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Kaveh is delectable in a way that Alhaitham has never considered anyone else.
He’s facedown in the sheets, ass jutting out and on display. His skin is smooth, pinked by how it’s been squeezed at, littered with teeth marks and purplish spots from where Alhaitham latched onto him. Pretty. His cock and balls too, hanging between Kaveh’s thighs, heavy and hard. A long line of precome drips from the tip as his dick sways with every rock of Kaveh’s hips.
“Infuriating,” snaps Kaveh, half-muffled by his pillow. All bark and no bite. Everything he says is clipped by moans, his tone heady with arousal. Kaveh’s complaints are softened by his need.
Alhaitham snorts softly, pulling at his asscheeks to spread them wide. He’s taken his time, much to Kaveh’s annoyance. He smooths a thumb across Kaveh’s slick hole, just barely pressing in. A breathy sigh, the widening of Kaveh’s thighs, and the arch of his back show just how desperate he is.
He is desperate too. Alhaitham. Hungry for the pleasure that curls in his gut. It’s so easy to be spelled by everything Kaveh does in bed; the sounds that spill from his mouth, the way that he bucks back against him; how he begs for more.
Alhaitham could eat him right up. Which he should. He will.
“Haitham,” mutters Kaveh. His impatience thinned the moment they slipped into bed, their promise of resting quickly forgotten the moment he spread out over the sheets like a cat. Naked, despite the pretense of sleeping. A sultry look thrown over his shoulder and the bat of those dangerously long lashes—Alhaitham was gone before he leaned in, eager for his hands to roam the expanse of Kaveh’s silky flesh.
“Quiet,” is Alhaitham’s quick, but not unkind reply. He drags his thumb down Kaveh’s perineum, then the seam of his balls.
“Stop staring. Stop—” Kaveh stops dead when Alhaitham licks over his hole, swirling his tongue around the soft give of it. “But don’t stop that. Don’t— Haitham.”
Alhaitham can’t help but smile, the barest twitch of his lips upwards on the right side. His fingers dig into Kaveh’s soft asscheeks as he spreads them wider. He dives in as if he’s feasting, his tongue leaving no spot unturned, lapping at Kaveh’s hole with the flat side of his tongue. Testing the looseness and the give of Kaveh’s rim with the tip as it dips in.
Kaveh’s moans are drowned out by the sheets, his soft whimpers hidden in the crook of his elbow.
That won’t do. Alhaitham pulls back, smoothing his palm over the rise of Kaveh’s backside, tracing the divots of his spine with dragging fingertips.
Kaveh shudders. “You stopped,” he says. “I told you not to. And I told you not to stare—”
“You want me to,” is Alhaitham’s no-nonsense reply. He doesn’t mean it rudely, it is just a matter of fact. “You stretched out and put yourself on display for me.”
Kaveh looks over his shoulder with a cat-eyed gaze, eyes bright with arousal, and mouth parted by a smirk. “And it worked, no? Still. You stopped.”
“Please let me look.” Alhaitham is uncharacteristically soft with the request. “I would like to take my time and take care of you. Eat you out properly, yes?”
Kaveh’s expression is pinched. “I—” Flabbergasted at the idea of it, likely because Alhaitham is quick to please. Yes, he’ll open Kaveh up until pliant and loose, it isn’t typically with indulgence. There’s always a hurried pressure underneath his fingers, his touches efficient in their preparation. Now, at this moment, Alhaitham wants to take his time and wring Kaveh dry. Uncharacteristic but not unwanted.
Alhaitham drags a thumb over his hole leisurely and that’s all it takes for Kaveh to cave. “Okay,” he mutters, hiding his pink face. “Yeah, okay, just get to it.”
A soft laugh as Alhaitham dips forward and licks at him slowly. Kaveh shudders and sighs, melting into the sheets as Alhaitham lavishes the attention he so greedily gives. He loves this, watching Kaveh fall slack, letting himself be fussed over. He’s strung too tightly, wound and coiled up, and Alhaitham wants all that tension to snap at the behest of his hard work.
It’s work well worth it; the breathy sounds, the way that Kaveh’s ass grinds back. The soft gasp that hitches his voice when Alhaitham cups his balls and strokes the smooth expanse of his perineum right above. Kaveh responds so well, earnest even though he doesn’t mean to be. He’ll be embarrassed later. Annoyed. But for now, he’s soft and sweet, and Alhaitham will eat it up for as long as he can.
“Kaveh,” he says, pulling back and kissing an asscheek. Kaveh’s rim is soft and slick, begging to have his fingers slipped in. Just one or two. The pop of the oil vial has Kaveh looking over his shoulder. Just to watch. He waits to see what Alhaitham does, which is to pour Silk Flower oil into his palm.
Two fingers press in with enough ease to make Alhaitham raise an eyebrow.
Kaveh huffs. “Oh, shut it. You were at work all day. Y- you—” He moans, his face pitching forward into the pillow as Alhaitham’s fingers slide deep. “Gods. Don’t think I don’t know that you’ve— you’ve— jerked off at work.”
Which he has. Plenty of times. How can he not have thoughts of Kaveh constantly on his mind? When Kaveh is overloaded with work it's hard to find moments to share so Alhaitham sometimes spends his lunch breaks palming himself off at his desk.
But here, there is plenty of time which is why Alhaitham fucks his fingers slowly until Kaveh is hissing in the sheets. Too slow for him— it’s often too slow. Quick to action, quick to anger, even quicker to come. Even now Kaveh’s cock twitches, thick between his legs as it hangs there.
Alhaitham kisses the swell of an asscheek again. Then across his soft skin, biting into it, suckling mark after mark as he maps his way towards his prize. His fingers are deep in Kaveh’s ass to the last knuckle when Alhaitham’s tongue traces his rim.
Kaveh jerks in surprise, head whipping back to look over his shoulder as Alhaitham just presses closer.
He is sloppy, lapping at his hole as his fingers fuck in and out. He spreads them, coaxing him open, all the while sucking at the edge of Kaveh’s entrance. The oil is sweet to the taste but Kaveh’s sounds more so as he moans, thighs trembling as he tries to hold himself up.
“Haitham,” he mutters.
Alhaitham’s moan is lost in his taste. Kaveh bucks against his fingers, trying to force them deeper, faster, anything that will ease the pleasure that pulls tight through him. Alhaitham’s fingers just narrowly miss his prostate which makes Kaveh grunt in annoyance.
“You foul man,” he snaps. “Foul, foul—” But even Kaveh can’t keep up the insults with the way that Alhaitham eats him out. Kaveh’s complaints die with a soft whimper, the widening of his legs, and the way his back is arched. His cock leaks, making a mess of the sheets.
“You’re close.” Alhaitham can tell by how Kaveh’s legs shake with strain and how he curses Alhaitham softly. Delectable in every way. Worth every long-drawn moment as Alhaitham drags it out, tracing Kaveh’s rim with the tip of his tongue.
“I’m—”
“Come on, Kaveh, be good for me. Lay down and let go. You deserve it.” And more, but this isn’t the moment to say those sorts of platitudes. Alhaitham just laps at him, tasting his skin, the oil, drinking up the sounds that Kaveh hides in the sheets. His fingers slide deep, massaging Kaveh’s insides, so close to that bundle of nerves but far enough to leave Kaveh frustrated and red-faced.
“More, Haitham. I want—”
“Just like this,” says Alhaitham instead. From the barest touch of his fingers plugging him, pressing in and out at a languid pace, and his tongue sneaking in beside them. “I want you to come just like this.”
And so Kaveh does. He cries out, his cock spurting against the mattress. His ass tightens around Alhaitham’s fingers, sucking them in, insides writhing as they wring them dry. Alhaitham rests his check against Kaveh’s ass, eyes closing as he thinks about his cock sinking in deep— no, no.
It’s then that Alhaitham’s fingers finally sweep over that bundle of nerves.
Kaveh yelps—not in pain, but overstimulated pleasure. Alhaitham waits to see what he does, fingers lodged against his prostate, just barely digging in.
“Haitham.” Kaveh’s voice creaks, pitched high and raspy with want.
“We can stop,” says Alhaitham, softer than he’s been the entire night.
Kaveh shakes slightly, thighs tense as he pulls at the sheets. His cock is already hardening again, twitching with interest as he grinds back against Alhaitham’s fingers. “No, no—”
Alhaitham looses a laugh and kisses the back of his thigh. “Again, then,” he says, digging those fingers in. “Give me another.”
“I’m—” Kaveh’s moan is choked off as he sinks into the sheets. His cock is hard again, dribbling from the tip, wet and sticky.
Divine. Alhaitham really could eat him up. He leans forward to bite at his skin, tracing his tongue across skin that tastes like salt and lotion. He laps at Kaveh’s balls, rolling them across his tongue, sucking them into his mouth. Licks a stripe over the smooth skin between them and his hole until he’s tonguing Kaveh’s rim spread tight around his fingers.
Wet and messy. The schlick schlick of his fingers fucking Kaveh is loud in the room. Kaveh groans into his pillow, squirming as the pressure in his gut builds again.
Alhaiatham’s own cock aches, tenting his trousers, wetting the front of them as he presses the palm of his free hand against it. The pressure isn’t enough. But this isn’t about him, it’s about Kaveh, pulling him to the edge. Alhaitham is desperate to see him come once more, a jittery mess.
“Fuck,” hisses Kaveh. “Fuck. Haitham, please—”
“So good for me.” Alhaitham rubs an asscheek, pulling it aside to watch his fingers slip deep. He spreads them, bullying Kaveh’s prostate, eyes trained on his puffy hole, loose and slick. He can’t help but lap at it, tasting that sweet oil, feeling Kaveh relax into it.
It isn’t quick. Working Kaveh into a second orgasm takes effort, but when Kaveh keens in the sheets, spilling a second time in a thin and wet splash, Alhaitham grins. Another kiss to the swell of his ass before Alhaitham pulls his fingers out. Kaveh’s hole gapes, clenching. It takes nothing for Alhaitham to dive back in with his tongue and mouth, licking into those cherry-pink insides.
He cups Kaveh’s balls, squeezing them, dragging his thumb down their center seam. All the while, his tongue dives deep, swirling around Kaveh’s loose insides. Sucks at his rim, tracing its soft edges.
Kaveh whimpers, his spent cock soft between his legs. “I’m—that’s—”
Alhaitham can imagine the tears that prick the corners of his eyes. He smiles, pulling back, spreading Kaveh’s asscheeks to see the way his hole tires and fails to constrict. Perfectly ruined. Ready for his cock. “Kaveh,” he says sweetly, undoing his trousers, and slotting against Kaveh’s thighs.
It is embarrassingly quick from there on. Alhaitham could’ve come just watching Kaveh wriggle against him, at the taste of him, at the sound of his debauched curses muffled by the sheets. His cock sinks into the root with no resistance. The hot clench of Kaveh’s ass squeezes him tight, pulling Alhaitham to the edge so quickly that he has to hold Kaveh’s hips firm to still him.
Kaveh, of course, smirks over his shoulder. Says a few teasing words that to most would sound rude, but to Alhaitham are just Kaveh’s strange brand of love. Goads him with nonsense like, Even you can’t help yourself, and Come inside, Haitham. I want to feel it.
Breathy, raspy calls of his name. Kaveh’s done, wholly spent, but rides out that second orgasm as he meets every thrust of Alhaitham’s hips. Sloppy, squelching sounds of too much oil. Alhaitham watches the way Kaveh’s hole stretches around his length until it's smooth, how it swallows his cock greedily. Kaveh forces it deeper. Grinds against him, his gaze never leaving Alhaitham’s face as he watches back.
Dangerous. Several more thrusts and Alhaitham comes, spilling inside Kaveh just as he begged for. Alhaitham leans forward, resting against Kaveh’s back, suddenly craving closeness. He noses the back of his neck, kissing the knob of his spine there. “Kaveh,” he mutters, and then—
Kaveh snorts. “A little too quick, weren’t you?” A soft huff. “And you made a mess.”
“You asked me to.” Alhaitham kisses his shoulder and nibbles at the skin there. “We both know you leave little room for compromise.”
Kaveh gives him a feline smile. “So, what will you do about it?”
Alhaitham pulls back. “About what?”
“The mess you’ve made, of course.”
Oh. The implication is clear. Kaveh’s gaze is half-lidded. His cheeks are pink with arousal and his cock is half-hard again. Alhaitham wonders if he can wring another one from him. He grunts as he pulls his cock out. Kaveh sighs at the loss, an exaggerated, bemoaning sound. Typical.
Come drips from his sloppy hole. Alhaitham sweeps his thumb through it, pressing it back into Kaveh.
“That wasn’t exactly what I had in mind,” comes Kaveh’s snarky response.
Alhaitham tilts his head. “Oh? Demanding, aren’t you?”
“Always. You love it.”
Yes, yes. Alhaitham dips forward again, kissing down the length of Kaveh’s spine. Fingers drag over his sides, trailing the gooseflesh that rises. He nuzzles the small of Kaveh’s back, biting at the skin softly as he works his way down. Then, he spreads Kaveh’s asscheeks once more, watching his come spill out.
Kaveh watches him with a heated gaze. Waits with anticipation, his cock fully hard for a third time. Insatiable.
Still, Alhaitham dives back in to clean up his mess, indulging in Kaveh’s fervent demands.