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“Of course, compared to the mercenaries, I’m merely a feeble scholar.”
Feeble, he said. Kaveh couldn’t fucking believe it.
It took everything in Kaveh’s power to not call him out on it, to not yell at him again at his pathetic attempts at pretending to be humble. Alhaitham was… an amazing man, sure, Kaveh was biased in that regard after being together for years, but he still absolutely hated it when he did that. His arrogance was so annoying.
“Alright!” Paimon started, clapping her hands together in determination. “Let’s get started on… are you alright Kaveh? You’re making a face.”
“Great!” Kaveh said, a little too forced through clenched teeth. He honestly had no idea what Alhaitham and Lumine discussed in their little planning meeting, he was too caught up on his stupid idiot lover calling himself fucking feeble. Completely absurd. It was fine, he knew the basic gist of what was going on anyway. “Just-just absolutely wonderful! Now let's go save the Dendro Archon.”
Lumine and Paimon didn’t see anything wrong and smiled at him, nodding in agreement before running off to do what they needed to do. Alhaitham didn’t budge, he just looked at him with his annoying neutral face.
“What’s your problem?” He asked, casual, if not just a little bit smug.
How fucking dare you. “My problem? What’s yours!?” Kaveh jabbed a finger into the middle of his thick, absolutely-not-feeble chest.
Alhaitham slapped it away, rolling his eyes and scoffing at him. “I have more important things to do than listen to your bitching again.” He completely ignored Kaveh’s offended look and turned away. “In fact, we both have more important things to do, so why don’t you hurry up and do your part instead of groping me.” Alhaitham huffed at him again before walking off, but not until he stopped a few steps away to glare over his shoulder. “I’ll see you tonight.”
Kaveh crossed his arms and turned his nose at him, not saying anything to be a stubborn little shit about it. Alhaitham deserved it.
He didn’t move on, but instead glared at him a little more. “Kaveh.” He warned, voice low and almost threatening.
Which, of course, was “ say it back already or I’ll be in a bad mood for the rest of the day and it’ll be all your fault” in tsundere bitch speech. It was one of the many languages Kaveh had to learn to be a scholar, even though it didn’t count as a credit, for whatever reason.
Like many arguments before, Kaveh lost. He let out a dramatic groan and uncrossed his arms. “Alright, fine, I’ll see you tonight. Don’t get into any trouble that your feeble ass can’t get out of.”
Alhaitham raised a brow at him at that, but before he could bicker with him some more—and because he was better than him—Kaveh won the argument by turning on his heels and stomping away. He totally won that time.
~!~
Everything was perfectly placed, now they just needed to wait until tomorrow to properly execute it. Kaveh’s role was that from the shadows; he didn’t have to pretend that his akasha got corrupted nor dance in front of all the scholars, but he still had an important part. If Dehya couldn’t rescue Lumine and Paimon in time, he was supposed to use his knowledge of the inner workings of the Akademiya to get her out. Dehya knew that she and her team could take care of all the guards no problem, except for the time limit to move onto the next part of the plan, given that Lumine could wake the Dendro Archon up. If she couldn’t, a signal would be sent to him, and it was his turn to metaphorically shine. It was just another one of those easier said than done things.
Kaveh made it home first, and some odd hours later, Alhaitham showed up too. Kaveh didn’t get up to greet him like a doting partner—that just wasn’t them—but he wasn’t needlessly cruel. He still tilted his head upwards and hummed a hello as Alhaitham leaned down to kiss the top of his head.
Which gave Kaveh a wonderful view of his feeble chest. He was frowning again before he even realized it.
Of course, when Alhaitham pulled back, he noticed it too. He scoffed at him again. “You’ve been in such an annoying mood all day. What the hell’s your problem?”
At least, he didn’t sound smug anymore, but that didn’t help Kaveh’s mood one bit. “Who’s fault do you think that is!? Is there anyone else in this nation that could possibly get on my nerves as much as you!?” His hands slammed on the table he was reviewing the Akademiya’s blueprints from as he stood up from his seat. “Who are you trying to show off to?”
“Why would I need to show off to anyone? I’m simply doing my part to save our archon.” He was glaring at him again, but this time, it was actually from anger instead of pouting because he wasn’t getting attention.
“Ha! As if, feeble scholar my ass! You know very well that you can handle taking out a group of mercenaries—you’ve done it before!”
Alhaitham didn’t respond right away. He simply looked at him like he was an idiot, which was actually quite common, really. It didn’t help that Alhaitham could make someone able to solve the world’s hardest math problems still seem like an idiot, he just always had that look about him and talked in that certain tone. “Are you really that caught up on my word choice?”
“Because it’s a blatant lie! You always have to put on a modest act in public. Oh?” Kaveh started his next string of sentences in a mocking voice. “This book I’m always reading? Just a simple book over the laws of physics, you wouldn’t understand. Little ol’ me? No, I couldn’t possibly fight anyone, I’m so weak in comparison.”
“I’m not going to brag about myself like some haughty fool. Who do you think I am?”
“I think you’re someone who gets cranky when he can’t exercise three times a week. I think you’re someone who gets downright insufferable when I don’t make his pre-workout meal just right and when I don’t join him for one of those sessions.”
“How dare I care about my lover’s physical health.” Alhaitham snapped back, getting just as mad as Kaveh felt. “If I didn’t make you workout with me, you’d stay hunched over your desk all day.”
“I get up and stretch every now and then!” Kaveh quickly defended himself. Sure, he didn’t do it that often, there were many times where he was too invested in his work to remember to do so, but he wasn’t always hunched over his work like a shrimp. Alhaitham constantly made him aware of their height difference by literally looking down on him, so Kaveh was not about to make that difference worse by having a hunchback.
“And you need to do something around my house since you hardly pay your share of rent. You’re lucky that I somehow can stomach your cooking or I would’ve kicked you out long ago.”
“You would never.” Kaveh challenged. That was an empty threat he’d heard for years now. It hadn’t had any real weight since their first few months together.
Alhaitham matched his dare and stared down his nose at him. “Watch me.”
Kaveh wasn’t kicked out, but he was kicked to the couch. That… was a pretty normal occurrence, unfortunately. At least Alhaitham had a comfortable couch, but then again he was so kind to let Kaveh pick it out since he said he’d be sleeping there a lot. Such a sweet, romantic gesture.
Pillow behind him and a blanket thrown over his body, Kaveh didn’t even bother trying to sleep just yet. His mind was too busy racing, thinking over many things such as every little thing that could go wrong with the plan. It was impossible to make it watertight, especially since the biggest factor relied purely on luck, but they were still doing what they could.
He wondered if Deyha could really handle all the guards that would be thrown at her after luring them away. He wondered just how well he could guide her to Lumine through the Akademiya, or if he would have to get her himself. He wondered if there really wasn’t anything else they could do besides rely on blind luck that the Dendro Archon would listen to Lumine’s cries to wake up. Would people wait and be awed by Nilou’s dance to stand still and watch? Or would they quickly realize what she was doing and arrest her before she has the chance to truly start? Would Isak be able to evade the guards and herd them where they needed them to go for Dehya to fight them? They really just gave a child such a huge, important role…
And of course, there was Alhaitham. Thankfully his title in the Akademiya gave him some pull, but pretending to get corrupted made Kaveh’s gut feel heavy with worry. He didn’t complain when the suggestion was first brought up—Alhaitham knew what he was doing—but the guards would do anything to protect the Grand Sage. Kaveh tried to tell himself that they had every action and reaction predicted to over 90% accuracy, but… well it wasn’t like he exactly preferred people swinging weapons at his lover and trying to restrain him.
Kaveh wasn’t sure what time it was when he heard the bedroom door open. It squeaked a bit, and even though he told Alhaitham it was something he could get fixed, he wouldn’t allow it. He frowned a bit at that everlasting argument—he wasn’t going to destroy the place or put himself in even more debt fixing a single fucking door, but maybe Alhaitham didn’t allow him to do it to be stubborn for the fun of it. He was so annoying.
But he was just as stubborn, so he turned his face into the pillow and closed his eyes to pretend to be asleep. He even brought the blanket up right below his nose, just like he usually did, and to hide his mouth just in case his frown still lingered. Kaveh listened closely to the sound of quick footsteps stomping their way out of the bedroom, loud enough as if Alhaitham knew that he wasn’t asleep yet. That didn’t stop him from still pretending.
The footsteps came closer and closer until they stopped right by his face, but Kaveh still didn’t open his eyes. He stayed perfectly asleep until his pillow was ripped right out from under his head.
“Gods! Can’t you just leave me alone?” Kaveh complained because maybe tomorrow Alhaitham would be too focused on the mission to be in such a frustrating nuisance. He turned to snatch his pillow back, but doing so gave him many views: Alhaitham was trying to look indigent, but it was ruined by his blush. He had Kaveh’s pillow in hand, and he was reaching out with his other hand towards Kaveh’s wrist, but his yelling made him stop. Finally, his cock was straining against his sleep pants.
Alhaitham tried to glare down at him like usual, but it looked more like a pout this time around. “If you want me to leave you alone then… fine.”
“No, no you’re not leaving without an explanation.” Kaveh grabbed his wrist instead, keeping him place as he sat up on the couch. The blanket bundled in his lap, but he didn’t push it out of the way to stand up just yet. Once again his eyes darted up from Alhaitham’s erection to his face, back down to his cock.
“I can’t sleep.” Alhaitham spat out like he was served something disgusting, but even though his face was still hardened, his voice softened a bit. “I can’t relax enough to do so, but I know what would help and want to fuck before everything goes down tomorrow.” Alhaitham flexed his hand trapped in Kaveh’s hold, pinching the fabric of his sleeve to tug to get him to move and do as asked.
But Kaveh was still stubborn, if not a bit smitten. He did love that part of Alhaitham, how blunt he could be and how easy it was for him to say anything he wanted from him. For as many times it caused arguments, it also led to moments like this. He couldn’t agree more that it would be the perfect way to burn off excessive energy and actually be able to sleep tonight.
Feeble, though…
“Why can’t you do it yourself?” Kaveh teased, smirking up at him. Maybe he was pushing his luck, or maybe this was the roundabout way he had to take to get the vaguest hint of an apology.
Alhaitham looked down at him like he was nothing, but he was still as honest as ever. “I don’t want to do it myself. I have you.” He hissed out, blushing even redder.
“And if I’m not in the mood?” Kaveh asked, having a bit more fun.
Here, Alhaitham considered his words, looking at him thoughtfully. There were nights like that, of course, it just came with being in a relationship for so long, but it seemed like they both knew that that wasn’t the case this time around. He could always read him too easily though, so the hesitation lasted only a second before he pulled on Kaveh’s sleeve again. “When are you not? C’mon already.”
“Alright, alright,” but Alhaitham was already pulling him up off the couch before he could finish his sentence. The blanket was left behind, but he still kept a hold of his pillow to drag him back into their bedroom, “I’ll take care of you tonight.”
From the still lit lamp on the bedside table, Kaveh could see the start of a smile on Alhaitham’s face. It felt good to see that again.
Kaveh’s pillow was tossed on the middle of the bed. Alhaitham didn’t bother undressing, he simply stepped closer until he could pull his knee up to lean against the mattress. He didn’t get comfortable just yet, instead opting to look over his shoulder to boss Kaveh around again. “Undress.”
Kaveh’s hands were immediately at the bottom hem of his shirt to pull it over his head. “And what about you?”
Alhaitham made himself comfortable on the bed, laying on his stomach with his still prominent erection pressing against the pillow. His hips were slightly lifted upwards in the air and Kaveh saw them twitch as he rutted against the pillow once. “You’ll do it for me.”
His shirt fell to the floor, pants and underwear soon following. “Yes, of course I will.” Alhaitham looked awfully smug at getting his way as Kaveh made his way to the bed to sit next to him. “You’d think with how desperate you looked waking me up, you’d at least strip yourself.” He commented, his hand coming to the small of Alhaitham’s back to simply rest there. He pushed back into his hand, grinding against the pillow again. His teeth bit into his bottom lip to keep himself quiet, but Kaveh knew that that wouldn’t last long. “Did you at least try to please yourself before coming to me?” He asked, keeping his hand in place.
“No,” Alhaitham gritted out, trying to get Kaveh’s hand to move lower once again, “don’t need to.”
He left it at that, but Kaveh liked hearing the bit he left unsaid this time. “And why’s that?”
“Kaveh…” He tried to say it in the same threatening tone he did earlier in the day, but it was not nearly as effective with his face pressed against the pillow and his ass in the air.
“Hmm?” Kaveh hummed, a happy, questioning little tune as he pressed the tips of his fingertips underneath Alhaitham’s clothes to touch skin.
“I have you.”
It was said a bit too quietly for Kaveh’s liking, but he would be kind. He could get him louder later on anyway. “You have me.” Kaveh confirmed. He grabbed Alhaitham’s waist band to pull his pants off, tossing them to join his own clothes on the floor. Those out of the way, he touched the small of his back again, but he didn’t linger for long. His hand moved now, finally sliding down to his ass. His index finger dipped in between, gently brushing against his hole, but he didn’t press in. He simply petted him, not having the means to penetrate him. “Could you grab the lube for us?”
Alhaitham’s whine wasn’t muted that time. It bubbled from his throat, but he still kept it soft by keeping his lips pressed together tight.
Kaveh chuckled at him and stopped his petting. He kept his finger right on his hole, pushing a little harder against it, but still not entering. “I’d hurt you if I fucked you like this. Besides, you’re closer, and do you really want me to stop touching you right now?”
“…Fine.” Alhaitham finally complied. He really hated doing anything for himself in this regard, but somehow, Kaveh found it endearing. Alhaitham, larger than life, all important Scribe Alhaitham liked to be treated like a princess in bed and not lift a finger if he didn’t have to. Only here was he truly feeble.
Speaking of…
Alhaitham grabbed their half used vial of slick from the bedside table and handed it back towards Kaveh. He looked over his shoulder, waiting for him to take the vial from his hand. Kaveh didn’t, it fell to the bed with a thump that was completely overshadowed by the sound of him slapping Alhaitham’s ass. His body went rigid, his breath getting stuck in his throat, but Kaveh was too busy watching his ass jiggle in the wake of his palm.
“Kaveh-” Alhaitham looked over his shoulder to try and complain, but Kaveh smacked his ass again.
“What?” He dragged out the question. “Does it hurt? I was certain your wonderful, strong body could handle such a simple slap.” He did it again, smile growing when he saw his skin start to turn red. Kaveh spread his fingers wide to fully grab his abused left cheek, squeezing for the flesh to mold around his fingers. No, he wouldn’t be able to do that if he really was weak and didn’t have such a tedious workout routine.
“Get on with it.” Alhaitham gritted out, but Kaveh didn’t miss the way he twisted his hips to press more into his hand.
One day Kaveh would get him to admit he loved being spanked, but it seemed like today was not that day. A shame, really, but that didn’t stop Kaveh from letting go to slap him one last time. He forced out a proper moan this time, so Kaveh decided to be nice and reward him with what Alhaitham wanted to begin with.
With one hand gently petting his ass to soothe away any lingering pain, Kaveh reached for the once forgotten lube. The vial had rolled close to Alhaitham’s stomach from where he dropped it, so Kaveh made sure to just barely brush his fingers against his skin to grab it. He pushed the lid open with his thumb, keeping the lid out of the way with his index finger as he angled it downwards towards Alhaitham. His hand still on his ass pulled his cheek out of the way to expose his hole, and Kaveh watched the clear substance drip right on top of his twitching rim.
Alhaitham sucked a sharp breath between his teeth at the cold touch, but he didn’t complain surprisingly enough.
Kaveh closed the vial again and placed it right by Alhaitham’s shoulder. “Be a dear and keep this safe for me?” He teased, three of his fingers slowly pushing down his tailbone to his ass again.
It was hard to tell if the noise Alhaitham made was a whine or a moan, but he buried it in the pillow as he tried to roll his hips into Kaveh’s hands again. He didn’t bother trying to let go of the sheets to do as asked, his fingers curling deep into the dark green fabric.
Kaveh tutted, “If we lose the rest that we have, it’ll be your fault and you’ll have to buy us more.”
“It’s not hard to get a hold of.” Alhaitham countered, tongue still sharp even if his body was fully submissive otherwise.
“I suppose not,” Kaveh said idly, his fingers stopping right as his rim. It made his breath pick up again, and Kaveh felt the shiver that ran through Alhaitham’s body in anticipation, “but we might need more for later on tonight.” He punctuated his sentence by finally pressing the tip of his index finger inside, slowly working him open and spreading about the lube.
It caused Alhaitham to stop his response right away to moan, a breathy noise that he tried and failed to swallow down. “Only once tonight.”
“Aww, only once?” He pouted, but even he had his limits to teasing as he pushed his finger deeper to work him open.
“We still need to sleep.” Of course he had to remind them of responsibility, but they did have to get up rather early tomorrow. “But afterwards… We can go all night.”
Kaveh chuckled, his finger curling inside. “My, a rare idea of yours that I actually like.”
Alhaitham tried to sound smug with his hummed noise of approval, but it transformed into a moan as Kaveh pushed a second finger inside him. He stretched him open, spreading his fingers as wide as he could before curling them again to reach deeper. His fingers continued to move, a steady pace that pumped inside him as he looked for the lube again. Kaveh grabbed it, and although it was awkward—Alhaitham sure wasn’t going to help him—he popped it open with his thumb and poured more onto his palm. He didn’t bother trying to close it as he flexed his hand to move the sticky substance about.
“Hypocrite, don’t get onto me for wasting lube when you don’t even bother to close it up. You’re cleaning the sheets when we’re done.” Alhaitham scolded, but at least he reached out to grab the vial to properly secure it.
“I don’t think you should be lecturing me right now.” Kaveh was in control here, and he didn’t have to listen to him say anything but moans of his name if he didn’t want to. To prove his point, he pulled his fingers until only the tips were inside and didn’t push them back in. He felt Alhaitham try to squeeze around nothing, trying to pull him back inside to erase the feeling of being empty, but Kaveh wasn’t having it. He simply took care of himself by coating his own hardening cock with lube.
He tried to be quiet, to keep up the indigent act, but it didn’t last long as Alhaitham got more desperate. He kept trying to push his hips upwards, to get Kaveh’s fingers deeper inside him again, but he meticulously kept his hand at a steady to still only be the tips. Kaveh felt himself twitch in his hand watching Alhaitham try to work for what he wanted, trying to actively seek it out himself instead of waiting for Kaveh to give it to him.
His mouth was wide open, sucking in harsh breaths with spit trailing down his chin and onto the pillow. His eyes were still open, but Kaveh knew they were unseen from the haze of sex and the tears that started to well up at the corners. If only he lifted his hips a bit higher, Kaveh was wondering how big the stain of precum on his pillow currently was. The pillowcase would have to be washed too, but it wasn’t like Kaveh was planning on using the pillow to begin with—not when he could just use Alhaitham’s not-so-feeble chest.
Finally, it seemed like Alhaitham remembered to actually use his voice instead of gasping in air. “Kaveh,” he whined, blinking away some of the tears to look at him, “Kaveh—Kaveh, please.”
Kaveh gave him the opposite of what he wanted. He pulled his fingers away completely, and the sound Alhaitham made sounded absolutely pitiful. “I think,” he squeezed himself in his hand, fully hard and properly slicked. He let go of his cock, using his dirtied hand as a support as he leaned to the side. The hand that was fingering Alhaitham came up, granting him max distance to slap Alhaitham’s ass once again, “you owe me an apology.”
The smack was loud, and Alhaitham’s moan sounded like it toed the line that that slap was actually painful instead of pleasurable, but that didn’t stop him from arching his back like a whore begging for more. The tears finally start to stream down his cheeks, adding to the wetness on his pillow. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Alhaitham repeated, maybe not even too aware of what he was apologizing for anymore as Kaveh slapped his ass again. “Sorry” soon turned into “ Please” as Alhaitham couldn’t control his voice nor his body. His voice hiccupped and cracked as if he was growing through puberty again, and his hips stuttered as if he couldn’t decide to hump the pillow more, or to stop because his dick was too sensitive.
Kaveh spanked him again. The way his body moved was absolutely mesmerizing. “Why don’t you turn around for me? I want to see your face.”
“Kaveh-Kaveh, please, no, I can’t.” He tried to beg, Kaveh’s favorite sound of all.
He merely hummed. “I think you can.” Kaveh punctuated the sentence with another slap.
Alhaitham cried out, his voice strangled in his throat and for a moment Kaveh wondered if he came. He placed his hand on his hip, rolling Alhaitham over on his stomach to see if so, but he was greeted by his straining, red cock. Precum leaked out the tip like a fountain, steadily streaming down his length to his balls. Kaveh could marvel at the thought that he might’ve had a dry orgasm, if it were not for the fact that Alhaitham didn’t turn himself over.
Kaveh tutted at his own foolishness as he settled between Alhaitham’s spread legs. “Looks like you couldn’t.” He tried to sound disappointed, but having Alhaitham spread out before him, red in the face, crying, and speaking broken syllables of his name proved to be rather distracting. He reached down, grabbing himself to line his cock against Alhaitham’s hole without pressing in. “How about you remove your shirt for me instead?”
Alhaitham tossed his head against the pillow, his back arching and he cried again. He acted as if it was the hardest thing in the world to do, as if he didn’t bench double his weight the other day and made Kaveh spot him as if he could do anything about it if he dropped the weights. Feeble, feeble.
Now, it was Kaveh’s turn to scold him “I’m sure you can do it. I won’t fuck you until you do.” The tip of his cock kissed Alhaitham’s hole and his thighs shook in need.
He looked at Kaveh, eyes still wet and pleading to take his shirt off for him, but he wasn’t going to budge. He could see Alhaitham thinking, trying to find a way out of it, but here, he was not nearly as stubborn even if he was still as smart. Alhaitham grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it upwards, making it bundle at his collarbone and stopping there. His chest was exposed, puffy, pink, inverted nipples stealing Kaveh’s gaze for a moment as he arched his back again. Kaveh wondered if he was trying to distract him from the fact that he didn’t remove it all the way. It was working.
“Is that the best you can do?” Kaveh asked, dragging his hands up Alhaitham’s stomach to cup his chest. His thumbs started to rub at his nipples to coax the tips outwards. “Can you really not do this for me?” He pulled his hips back, his cock now hovering over Alhaitham’s.
“I’m sorry, Kaveh, please-” The mindless string of words started to bubble out of Alhaitham’s mouth again like it was the only four words he knew. He repeated the phrase, occasionally mixing up which word went where as he grabbed the pillow behind his head. Doing so seemed to ground him and he soon remembered a few more words as the tears continued to fall. “Kaveh, fuck me, please—I’m sorry.”
Kaveh listened to him beg until his words started to slur together into incomprehensible moans. It won him over, but he still only stopped playing with his chest until his nipples finally popped out of hiding. He pinched them hard, making Alhaitham open his mouth wide as his moan struggled to come out of his throat. Kaveh kissed the side of his mouth and finally let his chest go to hold his hips again. “If your shirt gets in the way again, I’m stopping.”
It was an empty threat, and if Alhaitham had his mind about him, maybe he would’ve realized it too, but they were both too hyper-focused on the feeling of Kaveh finally pushing his cock inside. He didn’t bother stopping at any point to let Alhaitham adjust to his size, not when he already knew that he would whine and kick his legs to fill him completely. Sometimes Kaveh took his time to tease him, but he wanted to hurry up and fuck him too.
Kaveh’s grip remained tight on hips as he started to fuck him, his hips slapping against Alhaitham’s ass as loud as his hand once was. His own desperate moans started to harmonize with Alhaitham’s, but he was hardly listening to his own voice right now. He was too busy watching his lover: They way he writhed like the pleasure was too much. The way his voice was a pitch higher than how he normally spoke as he called out for Kaveh. His eyes were closed now, but that didn’t stop the tears from falling nor did wiping his cheek on the pillow from constantly tossing his head. Moving down his body, his legs were spread wide to make room for Kaveh’s body and his thighs shook with each thrust.
However, his shirt was slowly falling down his chest again. Stopping was the last thing on Kaveh’s mind, but he was not about to have some stupid piece of fabric get in the way of seeing Alhaitham’s beautiful nipples. He kept thrusting, but he pulled one hand away to grab a piece of fabric to stuff into Alhaitham’s open mouth. Alhaitham knew immediately what he wanted and closed his mouth around Kaveh’s fingers. He sucked them once before Kaveh pulled his hand back to grab his hips again.
He didn’t bother touching Alhaitham’s cock as he chased his own climax. It swayed with each punched thrust, and Alhaitham did nothing himself to bring himself closer to his peak. His hands stayed stuck in his pillow, but his hips rocked against Kaveh to match his pace.
It was Alhaitham who came first. His voice went up another octave as his body spasmed, coating his own chest in white without a single warning. He tightened around Kaveh’s cock deep inside him, keeping him in the best he could as a few more thrusts led him to cum inside. Kaveh kept his hips flush with Alhaitham’s ass until he was fully spent and he didn’t start pulling out until he felt himself start to soften. Kaveh watched the trail of white that started to seep out of Alhaitham’s twitching, reddened hole. It was like he tried and failed to keep it all in, too weak to do much besides let his body shake in orgasmic aftershock.
But as usual, when Alhaitham was too feeble to do something, Kaveh was right there to help him. He pressed two fingers inside Alhaitham, plugging him up.
“Are you sure we can’t go one more round?” Kaveh asked, hoping the only words he still knew were please, Kaveh, I’m sorry, and fuck me.
He wasn’t so lucky. Alhaitham squirmed, finally letting go of the pillow to push at Kaveh’s shoulders. He spat his shirt out of his mouth to speak up, “No, we can’t. Get off of me and go clean us up.”
Kaveh frowned and pulled his cum-coated fingers out to stick right into Alhaitham’s mouth. He glared at him, but his tongue still wrapped around his fingers to suck them clean. “Fine, fine. Tomorrow then, if things go well.” Content with the cleaning, he pulled his fingers out to do just that.
“You better do your part.” Alhaitham called to him before he left the bedroom.
Kaveh looked over his shoulder at him, remembering all they had to do. “And you better stay safe.”