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It was midday and Kaveh had just been getting home from some weekend shopping. Some groceries, some new earrings for himself, and a couple books that caught his attention. What really caught his attention, though, was the way his roommate was positioned when he got home. Alhaitham was in the middle of the living room with his right leg stretched nearly straight up over his head. He was holding it in place, eyes closed gently as if focusing.
“W-What are you doing?!” Kaveh squealed, slamming the door shut behind him, eyes darting out the peephole to see if anyone was nearby to catch a glimpse of what he saw.
“Stretching,” Alhaitham replied, letting his leg come down and switching to the other, “I suppose it makes sense that you aren't familiar, since you don’t touch your weapon in combat. I utilize a lot more of my body and my core while fighting, which, of course, leads to some soreness from time to time. Stretching is a good preventative.”
Kaveh scoffed, though the notion of him not holding his claymore wasn’t untrue, “Well,” he fumbled for a retort, “I just haven’t seen you do it before. I was caught off guard. I didn’t know you were so…”
“Flexible?” Alhaitham finished Kaveh’s sentence for him after his voice trailed off. He gave his calf and shin some half-hearted rubs, seeming to get some relief from it, “Surely you’ve seen me fight before,” it sounded more like a question than a statement.
“Well--” the blonde kicked himself internally for his repetitive speech, but he couldn’t help but graze his eyes over the muscles in Alhaitham’s thighs. They were stretched taut, on display more than usual. He reminded himself to finish his sentence, “I suppose not,” he decided.
“Enough about that, then,” Alhaitham let his left leg come down, beginning to give himself a bit of a shoulder rub. His attempt, though earnest, looked a little pathetic. Kaveh swallowed the question bubbling in his throat as Alhaitham spoke again, “What did you get in the city?” He glanced at Kaveh’s decently full bags.
“Ah, right,” Kaveh’s eyes lit up, demeanor changing immediately as he walked over to settle on the divan, right in front of that statue of a man, “I got some ingredients for dinner tonight, since it’s a bit of a wasteland in the kitchen right now.”
“Sounds good,” Alhaitham nodded along, raising his right arm over his head and leaning to the left. A small sigh left his lips, which Kaveh tried to ignore so he could finish explaining what he’d gotten.
He pulled out the pair of earrings, holding them up enough so that his roommate could see them, “I saw these and just couldn’t resist,” he admitted, “you know how I feel about gems like these.” Alhaitham responded with an “mm”, not even gracing him with a verbal reply. It was probably the nicest thing he had to offer anyways. The scribe lifted his left arm then, leaning all the way to the right, “I also got a few books,” Kaveh added, pulling them out of his bag and setting them on his lap, “some for me, some that I thought you’d be interested in.”
“How generous,” Alhaitham let his arm drop, finally taking a seat beside Kaveh and looking over his shoulder at the short stack of books, “thank you, Senior.”
“You’re welcome!” Kaveh said, a bit louder than he meant it. He ignored the way his face burned, hoping that it would make his roommate ignore it too. Alhaitham brought his hands back to his shoulders, massaging the areas surrounding his neck. Kaveh didn’t want to notice the little pout on his face when he was unsatisfied with his own hands, but of course he did.
Kaveh, the ever generous Light of Kshahrewar, opened his mouth again, “Do you,” he hesitated, “need help?” He tried not to wince at how small his voice was compared to just moments ago. Alhaitham turned his head to see Kaveh, expression unreadable. It seemed like he was scanning his face for any sign of… Anything. When he determined that the architect was being serious, he wordlessly turned his back to him, giving Kaveh a full view of those perfect, toned muscles. Kaveh stared for a moment, hands rising and falling back onto his lap with disbelief. His mouth was slightly agape, his eyes wide and his face red. He nearly jumped out of his skin when his junior turned his head just enough to make eye contact.
“Are you going to help me, Senior?” He asked, eyes glazed over. Kaveh didn’t even know that Alhaitham could make a face like that. He shakily grabbed the books off his lap, placing them on the table next to the divan.
“Yes,” Kaveh’s mouth was dry, “I wouldn’t offer like that and then…” He was thoroughly embarrassed by how poorly he suppressed his nervousness. Alhaitham must’ve known he was hesitant to initiate the touch, reaching for Kaveh’s thinner hands. He slowly brought them up to his shoulders and did his best to guide him to the spots that needed attention.
Kaveh had his own share of back pain, having spent most of his nights slumped over his desk working, so after Alhaitham let his hands fall away, the architect let himself find a rhythm and did his best to apply pressure in the right spots. He moved from the Scribe’s neck to his shoulders, to the upper middle of his back, and towards the sides of his back.
“That’s good, Kaveh,” Alhaitham interrupted the silence, voice softer than before. Kaveh hoped he didn’t notice the fraction of a second that he froze up at the praise. All he could do is force himself to keep going despite the blood rushing downstairs. He rubbed and rubbed, pouring his soul into pleasing his junior. He was finally (almost) fully comfortable with the touches until Alhaitham let out a groan. Not the usual one of annoyance, no. This one was filthy. Kaveh really froze up that time, hands falling still on the Scribe’s back. The brat didn’t waste a second, head whipping around, “Why did you stop?”
This was too much.
“I--” Kaveh stammered, “I remembered I have a project due this evening. I’d better get to work if you want dinner on time.”
It wasn’t a total lie. Just the fact that the project was due a week from that day.
“Do you need me to cook tonight?” Alhaitham asked genuinely, rolling his neck and bringing his body back around to face his roommate. He seemed satisfied with the audible snaps. Kaveh thought for a moment. He hoped his erection was gone. He was too afraid to even take a look.
“That would be appreciated,” he said, noncommittal to the idea, “but you never make dinner. Why today?”
Alhaitham paused, “To thank you for the nice massage,” he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Maybe it was, to anyone but Kaveh.
“Fine,” He agreed, standing up, “I’ll leave the ingredients on the counter. I didn’t have any specific dishes in mind yet. I just grabbed some vegetables, seasonings, two loaves of bread, and a couple other things, I think.”
“Okay,” Alhaitham stood up as well, bringing the pile of books to the kitchen with him. Kaveh took each ingredient out of the bag while the Scribe shuffled through the books one by one, looking at each for a minute or two, “These look good, Senior,” he decided, placing them back in a neat stack on the kitchen table, “Go do your work, I’ll start dinner in an hour or two.”
Normally, Kaveh would have something snarky to say at being told what to do. Today, though, Alhaitham was being too agreeable to risk it. He gave a smile and headed to his room. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it for a moment, “What the fuck.”
After a moment, he made his way over to his work desk, filing through some papers relevant to his project. He took a seat, sighing and grabbing his pencil. He threw his hair up to get it out of his face and got to work.
Tried to get to work.
All Kaveh’s genius brain could focus on was the way Alhaitham had his legs spread earlier. The desperate look on his face when Kaveh took too long to put his hands on him. The praise, the groan.
Kaveh was hard again. He grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose and leaning over his desk. He pulled out a plain sheet of paper, white-knuckling the pencil as he began his sketch. He started with the general shapes. The triangle of his upper body, the oblong shape of the thighs and lower legs, his neck, his head. Then he got to the details. Alhaitham with his thick thighs spread open for him, pussy leaking. His face was like earlier, eyes glazed over as if in a trance. He was using his middle and ring finger to hold his lips open. There were beads of sweat trickling down his toned abdomen, and he almost looked like he was drooling.
Another sketch. Alhaitham pressed against the wall with his leg up like earlier, a cock pressed inside him as deep as it can go. There were tears in the Scribe’s eyes and his hole was dripping everywhere. His lips were kiss-swollen and he looked utterly fucked out.
Another. Alhaitham on their kitchen table, pinned down and panting. His legs over his head while in a mating press. The tears were fully rolling down his face and there was some cum leaking from his abused cunt. His face was incredibly flushed. It looked like he was on the verge of losing consciousness.
Kaveh could hear the sound of Alhaitham beginning dinner in the kitchen. His erection was straining against his pants enough for it to hurt, and there was an embarrassing patch of precum on his crotch. He glanced at the door, ashamed, before pulling out his cock. It was red. Angry red. And it was harder than Kaveh had seen in his entire life. He reached into the drawer beneath his desk, where he mostly kept odds and ends and things he couldn’t bring himself to throw away. He took his half-empty bottle of lubricant and snapped the cap off. He jumped at how loud it was, hoping Alhaitham was tuning out noise at the moment. Kaveh tilted the bottle, letting a stream of lube drool onto his cock. He shivered, reaching down and making sure it thoroughly coated him.
Kaveh hated how good it felt to finally touch himself. Was he this pent up? He started stroking himself slowly, biting his lip. He peeked down at one of the sketches and threw his head back, covering his mouth with his free hand as an unexpected squeak flew from his lips. He looked at the door again, then back at the sketches.
The mating press sketch proved to be the most effective. He dragged his eyes over Alhaitham’s penciled frame. His cock throbbed at the desperate look on his face. He thought about that groan and sped up unconsciously. Kaveh was so needy to hear that voice. His eyes wandered down to Alhaitham’s stuffed pussy. Though there were no defining features on the hands that pinned him down and the cock fucking him stupid, Kaveh knew it was himself doing all those things to his junior.
Kaveh wondered how loud he could make Alhaitham if his reaction to a massage was so dramatic. He thought of Alhaitham whining for him, crying and waking the neighbors. Kaveh’s dick was twitching in his hand. The lubricant was mixing with his own precum to make a slick, disgusting sound as he jerked his cock. He was so close, just by staring at his own drawing of Alhaitham’s cunt. That thought alone drove him crazier.
Kaveh was teetering on the edge, eyes digging holes into all of the Alhaithams on his paper. His fat chest, his hole, his eyes. He couldn’t make it much longer.
“Kaveh.”
Kaveh came hard. His cum came out in long streaks of white, landing on his desk, his paper, the wall. He was panting, biting down on one of his fingers while he jerked himself through his orgasm. As he came back down to Earth, he took in his surroundings. Fuck, he had came so much. It was everywhere.
And Alhaitham was still waiting for him right outside the door!
He leapt out of his seat, wiping any visible cum from the room with a dirty shirt he’d left on the floor, tucking his cock away and wiping his right hand on his pants as he made it to the door. He opened it. hoping he didn’t look too flushed. He gave a smile to his roommate, “Hi.”
“Dinner’s ready,” Alhaitham gestured to the dishes he had set out for them on the table. He narrowed his eyes, “Are you okay?”
“What?”
“You look stressed,” Alhaitham tucked some blonde hair behind Kaveh’s ear, “and your hair is a mess.”
“Yeah,” he straightened out his back as if it would help his case, “This project is kicking my ass.” He quickly ran his fingers through his hair, making sure to use his left hand as there was both lubricant and drying cum on his other.
Alhaitham took him by (thankfully) the left hand, and pulled him out of his room, “Maybe after dinner I could give it a shot,” he offered.
“That won’t be necessary,” Kaveh quickly shut the door to his room with his sticky hand before pulling away from his junior’s touch. Alhaitham looked nearly upset. Kaveh reassured him, “I have to use the bathroom before I eat. Just one second, okay?” He waited for Alhaitham to nod before Kaveh made his way to the bathroom, closing and locking the door at an unbelievable speed. He went to turn on the sink, then remembered he hadn’t used the toilet yet. Alhaitham was one to notice these things, so he mustered up all the liquids he had left in him and took the tiniest pee of his life. He dabbed his tip dry with some toilet paper and tucked his appendage away, turning on the sink. He set the water as hot as it could go, like Kaveh wanted to sterilize himself. He scrubbed his hands with soap for a minute longer than usual before he left to go back to the kitchen.
Alhaitham was sitting in his usual chair, closer to the stove and facing the front door. Kaveh took his rightful seat across from him and let out a sigh of contentment at having covered up his crime. The Scribe picked up his spoon, ready to eat. Kaveh felt about the same way, grabbing his as well.
Kaveh looked at his bowl and paused, “Soup?”
“Is that alright with you?” Alhaitham raised an eyebrow, taking a slurp of his own bowl.
“Well, of course,” Kaveh put his hands up defensively, “I just know how you are with soup and your books.”
“That’s nice of you,” the tiniest of smiles wormed its way onto the Scribe’s face as Kaveh dipped a piece of bread in his soup, “but we’re eating together. I won’t need to protect my books this time.”
Kaveh paused mid-bite, “I see,” he replied before continuing to eat. After a few more spoonfuls and bites of soup-soaked bread, Kaveh looked at his roommate sitting across from him, “Thank you for dinner, my dear Junior,” he teased, giving Alhaitham’s shin a light nudge with his foot under the table.
Alhaitham looked back at him with wide eyes for a fraction of a second, and then he was back to his usual demeanor, “Thank you for the massage, my dear Senior,” he chided, taking Kaveh’s free hand with his own and allowing them to rest on the table together. Though tense, neither of them pulled their hands away. Kaveh figured it was one of those unspoken moments of stubbornness between them, enjoying the warmth of his junior’s hand nonetheless.
The rest of the dinner was quiet for the most part, both of them focusing on their soup and bread. Though a simple meal, it was more than filling. As they cleared the table, Kaveh’s belly was warm and full and, though the sun was still setting, he was fully ready for bed. It only took one trip for each of them since they only had a bowl and a plate each.
“Let me, Senior,” Alhaitham took Kaveh’s dishes from him when he made it to the sink, “I cooked, after all.”
Kaveh relinquished his dishes without an argument, noticing that a lack of which had become increasingly frequent today. He plopped himself down on the divan and watched his roommate clean their plates. The muscles of his back tightened and loosened in a delicious way that had Kaveh ready to jerk off again. Fuck, he was pathetic today. He tried to quietly sneak back to his room, but he could never hide anything from his junior. His bedroom door just a few feet away, Alhaitham stopped him, “Let me take a look at your project.”
“I--I think I’m just gonna call it a night,” Kaveh only half-lied, shuffling closer to his door. Alhaitham wasn’t having it, though, and swiftly put himself between Kaveh and the door.
The Scribe’s eyes were needy again, “Please?” He looked deeply into his roommate’s carmine eyes. Kaveh thought Alhaitham had to know what he was doing to him with that expression by now. He added, “I wouldn’t want you to fall behind on rent.”
Kaveh felt steam come out of his ears, “Of course that’s what this is about!” He shouted, “You selfish--”
To Kaveh’s horror, Alhaitham turned to the door and opened it, pulling his hand back with a puzzled expression. Oh, Alhaitham never made a puzzled expression. The Scribe held out his hand to Kaveh expectantly, showing off the sticky sheen that coated his palm, “What’s this, Senior?”
Kaveh needed to die.
“I was using..” He tried, “I had…”
Alhaitham’s eyes flickered to the side. Kaveh knew exactly what he saw. His eyes went wide as he raced to make his way over to his desk, but Alhaitham was there first. That brat used his vision to teleport into Kaveh’s bedroom! The Scribe held that very piece of paper in his hands, eyes dropping to the contents of the page. Kaveh covered his face with his hands, brain raking through every possible outcome of this situation. What would he do if he caught someone making such obscene drawings of himself? His head was spinning. He peeked through his fingers to look at his junior, whose eyes were locked on that paper. Alhaitham’s face was unreadable, as usual, until Kaveh noticed that the tips of Alhaitham’s ears were bright red. When both of their eyes met, even through his hands, Kaveh felt naked in front of a crowd. He went back to hiding his entire face, hot tears of embarrassment welling up in his eyes as he heard Alhaitham take slow steps towards him.
Gently, gentler than any way Kaveh had been touched in his life, his hands were guided away from his face. He had no choice but to look at the Scribe, whose eyes were softer than usual, and who was glancing back and forth between Kaveh and the paper.
“I--”
“Is this how you think of me, Senior?” Alhaitham asked. His voice was low and unrecognizable, “Desperate? Whiny? Needy?”
“Alhaitham,” Kaveh opened and closed his mouth a few times, searching for words, “I’m sorry. It’s such an invasion of your privacy and your--”
“Kaveh,” Alhaitham’s voice was assertive but it seemed like any moment he could shatter like glass. “Is this,” he swallowed, “how you think of me?”
Kaveh didn’t even know how to respond. To get it over with, he gave a quick, embarrassed nod. Alhaitham was coming closer again, folding the paper and tossing it aside. He reached a muscular arm out and twirled a piece of Kaveh’s hair around his finger. His eyes were gentle and his face held no signs of betrayal. He leaned in close, lips brushing against his senior’s ears, “Do you want to fuck me, Kaveh?”
Kaveh was frozen in place, his hands shaking, eyes wide, nowhere to run. Despite his pride, he heard himself say, “Yes.”
Alhaitham’s mouth was on him as soon as the word was spoken. He nipped at Kaveh’s ear with his teeth, kissing it, sucking on it. Kaveh let out a high-pitched whine, eagerly leaning his head to the side to expose his neck for his junior. Alhaitham happily accepted the access, licking a stripe up Kaveh’s neck and leaving kisses in the trail left behind. When he started sucking, Kaveh’s knees buckled. The Scribe’s hands got ahold of him before he could tumble to the ground, holding him firmly in place as he sucked more and more marks onto Kaveh’s skin. The architect’s dick fought his pants at the thought of being marked like this. Everyone would see, but he couldn’t bring himself to care when Alhaitham’s hips were against his and his erection was pressing into his lower stomach and Alhaitham was okay with it. More than okay with it, by the sounds he was making. The scribe was breathing heavily against Kaveh’s skin, taking deep sniffs of him and exhaling desperately, like he couldn’t wait a few more seconds to smell Kaveh again.
“Kaveh,” Alhaitham pulled away, looking in his eyes again, “How do you want me?” He asked, “Do you want me against the wall?” One of the drawings, “Or spreading myself open for you?” Another, “Or do you want to pin me to the table and breed me like an animal?”
Kaveh finally took initiative, grabbing Alhaitham’s stupid wrist and pulling him out of the bedroom, pushing him down on the table. He hit the surface with a thump, Kaveh’s weight fully on top of him for a moment. The architect pushed himself up onto his hands, taking in the view below him. His junior splayed out for him, though still fully clothed, looking absolutely erotic. A blush was spread across his soft cheeks and his eyes were glazed over, just like earlier. Alhaitham’s chest was rising and falling erratically with his breathing. His lips looked absolutely delicious. Kaveh decided to finally take something for himself and pressed his lips against Alhaitham’s. The latter responded with a whine, rolling his hips up against his senior’s hard-on. They kissed like that for a while, exploring each other and taking in the faint taste of the soup Alhaitham had made, mixed with the taste of their own mouths.
Kaveh pulled away, standing up straight and looking down at his junior, “Strip off your clothes, Haitham,” he demanded, hooking a finger under his tight shirt and snapping it against his skin.
Alhaitham made a breathy sound and obeyed, sitting up just enough to pull his shirt over his head. He threw it aside, intending it to go somewhere near the divan, then moved to his pants. Slowly, he revealed his thick, soft thighs, before pulling the pants off completely and tossing them away with his shirt. His underwear was still on, so he went to tug it down, but Kaveh caught his hand with his own.
“Let me, Junior,” he purred, getting on his knees in front of Alhaitham’s spread legs, “I want to unwrap it.”
Alhaitham nodded, “Hurry,” Kaveh leaned in and licked the dark, damp spot on his roommate’s underwear. Alhaitham almost fell back, catching himself with his elbows, “Take them off, Senior.”
“You’re always so bossy,” Kaveh curled his finger around the waistband of Alhaitham’s underwear and pulled them down and down and down until they were hanging off of one ankle. Finally, he got a glimpse of that pussy he’d been yearning for. It was pink, and his clit was not only large from his transition, but also swollen with need. The blonde leaned in, sniffing the heat of his dessert and bringing two fingers up to spread those pretty lips. Once spread, he pressed his tongue against that engorged bud, giving an experimental lick.
Alhaitham made a noise that could only be described as blasphemous. Beautiful, needy moans fell from his lips as Kaveh began to lick at his cunt. When Kaveh looked up to see those pretty green eyes, he was astounded at how easy it had been to pick his junior apart. He really was desperate. Alhaitham locked eyes with him and let another groan out, reaching a hand down to find hold in Kaveh’s hair. He didn’t pull, but he forced Kaveh’s face deeper between his legs, squeezing his thighs around that blonde head of hair. Kaveh was thoroughly enjoying himself, experimenting by carefully sliding a finger into Alhaitham’s hole. He was wet enough for there to be no resistance, much to Kaveh’s pleasure. He loved knowing what he did to Alhaitham’s body.
“More,” Alhaitham pleaded, his voice whiny and dripping with seduction, “Give me more,” Alhaitham grinded his cunt against his mouth while Kaveh added a finger and pushed them a bit deeper. Alhaitham shook his head, squirming on Kaveh’s face, “Your cock, Senior. Give me your dick. And take your clothes off too.”
“Bossy,” Kaveh’s face burned as he pulled away, standing up on wobbly legs to take a full look at his junior. He looked even more desperate than before. if that was possible. Kaveh removed his loose shirt, his lean frame finally exposed to Alhaitham, who sat up and ran his hands over Kaveh’s chest. He leaned in close, lapping his own fluid off of Kaveh’s lips and chin, “You fiend,” Kaveh grabbed his face and squeezed it, pulling him away like he was a dog trying to eat something off the floor. Alhaitham pouted, furrowing his brows and fighting Kaveh’s grasp. Kaveh laughed, “Such a needy thing.”
Alhaitham nodded in response. Kaveh smiled, letting go of his face. He began to undo his own pants and underwear, sliding them down his legs and kicking them off to the side. His cock slapped loudly against his stomach, hard and ready for the tight warmth of his junior’s hole. Alhaitham was staring, mouth watering as he pulled Kaveh on top of him once more.
“Put it in,” Alhaitham meant it as a demand, but it sounded more like begging, “Fill me up.”
“Fuck,” Kaveh breathed, lining himself up with Alhaitham’s entrance, “I never thought you’d act so slutty. But I suppose you’re just as straightforward as usual.”
Kaveh gave Alhaitham a kiss as he pushed himself inside. Alhaitham’s mouth fell open and he let out a long, filthy moan, staring right into his senior’s eyes. His hands reached up to cup Kaveh’s face, holding him tightly and squeezing his eyes shut as Kaveh bottomed out.
“You’re doing so well,” Kaveh praised him, “Taking me so well. You feel so good, Junior.”
“Kaveh, you’re filling me way too much,” Alhaitham complained, but his hips were rolling down against Kaveh’s, trying to force him deeper.
“Do you need me to stop?” Kaveh asked, teasingly, slowly pulling out.
“No,” Alhaitham wrapped his unbelievably muscular legs around Kaveh and forced him back inside. The sudden movement must’ve felt good, because he whined and kept grinding against his senior.
“Good,” Kaveh kissed his cheek, “Fuck, you’re so good. But I can’t fuck you if you have me trapped like this.”
Hesitantly, Alhaitham loosened the grip of his legs and allowed Kaveh to take them in his hands, pushing them all the way over his head. He pulled out, tip barely inside, before plowing back into Alhaitham’s pussy.
“Kaveh!” Alhaitham yelped. Kaveh had never heard a sound like that come from his junior. Loud. Kaveh slapped a hand over his mouth, mindful of the time of night it was. He took note of the way Alhaitham’s eyes rolled back.
“Does that feel good?” Kaveh asked, keeping Alhaitham’s legs pinned down with his body as he began to fuck him, “Do you like that, Haitham?”
Alhaitham nodded, eyes watery, “More,” he begged through Kaveh’s fingers.
“Of course,” Kaveh smiled, leaning in for another kiss and finding a nice pace, “Anything for my pretty junior.”
They fell into a rhythm, their hips meeting in time as they rolled against each other. Kaveh let his hands wander, falling to those plump tits on Alhaitham’s chest. He plucked at one of his nipples, glancing up to catch his facial expression. The Scribe’s eyes squeezed shut momentarily and he arched his back against the table, puffing out his pretty chest.
“Are these sensitive?” Kaveh asked, giving the same nipple a lick.
“Yes,” Alhaitham was nodding, “When it’s you touching them,” he added, biting down on his lower lip and looking up at him through half-lidded eyes.
Kaveh blushed, opting to keep fucking him instead of responding. Alhaitham was squeezing around him with each thrust. He was proving himself to be extremely vocal. He hadn’t closed his loud mouth since Kaveh’s dick slipped inside. The room was constantly filled with the combined sound of their voices and Kaveh’s hips slapping against Alhaitham’s. Tears were threatening to spill from the corners of his eyes as Kaveh fucked him within an inch of his life.
“You feel so good, Alhaitham,” Kaveh keened, reaching a hand down between those thick thighs to rub on his clit, “You’re such a good boy.”
Alhaitham’s head fell back and his cunt tightened up more than ever before, “If you keep talking, I’m going to come,” his words were staccato, punctuated by each of his quick breaths.
“Is that so bad?” Kaveh asked, kissing Alhaitham on the cheek and fucking him deep, giving hard thrusts without pulling out all the way, “I want to see you come on my cock. Then I’ll fill you up, just like you wanted.”
“Breeding me is what you wanted--” Alhaitham tried, cutting himself off with a needy groan.
“Don’t talk back,” Kaveh warned him, rubbing quick circles into his roommate’s clit, “I know you want this just as much as I do. I wish you could see how pathetic you look, Junior.”
“I--” Alhaitham began to protest, to no avail.
“You’re crying, baby,” Kaveh cooed, wiping a falling tear from Alhaitham’s cheek and pressing a kiss in its wake, “Don’t even try to deny how pathetic you are. Be honest, Haitham,” Alhaitham’s chest rose once, twice, and then he was coming. More tears fell as his grip on Kaveh tightened. He tried to close his eyes, but Kaveh wouldn’t let him, “Look at me, Haitham.”
And Alhaitham looked up at him, wet eyes full of pleasure and adoration as Kaveh’s orgasm washed over him. The blonde’s hips stuttered. Losing his pattern, all he could do was desperately fuck his cum deeper into the Scribe slower and slower until he let himself catch his breath. He didn’t take his eyes off of his junior for even a second. He couldn’t miss that sight. Forcing himself off of Alhaitham, Kaveh stood up straight and assessed the damage. Alhaitham was still holding his legs in place obediently, so that Kaveh could see exactly what he’d done to him. After a moment of staring, he finally let them down, laying flat on the table and letting himself relax.
Alhaitham looked utterly ruined. His eyeliner was running down his face, his hair was a sweaty mess, and a concoction of his and Kaveh’s finish flowed out of him onto the table at a steady pace. He blinked slowly at his Senior, running his eyes over his body. Kaveh didn’t look much better. His half-hard cock was sticky and softening, he could feel his hair clips hanging on by a thread, and there was sweat beading on his face and chest. Kaveh was still calming his breathing when he stepped between Alhaitham’s legs and helped him sit up. Once upright, the Scribe took Kaveh in for another kiss. A softer kiss, as if thanking Kaveh and telling him he did a good job.
“Let me clean you up, Junior,” Kaveh wrapped his arms lovingly around Alhaitham’s waist, running them up and down his sides.
“You better,” Alhaitham squinted his eyes at him, eyeing the mess between his thighs, and looking back at his senior, “fiend.”
“You..!”