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“This is ridiculous,” comes the impatient voice of Alhaitham from the dining room of their shared home, sitting comfortably, waiting for his fiancé to come back.
“It’s not ridiculous, it’s tradition!” Kaveh calls out from the kitchen.
Sweet honey fills his nose as Alhaitham breathes in the aroma of baked goods and breakfast. His elbow rests on their antique oak dining table, denting a space in his cheek as he waits forwhatever surprises Kaveh has deemed necessary to celebrate his birthday.
“I don’t see how something so insignificant needs to be celebrated! People get older every other day, how is this any different?” Alhaitham asks, his words slightly muffled from his smushed cheek.
“Oh, hush!” Kaveh shushes as he comes out of the kitchen, cake and pancakes in hand like the doting partner he is.
Alhaitham’s eyes widen as they focus on the blonde’s playful swinging hips as he nears the table that Alhaitham is sitting at. He takes in his fiancé’s getup, dirtied apron and flour-covered hands. His eyes scan curves that dip inwards, accentuated by the tied bow of the man’s apron. His golden hair sways, auburn ends shimmering in the light of the flickering morning sun with every swish side to side of his head.
Alhaitham is entranced by the way Kaveh plates his food, the way slim fingers move to set the cake in front of him, the icing and frosting piped on perfectly. The attention to detail Kaveh insists on is ever so evident in each swirl of white sugary icing.
Kaveh puffs out his chest, hands on his hips, watching over his creations of the morning. He smiles from ear to ear with an expression Alhaitham could spend years falling in love with, over and over again.
“Yes, I’m beautiful, now look at what I made,” Kaveh huffs out, wiping his forehead.
“I’m glad you’re self-aware,” Alhaitham mutters, eyes glued to the man’s blushing face.
Kaveh seemingly taken aback flushes a deep red. “Okay, mister sweet-talker, eat up and blow out your candles, maybe you’ll get a gift in return,” Kaveh teases.
Alhaitham grins, he can’t hold it back anymore. He stands, letting one swift movement bring his soon-to-be husband closer. Seconds later, Kaveh is up against him, held down by his hips.
Kaveh yelps as Alhaitham moves his palms down to cover his bottom. “Watch your hands! Meal first, dessert later!” Kaveh emphasizes with a struggle, pushing at Alhaitham’s chest and scrambling to get away.
“Promise?” Alhaitham coos, moving subtly closer to the blonde’s red face.
Hands scramble to push against his chest. “Yes! Yes, gods! Go sit back down.”
Alhaitham follows the command, sitting back at the table to admire the spread.
He glances from the buttered golden-brown pancakes to the sunny-side eggs, before finally landing on the cake.
“Oh dear gods, why?” Alhaitham huffs out, exasperated. The cake, along with its intricate details, has icing piped in swirled lettering.
The cake reads, ‘Thx for eating me out for 1.5 hours’ in black buttercream.
“I’m just being grateful! Is that so bad?” Kaveh frowns playfully.
Alhaitham groans into his hands before lighting up as an idea forms in his mind. “Want a repeat?”
Kaveh widens his eyes, covering his face with a forearm as he hums and sits down next to him. “Well,” Kaveh clears his throat in an attempt to stabilize his shaky voice, “lucky for you, you get me all to yourself,” he says, leaning closer to Alhaitham.
“For the entire day?” Alhaitham asks as Kaveh wobbles his head from side to side, contemplating.
“Maybe not for the entire day, I’m still dragging you out to socialize like a functional human being.”
Alhaitham smiles, he by no means enjoys partaking in nonsensical outings with others, but, for his fiancé? He would do anything for this man, even if that meant smudging a drop of frosting across the other’s face out of mischievous false ire.
Kaveh scoffs as the soft buttercream smears on the button of his nose. “Alhaitham!”
“Payback,” he mutters, the corner of his lips pulling into an awkward smile as he cuts into the cake.
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“This doesn’t seem fair, it’s your birthday, not mine!” Kaveh yelps as he’s boosted into Alhaitham’s arms.
Alhaitham says nothing as he carries the blonde man into their shared quarters and drops him onto neatly made covers. He stays silent as he drops to his knees and remains that way as he proceeds to pinch and grab at the soft flesh of Kaveh’s thighs.
Kaveh whines in an attempt to refute the idea of being the one to receive. “Alhaitham… I was supposed to do all the work…”
Alhaitham smiles against Kaveh’s legs, “What if I want this to be my gift instead?” He asks as his fingers move to settle underneath the band of Kaveh’s pants.
“I– I mean, ah , that… that could be arranged I suppose,” Kaveh admits, defeated. Alhaitham hums at the back of his throat, the noise coming out low and gravelly.
He curses at himself internally as he takes in every curve and span of revealed pink skin. He pulls the tight pants down and off Kaveh, throwing the lump of fabric behind him as it hits the wall with a thump .
Alhaitham purrs, clearly pleased at the sight of his partner’s underwear already soaked from his arousal. The wet spot lining the centre of Kaveh’s lips, making it increasingly easy to take in the outline of his folds against the fabric.
Alhaitham lowers his mouth closer to Kaveh, fondling his thighs as he reaches into the band of his panties. Kaveh wanted to surprise Alhaitham with these, having just bought them a few days back. Now look at his position.
“Can I take these off?” Alhaitham asks, ever so polite.
“Fuck, yes please Haitham,” Kaveh begs, mewls more like.
Alhaitham strips his lover of his clothing quickly, wasting no time on unnecessary distractions. His mind focuses on one thing, and he makes a point to admire it, hunger in his eyes. His nails press into the blonde’s ass, eliciting a moan that’s very quickly turned into a yelp as he’s dragged closer to the frame of the bed and manhandled to spread his legs, allowing effortless access for the man in between them.
Alhaitham hovers above Kaveh’s wet folds before placing gentle kisses against them. Kaveh whimpers at the clear show of affection. “ Haitham … that’s just – just embarrassing, you don’t have to–”
“I want to,” He interrupts. “Will you allow me the pleasure of tasting you?”
“That sounds cheesy…” Kaveh huffs. “Yes, you can.”
“Wonderful,” Alhaitham says confidently, breathing the word into the skin of Kaveh’s inner thigh.
A full-body shiver wracks through Kaveh’s spine when fingertips graze his clit. He silently turns his head as a furious blush covers his face, his body reacting to each advance of Alhaitham’s tongue into his cunt.
He closes his eyes tightly as he accepts the swipe of Alhaitham’s tongue across his bundle of nerves, his hole fluttering around nothing. His breath stutters as the hot tongue in between his legs continues to explore.
His incoherent noises and moans grow louder as two fingers press against his sopping cunt.
Kaveh throws his head back as the stretch lights a flame throughout his nerve endings. Long skilled fingers pump themselves inside his needy hole thoroughly. “ Hng! Hah, Haitham!” Kaveh moans as Alhaitham’s wet tongue laps over his sex. Kaveh’s body is quivering with every prolonged moment of rapid onslaught of fingers and tongue working him towards climax faster and faster. Stray tears fall from his red-rimmed eyes down his flushed face as Alhaitham’s fingers curl up to abuse the tender soft spot inside his cunt, continuously pumping and thrusting into him until he’s nothing but a puddle of moans and needy hands.
Kaveh shoves a hand into silver-teal hair, tugging at Alhaitham’s scalp, pulling him in as close as possible. Kaveh’s thighs squeeze his head, almost smothering him impossibly closer to his soaked pussy. His noises go up an octave as he nears the edge. He bucks up into Alhaitham’s mouth and down onto his fingers, seeking the warmth that Alhaitham has given him for so long and Kaveh hopes for, for so much longer.
With one particularly harsh thrust of fingers, Kaveh comes on a cry. Alhaitham fingers him through it, lets his lover drink up the ecstasy and float in the endless bliss of his mind.
Eventually, he takes his mouth off of Kaveh’s clit with one final hard suck against the overstimulated bundle of nerves causing Kaveh to gasp bouts of air.
“Alhaitham!” Kaveh mewls.
“Couldn’t help myself,” he says with a huffed laugh.
Alhaitham kisses Kaveh’s inner thighs, pressing his lips against the soft span of the skin of Kaveh’s legs, cherishing and savouring the other’s body to memory.
Kaveh whines, “Haiyi?”
Another kiss. “Yes, my love?”
“Happy birthday.”