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They sit four to a booth, as usual in Lambad’s Tavern. Two on each side.
This evening, they've chosen one of the corner booths upstairs. Just to make entirely sure nobody sees them- though honestly, there's no point. The other patrons of Lambad's Tavern on a Friday night are all preoccupied with their own conversations, and the sound of drunken chatter easily drowns out the noise of… salacious activity.
Tighnari leans into the center of the table, raising a hand to muffle his voice.
“Still doing okay?”
The Grand Sage nods quietly, head bowed over the table.
The Valuka Shuna sits back down with a satisfied smile. “Good boy.”
Alhaitham visibly shivers at the praise. Cyno leans back against the booth’s cushions, his face cast into shadow by his Matra’s headdress.
“You know, I should really arrest us all for public indecency.”
“Don't worry, they can't see him.” Kaveh replies cheerily, brushing a stray hair out of his eyes. The Light of Kshahrewar is pleasantly flushed- but this time, it's not from alcohol.
His other hand remains conspicuously underneath the table, shoulder jerking with repetitive movements.
Tighnari sighs, allowing his bushy tail to settle into Kaveh's lap. “Still, it's our duty as citizens to keep our business to ourselves… it's a little risky, since you and I are on the outer seats. I'll move my tail once you've calmed down, so to speak.”
Kaveh flushes even deeper, his spare hand moving to cover his face. “Oh… was it that obvious that I'm hard? I tried choosing baggier pants.”
Cyno chuckles quietly. “Of course. After all, our Grand Sage is practically fighting for his life over here- it's difficult to not feel envious.”
Alhaitham, still doubled over in the inside corner of the booth, looks up at Cyno desperately.
As usual during these activities, the stoic Matra’s face gives nothing away- other than the fact that his pupils are wide with arousal, black pupils almost drowning out the red.
Kaveh flicks his wrist in just the right way, and Alhaitham lets out a loud grunt.
(It was… kind of an accident, the way the four of them had gotten into this habit.
It started when Kaveh, drunker than usual after a failed project, got a little too frisky and slipped a hand into Alhaitham's pants during one of their weekly meetups.
Tighnari and Cyno noticed immediately, of course. Valuka Shuna have miraculous hearing, and the General Mahamatra’s eyes are sharp.
But instead of being disgusted, they simply… played along. After all, who wouldn't take the chance to knock their very attractive Acting Grand Sage down a peg or two?
And the next week, it happened again- this time with more commentary. More touching.
The embarrassment was bordering on painful- but when Alhaitham came inside his boxers, it felt beyond euphoric.
It became a bit of a tradition for the four of them, every time they met up. Drinks, dinner, TCG- and now, teasing Alhaitham until he's begging for mercy.
That is their Table Game.)
“Focus, Haitham.” Kaveh chides, running his palm over Alhaitham's clothed abdomen. The scribe shivers again, feeling his muscles convulse involuntarily at his roommate's touch.
His dick, standing tall and leaking furiously underneath the booth, twitches at the loss of contact as Kaveh withdraws it. Alhaitham himself turns his face away, trying not to let his expression break.
Tighnari’s tail, which had settled in Kaveh's lap previously, begins to wag with delight. “Oh, are you that desperate already? I had no idea you were such a pervert, Alhaitham.”
“It's been a long week.” Alhaitham murmurs unsteadily.
“Oh, is that so?” Cyno mocks, propping his head up with his hands. “I think you're becoming a bit of a sex addict. You can't get off without our help, can you? You can sit there and sadly jerk off in your office as much as you like, but you know it feels better when Kaveh does it for you.”
“One of these days, I'm going to have one of you switch with me.” Kaveh grouses. “My arthritis is acting up.”
Tighnari's ears perk up with interest. “Oh? I wasn't aware you were comfortable with having someone else touch your partner, but I suppose variety is the spice of life.”
Alhaitham closed his eyes, trying desperately not to lose control as Kaveh's hand wanders back down to his cock.
It's unfair. Kaveh has learned to tease him in the worst way, and the sheer humiliation of doing it in front of their friends is enough to make Alhaitham's stomach burn with a mix of arousal and embarrassment.
Kaveh lets his fingers dance over the tip, tracing down bulging veins. Alhaitham's hips buck as he exhales harshly through his nose.
“I still can't believe you're this big, yet you're such a lazy bum in bed… Tighnari, you should see him, honestly. This fat cock, all those muscles- yet he barely uses them! What a waste…”
Tighnari's eyes are sharp with fascination as he peers over the booth. “Oh? I never took you for a pillow princess, Alhaitham.”
“With those tits? I don't blame him.” Cyno interjects. “I mean, look at them. It must hurt if they bounce too much.”
Tighnari smirks. “Hm. I hadn't thought of that, but I suppose it makes sense. Is that why you wear such tight shirts, Alhaitham? Are they too heavy for you? We can get you a sheer bra at the tailors. I'm sure it would look good on you.”
Alhaitham grits his teeth in lieu of replying.
Out of nowhere, Cyno grabs his chin. Tilting it upwards until a hazy teal gaze meets crimson.
“Oi. My boyfriend is talking to you. Answer him.”
Alhaitham opens his mouth just as Kaveh's hand picks up the pace, sliding up and down his shaft.
“Ahn~!”
Cyno quickly pushes upwards in a panic, snapping Alhaitham's jaw shut mid-moan. “Shhh, shhh! You'll get us caught!”
“Sorry. My fault.” Kaveh replies, not looking particularly sorry at all as he viciously squeezes the base of Alhaitham's cock.
(Ah yes, Kaveh and Cyno's favorite part of the Table Game- punishment. Alhaitham has been too loud, and so he must grin and bear it.)
The scribe bows his head, trying desperately not to react to the pain.
“Ooh, you're mean.” Cyno doesn't smile, but his eyes are unabashedly eager as he glances under the table.
Alhaitham lets out a thin whine as Kaveh's fingers dig into soft flesh.
He's leaking harder than ever, he knows he is- he can feel the precum sliding down his shaft, wetting Kaveh's hands and soiling his manicured nails.
Kaveh gives him an experimental pump, and Alhaitham shudders as even more precum dribbles from his aching tip.
“Don't bully him too much.” Tighnari warns. “You'll ruin his orgasm if you apply enough pressure to hurt. It's not much fun to walk around with a bruised dick.”
Kaveh leans in to peck Alhaitham's cheek. “Oh, don't worry. He likes this.”
I do, Alhaitham thinks hazily, hips twitching as Kaveh rubs at his frenulum. I like anything you do.
“Hm. Figured that the most unreadable man in all of Sumeru would secretly be a masochist.”
Alhaitham lets his eyes flutter shut, basking in the sensation of Kaveh's hand sliding over his cock. The architect's hands are soft in some places and calloused in others- it's a strange mix of stimulation.
“He's holding on for longer than usual today.” Cyno observes. “Have you been training him at home or something? It's been almost an hour.”
Kaveh nods proudly, kissing Alhaitham's face again. “He's been very good whenever I edge him lately, but this is a new record. I might have to give him a reward later.”
Tighnari props up his chin with his hand. “What kind of rewards do you usually give him?”
“Just about anything where I get to top him. He prefers to just go through the trouble of preparing so that he can lay there and do nothing when we actually fuck.”
Alhaitham stifles another groan.
Fuck. What would Kaveh let him do, now that he's broken his previous record?
For all that they bicker and argue, Kaveh's love language is service.
Would he tie Alhaitham to the bed and ride him until he cried? Would he allow Alhaitham to sit on his face? Would he make Alhaitham lay back while he sucked him off? Would he sit Alhaitham in his lap and hold him upright, so that his dick grinds against Alhaitham's prostate just right?
Kaveh's fingernail ghosts over the urethra as he squeezes the head of his cock.
He can't help it. A thin line of drool slips from Alhaitham's jaws and onto the table.
“You're making a mess.” Tighnari chides, quickly swiping it away with a cocktail napkin. “You'll get us caught if you're not careful.”
“Hand me one of those, would you?” Kaveh asks, painfully casual. “I can feel him twitching, and I’d hate to make a mess of Lambad's floors again.”
Alhaitham remembers last week. The way he'd come with a groan so loud that Kaveh had been forced to muffle his mouth with his hand, the way he'd released so hard that it hit the underside of the table…
And then, he registers the foreign sensation. Rough, coarse paper, cupping around the swollen head of his cock.
(The napkin.)
The harsh texture is almost too much to bear. Alhaitham turns to the side, hiding his face in the crook of his roommate's neck with a broken sob.
“Please…!”
Kaveh's spare hand rises to comb through his hair.
“You can let go, Haitham. You did so well.”
(Kaveh is always strangely gentle with him towards the end.)
He closes his eyes, letting his vision white out with a soft whine as his nose presses into Kaveh's collarbone.
Hot cum fills the napkin as his cock pulses in Kaveh's hand. The thumb at his tip rubs comforting circles, letting Alhaitham's orgasm wash over him in repetitive waves as he shudders in his seat.
He doesn't even realize he's moaning too loudly until Tighnari leans in to cover his mouth with a gentle gloved paw.
Alhaitham goes utterly boneless at Kaveh's side, his erection slowly softening in his roommate's hand. His head is spinning- but there's still a faint glow of pride as he listens to his friends’ appreciative murmurs.
When Alhaitham finally opens his eyes again, Cyno immediately pulls his hat down over his face- but not before he catches a glimpse of the General Mahamatra's flushed cheeks.
“An exceptional performance, Grand Sage.”
“Acting.” Alhaitham wheezes, still desperately trying to catch his breath as Kaveh wipes the remnants of cum from his dick.
Tighnari's tail swishes back to Kaveh's lap.
“Care to join us in Ghandarva Ville for the night?”
Kaveh waves him off with a soft laugh. “Oh, no. We couldn't possibly intrude… But how about you guys come back to ours?”
“Beds are a little small, but there's plenty of space for us all on the divans.” Alhaitham supplies.
“Oh? Are we continuing?” Cyno muses. “I was wondering when we'd move to the next step.”
“...Next step?”
“Well, we can't let Alhaitham have all the fun. I wouldn't mind watching Kaveh rail you. Or vice versa.”
Heat flares in Alhaitham's gut, and his spent cock twitches with interest. Kaveh giggles, his face turning an even deeper red.
“I don't think either of us would be opposed to that.”