Chapter 1: Math Lessons
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“You still don’t get it?”
Kaveh leaned back on the table next to Alhaitham. He peeked at the paper with a list of math problems that the Scribe had been puzzling over for a solid twenty minutes. In some of the answers the Architect noticed minor and major mistakes and most questions weren’t answered yet. Alhaitham rested his head on his arm, visibly frustrated.
Kaveh hadn’t seen him that angry since they had an argument regarding the schedule of washing dishes, which, surprisingly, had been a serious matter to Alhaitham. The Scribe could have been excellent orator and writer but mathematics was truly his underbelly.
It had been already two weeks since Kaveh started tutoring his roommate in the art of calculation. The main indicator for this whole idea was the situation that happened one Tuesday when the Architect was in a hurry for meeting with a client. He needed to present some changes in the new projects and accidentally took some of Alhaitham’s documents from the table, thinking those were just blank papers.
Those however turned out to be crucial data in some tax-evasion case. Kaveh wouldn’t be a Kshahrewar graduate if he didn’t notice more than a few mistakes in the calculation.
First he didn’t say anything to Alhaitham for a couple days but eventually he felt bad for hiding that. Three days ago he faced his roommate and offered to correct his errors, just like every friend would do. But of course the Scribe was too proud to accept the helping hand. Kaveh wanted to laugh at himself for thinking that for once Alhaitham would be simply thankful for a friendly favour.
The Architect didn’t know exactly how he ended up in this position, checking mistakes in Alhaitham’s math papers. Surprisingly, he wasn’t even complaining. Being academically superior over one of the smartest persons in the Akademiya if not the whole Teyvat, was giving Kaveh a bit of a thrill.
That made him remember the time of their studying when Alhaitham used to be his protege and had to treat him with respect. Those memories were truly pleasant.
Unfortunately, things had changed since then.
Now they both were adults and if any of them was to be described as ‘superior’ that could be only Alhaitham. He had money, status and a broad knowledge with wide range of skills. The one thing he was lacking was the understanding in the field of mathematics. It was the first and probably last area in which Kaveh was better. No wonder he wanted to take the most out of this situation.
That is why besides teaching Alhaitham maths he was also inventing new ways of motivating him to study. Forcing the Scribe to take praises or punishing him by making him do chores, that was the kind of role play Kaveh was into. He was trying to be viewed as a strict teacher that evokes respect and admiration in his students— student, in that case. He wanted to appear to his roommate more intimidating than as it was when they were kids.
Maybe now the younger man would notice that Kaveh can be prime at something too. The Architect finally had a chance to prove his domination and he didn’t want to miss it.
“It turns out that I may not be as clever as you, senior.”
Since their lessons began, Alhaitham had been showering him with compliments. He at least seemed to enjoy their little game as much as Kaveh did. Well, after all, it was Alhaitham who brought up calling him senior and insisted on keeping their ‘working’ relations more in a student-teacher way.
First the Architect thought that it was for maximising learning experiences, but he quickly found out that it was just for their own fun. He found it kind of amusing that his roommate’s secret fantasies involved him being bad at maths.
Although Kaveh imagined that for a person who was a brilliant prodigy since first years in Akademiya, that could have tasted like a forbidden fruit. It was making the Architect even more eager to play along. He wanted to explore this side of Alhaitham as much as possible until they come back to their usual bickering and quarrelling over nothing.
“Oh, well, in that case…” the ‘Teacher’ placed his spread fingers on the paper sheet and pulled it away from Alhaitham, leaning even more on the table. “I think I need to change my teaching methods.”
The Scribe straighten up, just like an alumnus who was preached by the professor in Akademiya. He was listening to Kaveh’s every word as religiously as if he was his mentor. Well, he used to be someone like that, but now it felt a little different.
Kaveh smiled mysteriously. Three glasses of wine he drunk before their lessons were corresponding well with his imagination running wild. Without sparing a second thought, he said:
“For every wrong answer, you take off a piece of clothing. For every right one, I’ll do the same.”
Kaveh noticed a spark of excitement in Alhaitham’s blueish eyes. The younger man agreed eagerly which made the Architect laugh. He couldn’t stay in character all the time when his roommate was so engaged. When he calmed down a bit, Kaveh put the new set of examples in front of Alhaitham.
First two problems were rather simple, the Scribe figured them out in less than 15 minutes. Kaveh had to take off his shoes. He had planned to take them off anyway, but now he felt insecure about the rest of his clothes. Was he really going to undress in front of Alhaitham if he solved the problems correctly? Was that a proper reason? What if he got everything right? Was Kaveh really ready to show him his naked body?
As the Architect was fighting his own thought, Alhaitham wasn’t waiting for him with the calculations. For the next five problems, the Scribe solved four of them correctly. His teacher took off the coat and earrings as well as the feather from his hair. No matter, how unsure he felt, stripping was a good motivation for learning maths, thought Kaveh. Alhaitham was never working so hard and precise on mathematical problems. And just then the decline started.
After an excellent start, the Scribe got six examples wrong in a row. He had now been dressed only in a shirt and trousers with a belt. Things escalated a bit too quickly. The Architect was worried about his clothes and hadn’t considered the other side of the bet. He didn’t believe that Alhaitham was making mistakes on purpose. He was frustrated and even a bit embarrassed as he removed his gloves. Kaveh started feeling guilty about his idea. He just wanted to teach his roommate some basic math after all, not bully him.
The Architect offered to take a short break. He went to the kitchen and made them both coffee. All the time he was thinking how to call off their bet not hurting Alhaitham’s pride. He couldn’t find the right words before the Scribe started working again. Kaveh crossed his fingers, but it was pointless. Alhaitham got another three examples wrong. He was sitting shirtless while Kaveh didn’t even took his socks off. That seemed so not right. The The Architect hesitated, guilt creeping up on him, but he couldn’t ignore it any longer.
“Alright, I think that’s enough for today,” Kaveh was ready to stop their math session after another mistake made by the Scribe.
“One more,” Alhaitham claimed coldly, while taking off his trousers.
Kaveh tried not to blush looking at his roommate’s underwear.
“You haven’t got the previous ones correct,” he turned away.
“I still have one more chance.”
Kaveh bit his lips. He knew that it was a terrible idea, but part of him didn’t want to stop—mostly the slightly drunk part.
“If you just want to go naked in front of me, go ahead,” he said, expecting Alhaitham to come back with a snarky comment what would turn into an argument and stop their game but the Scribe just handed in the paper with confident look on his face.
“There.”
Kaveh rolled his eyes over Alhaitham’s stubbornness and took the sheet. He scanned through it casually and sighed when he noticed the results.
“You forgot about the conditions. This result is incorrect, de facto the whole answer is wrong,” the Architect pointed out. “You don’t have to—“
Kaveh gulped when Alhaitham took off his underwear. He was trying to force himself to look away, but he just froze with opened mouth. Oh Archon’s, Kaveh was never more thankful for existence of mathematics than in this moment.
“I admit my loss,” the Scribe grabbed his clothes and turned to go to his room.
Kaveh still felt bad for embarrassing Alhaitham like that. But now he also felt disappointed. He took a blank paper and quickly wrote something.
“Six more?”
“But I didn’t get…” Alhaitham got quiet when he glanced at the paper sheet with new problems.
Those were the easiest formulas Kaveh showed him today. The Architect felt a thrill of excitement as his eyes followed Alhaitham’s pen, leaving ink marks behind. In five minutes the younger man solved all the examples correctly.
Chapter 2: Math Lesson (continued)
Summary:
Stripping surely wasn’t the most ethical motivation for academic learning, but with the two of them, yearning for each other throughout all those years, nothing could remain normal anymore. That’s how an innocent math lesson turned into spicy stripping session with Alhaitham already naked and Kaveh in the process of slowly taking off everything that he was wearing.
Notes:
sigh, i got two comments asking for the continuation although i planned it to be a one shot but, sigh, here You go, i hope You will be happy with that
(p.s. i know alhaitham is a bit out of character but hey, he’s been yearning for years, give him rest or some architect’s d—)
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Stripping surely wasn’t the most ethical motivation for academic learning, but with the two of them, yearning for each other throughout all those years, nothing could remain normal anymore. That’s how an innocent math lesson turned into spicy stripping session with Alhaitham already naked and Kaveh in the process of slowly taking off everything that he was wearing.
Ever since he got rid of his blouse and trousers, he couldn’t escape Alhaitham’s hungry eyes, locked on his abdomen. The Architect purposely chose the easiest formulas for Alhaitham to solve so that they become almost even on the level of clothes. The Scribe did six examples right in no time, having Kaveh take off his socks, trousers, belt and blouse. The only thing remaining was his red underwear, which didn’t seem like going anywhere soon as the Architect slammed the math book closed.
“Game over,” Kaveh declared, swooping the papers from the table.
“I can count to six, senior,” noticed Alhaitham a bit too eagerly.
He was intensely gazing at Kaveh’s underwear as if he wanted it to disappear under the pressure of his sight.
The Architect only laughed in response.
“Really? Who taught you math?”
“Take off one more thing, please.”
Kaveh smiled flirtatiously. He got closer to Alhaitham, only few inches apart, the younger man already feeling the warm breath on his skin. The Architect then took off one of his hairpins and placed it on the table in front of the Scribe. The younger mean seemed much unpleasant.
“Give me one more problem to solve,” he required.
“I have another hairpin,” Kaveh snapped back.
“Then give me two.”
The Architect rolled his eyes. Alhaitham really was stubborn tonight but the blond wasn’t exactly convinced of letting him get what he wanted. Not after failing their math lesson like that. He deserved a light punishment and keeping him insatiable was good enough.
“What if you won’t solve them?” wondered Kaveh, already sure he wouldn’t go easy.
“Then you can do with me whatever you want,” offered the Scribe.
The Architect pretended he was considering the proposition, knowing exactly he won’t let Alhaitham get away with that rashly made promise.
“Tempting, but I think I’ll pass—“
“Please, senior…” Alhaitham stood up, exposing all parts of his body.
Standing like that, naked, begging Kaveh to strip from his underwear, he was the most exciting sight the Architect could imagine. Kaveh almost thought that it had to be one of his wet dreams, but Alhaitham’s pleading gaze was too unreal for it to be a late night fantasy.
“Suddenly you want to learn math?” Kaveh looked up and down, biting his lips.
“At this point, you are just bullying me,” his voice almost returned to the usual sound of arrogance.
The Architect frowned and grabbed a pencil. He scribbled one more example making it even look complicated to read not to mention the absurdly difficult level of solving it. When Alhaitham took a look at the paper sheet, he moaned.
“Have mercy.”
“Come on, my little junior. I have already told you how to solve that. If only you focused more on math, less on my lips—”
“Aren’t your lips tutoring me? I am supposed to focus on your every word. Every breath.”
He moved closer but Kaveh quickly escaped his embrace. He wasn’t going to make it easy for Alhaitham. The Scribe didn’t do anything to deserve the reward today. He only wasted their time because he wasn’t brave enough to ask Kaveh to do a little role play with him in bed. Now he had to pay the price for not paying attention to the math class.
“Yeah, right, don’t sweet talk me. Are you solving it or do you choose to do everything I want you to?”
Alhaitham looked once more at the example although there was no will to solving it in his eyes.
“Hmm, I think I’m not ready to take on that problem,” he put the paper on the table. “I’ll do everything you wish for then.”
Kaveh smirked rolling his eyes. How predictable. This time it was the older man who leaned on his flatmate, closing the distance completely. Alhaitham shivered when the Architect’s lips touched his ears.
“Be a good boy and put on your pyjamas and go to sleep,” Kaveh whispered softly.
Alhaitham growled again, tilting his head back.
“You just hate me,” he whined.
That was so out of character for him and the Architect couldn’t resist a heartfelt laugh.
“Goodnight, my sweet little junior!”
The Scribe however wasn’t planning on letting go just yet. He put his hands on Kaveh’s salient hips and whispered with a deep voice, giving away the longing he was holding back.
“Maybe you can show me some more formulas in… in my room.”
Kaveh’s eyes became as wide as coins.
“Is this supposed to be dirty talking?”
The Architect moved his hips away from Alhaitham but rested the back of his neck on the younger man’s chest. He was curious now how far would his flatmate go to seduce him.
“Teach me a lesson. Show me I’m a bad student,” Alhaitham almost sounded desperate. “Senior.”
Kaveh chuckled. It has been so long since Alhaitham had last reached for this move. Calling him senior? He must’ve been dying to get it tonight.
“Oh my Archon, you are so bad at this.” Kaveh turned to him. “Come back when you study more.”
He kissed him on the cheek in order to calm down his burning desire but it appeared to the Scribe as even more inviting.
“I need tutoring.”
Alhaitham pulled Kaveh’s hips closer and pounded his fingers in the Architect’s bare waist. The older man could perfectly feel Alhaitham’s excitement on his abdomen. He couldn’t believe his flatmate was already hard merely from this spicy conversation.
“Ah! Read a book!” Kaveh laughed, trying to escape.
“I prefer your private lessons,” he pressed his lips to Kaveh’s collar bone, his dick still poking his flatmate’s bare skin.
“Mm, I’ll schedule them in the next period.”
Kaveh felt the heat welling up his body. He had to escape this embrace to avoid giving Alhaitham the upper hand. But the younger man was hugging him tightly.
“I desperately need them now. I… I want to get F…”
Alhaitham hid his face in the curve beneath Kaveh’s arm. Soft lips wandering on the Architect’s sensitive skin.
“You want me to give you F…?
“Yes,” he answered to hastily.
Kaveh placed a hand on his chin and lifted it up to look at his blushing face.
“Yes, senior.”
Alhaitham gasped, his dick twitching a little.
“Yes, senior,” he repeated passionately, as if reciting a prayer.
Kaveh placed his hands on Alhaitham’s red cheeks and gave them a gentle squeeze.
“You’re just too cute when you’re so obedient.”
“Fail me,” he whined.
Kaveh giggled.
“Fail me,” Alhaitham whispered again, licking his neck. “F me… Fuck me…”
“For this kind of talking, you will get into detention, my dear student.”
Kaveh felt Alhaitham’s hands dancing around the edge of his underwear as if he was just waiting for the permission to take it off.
“Yes, professor Kaveh, everything you want…”
“Everything?” a vicious smile appeared on the Architects’s lips.
A mischievous idea sparked in his mind. He had no intention of letting Alhaitham get away so easily—not without ensuring he’d stay fully committed to his math lessons from now on.
“I have just the perfect idea.”
🤭
“Do the dishes. Right now,” he demanded innocently, watching with evil satisfaction as Alhaitham’s horny smile vanished from his face.
The younger man grabbed him by the arms, turquoise pupils burning with betrayal, and Kaveh couldn’t help but laugh. Oh, the Archons knew how much he loved teasing Alhaitham like this. Always the perfect student, until he started craving something only Kaveh could give him. A truly dangerous game.
Meanwhile, the Scribe stepped back and marched straight to the kitchen, not turning around even once. Kaveh was caught off guard by the sudden obedience. He followed his junior, only to see that Alhaitham had, in fact, started doing the chores, just like he was told.
All those years of bickering over dirty dishes, and who would've thought the solution was as simple as denying Alhaitham the chance to drag him into bed?
The younger man was clearly determined to get it over with as fast as possible. Kaveh stood watching, mesmerized, already planning to use this trick more often.
When he was nearly done, Alhaitham splashed water across his chest. Kaveh sensed another scheme in this, but he wasn’t sure where it would lead. Droplets trickled down the Scribe’s torso like cascades down a river, flowing from the towering mountains into the deep valley below.
“Could you give me the towel, senior?” he asked without a hint of innocence.
It was straight up an invite to something vicious. Kaveh sighed but gave him what he asked for.
“Wipe me, please,” the Scribe requested.
The Architect lifted his eyebrow. However he wasn’t resisting for long. Kaveh brushed his abs with the towel, drying them up from spilled water. Alhaitham moaned with pleasure.
“A little lower.”
Kaveh suddenly stopped, throwing the towel into the sink.
“You can wipe yourself, pervert. I’m not your mother,” he hissed.
Alhaitham grabbed his hands, not letting him move away.
“Be my daddy then.”
Kaveh chuckled.
“You really are trying your best today, huh? Try a little harder.”
“I’m already as hard as I can be!” Alhaitham cried out.
Him being that needy was something entirely new in their house. A bit unsettling at first, but Kaveh was slowly growing to enjoy it.
“Alright, alright, calm down, my little student,” the Architect sighed, giving in to those turquoise eyes. “I guess you need my help in soothing you to sleep.”
“Finally,” Alhaitham said, exhausted, before lifting Kaveh by the hips and throwing him over his shoulder.
“Ey! Put me down, or else…!” Kaveh yelped.
Alhaitham snorted.
“Or else? Will you punish me, senior?”
“Oh, yes indeed!”
Notes:
i just love the teasing and the tension <3
should i continue ?