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The first time Kaveh kissed Alhaitham, they were laying side by side in bed. It was late into the night and Alhaitham had coaxed Kaveh to sleep after noticing that Kaveh had yet to take a break from a long day of work.

Instead of sleeping however, the two of them just enjoyed each other’s company in a comfortable silence, legs tangled up, and hands clasped together in an embrace. Their faces were so close, their noses were just a few centimeters away from touching.

This up close, Kaveh could see every detail in Alhaitham’s eyes. From the teal outer ring, its amber center, and even the orange flecks spread throughout, Kaveh was mesmerized by his eyes, unable to look away from the beauty in front of him.

He wasn’t sure what came over him at that moment, but the next thing he knew, he was leaning forward, pressing his lips against Alhaitham’s cheek. Alhaitham’s eyes widened in surprise, but before Kaveh could pull away, Alhaitham leaned forward and kissed his cheek.

Neither was able to resist the magnetic pull between them. Kaveh’s hands were on Alhaitham’s shoulders as they closed the distance and met each other in a passionate, needy kiss.

They remained tangled up together in bed, side by side as they tested the waters they were treading.

Ever since that night, they have been unable to be apart. Every moment they had alone was spent in each other’s embrace, bodies pressed against each other as they made out. Every night was spent in bed, experimenting with just how good they could make each other feel in bed.

Kaveh discovered that Alhaitham liked it when he held onto his shoulders for dear life, leaving marks on his back while Kaveh nearly lost his mind every time Alhaitham groped his ass or grabbed his waist to forcibly grind his body against Alhaitham’s.

One time, things got so heated that Alhaitham rolled on top of Kaveh, completely covering him. Instantly, Kaveh’s heart began to race and he felt like the air had been stolen from his lungs. While these feelings usually are associated with positive feelings, it was anything but.

In his panic, he broke the kiss and grabbed Alhaitham’s shoulders, flipping them over so that he was straddling Alhaitham’s hips. It was only when he looked down at the love of his life who stared up at him with adoring eyes did his panic finally subside, and relief washed over.

Underneath him, he felt trapped but on top of Alhaitham, he felt free and in control. In this position, he could cradle Alhaitham’s face in his hands and lean down to kiss him as Alhaitham held onto his hips. This position was better for Kaveh’s heart, and sanity.

Ever since then, Kaveh refused to be underneath Alhaitham. Every time they made out, they had to be either lying next to each other, or Kaveh had to be on top of him. Alhaitham understood this, and never complained, happy to comply with whatever made his beloved happy.

Even the first time they truly lost themselves to the throes of pleasure was spent with Kaveh on top of Alhaitham, hands intertwined as Kaveh rode Alhaitham’s cock in a steady pace. And it was everything Kaveh could have ever wanted.

Kaveh loved Alhaitham. Never had he ever felt more complete than whenever their bodies joined together as one. Every time Alhaitham entered him he felt like he was reaching the gates of Celestia.

And every time Kaveh threw his head and placed his hand on his stomach, feeling how deep Alhaitham could reach inside of him, the sensation filled him with joy.

Alhaitham did everything Kaveh wanted, without asking for anything in return.

If Kaveh wanted to ride his cock, he laid down on his back and held onto Kaveh’s hips to keep him steady. If Kaveh wanted to be fucked from behind as they cuddled, then he gladly did it as he whispered praises into his ear between each thrust.

Kaveh felt guilty. He knew it was selfish to never explore further than what he was comfortable with, but he hated feeling trapped. And he hated himself for it. Why couldn’t he just be happy with whatever? Why did his body react like that every time Alhaitham laid on top of him?

Despite the ache in his heart, Alhaitham reassured him time and time again, that as long as Kaveh was happy, so was he. Alhaitham’s number one priority was Kaveh’s pleasure and comfort, and that if he truly didn’t want it then he wouldn’t do it. It soothed all of his worries, and so things stayed the same. Whenever they made love Alhaitham always made sure Kaveh was comfortable, checking in on him once in a while.

One day, as they heatedly made out in bed, Alhaitham got a little too excited and crawled on top of Kaveh, deepening their kiss. Panic began to rise in Kaveh’s heart and he almost broke the kiss, but suddenly, Alhaitham ran his hand through his hair. The gesture was so soft and gentle, that it flipped a switch inside of Kaveh’s body.

He no longer felt trapped underneath Alhaitham. Instead, he felt safe, and protected, knowing that whatever happens, Alhaitham would never hurt him. Underneath Alhaitham, he could relinquish control and know he would be safe.

It felt nice to be cradled, cared for, and be cherished by the man he loved. Underneath Alhaitham, he was something to be worshipped and taken care of, and he relished in the feel of Alhaitham’s hand trailing down his body as he treated him as such.

And that’s how he has felt ever since. He no longer feels trapped underneath Alhaitham. In fact, he enjoys it, for he knows that there is no place he is safer in than the arms of Alhaitham, who loves him and will never let any harm come to him.

To feel safe, sound, and loved by someone who cherishes you more than anything else in existence when you are at your most vulnerable. What more can anyone ever ask for?