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Alhaitham’s hot breath is on the column of Kaveh’s neck, nipping and biting as they stumble into a bedroom – whether his or Alhaitham’s, Kaveh isn’t sure, but it’s someone’s. It’s a bedroom, which is all that matters – desperate and wanting, their clothes shedding along the way.
“Fuck,” Kaveh breathes, as Alhaitham’s knee brushes his center, whining, needy. “Please, Haitham, it burns.”
Warmth courses through Kaveh’s body, uncomfortable, scorching. He hasn’t spent a heat without Alhathaim in a long time and he really doesn’t think he’ll make it through one without him. His body needs him on a primal level, which is kind of sort of a problem considering they’re nothing more than friends who fuck, to put it crudely, but Kaveh’s mind is too foggy to think clearly at the moment, the alcohol and the lust mixing together in haziness.
“I’m getting there, baby,” Alhaitham murmurs against his chest, kissing his way down.
He tugs off Kaveh’s shorts as he goes, his own shirt removed, making its home on the floor of their hallway for the remainder of the night.
“Look at you,” Alhaitham purrs as Kaveh’s shorts slide down, revealing his cock straining against his boxers. He presses a kiss to him and Kaveh squirms. “You’re gorgeous.”
Alhaitham straightens up, but before Kaveh can protest, he’s being pushed against a plush bed, and Alhaitham is standing over him, visible bulge in his pants. God, he’s so hot like this, muscles on full display. It only serves to make Kaveh all the more hard.
Alhaitham strips quickly; he must know how much pain Kaveh is in since he usually likes to put on a show. But Kaveh can’t wait; he needs him now.
His pants drop to the floor, his belt buckle clattering against it, and his cock springs to life, precum already dribbling out of the tip, and he settles in between Kaveh’s legs.
Kaveh feels like he might be forgetting something, but the rush is getting to his head and he’s too overwhelmed to think clearly, so he just pulls Alhaitham towards him, hoping he’ll get the message. Thankfully, he does, and he pulls away Kaveh’s underwear, the one barrier separating them.
The cold hits him and he twitches, needing stimulation, needing Alhaitham. He tries to convey this but it just comes out in a whine.
“I got you baby,” Alhaitham says as he leans up to capture Kaveh in a kiss, his hand reaching down and making contact with his throbbing cock, causing Kaveh to gasp into the kiss. Alhaitham strokes him up and down, greedily swallowing his moans as Kaveh comes undone.
As he picks up the pace, he has to use his other hand to hold Kaveh down by the hips to keep him from grinding up into his hand. Alhaitham’s mouth traces a path down from his lips to his jaw and his neck, covering them with a smattering of marks that will surely bruise over come morning.
“Haitham- Fuck-” Kaveh groans as he nears his release, rutting into his hand with increased urgency.
He comes with a sharp gasp and a full body shudder, spilling all over Alhaitham’s hand and down his thighs.
It’s not enough. Was it ever?
As he feels Alhatham start to pull away, he whines out, “More. Please Haitham, I need more.”
“I’m getting there,” Alhaitham says, sitting up on his knees and coating his own cock with Kaveh’s slick. Kaveh finds it absurdly hot.
He also makes sure to spread Kaveh’s slick over his asshole, pushing in with a thumb to lube him up with his own come.
Kaveh whines yet again. “Hurry.”
“Yes, yes,” Alhaitham reassures him.
Moments later, he feels something hard poking at his hole and he takes a deep breath as Alhaitham slowly pushes in. They both groan in unison at the feeling.
“Fuck you’re so tight,” Alhaitham groans, setting a slow rhythm.
Kaveh audibly sighs as the overbearing warmth slowly lessens instead to the feeling of being absolutely filled to the brim, Alhaitham managing to hit deeper inside him with every thrust.
Alhaitham’s hands find purchase on Kaveh’s hips as he steadies himself to begin ramming into him, picking up the pace and intensity.
Groans start leaving Kaveh’s mouth out of their own will; he’s unable to control the sounds. “F-f-fuck, Haitham, ahh!”
Alhaitham’s groans increase in sounds, in sync with the sound of their skin slapping together as his hips meet Kaveh’s.
“Fuck,” Alhaitham groans as Kaveh clenches around him, his rhythm stuttering slightly.
Kaveh can feel his release creeping up on him fast, sending him hurtling towards the edge.
Alhaitham’s hips stutter and buck wildly, the sign of his orgasm coming on, and sure enough, moments later, Kaveh can feel his seed explode deep inside him. This pushes him over the edge, and he comes once more, coating his stomach.
Alhaitham slumps against him, and Kaveh shouldn’t be thinking about how their bodies fit together perfectly, but that’s the one thought on his blissed out mind.
Alhaitham moves his hips just slightly to pull out, leaving Kaveh feeling empty and mourning the contact, the feeling of fullness. Come leaks out of him and onto the sheets, and they’re totally going to have to clean up this mess in the morning, but for now his heat is satisfied and all he wants to do is curl up in Alhaitham’s arms and sleep.
Unfortunately for him, Alhaitham has recovered, and he rolls off him, sitting up.
“Do you want water?” he asks, and Kaveh is mentally screaming. God, he’s so endearing. He just wants to kiss him so badly, but they never do outside of sex.
“Yes,” he says, instead of ‘kiss me,’ or ‘be mine.’ He’s hopeless, far too gone for this hunk of a man.
Alhaitham retreats into the kitchen to get water and Kaveh nuzzles into the pillows, finally recognizing the bed as Alhaitham’s. He buries his face into his pillows and breathes deep, inhaling his comforting scent.
And then Kaveh registers everything. He realizes what they’d forgotten. Alhaitham hadn’t worn a condom, and he hasn’t been taking his birth control.
All he can think is: Fuck.
And then he passes out.