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Alhaitham sighed in disgust as the door opened, revealing his roommate accompanied by his valuka friend ''Again?''
''Sorry'' apologised Tighnari, helping the drunken Kaveh into the house.
Kaveh laughed under his breath, his steps clumsy, almost falling to the ground if it wasn't for the help of Alhaitham and Tighnari ''I'll take care of him''
''Thank you, scribe'' and with that, the valuka left, closing the door behind him to give his friend and his landlord privacy.
Alhaitham lifted Kaveh up forcefully, seeing his body drop to the floor ''Kaveh! You're not so bad! Stand up!''
''Hihihihi Ha...Haitham''
''I don't have time for this...'' he mumbled, squinting.
Exerting extra strength, he put the architect's arm around his neck, dragging that slender body towards his room.
''Haiyi... hihiii'' Alhaitham felt the blond's breath against his nose and lips, this one sighing loudly to tease the blond away ''Haitham.... why... why are you so...''
And without expecting it, the blond sealed his lips against the scribe's, Alhaitham standing in the doorway of the disastrous room, his whole body paralysed.
Kaveh continued the kiss, his tongue playfully tickling him, feeling his moans warm against his lips, his teeth biting into his skin, his nose brushing against his cheek ''Hai...tham...'' he whispered when he had a chance to exhale a breath.
Kaveh wrapped his arms around the scribe's beefy neck, his fingers, which did not seem to be handled by someone in a drunken state, caressing his back, electrifying the younger man's skin.
Alhaitham however was still completely paralysed, trying to reason with the tingling in his entire body.
That inner heat that was growing.
That... that pleasure he had felt when Kaveh had kissed him.
What the hell was happening to him?
Kaveh was still giggling foolishly, his lips again moving to the scribe's when Alhaitham pulled away "pfff.... Haithaaaaaaaammmm'' mumbled the blond, his eyes barely open.
Alhaitham squealed, trying to hide the blush on his cheeks, keeping Kaveh standing but keeping his face away from his.
When they finally reached the bed, he dropped him roughly, helping him up his legs and tucking him in.
He tried to help him into his pyjamas but when Kaveh took the opportunity to try to throw him into bed, Alhaitham held his hand back, knowing that it was preferable for him to sleep with his clothes on.
''Haithaaam'' the drunk kept laughing.
Alhaitham snorted, helplessly, pressing the blond back against his bed, tucking him in, ''Sleep. Tomorrow... Tomorrow we'll talk...'' and with that, the scribe left the drunken architect who called out to him in cooing, closing the door behind him.
Leaning against the wall, that inner warmth still not leaving. He massaged his face, stretching his eyelids as low as he could.
He noticed the bulge in his crotch.
He may not have had sexual experience, but Alhaitham was no fool.
He didn't know how to feel, Kaveh had provoked him. Kaveh had made him horny.
''Fuckkkkkk'' he snorted, going to bed, hoping his erection would subside as soon as possible.
The next day, Alhaitham was with his coffee, still debating what had happened to him.
He never felt he believed he had that kind of attraction. He didn't like relating to people, so obviously he would like to relate to them physically even less.
But yesterday... he wanted more... wanted to feel more...
But Kaveh was drunk and as much as he liked what the blond was provoking him, he would never be able to do that to someone so vulnerable because of his state.
He waited and waited for the blond to come out of his room, seeing how long he was taking. The creamy coffee he always made for him was already cold and he would be starting his work day soon.
Seeing that he was going to be late for work, Alhaitham gave up and left the house, without talking about what he had to talk to Kaveh about.
Kaveh was at the academy.
And he avoided him.
Kaveh was at home.
And he avoided him.
Kaveh walked near the market, as Alhaitham did too.
And he avoided him.
And Alhaitham was able to take a hint.
When night fell, Alhaitham had no desire to return home.
Kaveh's avoidance didn't stop him from hurting him, and his mind kept thinking about that moment. About that kiss, about breathing against his skin, about how his hands would feel against his chest, about how he could relieve the pressure he felt in his crotch.
He made his way to Lambad's tavern, when it seemed that the universe gave him a sign when a eremite, bigger and more muscular than him, with a hair colour similar to Kaveh's, but straggly, sat down next to him ''Is this seat free?''
"It's obvious it is''
The eremite laughed, and for the first time Alhaitham did not mind socialising with a stranger. In fact, he even found it pleasant to hear that laugh ''I can tell you don't get a lot of people. Although I can't quite understand it''
''It's one thing for them to get to me and another for me to put up with their nonsense'' Alhaitham replied, half-smiling.
''Oh, and may I be so lucky as to be one of the few who will put up with my nonsense?'' grinned the eremite, bringing his nose close to that of the scribe.
Alhaitham blinked twice, his smile fading, thinking about the situation.
He kept thinking about last night. How nice it was to feel that kiss and those caresses from Kaveh. But was it because it was Kaveh, or because, as much as he denied it, Alhaitham was also very attracted to physical and sexual contact?
Willing to resolve this gnawing doubt, Alhaitham rose from his seat, nodding to the eremite to follow him.
When they were outside the tavern, in a hidden alleyway, Alhaitham kissed the eremite first, the eremite kissing him back with more fervour and passion, even biting his lip, drunk with pleasure.
The eremite slipped his hands inside his shirt, whispering how good it was, and how much he was going to enjoy it, but Alhaitham was finding something wrong...
No... he wasn't liking it.
His body was contracting, nausea was rising in his stomach, and none of the feelings he'd had the night before were blooming with the eremite.
He thought that maybe he should get used to it, that the feeling would be because of the shame of being his first time, but no... with Kaveh he didn't feel that.
With Kaveh he felt an explosion of heat and pleasure when the stupid, drunk blond kissed him when he could barely stand up.
He sighed in disgust, pushing the eremite away from him.
Before he spoke, the eremite cut him off ''Don't worry, he's gone right away''
"Uh? Who?'' Alhaitham had no idea what he was talking about.
''Some guy saw us. But he left right away. The weird thing is that he gave us an angry look. Ha, what does he care what we're doing'' laughed the eremite, Alhaitham rolling his eyes, for he cared little for the reaction of a stranger.
But when the eremite tried to kiss him again, Alhaitham finally stopped himself, "Stop. I don't want this''
"Uh? I... I thought you did''
''And so did I, but I don't. I don't want it. I didn't like it'' Seeing the eremite's disappointed face, Alhaitham noted that he was being unnecessarily rude ''It's not your fault, and I'm sorry to have used you, but... no, this is clearly not my thing''
(at least not if it's not Kaveh) he thought to himself.
The eremite let him go without any trouble, without looking him in the face as he returned to the tavern, though Alhaitham had no desire to return to that place.
And while he didn't feel like going home to face an elusive Kaveh, he wanted to be in a safe place, where he could rest and clear all those thoughts that came to his mind.
Fortunately, when he got home, Kaveh was in the kitchen. He didn't seem drunk, but very angry.
Trying to sound polite, so that the architect would not run away when he saw or heard him, he tactfully asked if he had dealt with an imbecilic client again.
He was surprised to see Kaveh look up at him, aggressively ''Yes'' he snapped, sullenly ''I met a real jerk today''
Alhaitham arched his eyebrow, approaching the blond ''Why I feel that asshole wasn't a customer of yours?''
"Oh, I don't know. You would know''
''What did I ever do to you to make you talk to me like that, when you've been treating me like shit all day?''
"I've been treating you like shit!? I was trying not to make you uncomfortable!''
''And you've achieved the opposite effect! Congratulations, light of Kshahrewar, ever so clever, as usual!''
''Oh come on, Alhaitham. I didn't feel like hearing you talk about how bad I did yesterday. I know better than that, I didn't need you to be nibbling at my ear or worse, to be uncomfortable or frightened of my presence!''
''Frightened?'' laughed Alhaitham ''By Buer, Kaveh. You have done nothing wrong''
''No, I see I haven't. I see you really love being touched and kissed by drunken blondes'' Kaveh snorted in disgust, averting his gaze, his cheeks flushing.
Alhaitham blanched, looking seriously at the blond. The stranger who had caught them...
''Sorry... I... I shouldn't have said that'' Kaveh snorted, his voice changing drastically to someone who was tired.
Exhausted.
Alhaitham approached him, slowly, as if he were a wild animal ''Why are you angry that I got involved with that eremite?'' Kaveh did not answer and Alhaitham grabbed him by the shoulder, forcing him to look him in the face ''Kaveh, answer me''
''Why with him and not with me?'' he asked, his voice clogged with the fact that he was on the verge of tears recognisable in that question.
"You were drunk, Kaveh''
"And so was he...
''I don't care about him. He was a... as cruel as it sounds, he was an experiment. An experiment gone very wrong''
Kaveh arched his eyebrow, dumbfounded. ''What kind of experiments does your branch do, Haravatat?''
''Ugh, you know it's nothing like that! But... since yesterday, I can't stop thinking about you. In your kisses, in your hands, in your skin and your breath... And I wanted to know if this effect was caused by you... or could it be caused by anyone...''
''And... and what's the answer?'' asked the blond, softly
''Just answer me first, what you did yesterday, do you regret it?''
''No'' replied the blond, very quickly. So fast that it made the scribe's heart race.
Alhaitham couldn't help but smile and responded to Kaveh with a kiss.
The blond responded so fast it surprised the scribe, his claw-like nails digging into the scribe's waist, rubbing his cock against his, that heat he'd felt the night before intensifying even more.
Kaveh rolled up his sleeve, Alhaitham surprised to see those arms. They were lean, but muscular. Had the scribe never noticed that before?
Kaveh pulled away from him, his breath quickening as if he'd been struggling, a thin line of saliva joining their mouths. ''In your bed... or mine?''
''Does it matter?'' snorted Alhaitham with a smirk.
''Mm...'' growled Kaveh, biting and licking Alhaitham's lower lip ''In yours then...''
It didn't take long for them to reach the bedroom, where Kaveh roughly pushed the younger man against his bed, settling on top of him as he lifted his shirt and continued to kiss his face.
Alhaitham helped him remove his own shirt, and he, by his own inertia, slipped his hands into the architect's open shirt, wrapping his arms around that slender but chunky waist.
When he felt Kaveh's covered member rub against his, Alhaitham let out a pleasurable moan, his body trembling with so many emotions he was feeling at the same time.
But none of them were disgust.
''Do you...do you have any lube?''
''Mmh?'' asked Alhaitham, choked by the caresses the blond had caused him.
''!!. I can't have sex with you without lube! I mean, I could, but I don't want to hurt you! Ugh, Haitham!'' Kaveh snorted, leaving the bed.
Alhaitham went blank, watching the blond leave his room in a hurry, hearing the door of his room open loudly, the rummaging of drawers and again those loud footsteps, returning so fast to his room that he almost tripped and fell face first to the floor (although of course he had been ducking his trousers as he made his way to the room).
Alhaitham obviously couldn't help but laugh ''Don't laugh!'' Kaveh snorted, embarrassed, quickly pulling down the scribe's trousers.
Alhaitham covered his face, for although he was enjoying himself and his body had never felt so comfortable, he was ashamed of how erect his member was, and how close Kaveh's face was to him.
Kaveh began to kiss his belly, the scribe felt the smile of the condemned man on his skin, while, with his fingers, quite wet and slippery from the lubricant, they entered inside him, eagerly grasping his buttocks.
"What a... perfect ass you have, Haitham, fuck,'' Kaveh growled against his navel, lifting his face to dramatically bury his face in the scribe's chest.
Kaveh spoke, but was not understood at all, Alhaitham grabbing him by the hair, for some reason something told him he would like that.
And sure enough, when he pulled that golden hair and the damned blond groaned with a smile, Alhaitham arched his back again from a shock of pleasure all over his body.
''What were you saying?'' he snorted, his face flushed and the first beads of sweat running down his face.
Kaveh licked them off, kissing his chin and burying his face in his chest again, this time vocalising ''That I love your big soft tits, fuck''
Alhaitham could feel Kaveh's member against his thigh, but the stupid fucker still had his fingers inside him.
If he thought he was the only one who could tease the other, he was in deep shit. He wrapped his legs around the blond's waist, bringing his pelvis close against his buttocks, Kaveh's surprised and excited face would never disappear from his mind.
''What are you doing?'' Kaveh snorted, clearly annoyed at being interrupted as he nibbled and licked the soft skin of Alhaitham's chest.
''You don't have such a big one to be taking so long'' Alhaitham squealed, laughing when Kaveh tapped him on the shoulder.
''I want your first time to be thoroughly enjoyable, and not to hurt at all,'' Kaveh grunted, his gaze drifting away, as if he were trying to erase a bad memory.
The heat Alhaitham felt in his heart again was different. It was not one of lust. It was not one that Kaveh could provoke with his caresses and kisses, but with his words.
The blond really loved him. Really wanted to care for him.
Alhaitham kissed him, a soft, slow kiss. A thank you for not only returning his feelings, but also for that promise that he would take care of him. That, if anything, he would be the best thing Alhaitham would ever find.
For basically being Kaveh.
When they parted, Kaveh was still staring blankly, frightened, and Alhaitham kissed him tenderly on the nose, ending with a loud bite ''AUCH, HAITHAM!''
''Don't make me wait any longer. I trust you, Kaveh, you don't need to worry about anything'' Alhaitham purred, knowing those words would resonate perfectly with the blond.
Nodding weakly, massaging his aching nose, Kaveh pulled one of Alhaitham's legs up to rest it on top of his shoulder, while with the hand still inside him he helped his member slip inside the scribe.
Alhaitham's gasping moans only showed how much he was enjoying himself. His face was covered with his arm and with his other hand, he was clawing hard at the blond's hip, but he was surprised to notice how quiet he was.
He hoped, knowing how loud and outrageous the blond was, that he would be the same in bed. Pulling his arm slightly away from his face, he looked up at Kaveh, surprised to see him looking serious and... crying?
''Kaveh!?''
''I'm fine, I'm fine'' the blond immediately reassured him, pushing the younger man back against the bed, his hand still on his belly ''It's just that.... fuck... I'm inside you... Haitham I'm...'' he bit his lip, denying, implying he couldn't continue.
''Am I that bad?'' he arched his eyebrow in amusement, grabbing the blond's hand, kissing the wrist, feeling the pulse pumping against his lips, as he spread his free leg wider to ease the blond's access.
''N...no...you're...fuck, you're better than I expected'' he thrust hard, managing to elicit a louder moan from the younger man.
He felt the architect's member so deep inside him that it might have been rubbing against his stomach. He certainly wouldn't joke about his size again ''And... and that you're not only better than I ever fantasized, but that it's actually happening...'' cried Kaveh, who despite his whimpering appearance, his thrusts were still brutal and satisfying.
''Kaveh'' Alhaitham cut him off, the blond weeping against the scribe's knee. He made a gesture with his nose, implying that he was listening ''We'll talk about our feelings later. Right now, with your cock in me, I just want you to fuck me like you would have liked to fuck me yesterday''
''How unromantic'' laughed Kaveh, not liking the scribe's evil grin.
''Would you rather I went back to look for that eremite?''
And there it was. That wild, possessive look that the architect barely showed.
Alhaitham smiled, satisfied, as Kaveh turned his face away from his knee, his face still wet but no more tears falling from his eyes.
He moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure as Kaveh rammed him hard, pulling him closer to his body, the hand that did not lift his leg jerking his member against his own belly.
''Your cock is so big it could almost go through your breasts'' Kaveh teased, kissing Alhaitham fiercely as he went to reply.
When the kiss ended, Kaveh bit down, just as he began to bite the scribe's neck, chin and ears.
Alhaitham snorted with amusement, losing that pleasant gesture when he felt like cumming and Kaveh prevented him from doing so ''Not yet''
''Im...imbecile'' snorted the younger one.
The thrusts were so pleasurable that Alhaitham's leg wrapped around Kaveh's neck, almost making him fall against his belly.
Against his member.
He felt the blond's smile as if he felt it against his own skin, hissing with surprise and pleasure as he felt the blond's wet, playful tongue on his tip.
But Kaveh's finger continued to prevent the scribe from cumming, and fed up with the pressure, as his back continued to grow electric, Alhaitham abruptly pulled Kaveh's hand away from his member, as quickly as he felt the release, his seed spurting against the blond's hand and against his own belly.
Alhaitham was left completely weak, but still strong enough to hold Kaveh before the bastard wanted to play with him further.
But Kaveh's face was indecipherable and when he felt Kaveh's seed inside him, he gasped at the sensation.
He ran out of breath from that sensation of... feeling full. Feeling complete.
Finally his leg was released, Kaveh resting his forehead on Alhaitham's chest, his torso on his belly, oblivious to the stain of the younger man's sperm.
Without even realizing it, Alhaitham embraced Kaveh, stroking that blond hair that looked as if it had been painted by the sun itself.
He smiled as he felt Kaveh's kisses against the hard bites he would have given him earlier on his skin, the two of them meeting again, their noses brushing, their lips just millimetres apart.
''I want... I need you to say it'' Kaveh whispered, unsure.
Frightened.
Alhaitham tilted his head, amused, kissing Kaveh before uttering the desired phrase.
"I love you, damn idiot''