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It wasn’t often that Kaveh had any sense of sexual desire. Very rare, in fact. But when it did happen, it was the most aggravating condition. Half the time the architect simply wished to bury himself in a hole until it passed.
He knew it was stupid how much he loathed the idea of sex most of the time and then suddenly felt like he would die if he didn’t get fucked right then and there. Didn’t keep it from happening though. Just his usual luck.
And who was supposed to help him? Alhaitham?
The idea alone made Kaveh’s cheeks burn with embarrassment and worse – his penis erect.
“Oh, come on!” he complained, looking almost disdainfully at the appendage between his legs. “You stop that!”
He was thankful he was currently wearing loungewear as his erection may have strained uncomfortably against his normal pants. As it was, the friction of his pants and boxers alone made him shift in place, desperate for something. Maybe he could get a cold shower and end this right now. He surely had no interest in touching himself.
But he couldn’t move. The moment he did, his penis tip simply glided across his boxers and sent a shiver up his spine. Oh god…Would this end? The thought crossed his mind again that all he wanted was someone to hold him down and fuck him. Then it would be over. That’s all he needed.
Kaveh sighed. He grabbed one of his pillows and mounted it, biting his lip to keep a groan from escaping him at the pain of his erection against the firm material. Moving his hips back and forth, he began humping the pillow at a gentle pace and then slowly increased speed as his erection glided with him – pain giving way to something different. Not quite pleasure, but something…something he couldn’t place.
Gasping for air, Kaveh eventually collapsed face first into his other pillows, penis growing thankfully flaccid.
It wasn’t enough.
He still wanted – no needed – to be fucked. He didn’t need an erection to still be swarmed in the overwhelming urge.
“Are you done?”
Kaveh flipped upright in the bed, heart flipping in his chest at the voice. He tried to shove his pillow behind his back as if it could hide what he had been doing from his roommate.
“You just go around opening doors without asking now?” he snapped.
“Not my fault you left it open. You think I wanted to hear you just now?”
Kaveh’s face started to burn bright red, warmth rising around his ears. “You—heard all that?”
There was no smile on Alhaitham’s features but his tone sounded amused as he replied, “Every bit.”
Oh god oh god oh god. Worse yet he could feel his dick rising once again as the humiliation flooded over him. He wanted to dig himself and his penis a grave and crawl right into it.
The blonde covered his face with both his hands, “Leave me here to die.”
“Stop being so dramatic.”
“It’s more than that – you wouldn’t get it.”
“I don’t need to ‘get it’; this is you we’re talking about.”
Kaveh dropped his hands to glare at the other. He hadn’t realized that Alhaitham had moved across the room to hover at the side of the bed. Towering over him, there was no way that the man had not seen the very blatant erection. Kaveh tried to drop his hands to cover his lap, but Alhaitham grabbed them by the wrists, moving them to his side instead. Kaveh swallowed, finding his throat dry and parched. They were inches away from each other.
“Haitham…” he breathed lowly.
He wanted to bury himself away. He wanted Alhaitham to touch him.
He wanted to disappear. He wanted Alhaitham to fuck him.
“Tell me when to stop.”
The mattress dipped as the man sat down at the edge of the bed. Alhaitham reached one hand and gripped it onto the man’s erection through his pants. Kaveh, who had been opening his mouth to question the scribe’s next movement, startled with a sharp gasp. Oh…
Deft fingers moved across Kaveh’s penis in slow, chosen passes. It wasn’t just up and down, the man’s fingers were cascading across the appendage, back and forth. The friction of the cloth combined with Alhaitham’s touch sent waves of warmth up into Kaveh’s stomach and he felt himself thrust forward into the touch ever so slightly. The moment he did so, he regretted it, feeling Alhaitham’s gaze on him. The faintest hint of a smile played at the edges of his lips.
“Oh? You’re so needy, aren’t you, Kaveh?” Alhaitham demanded.
Kaveh burned with shame, but he could feel his dick twitch, his pants growing warm with precum. “Sh-shut up!”
A careful hand continued making moves across Kaveh’s erection, another gripping into the blonde’s hip. “Did you think about me as you fucked the pillow?” Alhaitham leaned forward, pressing his lips to Kaveh’s ear. “You wanted me to hear you.”
“N-No.” Kaveh felt the movements on his penis growing in speed and he couldn’t stop the soft panting leaving his lips, thoughts growing hazier by the second.
“You left the door open, so I’d see you. You wanted to get caught doing something dirty.”
Did I? Kaveh couldn’t even remember. He fell backwards against his pillows as Alhaitham continued to pump his erection in his pants at a brisk pace. And suddenly Alhaitham was stopping, instead playing absently with the penis tip. It wasn’t enough. Kaveh whined softly, thrusting himself into the scribe’s hand. The man pulled away. “Haitham…”
A brush of a thumb against the tip of his erection. “Beg.”
That warm feeling in his stomach grew, “Please.”
Alhaitham started his pumping again, yet his speed was suddenly relentless. Kaveh couldn’t stop himself from trying to thrust with him, failing to even remotely keep up. The two different paces were what he needed though and Kaveh came with a soft gasp, a shockwave pouring over him as warm fluid sprayed the inside of his pants.
The scribe slowly came to a stop, watching Kaveh’s hips collapse back against the bed.
“Better?”
Kaveh exhaled slowly, looking up at him, “For now.”
“Good. Close your door next time.”
“I did. I know I did.”
Alhaitham wiped his hand on his pants as he stood to leave. “Whatever.”
Kaveh watched him leave with tired eyes before leaning into his pillows again. He realized Alhaitham hadn’t asked for anything in return. Kaveh groaned.
Even in sexual relations he was in debt.