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Walking beneath the early evening sky, Alhaitham did not care to assess his surroundings. This path, he knew well, given he walked the same route everyday, at the same leisurely, unbothered pace, whenever he left work. Of course, the city must change and twist in a myriad of ways, leaving it suspended in a constant state of flux and cultural shift which meant it could never truly be the same. Still though, the clouds lazily floated in the same way, the sky was still a crisp blue, and the same seasonal flowers bloomed beside him beneath the warm air. All was the same.
Yet, suddenly, he realised all was not the same. His gaze strayed as something pink caught his eye, bobbing somewhere off to the side. Nestled amidst the flowerbed, with pink and white petals, some sort of lily-like flower stood tall above the rest, engulfing them in its shadow.
That hadn’t been there yesterday. If it had, his powers of observation were truly waning, as surely no one could miss this shocking sight of colour. The problem however, was not whether he had seen it or not, though he still searched his memories for any hint of it. Rather, the real question he needed to ask was- what was it?
Alhaitham flower, evidently, yet not one he had seen before. If he had, he’d know. Of course, this could be something utterly un-noteworthy, other than perhaps a rare specimen. Yet, why should it be here? If someone had dumped an experiment, likely a failed and stupid one, amidst the flowerbeds, it would not be the first time that something strange bloomed here.
Tomorrow, he’d report it. Maybe. Certainly, he didn’t plan to walk back to work just for the sake of a suspicious, yet otherwise inoffensive, flower. Still, the way the anthers bobbed in the non-existent breeze beckoned his attention, and though he went to step away, he hesitated.
He regarded it for a long moment, trying and failing to find a record of this in the catalogue of his memories. Still, other than it’s lily-like appearance, he found nothing, and the lack of knowledge made him frown.
His eyes darted away from the flower and back again. For flowers, pink was not necessarily a warning colour, but rather a colour to attract insects for pollination, so, with that in mind, the flower seemed unlikely to be dangerous. Nature usually made itself quite clear, if people bothered to apply basic logic on what was dangerous and what was not.
His curiosity bettered him. He leant forward, closer to the source of the slightly sugary, intriguing smell. With his pressed close to the honey-yellow pollen, he finally sniffed the sweet scent. Instantly, he choked, rubbing at his nose as pollen clouded his senses, sticking inside his nose, tickling the back of his throat as he swallowed it down.
Immediately, he tried to cough it up, but the cloying, horribly sweet taste of pollen coated his mouth, sticking like clumps of cotton no matter how he tried to clear his throat. He paused, waiting for something to happen. This may be an error, yes, but if it were minor enough, no one else needed to know.
Perhaps he’d sneeze, experience allergy-like symptoms, or any other numerous, pollen-induced indications. In the corner of his eyes, the anthers still swirled slightly, still catching his eyes, but out of spite, he turned away from it, still swallowing down clumps of sticky pollen even as he walked away.
With every step, he concentrated not on his surroundings, but himself, searching for anything unusual, anything that indicated this small error of curiosity was, in fact, an emergency.
Already, his skin felt warm, clammy, as if on the brink of a fever. Yet it did not progress beyond the point of simmering, low warmth that spread over his skin. Symptom number one, then: flushed skin. Yet he could explain that away as exertion. Or rather, if he weren’t walking at such an idle pace, on a route he walked every day without effort, then he’d explain it away.
Feeling sweat coat his palms as his cheeks burnt, he felt the way his heart rate spiked, suddenly thudding and trembling like he’d run for miles without end. The sound of his heart underlined each step, pounding so hard he found himself struggling for breath.
Another new symptom: he felt frustrated. Yet he couldn’t place why. As he walked, a sudden, distinct annoyance, akin to a wet, damp fog, draped over him. Heat and irritation bubbled in his gut, until he had to resist the urge to groan in frustration.
Actually, with every step, he found it harder and harder to breathe. His clothes felt unbearably tight, constraining his chest and rubbing uncomfortably from every little movement, even when he only so much as took a laboured breath.
Suddenly, he took another step forward and it made his teeth clench hard against his lips, barely managing to suppress a whine that left him so surprised his mind momentarily blanked out. Another step, and he felt his spine shiver, his muscles trembling, as frustration burned through him like a rising inferno. Then after one final step, he felt his legs shake, and only then did he realise one awful fact.
He was hard. Hard and leaking, likely staining the front of his pants, and he’d only just noticed. When a flush of embarrassment dizzied him, his steps paused, and he had to take each breath slowly, his mind manually reminding his lungs to breathe before he choked.
Aphrodisiac pollen, his mind unhelpfully explained to him, though the observation came too late.
He had to remain calm. Of course, that didn’t make the fluttering anxiety in his chest disappear. Achingly, painfully hard, with an erection pushing to be freed- and in public. People still lined the streets, chatting, laughing, unaware of him, but if he didn’t start moving, didn’t stop standing here flushed and panting, then they’d turn and see.
That thought finally forced his legs to move, wincing at the awkward, laboured way they walked, while a shaky hand grabbed for his cape and not so subtly pulled it over his front in the hopes it would cover what it needed to.
He wouldn’t look down at himself. He didn’t want to see the way hard nipples poked through his shirt, or a damp spot stained the front of his pants. He merely had to keep walking, then he could try and asses the situation. Though even thinking felt increasingly difficult, his thoughts smeared and dizzied by a haze, like a heavy mist blocking his mind from seeing even itself.
Increasingly, heat rushed through him, like the burning sun were baring down on him, with rays of light scorching through his clothes until his skin felt damp, sticking to the fabric. And if his gait were unnatural, or his posture slightly hunched, either everyone around him were so unobservant they didn’t notice, or his forced calm expression tricked them into thinking everything were fine.
He’d rather it were the former. At least that way, if no one bothered to look in the first place, they wouldn’t notice how flushed and dazed he must really be.
Belatedly, as he continued down the familiar streets, he thought again of the flower. If it truly were an aphrodisiac of sorts, then that explained the symptoms. However, how serious were said symptoms? Enough to cause mild discomfort, or would they paralyse his whole body with arousal until his muscles weakened and his nervous system would malfunction, akin to some sort of poison or neurotoxin.
He couldn’t resist a frown. Neither thought was ideal. However, surely, he could get through this alone. Enduring the problem was the easiest solution. No medical help required. No need to tell a single person. He’d get home and deal with it himself.
That thought however, made him shudder, and he felt his face heat further as his mind unhelpfully supplied all the ways he could deal with it, as if his own thoughts were actively working against him just to make him tremble.
His cock ached, still confined, and his hands twitched, his fingers all to ready to wrap around hot, sensitive flesh and stroke himself to release as many times as his body could handle before it passed out. Or until he was stretched and full, rubbing his fingers just right in all the ways that would have him moaning into his pillow, suppressing any and all sounds. Or if that wasn’t enough, he could get Kaveh to-
Absolutely not. Never. In no world, in no version of reality, no matter his declining mental state or the flood of incapacitating arousal that rendered his body almost useless, still, he would never ask Kaveh for that sort of favour.
He’d be insufferably smug about it. He’d tease, and laugh, and his bright eyes would shimmer with delight as his long fingers toyed with his aching cock, or slipped further down, slicked with oil, ready to fuck into him and-
Again, his thoughts betrayed him. Besides, at this time of day, Kaveh was rarely home. Part of him wanted to sigh in relief- managing to avoid Kaveh when he was like this wouldn’t result in any undesirable outcomes. Yet the frustration within burnt hotter and hotter at that thought, and he had to bite his lip to suppress a groan that threatened to escape.
If Kaveh saw him, he’d fuss unnecessarily, and likely worry more about Alhaitham’s situation than Alhaitham himself did. But if he didn’t fuss, if Alhaitham could convince him to help, even if he had to beg, or tell Kaveh every and any little fantasy he’d had about him over the years- then, maybe then, would Kaveh want him?
He couldn’t deny it- Kaveh was a beautiful man. Surely, that much was an objective fact. Surely, everyone must stare at such a face, though perhaps no more than Alhaitham did, but that was simply because they lived together. Yet as much as Alhaitham watched him out of the corner of his eyes, studying whatever flurry of emotions alighted Kaveh’s face, as much as Kaveh irritated him and frustrated him with his needlessly self-sacrificial, people-pleasing attitude, his life never felt more alive, more wonderfully, vividly colourful, than whenever Kaveh was with him.
Kaveh didn’t like him like that, however. To most people, they’d think Kaveh hated him, despised him, found him the singularity most infuriating, irritating being in all of existence. And truthfully, Kaveh did often say as much. Yet Alhaitham still saw the fondness in Kaveh’s eyes when he looked at him, how he’d sometimes invite Alhaitham out with friends, even though he must know Alhaitham would invariably say no, how he asked about his wellbeing, or prompted him to speak about his day until Alhaitham finally gave in.
The memories of those little moments, just for them, did little to comfort him. The second he saw his house, he quickened his steps, even though his legs trembled. He needed to get home and throw himself into his room as fast as possible. He’d peel his clothes of burrow himself in his sheets and just do anything to stop this itching heatwave that wracked his frame.
Even that felt like too much effort, just the idea of walking another step, of having to physically exert any energy, made the frustration within flare worse than before. Maybe he’d not even manage to make it to his room, he’d stumble inside and just do something on the divan, pleasure himself until his body went limp, and if Kaveh came home to find that, then…
Holding onto the faintest sliver or rationality left in him, Alhaitham pointedly ignored those thoughts, and busied his clammy hands with opening the door until finally, mercifully, it opened. With laboured steps, he entered and slammed the door shut behind him. Then, with a well-earned sigh, he fell backwards against it, steadying his shaky legs as his breath left him in harsh, rasping pants.
Relief coursed through him, despite the undercurrent of desire. In the safety of his home, the tension seeped from him. Yet before the relief settled, another shudder left him momentarily paralysed, and as if to make this situation worse, he heard a telltale sound somewhere nearby.
At the noise of rustling paper, his eyes snapped open, and flickered around, trying to find the source. He found it easily. Through the haze of his eyes, he saw Kaveh pacing by the divan, having spread papers and sketches across the surface, having for some unknown, incomprehensible reason decided to use that as an impromptu desk instead of the literal desk he already had.
‘I can feel you judging me from here,’ Kaveh complained, not bothering to turn as he stood and contemplated the mess before him.
Alhaitham watched him for a moment or so longer, half wanting to run to his bedroom or, worse, throw himself into Kaveh’s arms. Either option was too embarrassing, and besides, his legs refused to move even when he tried.
Kaveh tutted to himself, either at his work, at Alhaitham, or likely at both. ‘I heard you slam the door, I know you’re there.’
Alhaitham just stared at him, watching the way Kaveh’s eyes flitted as if reading, wishing to run his hands though the golden strands of his hair, to dip his fingers through the teasing, opened backed area of Kaveh’s shirt until he finally touched warmed skin. Or rather, he wanted to tear those clothes off, until they were both bare, and not a single barrier remained between them, and-
‘Well, are you going to say something or-’ Kaveh with a noise of annoyance, finally turned to see him. Immediately, his eyes widened and his skin blanched, as he took in whatever messy state Alhaitham knew he must be in. ‘Oh- you look awful.’
Alhaitham just sighed in feigned annoyance, not trusting his voice to give out, or his words to start begging before he managed to stop himself.
However, that must have been the wrong thing to do, for Kaveh’s look of concern worsened. He turned fully to face Alhaitham, staring directly at his flushed face with such an intensity, that Alhaitham’s knees shook and he had to bite his lip again because even just having Kaveh look at him in any capacity rapidly made his own self-awareness shrink further and further, as the heat inside worsened.
‘You look awful,’ Kaveh insisted, no longer looking at the sketches in his hands. ‘Do you have heatstroke? You’re incredibly flushed, and even from here, your pupils are dilated… Ah, are you ill? Do you have a fever? Come, sit down, I’ll get a cold cloth and-’
‘N-no. Stop fussing. Just- continue your work,’ Alhaitham managed to get out, inwardly sighing at how raspy his voice sounded. As Kaveh dropped his sketches somewhere and took a step closer, he pressed himself further back against the door- if Kaveh came any closer, Alhaitham wouldn’t be able to stop himself from reaching out, from just grabbing him and clinging on.
‘Don’t give me that! You’re quite obviously unwell. And I know your high and mighty attitude likely protests letting me help you, but I’m going to have to insist.’ Kaveh stepped closer again, his brow furrowed, his lips pressed into a worried frown. Before Alhaitham even though of protesting, Kaveh sensed it, his frown deepening as his temper flared. ‘No, no, not even a word of protest. Have you even seen yourself, Haitham? You can barely stand! Don’t think I don’t see the way you’re shivering. Gods, did you go to work like this? I thought you were the sensible one, as you constantly claim, but clearly your self-preservation is- it’s…’ As Kaveh stepped closer again, his eyes dipped lower, and a blush blazed across his cheeks. ‘Oh… you’re… you’re, ah.. uh…’ Kaveh’s mouth opened and shut uselessly, his eyes flitting wildly as if simply looking at Alhaitham would burn his retinas.
Though Alhaitham wanted to refute his ramblings, he needed to end this conversation as quickly as possible, and increasingly, his mind felt like mush, every thought replaced with pure need, with the desire to collapse onto Kaveh and grind himself against his leg like a disgusting animal.
‘You really are fussing over nothing, as always,’ Alhaitham bit back, though he knew his words lacked any real heat of irritation, his voice weakened and breathy, sounded foreign to his own ears. Yet Kaveh’s lack of reply, the way his eyes still couldn’t meet Alhaitham’s after looking so intensely at him a moment ago, felt stranger still. ‘And what, exactly, has you so flustered?’
Kaveh met his eyes for a moment, his stare wild and startled, before he looked back to the floor. With great effort, and after further prevaricating, Kaveh managed to push out a few minimal words. ‘Hard. You’re, ah… hard.
Oh- he’d nearly forgotten that. His fingers gripped the wall to steady himself, meaning his cape no longer covered him and… as much as he wanted to hide, he’d have to give Kaveh some sort of explanation, if only to stop him voicing any strange thoughts of his own, or continuing to look so flustered and bothered that his face was almost redder than Alhaitham’s.
‘It’s merely the affects of… of pollen- likely an aphrodisiac of- of some sort,’ Alhaitham explained, though the explanation felt lame and lacking depth, he thought of no other way to succinctly tell Kaveh the problem. ‘It’s just a psychological reaction to-’
‘What? Are you alright?’ Kaveh interrupted. ‘That could be dangerous, if it’s unknown in origin, unless you… did it on purpose, but that’s- that’s beside the point. You need treatment, or help or- or something. Seriously, you look as if you’re burning, Haitham, it must be so painful...’ Kaveh immediately said, his hand reaching out as if to steady him, before it remained uselessly suspended midair, taunting Alhaitham, making his body squirm for a touch that would never come.
Alhaitham shook his head, gripping the wall harder as he tried to maintain some semblance of eye contact, no matter how awkward it increasingly felt, as he felt his cock leak and dampen his underwear some more. ‘There is- no need for that. It was just a- a mistake of curiosity. I can deal with the effects- on my own.’
Kaveh’s eyes narrowed, either displeased or just despairing that he had to see Alhaitham in this state. ‘Oh, so you do make mistakes, do you now? How very humanising,’ Kaveh gritted out, his voice dry and annoyed. ‘Well, maybe you should just hurry up and go… deal with it by yourself, then.’
‘Maybe I will.’
They both stood there in awkward silence, faces flushed, eyes wide, staring at one another. Alhaitham did not move. He couldn’t. If he tried, his legs would wobble, and he might even fall, and if Kaveh moved to touch him in anyway, Alhaitham wouldn’t be able to stop the way he’d shudder and moan just from that.
Yet, suddenly, still standing there, Alhaitham found himself seriously analysing Kaveh’s reaction. He wasn’t disgusted- Alhaitham knew what he looked like if he was. His annoyance seemed genuine in some respect, yet it almost seemed to be a cover up for the obvious embarrassment that overwhelmed his expression.
Maybe his thoughts were wrong, maybe his need and the heat in his gut overwrote reality itself, but he’d swear he’d never seen Kaveh’s eyes quite like that, as they roamed over Alhaitham’s body out of the corner of his eye, like he thought Alhaitham really wouldn’t notice how obviously he stared back.
Maybe Kaveh did like him like that. Another surge of dizzying arousal rushed through him at that realisation. Kaveh wanted him. He looked at Alhaitham as if he wanted to unravel him, his stare brimming with desire, with heady arousal, like he really would just push him down and take him right there- just like Alhaitham wanted.
But, frustratingly, as expected, Kaveh looked away and hesitated. ‘I’ll, ah, help you to your room. Clearly, you can’t walk, so I’ll at least do you that little favour, and then-’
‘Kaveh,’ Alhaitham cut him off, hoping his hoarse voice didn’t sound as needy as he feared it did. Smirking slightly, with the heat burning away any and all sensibilities, he took a shaky step forward, watching how Kaveh’s eyes widened. ‘If I… didn’t know any better, I’d say you were the one affected- by that pollen.’
‘Me?’ Kaveh’s voice rose, face flushing further, turning away as if he only just realised what expression he’d made. ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about, clearly you’re making no sense, you need to go and- and deal with this yourself before you-’
‘Why would I deal with it myself?’ Alhaitham murmured, reaching out with a shaky hand to grab at Kaveh’s shirt, pulling him closer, and though Kaveh gasped, he didn’t struggle or shake him off. Idly stroking along the fabric, Alhaitham’s hand inched higher and higher, smiling subtly at the way Kaveh’s eyes followed his every move.
‘Haitham,’ Kaveh spluttered, his body tensing, his eyes glued firmly to the trail of Alhaitham’s hand. ‘What are you-’
‘Did you really need to ask such an inane question?’ Alhaitham teased, dragging his finger up the soft fabric of the shirt, until his fingertips met warm skin, running up and down the exposed expanse of Kaveh’s chest as Kaveh shivered from the sensation. ‘What does it look like I’m doing?’
‘It looks like…’ Kaveh shook his head, stopping himself from actually answering the rhetorical question. ‘You’re not… you’re under the effects of- of something, you don’t know what you’re doing. I’m sure you’d- you’d… want anyone who you happened to see.’
‘Do you believe me the type to throw myself at whoever I see? An aphrodisiac, as I said… would only have a physiological reaction- relaxed muscles, increased blood flow, sensitivity.’ He leant closer, his hot breath fanning against’s Kaveh’s cheek until the man shuddered, as Alhaitham’s hands grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him closer until their chests met. ‘It does nothing to increase desire. My mind knows what it wants, and my body reacted accordingly. You, Kaveh. That’s what I want- you. Now.’
He felt Kaveh’s thundering heart beat, how his hand reached up to rest against Alhaitham’s waist, as if to push away. Instead, fingers flexed in place, uncertain, neither pushing nor pulling. ‘You’re just saying that. You can’t mean it-’
Frustrated, Alhaitham gripped onto him tighter, biting back a moan at the way Kaveh’s leg accidentally brushed against him, his hips embarrassing him as they rutted forward and tried to chase the sensation when Kaveh pulled back. ‘I want you,’ Alhaitham repeated, holding him close, desperately needing to keep him here, his mind and body warring, though both wanted the same thing, the sheer intensity and need made him crumble.
As Kaveh took a step back, Alhaitham followed, hoping the sound of a whine that followed wasn’t from him, though he knew it had to be. At the very least, it made Kaveh pause again, and before he could stop himself, Alhaitham took the chance to pull them both down until they half-collapsed on the floor.
The undignified noise of surprise Kaveh let out made him laugh, though the sound was short-lived, as another pang of heat struck him and he hunched over, caging Kaveh’s body further against the floor without meaning to. As Kaveh’s hand rubbed soothing circles against his back, he moaned, immediately biting at his lip as if that would retrospectively hide that vulnerable sound.
His eyes fluttered open, meeting Kaveh’s worried eyes, and he had to look away as something unidentifiable flared within. He tried to stay still, though he still shook, because if he looked at Kaveh’s face, even for a split second, he’d crash their lips together before Kaveh gave him any hint of permission. ‘Kaveh- I’m serious. I want you- I want you because it’s you. If-if you don’t want me, then don’t- don’t… help me because you feel you have to- only if you want to.’
After a long pause that felt like it too an agonising eternity, Kaveh finally spoke. ‘Fine, fine, you’re clearly in no state to…’ Kaveh cut himself off with a groan, though after the hefty sigh he let out, his expression softened. ‘I’ll take care of you, then. And if I do, don’t even think of complaining about it later.’
Making no promises other than a vague hum, Alhaitham sunk onto Kaveh’s lap, pushing him until he fell back against the floor with an undignified gasp of surprise. Hovering over Kaveh, he looked down at him, as Kaveh braced himself on his elbows, watching Alhaitham’s face with a dazed expression of his own.
Now he knew Kaveh wanted this, so many more thoughts flooded the already overflowing haze of desire in his mind. Maybe he could get Kaveh to put his mouth to good use, or already beneath Alhaitham, maybe he’d let Alhaitham sink into him and fill him up. Maybe he’d just ride Kaveh until they were both shaking and panting, until neither of them got seriously move, over than give little grinds against one another, or maybe-
‘How are we… how should we do this?’ Kaveh interrupted his train of thought, studying Alhaitham’s clouded eyes and parted lips. Searching for an answer, he clearly didn’t find it, as he asked another question. ‘What do you need?’
So many enticing options, so many fantasies he could enact if he only spoke them, but the burning desire in his gut melted his thoughts away, and with the way his insides clenched around nothing, only inspiring another spike of frustration, he knew what he wanted.
‘This,’ Alhaitham said, reaching down to rub the bulge in Kaveh’s pants, delighting in the obvious sound Kaveh had to bite back, ‘is going inside me. Any protests?’
Kaveh spluttered out something that sounded like a million different replies all at once, though even as his eyes widened comically, and his flush darkened as if his skin were singed, he nodded emphatically.
Alhaitham chuckled at that, though the sound tailed off as another shudder wracked him. His clothes rubbed uncomfortably, pressing all the wrong places, sticking to his skin, the fabric wet and damp in places, but worst of all, Kaveh still wore all his own clothes.
With fast, trembling fingers, Alhaitham set about fixing that. He’d start with the most important piece, namely, stripping Kaveh of his pants because knowing what rested beneath, and knowing he could have it, any following second without having that cock inside of him felt like torture to his overwrought, tender nerves.
‘Whoa- ah, Haitham- don’t just… do that- and without any warning-’ despite his complaints, Kaveh did nothing to stop him, yet he helpfully raised his hips when Alhaitham’s hands tried to lift them manually, until Alhaitham managed to pull Kaveh’s pants and underwear halfway down with one rough movement. ‘Hey- careful!’ Kaveh protested again, though with his flushed face and pouting lips, Alhaitham just scoffed, his hands reaching out to grab at Kaveh’s thighs.
Staring directly at Kaveh’s cock, he felt himself start to salivate, and if he had any embarrassment left in him, that bodily reaction would have tripled it. Thick, being the first word that came to mind. Could he even wrap his fingers around it and have them meet? He almost wanted to try, but he didn’t need to. One look, and he knew he couldn’t.
He dug his nails into Kaveh’s legs, gripping them to steady himself, and despite the way Kaveh jolted, he did nothing to stop it. And Alhaitham just stared, openly, adoringly, at the flushed head and the way a bead of pre-come settled atop the tip, an enticing sight, begging him to wrap his hands around sensitive flesh, or to lean forward and lick clean the wetness.
Only as a hand shook his shoulder, did Alhaitham flinch and shudder, and realise that Kaveh had talked the whole time he stared. ‘What?’ Alhaitham looked away just enough to glare at Kaveh’s equally irritated expression, though his own eyes soon strayed, staring lower and lower, fixating on the sight of that cock.
‘You’re impossible! I swear, were you listening to a word I said?’
‘No,’ Alhaitham replied without shame or care. One hand reached out, ready to grab for Kaveh’s cock, when Kaveh’s own hand stopped him, holding his wrist in place. Again, Alhaitham’s eyes flitted up to Kaveh’s, glaring harder, though with how messy and frantic he knew his face must be, he felt no surprise when Kaveh just glared back, unimpressed.
‘Look, I know you’re…’ Kaveh trailed off, failing to state the obvious. ‘And I can tell you’d rather just jump me, but at the very least, unless you’re magically already prepared, we need to do something about that before you hurt yourself.’
Leave it to Kaveh to be so concerned about him, even with Alhaitham flushed and panting on his lap, his fingers just barely grazing Kaveh’s cock. Thinking of Kaveh’s cock, if he could just get it wet enough with his mouth, then that’d serve well enough as prep, because there was no way he was moving, and there was no way he was letting Kaveh up, even if just to get oil. Even if he gagged and choked pathetically, he let out a moan just at the idea of tasting Kaveh on his tongue, of letting him wreck his throat.
‘As if,’ Kaveh scoffed, reading the all too evident desire written upon his needy face. ‘Have you ever even done this before? I sincerely doubt that sucking cocks is one of the talents in your repertoire.’
Right now, he wished it was. He wished he knew exactly what to do, just so Kaveh would hurry up and shove his way past his lips. However, looking up at Kaveh’s arched brow, as he expectantly waited an answer, Alhaitham just sighed. ‘No. I’m a quick study, though.’ His lips quirked into a smile as he leant closer, his hand resting on Kaveh’s thigh, inching closer and closer to his cock as he maintained eye contact. ‘Any inexperience can be quickly remedied. Besides…’ His gaze trailed to Kaveh’s cock, then back to his face. ‘I’m sure there’s much you’d love to teach me, senior.’
Impossibly even more flustered than before, Kaveh’s head whipped around. ‘Ugh, you only use my title to tease me! That’s not fair- and don’t look so smug about it! Just because you said it like, like-’ His blush deepened as he spoke ‘-like that, doesn’t mean I’m giving in.’
Kaveh started to raise, tutting when Alhaitham only dragged him back down, clinging to him, groaning as if in pain when Kaveh struggled to separate them. Kaveh just sighed. ‘Now, now, no need to act so needy. I’m giving you what you want- now, come here, come on, up, up.’
Without compliance, and with much sounds of frustration from Alhaitham, Kaveh ignored his desire to stay pressed against the uncomfortable wooden flooring. Though with Alhaitham barely letting himself be dragged, only following when Kaveh separated them, they only managed to tumble as far as the divan.
Somehow, through the haze and with much complaint as both of their hands grabbed and pulled out one another, Kaveh had at least managed to prop Alhaitham’s upper half against the divan.
The position dawned on him, and he moaned into the fabric, pressing his face to hide. Ass up, back arched, and with Kaveh’s hands already gripping his thighs to spread them- a shudder spread through him, and he pressed backwards into nothing, groaning in frustration when Kaveh didn’t immediately do something, anything, just to grant him the slightest bit of relieving friction.
When did he even lose his clothes? His sweaty skin still felt too hot, no better than when fabric smothered him, though without his soundproof headphones, every sound felt amplified. His own, wet ragged breath, the way sounds he’d not even noticed before slipped from his lips, and the hammering of his own heart beat like it threatened to shatter his ribcage from the inside out.
‘Patience, patience,’ Kaveh said with a laugh, his voice unbearably smug, and Alhaitham couldn’t help but image the self-satisfied grin that played with his lips. ‘You just stay there, look pretty, and let me do all the work, okay?’ Kaveh ran his fingers along Alhaitham’s spine, chuckling as he trembled. ‘Thinking is just so hard, isn’t it? Don’t worry…’ Kaveh leant in closer, and Alhaitham couldn’t help but moan as warm breath fanned over sensitive skin. ‘I’ll make you feel good.’
Alhaitham’s one single, rational brain cell wanted to bite back and argue, just for the sake of having the last word, if nothing else. Yet the moment a wet tongue slowly licked at the sensitive skin surrounding his hole, his mind whited out to nothing but bliss and need, and any rational thought felt like nothing more than a daydream he’d once had.
‘Perfect,’ Kaveh murmured, his hands gripping onto him, parting his cheeks. ‘You’re so reactive…’ As if to support his point, he licked again, holding Alhaitham in place when he tried to press backwards for more stimulation, while yet another broken, barely smothered moan left Alhaitham’s lips.
Alhaitham couldn’t even complain, couldn’t even refute that the pollen made him so sensitive, because all his mind chanted was Kaveh, Kaveh, Kaveh. That it was Kaveh’s mouth pressed against him, Kaveh’s tongue prodding for entrance, Kaveh’s hands gripping him tight enough to bruise- that made desire burn hotter inside, a white hot, blindingly brilliant fire that singed each and every nerve. And he still wanted more and more, everything Kaveh could give him, just because he could, because Alhaitham wanted him to, because it was Kaveh, and only because it was Kaveh.
Kaveh’s tongue slid inside, pressing deeper, wringing another moan from Alhaitham’s lips. Warm and wet, Kaveh licked inside, and Alhaitham felt his cock throb just from that, leaking down his thighs and onto the floor. He couldn’t help but arch his back, pressing backwards, desperate to feel more-
Listening to his broken cries, Kaveh must have understood exactly what he wanted, for barely a second after Alhaitham thought that, he felt a finger press in alongside and he gave yet another fully body shudder, glad for the divan supporting him so he didn’t just collapse and melt into a puddle of liquid need.
Pressing in another finger, he pulled back enough to admire his handiwork as every thrust and scissor of his fingers spread Alhaitham further.
‘You’re so loose… and your body’s pretty limp,’ Kaveh observed, still pistoning his fingers in and out, like he imagined that wouldn’t somehow hinder Alhaitham’s reply, ‘Is that part of the pollen’s effects, too? Unless you’ve just… played with yourself recently…’
Alhaitham wanted to snap back and argue that, yes, of course it was the pollen, of course it was, yet he just moaned openly, pressing back again and biting back a whine when Kaveh’s fingers jabbed his prostate.
‘There it is,’ Kaveh said in triumph, rubbing deliberately over it, chuckling to himself when Alhaitham moaned helplessly, ‘You’re so easy like this… I feel like my luck’s finally turned, to be treated to such a sight.’
Though it was meant only to tease, Alhaitham’s mind flooded with desire as if it were a compliment. Because Kaveh was there, looking at him, finding pleasure in him. Right now, Alhaitham needed to believe that, as every press and thrust of Kaveh’s fingers sent his mind spiralling, and the feeling of Kaveh inside him kept him grounded.
With every cry that escaped him, he shuddered, and Kaveh only pressed harder, rubbed faster, scissoring his fingers in and out with a wet sound. Another particularly hard prod against such a sensitive spot had Alhaitham’s fingernails digging into the divan as if to tear it apart, and before his slackened mind could even process it, he shuddered hard, and his cock pulsed and spurted come, surprising him enough that he gasped.
His face still pressed into the divan, he managed to open his eyes enough to wearily turn his head and look over his shoulder at Kaveh’s shocked face, while the heat inside of him settled for only a second before it flared again, making him shiver.
‘Just from that?’ Kaveh spluttered, incredulous, like he forgot the reason Alhaitham was so desire-bound and desperate in the first place. And, on second thought, yes, he probably had forgotten, hadn’t he?
Alhaitham had to remind him, while a small sliver of lucidity remained. ‘The pollen… likely increases sensitivity, as well as… decreases refractory periods…’ Alhaitham let himself trail off, turning so he no longer looked at Kaveh’s smug face, while his own cock stayed painfully hard, pressed against his stomach and leaking as come dripped down the tip. ‘We’re not done, Kaveh.’
‘So bossy.’ Alhaitham didn’t need to turn to know that Kaveh rolled his eyes- his voice implied as much. ‘So, so, needy…’ He laughed, delighted, when Alhaitham trembled and whined as Kaveh’s fingers slipped free. He made a noise of appreciation, as he undoubtedly took in the sight of Alhaitham’s loosened hole, all done by his work. ‘But, seeing as I’m here I may as well comply and-’
Gathering his remains strength, Alhaitham pushed him back with a shove, and he would’ve felt bad about how hard Kaveh hit the floor if not for the way they locked eyes. Kaveh looked startled, but he didn’t rise or complain, just looked up at Alhaitham with something akin to wonder, his lips parted, his face flushed temptingly.
Candidly, with an abrupt, quick movement, despite his heavy limbs, Alhaitham grabbed for Kaveh’s cock, holding it steady as he rose his hips higher, just enough for the tip to nudge at his entrance, smearing precome against his skin.
Wide-eyed, Kaveh watched him, as if he couldn’t, seriously imagine that this were real, that Alhaitham really would just take him inside so readily. ‘Ah, are you really-’
Alhaitham didn’t give him a chance to finish, making no action to hide his smug grin as Kaveh gritted his teeth, a hiss of air escaping past them as Alhaitham pushed down in one slick motion. He hunched over from the suddenness of it, caging Kaveh further against the floor, as his insides clenched around the intrusion, drawing another long moan from the both of them.
‘Haitham-’ Kaveh’s hands gripped his hips, weakly clawing at him either to stop him moving of draw him closer. ‘Be careful, you have to try and-’
But he couldn’t care less. Raising his hips, his thighs trembled, his movements awkward, his body unused to moving in such a way. His muscles flexed almost uncomfortably as he clumsily rose and fell, the back of his thighs slamming down against Kaveh’s legs in a way that he knew they’d both bruise. But that didn’t matter, nothing mattered other than the sweltering heat inside, as finally, finally, the frustration melted away into pure satisfaction and he moaned not only from the way Kaveh’s cock filled him, but from relief.
This is what he needed. To feel so incomparably full, to know he’d feel this for days afterwards. He didn’t even want to walk tomorrow- he’d let Kaveh fuck him as hard as possible, just to feel this feeling for longer, to feel the after effects and shiver at the memory.
For now, though, he raised his own hips, moaning openly at the drag of Kaveh’s thick cock inside of him, before he slammed back down, wrangling another choked moan from his lips. Kaveh’s hips rose to meet him, lacking rhythm, lacking care, jolting upwards as a sharp cry escaped him.
Up and down, bouncing despite the strain in his thighs, Alhaitham’s hips jolted again and again, needing to feel the maddening friction over and over, increasingly unaware and uncaring of whatever embarrassing sounds left him.
Sweaty skin stuck together as Kaveh’s hands held his hips tight, his face equally dazed and flushed. This is what Alhaitham wanted- to have Kaveh look so affected, so aroused, all because of him. Every time Kaveh’s hips twitched upwards to follow him, every time he gasped or moaned openly, delight coursed through Alhaitham, knowing he’d done that.
Heat dizzied him, seared him from the inside out, the warmth of Kaveh’s cock such a strange, unknown sensation, and yet every time he slammed back in, burying Kaveh to the hilt, he craved it again, again, forever. The solid weight of it inside him made him cry out again, thighs trembling as he rose and fell, striking his own prostate with such force that his spine jolted and every nerve in his body tingled with smouldering, lingering arousal.
Kaveh’s beautiful, slack jawed face, those bright eyes fixated solely on him- desire coursed through him at the sight, it coiled in his stomach, wound tighter and tighter until he felt his stomach muscles tremble, his legs shaking and with a final slam back down and a perfect strike against his prostate, Alhaitham came again.
It felt like it lasted further, his hips still grinding, overstimulating him further as he moaned and cried out, making noises that he hardly believed came from him. His cock pulsed, shooting ropes of come over Kaveh’s chest, down his own thighs, as ripples of pleasure wracked him, until finally, he slumped forwards, even as his aching hips still jolted and whines slipped free.
Hands gripped at his hips, trying to ground him, to make him stop, as he only continued to overstimulate himself, his nerves alight and burning like sparks zipping through his body, every drag of Kaveh’s cock inside of him making him gasp.
Kaveh called his name, one hand brushing hair from his sweaty forward, until Alhaitham opened his eyes, blinking away tears he hadn’t known he’d shed, until through the watery haze, he saw Kaveh’s concerned expression, his soft smile, and Alhaitham had to shut his eyes again as another tremor rippled through him
‘Let me take care of you for once,’ Kaveh murmured, holding Alhaitham’s hips to stop him from moving, only somewhat managing. ‘Come now, no need to be so obstinate. You need more, right? Let me give it to you- let me do it all.’
He wanted that, needed it, and as he nodded until his neck ached, he had no energy left in him to be annoyed at the sweet, adoring laugh Kaveh let out. He held onto Kaveh, pressing down against him, still moving forwards, backwards, on Kaveh’s cock, unable to stop himself even when Kaveh chided him and tried to move them.
Eventually, with a grunt, Kaveh managed to somehow roll them over. With the new position, Alhaitham wrapped his legs around Kaveh’s back like vice, drawing him in again when he dared to almost slip out for half a second.
Like this, they were pressed even closer together, barely a scrap of distance between them. He squirmed in place, trying to press backwards- it wasn’t enough, nothing was enough, other than the way Kaveh stretched him, pressing just right against his prostate, teasing, reminding him of how good it would feel if he just moved.
Staring upwards, as Kaveh’s messy hair tickled his face, he found wide-blown pupils staring back at him, as Kaveh’s enraptured stare traced his expression, and just from that Alhaitham had to bite back another sound, as he involuntarily clenched around Kaveh, drawing a raspy moan from him.
Would they explain this away later? This unbidden desire, the way Kaveh looked at him like he truly wanted him, like he desired Alhaitham with the same burning intensity, and all without the effects of some aphrodisiac messing with his body- surely, he couldn’t explain that expression away as nothing more than what it was: desire, plain and simple.
As those eyes made him shiver beneath their appraisal, Alhaitham sought to hold onto something, needing to speak and taunt before his tongue could only moan and babble uselessly. ‘I’m under the affect of something, but you… what, exactly, is your excuse?’ Alhaitham teased, eyes pointedly roaming Kaveh’s sweaty, flushed face. ‘You look worse than I do.’
‘Well, it’s not as if I expected- this, when I- got home.’ For emphasis, Kaveh drove his hips forward, deliberately sharp, as his nails dug into Alhaitham’s hips, leaving crescent shaped marks behind. ‘I can’t believe you- ah- still have any wits left in you-’ he pulled out quickly then thrust forward again, holding tighter as Alhaitham’s body jolted and writhed, ‘Guess i’lll- have to try harder.
Alhaitham just moaned in response. Every touch, every increasingly brutal thrust that rearranged his insides to know the shape of Kaveh’s cock, made his muscles shift and shiver. Trembling in Kaveh’s hold, he couldn’t help the unconscious reactions of his treacherous, traitorous body of his.
Pressed against stomach, his cock leaked wetly, trapped between the two of them, rubbed with every movement so perfectly, so achingly, he couldn’t even close his mouth. The bruising grip on hips made him moan louder and louder, leaking more and more until precome stuck between their skin.
As close as they were, they did not kiss. As if that simple action would be too intimate for the situation, even though Kaveh was still buried inside as far as he will go. Yet every panting breath, they shared as one, breathing each other in as lust-clouded eyes met, each searching the other, though for what, even Alhaitham didn’t know.
Kaveh rocked his hips again, and Alhaitham writhed, any train of thought he had completely lost, his mind fixated only on the pulsing arousal between his legs, at their point of connection, as every thrust made him ache with mounting desire until he felt as alive and burning as a flickering, wild flame.
Already, he felt painfully close to release as arousal prickled over his sweaty skin, his throat dry and raw, unable to stop or even care to stop the moans and garbled sounds that left him. Another thrust rocked him, pressing his back into the hard wooden flooring, though with the way his back arched, pressing him against Kaveh, he hardly noticed.
As Kaveh’s hips shoved his cock back in, Alhaitham choked on another sound, gasping for breath as every thrust pushed the air from his lungs, leaving him breathless, unable to get any air other than whatever warm, panting breath Kaveh gave him.
The heat of Kaveh’s breath at his throat, searing his skin, made his every nerve coil tighter with pleasure, until he could only shudder, still trying to press his hips back against Kaveh, his own movements sloppy, lacking fluidity, yet nothing could be more perfect than this, than Kaveh joining their bodies over and over, leaving Alhaitham increasingly delirious and incoherent.
The intense heat radiating inside of him make him inhale sharply, drowning in the fires of Kaveh’s every movement, wanting more, more, more. It still wasn’t enough, still, despite how overwhelming it felt, despite how Kaveh ruthlessly stretched him and made him jolt with blinding pleasure from every overstimulating prod against his prostate.
Kaveh’s hips stuttered, his unsteady rhythm faltering further, and Alhaitham only moaned again at the implication, trying to cant backwards into him to spur him on.
Dazed, lips parted in a gasp, Kaveh looked down at him with wild eyes, his eyes slipping shut in surprise when Alhaitham only kept his legs wrapped around him, pulling him forward to keep him close with whatever strength he had left. ‘Hold on- ah, Haitham, Haitham, I’m too close-’ He shuddered, still thrusting as Alhaitham rutted himself backwards, even as one hand weakly, ineffectually, tried to pry Alhaitham’s leg off of him. ‘You need to- or I’ll- Haitham, I’ll-’
Alhaitham needed it, needed it, needed it- he couldn’t let Kaveh pull out, his legs squeezing tight to keep him trapped. ‘Don’t- don’t you dare pull out, Kaveh, don’t you dare, don’t you-’ Kaveh deliberately slammed back into him, just to cut him off with a moan before he rambled until his voice gave out.
‘Fine- you need it, I’ve give it to you- I’ll-’ Kaveh gritted his teeth, groaning, resting his sweaty forehead against Alhaitham’s. ‘I’ll, ah- fill you up, just like you need-’
His hips stuttered again, then pressed forward, burying himself deeper as he came with a long groan, his hips giving little jolts as his cock twitched and come burst from the tip.
With a gasp, Alhaitham felt a rush of heat inside of him, utterly foreign, strange, yet it pulled a moan from him all the same. Feeling Kaveh tremble above him, as their bodies rocked back and forth, every little, minor movement made overstimulation jolt through him like a spark of fierce electricity zapping his nerve. Whatever it was- the movement, the overstimulation, the fact that Kaveh panted above him- his own muscles wound tight, his balls pulled taunt, and his cock pulsed between their stomachs, wetting their skin further as Alhaitham shook and moaned, grounded only by Kaveh’s hands at his hips.
Eventually, after feeling suspended in the throes of pleasure until his body ached, he gasped, and his body went limp. Panting, regaining his scattered breath, his mind focused on nothing but the comforting heat sticking to his insides, and he’d blame it on the after effects of pollen, but almost every part of him never wanted to move, wanted Kaveh to come again and again and keep him this delightfully full forever.
Yet laying there, listening to his own rapid heartbeat slow, he felt suddenly more lucid, though still foggy both from the pollen and his numerous releases. The strain of his muscles made him wish to stay slumped here, in Kaveh’s arm, pressed uncomfortably against the floor, yet as Kaveh pulled his softening cock from within him, a shuddery broken sound left Alhaitham until he finally clamped his mouth shut, and suddenly he wished he had the ability to jump up and turn away.
Kaveh looked down at him, scrutinising his face, searching his eyes, as the back of one hand rested against his sweaty forehead to idly check Alhaitham’s temperature. Though still worried, he did at least pull back further, until their skin no longer stuck together.
Alhaitham risked a glance down at his own body, wishing he hadn’t, for the sight only made him tremble with arousal and embarrassment all over again. The sight of his flushed chest, puffy nipples, with come coating his softened cock and stomach, his legs still spread with bruises adorning his hips, and if he dared look further down, he knew he’d see white leaking from his stretched out hole.
When Kaveh’s hand reached out as if to lift him, Alhaitham swatted it away, wincing as he drew his legs back to himself, trying to gather enough physical and mental strength to remember how to make his legs work.
Eventually, when Kaveh gave him enough space, Alhaitham managed to raise himself. He tried not to grimace as his legs shook and he wobbled embarrassingly in place. Still feeling Kaveh’s eyes on him, his blushed deepened, and he resisted the urge to actually whine as Kaveh’s come started to slid from him, dripping down the back of his thighs.
‘I feel disgusting,’ Alhaitham said, tone firm and curt, turning sharply before Kaveh even thought of helping him again. ‘I’m going to shower and wash all this off. I’d advise you do the same when I’m done.’
‘Haitham…’ Kaveh said his name too sweetly, too worried, that Alhaitham tried to quicken his pace to get away. ‘Are you…’ Kaveh trailed off, pausing for thought and reconsidering whatever thought he’d just been about to voice. ‘Are you, ah, completely well? As in, have the affects of… of whatever it was… have they run their course?’
‘Naturally, of course they have,’ Alhaitham replied, pausing only for a second to consider the residual warmth inside before he continued onwards, stumbling slightly until he could press his hand against the wall to steady himself. Something like arousal pulsed within him again, but he ignored it, too tired and sore to put any effort into caring about what that meant.
Feeling Kaveh’s eyes still upon him, imaging the way Kaveh clenched his fists and bit his lip to stop himself reaching out to help, Alhaitham hobbled away, needing to wash away everything that coated his skin. Distantly, he knew he needed to process whatever happened, yet that part of his mind had overheated, reduced to sludge, and so, he would think and assess this later. For now, he needed to get to the bathroom before his legs gave out or Kaveh’s come slid down his legs onto the floor.
Later, he promised loosely, he’d think. Yet his thoughts still swam with muddied desire, leaving his mind scattered and misty. Alhaitham shower would help, he told himself. To clean his body would clean his mind. It would help, he repeated, his shaky hand fumbling for the bathroom door.