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Everything was hot. Kaveh's gait was relaxed to the point where he was dragging his feet, kicking up pebbles on the roads of Sumeru City. While it wouldn’t look unusual to a stranger, someone who’s had any experience with the architect's typical proud walk could tell immediately that something was… off.
He blinked heavily, trying to swallow down his nausea despite his mouth being dry and his throat hoarse. Sweat beaded down the cleft of his chest and down his temple, he could feel the drop slide down oh-so-slowly, tickling his hypersensitive skin before soaking into his ruffled linen shirt. While heat waves weren’t uncommon in Sumeru, it was unheard of for it to get this warm in the dead of December. Kaveh felt the nighttime chill of the air against his damp skin, but it didn't seem to cool whatever sweltering heat was building in his stomach.
“Archons…” he didn’t think it would be this bad. The tonic was seized as contraband due to its potency and potential to cause harm, but—
A groan tore out of him as he felt another flash of heat in his gut followed by a spasm of his legs. He straightened his posture, struggling not to appear as inebriated as he felt. He felt drunk: a little giddy, a little too light on his feet, and a little stupid. Where was he walking to again? Where was he right now? He knew he had some sort of plan, there was something he wanted, something he needed, but he couldn’t quite remember…
He slumped against the back of a building, leaning against a door to catch his breath. If only he could remember what he was about to do… thinking had never been so difficult in his life.
Suddenly, the door slid open a crack.
“Kaveh?” A familiar voice called out in front of him.
Oh, he had brought himself to the doorstep of a house. The light coming in from the open door stung his eyes. He grimaced, then blinked harshly, trying to get his mind to connect the pieces. Where did he need to be so badly? What was his plan? He’d thought it out, start to finish, what did he need? Who did he want to see so badly that he’d leave in this state?
“Are you drunk?” The voice asked, “you look… ill.”
Kaveh knew this person. Their scent was familiar— earthy but sharp, like eucalyptus and tea. It was the cologne his ex-roommate would buy, the same one he stole to spray on his sheets when he moved into his new house, trying to make it feel more like home.
Right. Kaveh had moved out months ago, never looking back, never visiting their old place. Every fleeting instance of small talk they had in the academia was just that—nothing more, nothing like the old bickering he so dearly missed. He had kept his distance for Alhaitham's sake, determined not to intrude more into his quiet life than he already had. It was wrong, so wrong, and he’d missed—he craved—
He raked his eyes up with much difficulty, dragging his focus from Alhaithams stupid knee-high boots, to the stupid sashes he insisted on tucking into his stupid belt, to the stupid sleeves that ran up to his biceps, until they settled onto those teal eyes, muddled with confusion.
“Why are you suddenly gracing me with your presence? It’s strange for you to be here of your own volition.” Alhaitham deadpanned, frowning all the while, “Archons above, you really do look terrible." He used a finger to tilt Kaveh's chin up to the light. The skin contact drew a content sigh from his chest, causing him to slump into the other man, tucking his nose into the crook of his neck to breathe in more of that stupid, stupid, cologne.
Alhaitham stiffened under him, stepping back to watch Kaveh follow and trail towards him with his eyes squeezed shut. “What on Tevat—” he heard Alhaitham mumble, grabbing his wrist before tugging him into his house. Kaveh stumbled, finally letting his legs give out as he slumped against the closed door in defeat. The warmth of the house was familiar, wrapping Kaveh into a false sense of security before Alhaitham grabbed his chin, the contact driving a groan from Kaveh's chest.
“Haitham… you—” he wanted and it was obvious in his voice.
“Shut up and open your eyes,” Alhaitham snapped, tilting Kaveh's head so his gaze was directed upwards.
Sure enough, his pupils must have been completely blown out. He’d read about this aphrodisiac before he took it, he wasn't that irresponsible. The papers stated that… They mentioned the fact that… What were the symptoms of overdose again? He couldn’t recall in the slightest. The eye contact made him uncharacteristically shy, exhaling with pitchy breaths that may as well have been whines, feeling his cheeks flare with a blush. It was strange, he couldn’t seem to remember a single thing he’d read about what he’d taken. His mind wasn’t connecting his thoughts like it normally did. He felt… Slow. Like sticky date syrup, dripping… sweet…
“Are you joking? Is this a joke?” Alhaitham scoffed, pulling him out of his head with a snappy tone.
“Is what a joke…?” Kaveh answered slowly, trying to blink the vision back into his eyes. He heard a huff of breath, then the sounds of boots walking away from him, then pacing back in irritation. Why was he so mad? Did Kaveh do something to upset him? Why was he here again? When was the last time he’d gotten so much attention from his junior? He missed this. He missed pressing Haitham's buttons like this. He felt a little crazed, like an addict getting his fix for the first time in weeks. An unstable laugh bubbled out of his chest in delirium causing Alhaitham to storm back over to where Kaveh sat.
“Well, judging by the circumstances, there are two situations on the table.” Alhaitham had broken the steady rhythm of his pacing to tower in front of him, kneeling down to Kaveh's height where he was still slumped on the floor, lifting his head to force eye contact once again.
“You either stumbled upon some aphrodisiac pollen during exploration out of sheer stupidity, in which case, Archons above, help us if this is the Light of Kshahrewar,”
Kaveh shook his head, breathing coming out in a pitchy sigh. The heat was starting to burn now. He felt like every bit of him was on fire, except for the place where Alhaitham held his chin- Archons his hands were callused from working on desert expeditions and handling his sword. He loved his hands, they were perfect, they were rough, and strong, and—
“Or, you took a tonic on purpose, and you were desperate enough to show up here unannounced, after months, hoping I’d help you out.”
Kaveh stayed very still, making a pointed effort not to make eye contact. Right. That’s why he was here. He remembered now.
“Tell me Kaveh, are you stupid or are you desperate?”
Words shaped themselves in his mouth, but before he could even think out a response, he caught a whiff of his old roommate's scent, his stupid expensive cologne that he stole just to smell whispers of it around the house.
“Haitham,” his ears burned at the sound of his own voice cracking, “Archons, you smell so good, I—” he swallowed harshly, “please, I need—“
“I guess that answers my question.” Alhaitham interrupted, “What are you pleading for exactly? Are you hoping I’ll comfort you?”
There was that coldness in his voice, something that made Kaveh’s cheeks burn. He tried to form words, but another wave of nausea gripped his chest, forcing a harsh wheeze from his lungs.
“You poor thing,” Alhaitham mocked with artificial sweetness, “does it hurt?”
What if he refused to help him? He might die. God, he’ll die, he’s dying, he can’t breathe —
“You can’t show up after leaving and expect me to take care of you again.”
“What?” His first clear words in the past few minutes, motivated by the startling statement, “you’re the one who always wanted me gone—always complaining about how my very presence irritated you. I moved for you .”
He squeezed his eyes shut, gripping at his stomach in an attempt to calm the swirling in his gut. He was going to die, Alhaitham won’t help him and he’ll die, he’ll burn up, disintegrate, shrivel away—
“Don't kid yourself, Kaveh. You ran away as soon as you got that project grant approved.”
Kaveh took another step back, eyebrows furrowed in worry and anger, “ You’re the one who approved it! God, you’re always so fucking—” he gasped, doubling over again, “so mean,” he managed to rasp out.
Alhaitham smiled, “You like me mean, Kaveh.”
Tears sprung to the corners of his eyes. He was right. Kaveh thought he’d hid it well but Alhaitham knew the whole time, he knew. Alhaitham’s face softened, jutting out a bottom lip in a mocking pout, “Nothing to say? You’ve usually got quite the loud mouth. You’re much nicer like this, though, less snippy .”
A cold hand touched Kaveh’s cheek, tearing a whine from his throat. It was embarrassing, the sounds he was making, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He didn’t so much lean into the touch as to fall slack into it, shuffling his feet forwards to lie against Alhaitham’s legs, looking up at him hazily.
Alhaitham took a step to the side, cocking his head to watch amusedly as Kaveh slumped to keep the small point of contact, slipping onto the floor gently when he walked away entirely.
“Ask me nicely.”
Kaveh took a sharp breath, no longer having the energy or willpower to do anything more than sit between Alhaitham’s legs and beg, “ please Haitham, I promise I won't leave again, you can—” his breath caught, “You can keep me here, I’ll stay, I promise I’ll stay, just please, help me?”
Alhaitham’s face remained impassive, though Kaveh could see his eyes darken, a certain possessiveness take over. He remembered seeing this face back at the academia, when Kaveh would leave their dorm for the night to work with groupmates, insisting that Alhaitham not tag along so as not to inconvenience him.
That time was simpler. The complications of adulthood had not yet hit them, and so when Alhaitham had grown reclusive, Kaveh had asked him what was bothering him with no guile.
“I didn't want you to lose sleep to accompany me to the library, of course I would have wanted you to come!”
“I offered. Why would I offer if I didn't want to go?”
“To be nice?”
“Kaveh, when have you ever seen me say something insincere out of kindness?”
It was a simple enough fix back then, when they spent every waking hour together, only to sleep in the same room at night, waking up once again together, always together.
“Leaving upset you that much?” Kaveh said softly.
Alhaitham scoffed, but his refusal to make eye contact made his stance clear. Instead of answering, he bent down to reach an arm underneath Kaveh’s legs and back, straightening back up with a swoosh.
Oh. Was Alhaitham always this strong? Surely Kaveh wasn’t light, but he seemed to not struggle in the slightest. Before he’d realized, his back hit a bed, the smell of eucalyptus and tea doing little to clear his head, scrambling to sit and tug at the belt around his waist.
A hand stopped him at the wrist before he could get the buckle loose, “Did I say I wanted that off?” Alhaitham tutted.
“No, but I—”
He was interrupted by a kiss, a slow press on the corner of his mouth. So tame, it didn’t even settle onto his lips, yet it sent a flash of heat in between his legs drawing a light moan from his lips. He was sensitive, really really sensitive.
Alhaitham slipped a knee between Kaveh’s legs, pressing up deliciously before lifting him and turning them around, so that Kaveh was sitting up, straddling Alhaitham’s thigh.
He leaned forwards to kiss him again, and again, and again. God he felt stupidly desperate, breaking off the kiss with a whine into the other’s mouth. Alhaitham was kidding back languidly, almost lazed, not making a move to touch anywhere other than right below his waist.
He groaned in frustration, hips jumping involuntarily every so often to his embarrassment. Despite the hardness in Alhaitham’s pants, his face was as typical, impassive, hands refusing to wander.
“C’mon ” Kaveh rushed out impatiently.
“What? You show up like this and you still want me to do all the work?” Alhaitham frowned, “Get yourself off if you want it so bad.”
Things were too fuzzy, he couldn’t think clearly. Was he just supposed to touch himself? His hands wandered down to unzip the front of his pants, but a hand caught his wrist,
“Not like that.”
Then how? How was he supposed to—
Alhaitham brought his hands back to his waist, nudging his hips back and forth with a guiding hand at his tailbone, the friction from his thigh rubbing Kaveh’s linen pants against his cock—
Oh, but that’s so…
Kaveh bit his tongue before starting to move his hips on his own. It was degrading, humping his junior like a teenager, but Alhaitham’s strong hands pushed him down, then back and forth, down, back, forth, down—
“There you go,” Alhaitham murmured softly.
A moan ripped from his chest, dick twitching as he started to reach that point already, much faster than usual. He felt like a livewire, every feather-light brush against his length forcing a sound from his mouth, pressed against Alhaitham’s neck. He was close, so close, he could feel it—
“You’re really going to—” he sounded surprised, but Kaveh didn’t care at this point, he moved his hips faster, clutching at the back of Alhaitham's shirt. Just a few more heavy grinds had him biting back moans, coming with a quiet cry into Alhaithams shoulder, breathing in his scent as he finished.
“Thank you, thank you— ah— thank you,” he mumbled, half delirious, riding out his release and feeling Alhaitham tense and swallow roughly under him, hands still resting low on his waist, though his grip was bordering painful now.
Kaveh waited a few seconds, breathing deeply in the junction of his ex-roommates neck before lifting his head blearily back to his face.
“Embarrassing.” Alhaitham muttered with a blush on his cheeks, still gripping Kaveh’s hips just a bit too tight to regain his composure.
He couldn’t find it in himself to care. The heat retreated and his sensitivity had died down. He slumped back onto Alhaitham’s shoulder, reaching a hand down to stroke up his thigh, feeling him tense again.
“You’re hard,” he noted, feeling more himself, more bold, now that the tonic’s effect had seemingly worn off, “Want me to help?” He asked, with a sly smile on his lips.
“Mm,” Alhaitham made a sound of approval, shifting from under Kaveh to begin to unbuckle the sash at his waist, “use your mouth.”
Kaveh jumped, stomach tightening with excitement—he hadn't expected him to actually agree. “Can I…” he gestured to his pants that had formed an uncomfortable sticky patch in the front.
Alhaitham sighed, waving his hand in a ‘ get on with it ’ gesture as Kaveh stripped from his dirtied clothes, suddenly feeling embarrassed by the fact that he was very naked and the other was not. Alhaitham made no move to take off even his outer layers, only having loosened the front of his pants.
“Will you… are you going to…”
“No.”
For some reason, the answer started that familiar hunger in his gut again, and it increased tenfold when Alhaitham reached into his pants and grabbed his length, stroking once or twice before leaning back, pulling Kaveh’s wrist down to kneel between his legs.
He licked his lips, bracing a hand on the inside of Alhaithams’s thigh, but at this point, the heat had come back, slowly creeping on him, forcing his still-sensitive cock to get hard again.
“Wait, Haitham, I feel weird again, I—”
“Archons, you always talk so much, be useful and gag yourself,” he said, leading the head of his cock against Kaveh’s lips.
Alhaitham was mean in bed, Kaveh noted distantly, and for some reason, he found himself liking it. At the very least it meant his attention was on him. He just hoped this was a perverted sex thing and not something he’d have to hash out in therapy.
Kaveh pushed down the feeling, opening his mouth to lick down Alhaitham’s length, feeling him twitch on his tongue.
“You took a Heat of Splendour potion Kaveh, it doesn’t just purge itself out of your system the moment after you come in your pants like a teenager”
Kaveh made a sound of surprise, choking down a gag as Alhaitham thrust his hips once with a disappointed sigh, “You always sucked at the herbal courses in the academia though, you could never follow the instructions, so I’m not all too surprised. Maybe you are stupid,”
Kaveh whined, pushing himself down to swallow more of his cock, feeling the tip press against the back of his throat. He could feel himself leaking, beads of precome dripping down his length, the pain building up to be uncomfortable. He felt empty, like he was missing something—he needed—
He pushed down more, swallowing, just to feel Alhaitham’s weight in his throat, just so he wouldn’t feel so empty. He groaned from his chest, feeling a hand grip his hair, guiding his head off, then back onto Alhiatham’s dick with a lewd squelch that drew a cut off moan from his throat.
He was dizzy, feeling his throat opening up for the length as he fucked into his mouth. His jaw was starting to feel sore, he felt empty, he needed , god he needed so bad, he craved—
“Who knew you were so good at this,” Alhaitham said lowly, “Thing is, I’m not even surprised.”
His head was starting to fog up again from the implications, he couldn’t breathe but it was okay, he was where he needed to be, Haitham would take care of him, he always took care of him in the end, all those late study nights where he’d find sliced fruit placed on the corner of his desk, or his flask freshly refilled with cold water. When he’d fall asleep in the tavern and wake up tucked in bed, he always took care of him, he took him in, he gave him a home, he—
“You okay?”
Oh, he hadn’t realized when he was pulled off Alhaitham’s cock. He was staring into his roommates teal eyes, edged now with something like concern.
“Whaddyou mean,” he slurred, “Why’d you stop?” he reached forward with his head again, tongue hanging out of his mouth. It took him a while to notice that at some point, Alhaitham’s shirt was gone. He looked down, noting that he’d come again, though it didn’t seem like it had helped the heat the way it did before. Did he even touch himself?
His tongue felt heavy in his mouth, his head being kept up by a hand fisted into the back of his hair and nothing more. Distantly, he noticed his cheeks were wet, like he was crying. He just needed… he needed…
“ Please ,” he whispered, blinking hard, “I just want—“ he cut himself off with a whine, slumping onto Alahitham’s chest, licking and kissing whatever skin he could reach, kissing the green diamond pendant that centered on his neck.
“Fuck how much did you take ? It’s not supposed to be like this Kaveh,”
Alahitham groaned when Kaveh lapped at a nipple, biting it lightly before rolling it with his tongue.
“I’m okay, it’s okay” he insisted, pressing his tongue in the divot of Alhaitham’s chest, kissing his collarbone before lifting and seating himself fully in his lap, squeezing with his thighs.
“Kaveh, we should call ‘Nari, this isn’t—“
“No, nonono ” he mumbled, “I know what’ll fix it, I just need it inside…” The terrible emptiness, the heat, it would all go away if he just felt full again. He reached back for Alhaitham’s cock, wet with precome and his spit from earlier and rubbed it against the curve of his ass. He sighed, arching his back to feel the slide of the length again.
“Mmm, yeah , that’ll fix it,”
“Fuck” Alhaitham swore, “are you sure?”
Kaveh leaned forward, pressing his chest against the other’s, “Haitham… I need it, won’t you help your senior?”
Alhaitham sighed shakily, closing his eyes before wrapping his warm hands around Kaveh’s waist, cooling his feverish skin with the touch.
“You’re going to hate my guts when you come back to your senses, I hope you know that.”
I took the aphrodisiac for you, idiot, Kaveh wanted to complain, why do you notice everything except for the way I’ve thrown myself at you for the past three years.
The hands drifted down, pressing against his entrance prompting a muffled groan.
“What the hell…” Alhaitham whispered incredulously, “you’re wet ,”
Kaveh exhaled shakily, pushing back against the fingers, trying to get them to do more . He didn’t care how or why he was wet, they could figure that out later. Right now he was close, really fucking close to what he felt like he needed more than air.
Finally, a slicked finger pressed inside, causing him to gasp and his legs to tighten around Alhaitham’s hips before it started to stretch, pressing in deeper before adding a second. His hips kicked at the stimulation involuntarily. It burned, but not as much as it should have, it was strange , it felt…
“Fuck, it’s like…” Alhaitham said quietly, petting inside him with his middle and ring finger. With a little humiliation, Kaveh realized what he was going to say before he whispered, “it’s like you’re a girl .”
Kaveh tried to muffle his moan, thrusting back against the fingers with red dusting his cheeks, “Haitham, please, faster—it hurts ,”
He added a third finger, grinding them against Kaveh’s prostate, forcing a whining breath from his lungs with each press before slipping them out with a crude sound. The loss brought back the empty feeling tenfold, leaving him feeling cold and panicked, a half formed sob choking from his throat.
“Please Haitham,” he started to babble “I need it, it hurts so bad, I need you to take care of me, will you— ah ” he broke off on the last plead as Alhaitham’s cock pressed past his entrance, pushing into him shallowly, effectively shutting off the begging entirely.
“That’s it,” Alhaitham cooed while petting along his lower back, raking his nails up his spine gently as he bottomed out, “good girl .”
Archons .
“ Mmph —“ Kaveh bit into his own arm, trying to preserve the last bit of self respect he had, but a calloused hand grabbed his wrist, sliding to press into the mattress, pinning his arms over his head. The heat, the sense of urgency and emptiness from before, it was all gone, replaced by a pleasant thrum of warmth deep in his stomach.
“Who knew all I had to do to get you to shut up was sit you on my cock?”
Not able to cover his mouth anymore, weak whimpers slipped past his lips, swallowed quickly by a bruising kiss, “If it was this easy, I would’ve done this ages ago.”
“I wanted —” Kaveh whined as Alhaitham began to move, rolling his hips, tugging his train of thought out the window entirely.
“Was that why you were always so bratty?” Alhaitham questioned, not receiving a coherent answer, and not expecting one, “Did you want someone to put you in your place?”
The possessive look in his eyes was back, carefully surveying Kaveh’s face as he pressed in deep , rolling his hips to grind into his prostate. The stimulation was too direct, too good, bringing tears of pain to Kaveh’s eyes as he shook his head.
“No?” Alhaitham chuckled, pulling back just to thrust in deep again, drawing gasp after gasp from his lungs. He reached to wipe a stray tear off his cheek, kissing it afterwards. He was being mean and Kaveh loved it.
“All those times you picked arguments, came home drunk and clingy, smelling like the sweet-wine I like…” he brushed a piece of sweat slicked hair from Kaveh’s eyes, “That wasn’t so that someone would take you home? Be mean and toss you around a bit?”
He was close again, back arched bowline tight, but he managed to croak out, “Not someone, Haitham, just you.”
The other’s eyes darkened further, stopping his movements entirely to lean in close, searching Kaveh’s face for some semblance of a lie. The head of his cock was pressing against a perfect spot, but without movement, it was nothing more than a tease, keeping Kaveh strung high, on the edge of his climax, shaking from the tension in his legs.
“Say it again, tell me who—”
Kaveh interrupted him, desperate and hurried to cross the thin line he dangled across, “You! Archons, it's you! I look for ways to piss you off just so your eyes are on me and no one else—”
Alhaitham started moving again, not moving his intense gaze, locked on Kaveh’s pleading eyes,
“I– fuck –I wanted your attention– ah ” he could feel himself slipping past the edge, tumbling into an orgasm that was already starting to blank his vision, “Wanted you—for ages, ”
He got out the last words before going lightheaded, feeling warmth splatter against his stomach and his vision going white as Alhaitham sucked in a deep breath, pressing his knees further back to fuck into him roughly.
When the pleasure started to feel like zaps of electricity and his breath came as whimpers of pain from the overstimulation, Alhaitham slowed down, barely rocking where he was still deep and hard inside. He pressed his lips against Kaveh’s cheek, kissing any tears that managed to slip by.
“You’re stupid for acting up when you’ve always had my undivided attention,” he murmured next to his ear
Kaveh winced, feeling Alhiatham press too deep too soon, “I did?” he asked, sniffling.
“Of course,” Alhaitham said sweetly, uncharacteristically warm, “how could I not when you’re so perfect for me? So smart… So pretty, ” the words felt like a tease rather than a confession. The mocking tone embarrassed him, but the praise brought a blush to his cheeks all the same.
He started to thrust faster, causing Kaveh to jerk back instinctually and place a hand on his chest, “I just came, give me a minute—”
“Do I have to?” Alhaitham pouted, “how can I when you’re so easy under me? Look,”
He reached down, touching a finger to where they were connected before pressing it in, watching it sink in beside his cock, “look how bad you want it, Kaveh,”
The stimulation made him kick with his legs despite moaning loud, trying to both shrink away from the fingers and length buried in him and trying to get closer. A knee pressed into his thigh, keeping his legs spread, “Don’t squirm,”
Kaveh whimpered and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to relax into submission as the leg kneaded into the soft flesh of his inner thigh, sensitive and sticky with sweat. The pressure hurt , making him groan on his next exhale. Alhaitham eased the pain with a shallow thrust, then another, staying deep inside and grinding sinfully, forcing Kaveh to get hard one more time as his tears started to fall freely in sobs, no longer concerned about keeping up appearances.
He felt floaty, sinking into the mattress further with each press of Alhaitham’s hips. After a final spasm of his legs, his whole body went limp, finally giving up on resisting.
“There you go, look at that,” Alhaitham marveled with a smile, taking two fingers and pressing them to Kaveh’s lips. When they opened mindlessly, without him even having to ask, he hummed with approval, “Are you done fighting me?” He questioned gently, though he already knew the answer. His fingers petted along Kaveh’s mouth, simply taking up space, claiming every spot of Kaveh’s body as his, “You let me do all this to you, Kaveh, you could stop this at any second, but you won’t, right?”
He shook his head vehemently, moving his hips in time to Alhiathams thrusts. It still hurt, god it hurt, but it was better than feeling empty. He wanted to be good for Alhaitham, he wanted to follow his instructions, earn his praise— glow in it. The thought struck the architect, drawing a low whine from his throat as he began to mumble words around Alhaithams fingers.
“What is it?” Alhaitham asked, pulling his fingers out to rest against Kaveh’s plush lips as he gasped out, “Yours,”
“What?”
“M’yours,” he slurred out, still working on fucking himself with Alhaitham’s cock, feeling it twitch at his words.
Alhaitham mumbled a curse under his breath, gripping and kneading at Kaveh’s calves to push them further up on his shoulders, “I want you to come one more time, then I'll finish inside you, how does that sound?”
He didn't know if he could come one more time. His dick was hard again but it was painful to touch, the thought of even more stimulation was daunting, scary, almost, “I don’t know…”
“You don't want that?”
“No, I want—” Kaveh said quietly, embarrassed, “I don't think I can come again,”
Lips pressed against his temple, “Let me be the one to worry about that, hm?”
Kaveh nodded, feeling his legs hitch up again with the sides of his knees pressing close to his ears. He was nearly folded in half, too weak to do anything other than breathe out moans with each thrust, eyes squeezed tight to try and finish. If he finished… Alhaitham would… The idea got him flushed in the face, crying out when Alhaitham pressed deep with a grunt, stroking the base of his dick. There was a mild thrum of panic at the sheer amount of what he was feeling right now, but it was okay, Haitham wouldn't go too far, he knew exactly what Kaveh needed, exactly how far to push him before he broke, and if he did, he would pick up all the pieces.
“Shut up, Archons, you’re whining so much,”
Oh, he didn’t even realize that he’d been talking.
“What if the academia saw you like this, my dear senior?” He said, the title like a mockery, “Begging for a classmates dick? Disgraceful.”
Was that what he was talking about? He didn't seem to remember, the only coherent thought in his mind was the fact that somehow, he was close again.
“I thought I'd have to come up with an excuse as to why a male was making such sounds in my house, but anyone listening right now would be hard-pressed to think you’re a man.”
The words tore another moan out of him, dangling close to the edge. It was the hand Alhaitham pressed against his mouth to shut him up and the hand clutching the back of his neck like he was owned that finally shot him over that painful edge, coming dry in a series of full-body spasms.
“So pretty,” Alhaitham mumbled, watching Kaveh come down from his high with the occasional hiccup and twitch. Unfortunately, he was still feeling a little cruel. He continued moving, drawing a ragged scream from Kavehs throat as his body twitched to get away.
“Come on, just a little while longer, you do want your reward, right? After you’ve been so well-behaved?”
Kaveh nodded, though he didn't know what he was agreeing to. He was gone. He felt himself moved to lie with his chest pressed against the mattress and his ass in the air, and another few brutal thrusts that Alhaitham mercifully directed away from his prostate. There was a hand grabbing the back of his neck, keeping him in place, though it was far from necessary. He couldn't move if he tried. A string of saliva drooled out of the corner of his mouth and onto the bed, but he had no energy to stop it.
Alhaitham groaned, pressing his chest against Kaveh’s back to cover him completely, before he spilled deep inside, thrusting a few more times for good measure, milking his cock. He pulled out gently, not without a wince from the other, pressing a few fingers back into his hole just to hear the pained whimpers from his roommate. Kaveh didn't so much as flinch under his hands.
“I’m grabbing a washcloth Kaveh, I’ll be right back, alright? You've been so good for me.”
When he received no answer, Alhaitham brushed blond bangs out of his old roommate's face, noting that he was out cold. Making sure his breath was coming evenly and he was covered by a blanket, he left with a sigh to begin to clean them up.
…
Kaveh woke up sore. His skin felt raw, scratching against the shirt he was wearing that smelled of eucalyptus and tea. He hurt all over but never in his life had he felt so satisfied, like he’d gotten a full night’s sleep.
“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” a voice by the door mumbled. Alhaitham walked in, sitting at the foot of the bed, “How do you feel?”
Kaveh hummed, “Sore. Well rested.”
Alhaitham snorted, “I would assume so, you were out for nearly three days.”
What?
Sensing Kaveh’s panic, he continued, “Had to call ‘Nari since you wouldn't wake up. He busted into your place to find the tonic bottle, and sure enough, it was contraband. Symptoms include… excitement , followed by a drop.”
Kaveh winced.
“You do realize these things are banned for a reason, right? You’re so frustratingly stupid sometimes."
Kaveh laughed bitterly, “Careful, Haitham, you’re starting to sound like you actually care.”
Alhaitham gave a rare incredulous laugh, “Oh my Archons , Kaveh. Are you braindead? Did the tonic kill off your few functioning neurons in your fit of mania?”
“Fuck off—”
“I do care, idiot. I love you. Why the hell do you think I helped?”
Kaveh blushed at the admission, trying not to let his thumping heart be heard in the quiet of the room, “To be nice?” he tried, hopeful.
“Right, because I’m such a community do-gooder,” Alhaitham answered drily, "I'm known for fucking away the problems of every Sumerian who shows up at my doorstep,"
"Oh my god, shut up." Kaveh whined, hiding his blush with his bands.
A moment of silence passed while Kaveh fiddled at the ends of his hair, noting the split ends. He’d put less effort into his appearance since he moved out of Alhaithams place.
“So you like —”
“Love.” Alhiatham corrected.
Kaveh blushed deeper, continuing, “Love… me? Even though we fight—”
“Bicker." he corrected again, "though I believe that’s entirely common and healthy within romantic couples.”
Couples.
If Alhaitham didn't stop talking about all of this so casually, Kaveh might actually die. Death by embarrassment. Murder in cold blush. He felt dizzy for a minute, blinking out the floaters in his vision. The entire situation reminded him of how they were all those years ago.
“Listen, we’ll talk more once you get more rest,” Alhaitham proposed, stepping close to Kaveh’s bed, which he soon realized was his old room, untouched since he had left. He leaned in, tucking a blanket under Kaveh’s chin, “I’m glad you’re alright, I was quite worried.”
“Sorry.” Kaveh mumbled.
To his surprise, Alhaitham bent down to barely brush his lips on his forehead, “I know. Get some sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.” he said softly.
And with that, Kaveh let himself drift into slumber.