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A cacophony of moans, one high pitched and reedy while the other is more gruff and grunting, awakens Alhaitham from his slumber. Normally, he’s a decent sleeper, neither too heavy nor too light, but lately he’s found that he’s more restless on the nights that Kaveh stays out late. Not that it should be much of his concern, anyway. They’re just roommates, nothing more, nothing less. At one time they were friends but now… now they’re more like two lone ships that rarely pass each other in the harbour.
Sometimes, Alhaitham misses how close he and Kaveh used to be. Things between had thawed somewhat since their huge falling out back in the day, especially since he offered Kaveh to live with him when he had nowhere else to go. That one run-in in Lambad’s tavern really changed the course of everything, at least for Alhaitham. He can’t exactly pinpoint when he fell for Kaveh, a part of him thinks that he’s always been quietly in love with him since the day he met him at the Akademiya. All he remembers is being constantly in awe at the sheer beauty of the boy that was two years his senior, so much so that he would talk about Kaveh with his grandmother as she went about her usual routine.
Alhaitham rubs away the sleep in his eyes as he sits up slightly in his bed to the sound of rhythmic thudding against an adjoining wall to his bedroom. It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness of his room, save for the soft glow of the moonlight streaming through his window. Deep down, he knows that he can’t really tell Kaveh who he can or can’t bring back to the house but… he always thought that the architect wanted to keep the fact that he lives with Alhaitham a secret. Though, perhaps that all goes out of the window when he’s had a little too much to drink.
“H-harder! Please…” Suddenly, Alhaitham’s mouth feels as dry as the desert at the muffled sound of Kaveh begging. He releases a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding at the litany of moans that follow, suggesting that Kaveh’s current partner granted his wish twofold.
It’s a sound that rings in his head for a prolonged moment, one that he could likely chalk down to still being somewhat sleepy. He can practically feel the neurons in his brain firing to try and create some sort of reaction or thought, only resulting in nothing more than the slight twitch of interest in his underwear. Alhaitham can’t help but think that he should be the reason that these sinful noises pass Kaveh’s lips, he should be the one to see Kaveh fall apart beautifully in the throes of passion. He should be the one fucking Kaveh, not some nameless stranger that probably only wants the ability to brag to others about sleeping with the illustrous Light of Kshahrewar…
It should be me.
A small, barely audible gasp falls from Alhaitham’s mouth as he gives his growing erection a gentle squeeze over his pyjama pants. This wouldn’t be the first time that he’s thought about Kaveh while masturbating, far from it. Though most of the previous times didn’t involve being privy to just how the architect would sound with a cock lodged deep within him. His hand absently rubs up and down in time to the soft thud of Kaveh’s bed against the wall, fingers tightening with increasing pressure at every desperate cry and moan.
His fingers dip below the waistband of his pyjamas and underwear, letting his touches remain featherlight and teasing. At the same time, he wriggles his hips as a way to free his cock from the confines of his sleepwear. Alhaitham bites back a groan at the initial stroke he gives his aching length, using the pearlescent precum that beads at the tip to ease the friction somewhat.
In his mind’s eye he imagines that it’s Kaveh’s lips and not merely his hand. He can almost envision the blonde’s lips around him as he’s buried deep in his throat, from head down to the root. Kaveh would look up at him through teary eyes, ruby irises shining bright even in the dullest of environments. He pictures the architect’s face flushed from arousal, light eyelashes fluttering against gently sun-kissed and freckled skin.
There isn’t a sight that could possibly be sweeter.
Alhaitham’s pace increases as his imagination shifts from picturing Kaveh on his knees before him to having his hands wrapped around his slender waist. Just at the right time, another moan that clearly belongs to the blonde rattles in his head from the next room. It’s almost clear as day how he can picture Kaveh bouncing on his cock, using the leverage of his hold on his waist to make each thrust harder, imagining that it’s him punching those beautiful sounds from his lips.
He can feel that familiar pressure building low in his abdomen as the majority of his senses blank out, seemingly leaving only his touch and hearing in operation. In that moment he feels like a string that’s been pulled taut, a moment away from snapping, a simple touch a second away from causing the wave to crash. Alhaitham pauses for a moment to spit into the palm of his hand, allowing each stroke up and down his length all the more slick. His hearing hones in on how Kaveh continues to beg for it harder and harder until he must be satiated with a cry of ‘right there’.
Alhaitham cums with a gasp, breathing heavily as he works out the rest of his spend with slow careful strokes. His fingers come away sticky as he lets go of his softening cock, the other reaching blindly for something to clean himself up with. The ends of his nerves fire, oversensitive, as he wipes up the small pool of cum that gathered where his shirt was pulled up to avoid a mess. Coming down from the high of his orgasm, the sudden feeling of regret and shame digs itself deep within Alhaitham as he heaves out a sigh.
He makes a mental note to clean up the dirty tissues in the morning, preferably long before Kaveh wakes up. There’s no need for any more awkwardness between them.
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Come morning, Alhaitham sits in their shared lounge, nursing a cup of coffee that’s much cooler than it was initially. There was no sign of Kaveh’s latest nighttime companion when he awoke, something that he’s secretly relieved about. It’s better for everyone if they simply move on like the grown adults they are. The sound of a door opening and closing makes Alhaitham startle slightly, breaking him out of his pondering. He sips his coffee only to grimace at its tepid temperature… What a waste.
“Morning,” Kaveh yawns, stretching until he feels the satisfying popping and clicking of his joints. Alhaitham notes that his hair is pinned up and out of the way, red enamel weaving through golden strands. What also decorates Kaveh’s sloping neck causes a pit of fiery jealousy to form in the bottom of Alhaitham’s stomach as he tries to keep his focus on the, frankly terrible, coffee in his hand.
A smattering of bruises and bitemarks adorn the architect’s neck, tarnishing his otherwise flawless skin. He must have tried and ultimately gave up on trying to hide the marks, judging by how the collar of his shirt is somewhat skewed. If Alhaitham were to allow his eyes to travel along the length of the blonde’s entire body, he would also catch a peek of some teeth marks on his inner thigh. But he doesn’t, if anything he tries his best to think of anything other than someone else marking Kaveh’s flesh lest he end up popping an awkward boner right this very moment.
“I hope that things weren’t too… noisy for you last night, Haitham,” the blonde muses aloud as he pours himself a cup of coffee. “I would hate to have caused you to lose any sleep.”
Alhaitham sighs, flipping open the book that he’d started recently. Of course Kaveh would try to play this game in the morning. “It isn’t for me to decide whether you bring someone back with you at night,” he tries not to allow his voice to sound too strained, otherwise he would be providing the other man with ammunition.
“Of course, of course…” Kaveh smiles knowingly, unconsciously rubbing his bare thighs together as he thinks over how he might have played up how much he’d enjoyed the otherwise mediocre sex the previous night.
Nobody but him needs to know, he supposes.