhaitham growls sexily. “Needed to come and all bread reminds me of your hole because it’s like a bagel: holy.”
Kaveh feels himself hardening and rising like proofing dough at Alhaitham’s words. It’s the sexiest thing he’s ever seen or heard, and that’s even with Alhaitham’s bedroom chicken squawks.
“Fuck me like one of your donut bagel sandwiches,” he begs.
Alhaitham’s gaze is as sharp as one of Kaveh’s butcher knives. He takes a step closer, the donut bagel sandwich still around Alhaitham’s erect cock.
“On your knees, slutty whore,” Alhaitham orders. Kaveh drops immediately like the insides of an egg being cracked into the mixing bowl.
“Eat the bagel,” Alhaitham says, and Kaveh wants to so badly. He is salivating like Timothée Chalatmet in the presence of a chocolate croissant. “But don’t even think about touching yourself.”
The red tip of Alhaitham’s angry cock protrudes from the hole of the donut bagel sandwich. Kaveh licks up until he feels the rotundness of the bagel and nibbles on it.
“Good boy,” Alhaitham praises. His hand fists Kaveh’s blond locks and guides the delicate man to move faster.
“Mm, so good,” Kaveh moans between a mouthful of bagel and Alhaitham’s cock.
“Yeah, eat it all,” he taunts. “Or would you rather eat it glazed, huh, baby?”
“Anything, daddy, just give it to me.”
“Ravenous whore,” Alhaitham says affectionately, before forcing Kaveh to take more of him.
Soon, most of the donut bagel sandwich is gone, but Kaveh is still hungry for more. Alhaitham realizes this too and yanks Kaveh up, furiously undressing the small man.
“Butter my biscuits, daddy,” Kaveh whines like a needy whore.
“Sure thing, buttercup,” Alhaitham says. “Don’t even need the butter, you’re so ready.”
He plunges into Kaveh’s hold like a cookie cutter into cookie dough. Alhaitham is as hard as a crouton and Kaveh is his salad dressing because he moistens Alhaitham.
Kaveh can feel the bits of crumbs on Alhaitham’s schlong, giving a fun extra texture to the sensation of getting his brains fucked out. He moans because Alhaitham is so big.
“I hope I don’t get a yeast infection,” Kaveh moans.
“Let’s get a bun in your oven instead,” Alhaitham says. “I’m going to mix my sperm with your eggs like a KitchenAid mixing stand. Only $229.99 on the KitchenAid website.”
That sentence ends up being Kaveh’s downfall. Nothing turns him on like a KitchenAid mixer and the way that it gyrates in such a hypnotizing motion. Alhaitham is like the whisk attachment right now because all the crumbs give him more texture—though sometimes he is the hook and sometimes he is the paddle—but in any situation, he is irresistible to Kaveh.
“Ah, let’s get this bread!” Kaveh cries as he comes.
In response, Alhaitham yowls like a cat in heat. “Awooga!”
After they both come down from their high, from the thin walls next door, Kaveh and Alhaitham can hear the yells of “Shrooms!” and “TCG Invocation!” from their horny neighbors.
“Hey, little honey bun, remember how you wanted to add in some more people to this healthy mix of grains?” Alhaitham asks. “I think we just found them.”