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It was rare for a solo camboy to be a top, let alone someone that looked as pretty as him, but Kaveh made it work.
It helped that every time he thrust into his hand, an onahole, or a fake pussy, all Kaveh imagined was the warm body of his stoic junior-turned-landlord, Alhaitham, who had opened his home to the man after he had been kicked out of his past apartment for being unable to pay rent.
Kaveh had been able to pay rent, he just hadn’t realized that his payments while volunteering overseas hadn’t gone through until he was back home and out of an apartment. Somehow, Alhaitham offered him the guest bedroom until he could save up enough money for a new lease, but Kaveh couldn’t find it in himself to leave.
Really, the lack of rent was the barest of upsides to living together. Being able to perv on the hottest man from the Academy was the biggest perk. It was like Alhaitham didn’t know the meaning of closing doors, wearing clothing that wasn’t skin-tight, or being quiet while masturbating.
Kaveh couldn’t count the amount of times he had come home from work and found Alhaitham’s bedroom door ajar, wet squelches and soft moans filtering out of the gap. A quick peek inside (hey, it was Alhaitham’s fault for not remembering his new roommate!) would almost always reveal Alhaitham in some form of lingerie set with crotchless panties, rubbing his clit against a pillow, stuffed animal or, one memorable time, Kaveh’s jacket.
It was clear that the stimulation was never enough, though, because Alhaitham would whimper and whine as he humped, sad little sounds that never let up even when he would come with a soft shudder. He never seemed satisfied but also never tried to insert his fingers into himself for more stimulation. Honestly, as a professional camboy, Kaveh was embarrassed at his inability to pleasure himself. Alhaitham was like a little puppy, rutting helplessly against anything close to him but not smart enough to figure out how to make it feel better.
But it certainly made for wonderful masturbation material. Nowadays, nearly all of his streams had some form of near slip-up from Kaveh, whether that was calling out Alhaitham’s name, a derogatory nickname, or the one time he had stolen a pair of Alhaitham’s panties to sniff and then almost dropped them when he came. It was like he was a newbie, not someone who had been selling his body online for years and knew how to keep his information private.
Kaveh blamed Alhaitham’s pathetic attempts at pleasuring himself. If he had stayed that stoic-but-cute junior of Kaveh’s then he wouldn’t be tempted to moan his name on stream.
There was clearly only one solution: if thoughts of Alhaitham’s sexual ineptitude kept filling his mind, then he would simply have to teach his pitiful junior how to properly please his body.
So, when Kaveh came home and heard the telltale sounds of Alhaitham masturbating, he knew it was time.
Slipping his shoes and hanging his coat up, Kaveh quietly stepped towards Alhaitham’s door. As always, it was open wide enough to give him a full view of Alhaitham’s actions. This time, he was positioned near the foot of the bed, on all fours, nearly falling off of it every time he thrust against a gray pillow.
He was wearing a full lingerie set, which was abnormal. This one was pure white, complete with thigh-high leggings held up by a garter belt, crotchless panties, and a bra, all of which were lacy and full of tiny little ribbons. It looked like something a bride might wear to surprise her new spouse on their wedding night.
Kaveh felt himself quickly growing hard as he watched Alhaitham rub himself against the corner of the blanket, letting out an extended moan when the zipper of the pillow cover hit his clit. The pillow was covered in wet marks, like Alhaitham kept switching its position in an attempt to find the best spot to rub against.
The zipper was clearly better than most things Alhaitham had tried, because he kept rocking against that one spot so much that the corner of the pillow just barely entered his folds. Kaveh had a full view of how Alhaitham’s pussy fluttered around the soft and small intrusion, wondering how badly it would quiver when he put his dick inside.
Alhaitham, with his sad little wank sessions, had probably never even put a single finger inside to test it out, let alone a real cock. The thought of being the first thing to fully enter Alhaitham made Kaveh press a palm against the lump in his pants, trying to crush down his arousal long enough for Alhaitham to suffer through one of his unsatisfying orgasms.
That was the key to this whole plan. Alhaitham was clearly aware that his humping sessions weren’t satisfying him, but he never did anything to make them feel better, meaning that he just kept having as many as possible to try and reach a peak that would never come. He would sometimes do it three or four times in a night, always with the same dissatisfying result.
Tonight, though, his trusty senior Kaveh would swoop in just after the deficient orgasm and show him how to properly pleasure himself.
Alhaitham was certainly getting close, at least, if the “Uh, uh, uh”s of his were any indication. He leaned down, pressing his face into the bed and raising his hips up and down against the pillow’s corner. Then, with an elongated whine, he came, pussy fluttering against the soft pillow, a fresh wave of slick wetting the surface. Alhaitham collapsed against the bed, as boneless as he always was after an orgasm. But he kept rubbing against the pillow, chasing the small peak as long as he could.
Now was Kaveh’s opening.
Quietly, he pushed the door open, slipping into the room. He didn’t bother closing it, just kept walking towards the edge of the bed, where Alhaitham’s feet hung off. Quickly, he placed both hands on Alhaitham’s ankles and kissed one stocking-covered heel.
“What — ” Kaveh kept a strong grip on Alhaitham’s ankles as he kicked out. “Who — ”
“What a sad sight,” Kaveh said, kissing up Alhaitham's leg. He alternated between each leg, not wanting one to feel lonely. “Do you even know what an actual orgasm should feel like?”
“Kaveh?” Alhaitham said, twisting his torso around to peer at him. His normally perfectly-styled hair was mussed from the action, leading to him looking even more fucked out that normal. “What are you talking about — ah!”
Alhaitham’s voice cut off into a short moan as Kaveh’s kisses finally made it to the gap between panty and stocking, a stretch of skin just asking to be bitten. And so he had.
“It’s sad to see such a beautiful specimen unable to feel real pleasure,” Kaveh said. Then, without warning and to make it clear what specimen he was talking about, he leaned forward, placed his mouth over Alhaitham’s little clit, and sucked.
Alhaitham let out an animalistic wail, knees coming up to lock Kaveh’s head between them. But he didn’t care, he had finally gotten his mouth right where he wanted it: on that teasing little clit. “Kaveh!”
“Mm,” Kaveh replied, closing his eyes. He could feel Alhaitham’s slick starting to spread over his face and just barely resisted the urge to let go of his sucking to lick it all up. Instead, he pushed just a little bit of his teeth against the clit and rubbed his tongue over the other side. He could feel the lace of his panties snagging just slightly.
“Wait, Kaveh, I — ” Alhaitham moaned again, hands coming up to try and push Kaveh’s face away. But he didn’t budge, keeping a steady grip on Alhaitham’s ankles. As a tad bit of punishment, Kaveh pulled him even closer, pulling his clit deeper into his mouth. “Kaveh! I’m gonna pee!”
Without missing a beat, Kaveh lifted one hand up to show Alhaitham a thumbs up. “Kaveh! I’m serious. I, I, ah…. ”
He wasn’t going to really pee, although Kaveh would have been A-Okay with that. And Kaveh wasn’t about to let go of the beautiful treat between his lips to tell him, so all Alhaitham could do was keep clenching desperately against him, kicking his legs uselessly against Kaveh’s sides.
With an extra hard suck, Alhaitham finally came, and with it the loudest scream he had ever heard and a shower of clear liquid all over Kaveh and the abandoned pillow beneath Alhaitham’s hips. He didn’t pause, though, just kept sucking mercilessly until all he could hear from Alhaitham was “Ah, ah, ah…”
Finally, once Alhaitham’s tremors ceased, he pulled away. The younger man seemed to have lost all of his energy with the orgasm, body slumping down against the bed. “See what I mean?” Kaveh asked. “That’s what an orgasm should feel like, Alhaitham.”
For the first time in their relationship, the other man didn’t answer, eyes glazed and drool dribbling out of the corner of his mouth. Cute.
“But I have a feeling you’ll like this next part even more,” Kaveh said. Hands trailing back up his leg, pausing momentarily to pull back the stocking just barely so that they snapped against Alhaitham’s supple skin, he placed his whole hand over Alhaitham’s quivering pussy. It was basically begging for something to go inside. “This’ll be easier if you turn over, you know.”
Alhaitham didn’t move, still blissed out. Of course he would be a pillow princess, Kaveh thought. The man is the expert in exerting as little energy and effort as possible.
Kaveh quickly flipped Alhaitham over, crawling on the bed to loom over him. They finally made eye contact, and Kaveh was satisfied to find clear arousal in Alhaitham’s eyes, no matter how fucked out he was. His eyes drifted downwards, eyes widening as he saw that the bra Alhaitham had on had little holes for his pink nipples.
“Come on, princess, I’ll make sure to prepare you properly.” Kaveh placed his hand back over Alhaitham’s cunt, rubbing slightly to coat his fingers before slipping one in. Almost immediately, Alhaitham tensed.
“Ah,” he said. “Wait, I’ve never — ”
“Shush, I know,” Kaveh whispered, leaning down to press a gentle kiss against his temple, which caused Alhaitham to relax slightly. At the same time, Kaveh put another finger inside and began scissoring them.
“Feels weird,” Alhaitham said, frowning. He looked like he was almost pouting. Kaveh couldn’t resist laughing, pressing another kiss to the tip of his nose.
“It’ll feel really good in a second,” he promised, rubbing his fingers inside, trying to find…
“AH!” Alhaitham moaned, instinctively pushing into Kaveh’s fingers for the first time. “There! Again!”
His normally verbose junior was reverted to monosyllabic sentences as Kaveh pressed his fingers against his g-spot. Alhaitham’s mouth opened, eyes wide, face stuck in a silent moan as Kaveh pleasured him in spots no other person or object had ever touched.
Feeling a fresh gush of slick, Kaveh slid another finger in, making sure to intersperse the rubbing with actual stretching. “Feel good, Alhaitham?”
“Un!” Alhaitham whimpered. His hands had come up to clutch at the bedsheets near his head, looking like a spoiled little princess who was being deflowered for the very first time by her husband.
Grinning like a fool, Kaveh leaned down, placing his mouth directly over one of the tempting nipples from Alhaitham’s generous chest. He started to suck harshly, as though milk would flow forth, and his fingers ceasing their rubbing motion to instead thrust in and out of Alhaitham’s pussy.
“Kaveh, please!” Alhaitham moaned, bucking up into Kaveh’s mouth. Kaveh hummed in response, which only served to vibrate the nipple in his mouth and make Alhaitham wail. “I’m gonna… Gonna… ”
Kaveh brought his eyes up to meet Alhaitham’s, squinting them so that Alhaitham could tell he was smiling. As they made eye contact, Kaveh shoved his three fingers knuckle-deep and brought his thumb up to where Alhaitham’s abandoned clit was, pressing down on his clit and up within his pussy.
The dual pressure sent Alhaitham into his second orgasm of the night, this one even more beautiful than the last, if only because Kaveh got to see his face melt into pleasure as he slumped down again.
After a few seconds, Kaveh started to pull back, only for a hand to come up and clutch as his hands. “Huh?”
“Don’t go… ” Alhaitham said, frowning. It was perhaps the first time he had ever said such words to Kaveh, usually preferring to send a scathing glare that was Alhaitham-speak for said words.
Feeling sadistic, Kaveh hummed noncommittedly. “I don’t know, you seem pretty satisfied,” he said.
“No!” Alhaitham shook his head, hair tousling against the wet sheets below him. He brought his fists up to Kaveh’s chest, pounding against them like he was having a child’s temper tantrum. “No! No! No!”
“What do you want me to do, then?” Kaveh asked. Alhaitham just stared at him petulantly. “Gee, I won’t know unless you use your — ”
And suddenly, the eyes that were glaring at him turned glassy, and within seconds silent tears were streaming down Alhaitham’s face. His cheeks and nose reddened with the tears, little sniffles making their way to Kaveh’s ears.
“Alright, alright,” Kaveh said, smirking. “I wasn’t gonna go, anyway.” Although the angle was awkward, Kaveh leaned back down and kissed Alhaitham’s tear-ridden cheek.
Balancing himself on one elbow, he reached down to pull his rock-hard cock out of his pants, the tip already dripping like crazy. His large amount of precum (and cum) was what made his channel so popular, after all.
Alhaitham’s eyes moved downward, widening in surprise as he saw the length, then biting his lip in anticipation. Kaveh slowly brought the tip to Alhaitham’s opening, his pussy lips fluttering around the head.
“Just sit back and enjoy,” Kaveh murmured into Alhaitham’s ear. Then, in a swift motion, he thrust all the way in, knowing that Alhaitham was loosened enough to take all of him.
“AH!” Alhaitham screamed, hands coming up to clutch at Kaveh’s shoulders. He tightened around Kaveh, who groaned in pleasure.
God. He was boiling hot inside, a pulsing warmth that seemed intent on milking Kaveh for all he’s worth. And he wasn’t about to let Alhaitham’s pussy down.
Without giving Alhaitham more time to adjust, Kaveh pulled back and thrust back in, Alhaitham quickly becoming wetter and wetter with each thrust from a mix of his own slick and Kaveh’s precum.
“Kaveh, Kaveh, Kaveh,” Alhaitham moaned, nails scratching against his shoulders. With such a cushy desk job Alhaitham could afford to keep his nails long and sharp, and Kaveh could feel them digging into his skin, sure to leave marks.
Just the thought of showing off Alhatiham’s marks to his stream had him thrusting inside even faster. Alhaitham’s walls throbbed around him, and every time he pulled back until only the tip was still inside it was like it was pulling him back in by force alone.
While Kaveh was lost in the feeling of his dick inside Alhaitham’s pussy, the hands scratching at his shoulders suddenly abated, only to pull his head down so that his lips came right next to Alhaitham’s nipple.
“Suck,” Alhaitham panted.
“Say please,” Kaveh said, suddenly stopping his thrusting. His cock throbbed in protest, and so did Alhaitham’s pussy.
“Suck!” he said again, but Kaveh just shook his head. “Suck… Please.”
“Very good,” Kaveh said, then leaned down and started to suck, his thrusting starting back up again.
Mouth occupied with Alhaitham’s nipple, Kaveh moved a hand down to Alhaitham’s stomach, pressing down until he could feel himself moving in and out of his cunt. Alhaitham mewled in response, hips thrusting up as though to push his hands further in.
They were both nearing their climax. Kaveh could tell that Alhaitham’s whines were growing shorter and shorter, his breath coming in more labored. Kaveh himself could feel his own orgasm growing.
Popping off of Alhaitham’s nipple, Kaveh leaned up and finally pressed his lips to Alhaitham’s, who moaned in response. He slid a tongue in, hoping that Alhatihan could taste himself on him, aggressively kissing as he sped up his thrusts even more.
Then, with a loud groan, he pushed as deeply as he could into Alhaitham, right against that solid wall of his cervix that Kaveh kept coming up against. Alhaitham came as well, clutching at Kaveh’s shoulders and shaking with waves upon waves of pleasure.
Kaveh imagined his seed pulsing directly into Alhaitham’s womb, seeping through the thin gap of his cervix and impregnating Alhaitham. His tits would grow bigger, becoming thick with milk. His stomach would swell with their offspring. His libido would become insatiable, body yearning for the taste of his child’s sire, the only man his body had known the touch of.
Panting, Kaveh could feel his copious amount of cum just barely spilling out of where he was nestled against Alhaitham, the volume so large that his body couldn’t reasonably hold it all.
With a few last lazy thrusts that had Alhaitham whimpering, Kaveh pulled out, immediately moving his fingers down to press the cum back into Alhaitham’s gaping cunt.
“Lean back, Alhaitham,” he said, grabbing the abandoned pillow and setting it underneath Alhaitham’s hips so that they stayed elevated. “We want to make sure the seed takes.”
His body was like liquid, offering no resistance as Kaveh continued to push his cum back into his body, even as small dribbles kept coming out.
“You know, this never would’ve happened if you just remembered to close your damn door,” Kaveh huffed. “Now look at you. About to get knocked up by your squatter.”
“Who said I forgot?” Alhaitham whispered, eyes closing.
“Huh? What’s that mean? Hey, Alhaitham!”