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It unfolds over breakfast.
If Alhaitham had any thoughts about the fact that Kaveh was more quiet than usual, he kept them to himself.
Finally, Kaveh looked over to the calender on the wall.
"My heat is coming up.."
Alhaitham didn't look up from the paper he was reading.
"I am aware."
Of course he was. Kaveh let go of another sigh.
Alhaitham raised his eyes to look at him.
"What's with that face? Is it bad timing for you?"
Kaveh wrinkled his brows and waved a dismissive hand.
"No, it's just.."
He pulled a face and Alhaitham raised his brows but kept silent as he waited for Kaveh to spill his thoughts.
"It just.. it bugs me that I have no control over my actions! You never tell me what I'm like during my heat!"
Alhaitham cast his eyes back down to his texts.
"I told you, if you want to know just tell Mehrak to record you."
Kaveh balled up his napkin and threw it. It barely made a sound as it hit Alhaithams hair.
"Pervert! I would rather die! Stop teasing me, do you really want me to drop dead from embarrassment??"
Alhaitham exhaled a quiet snort.
Kaveh leaned back and pulled his hair.
"Don't you get that it's frustrating not to know how you take care of me? I know you do! I can't remember, but I can feel it!"
He pursed his lips. Alhaitham was rarely affectionate and Kaveh was okay with it. Mostly because those rare moments were so special this way.
But his boyfriend catering to his needs for three full days sounded like heaven nonetheless.
Still.. that wasn't what was actually bugging him. That problem was way to hard to talk about. So he'd rather vent about the general topic.
For a moment, Alhaitham looked surprisingly serious.
"Hm.. I guess we could start early."
What? Kaveh stared at him with wide eyes.
Usually they spent his preheat getting everything ready and catching a breather before Kaveh lost his mind to the fever.
But starting early..?
While Kaveh was trying to wrap his head around the idea, Alhaitham shook his head.
"But that would hardly be an accurate representation of the scenario you wish to experience. After all, you would have to play your part. And I don't thing you could do it."
Kaveh stared at him with his mouth open. The audacity of this man! Even after all these years it still shocked Kaveh.
"Excuse me? What about my behavior could be that hard to replicate? Am I turning into a stereotypical omega after all, is that what you are saying!?"
Alhaitham sighed and pushed the papers aside.
His eyes were way too serious as he watched Kaveh across the table.
"Your bias against your own folk is an disaster as always. Might I remind you, you are the only omega I ever experienced in full heat. So I have no comparison. But I wouldn't compare your behavior to the fetishized image you have in your head, no."
Kaveh closed his mouth for a second until he couldn't hold it back anymore.
"If you won't tell me then don't berate me for trying to fill in the gaps! If I don't turn into a whore then what's the issue!?"
Alhaitham had the gall to look annoyed.
"Three things."
Kaveh held his breath. Finally he was getting answers.
Alhaitham raised three fingers.
"You can't talk. You don't question what I'm doing. And worst of all for you - you'd have to be at ease."
Kaveh stared at him, his head suddenly empty. To fill the silence he snorted.
"What, you think I can't play dead pillow princess?"
Alhaitham leaned back.
"I'm not surprised that being patient and relaxed is a hard to concept for you. So, to answer your question: No. I don't think you could do it."
For a moment Kaveh stared onto the table. Then he slowly stood up and gathered the dishes, clearly pissed of.
"Fuck you. I will be so relaxed! You will eat your words, just you wait!"
As he stormed to the kitchen he could swear Alhaitham looked amused. That bastard.