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AlHaitham did his best to hide his true self from his ex-friend turned roommate, always making sure he had plans to leave the city whenever the full moon rose. However, he fails to notice Kaveh forgot to flip the calendar to the next month, resulting in AlHaitham struggling to keep hold of himself.
AlHaitham had a secret. One he so desperately tried to hide from his ex-friend turned roommate and the object of his desires. He checked the calendar thoroughly every month, making sure he knew the nights when he could sneak away into the rainforest and the days when he'd have to lie to the shining blonde about his location, denying their request to join him.
He couldn't let Kaveh find out.
His condition wasn't something that was as cliché as getting bit, but more so something that he'd found he'd been born with. He took medication to dull the instincts he was born with, but sometimes he found them hard to resist. There had been one time when the fabled architect who was his roommate had been away due to a client's desire to replicate the ancient architecture as well as drawing inspiration from both Caravan Ribat and Aaru Village. AlHaitham couldn't fathom why someone would desire to have their home resemble either unless they were going to be living in the desert, which was just as improbable as going to the ancient ruins because you thought they looked pretty. But with Kaveh's absence, he found himself moping and sulking like a dog, being home alone while their human went off to work.
He'd almost even let himself whine.
And then, the day before Kaveh was due back, he couldn't help but give in, just a little, and found himself in the architect's bedroom, standing in the doorway for a moment as he was bombarded with the potency of Kaveh's scent. He quickly stalks over to the bed, pausing, listening, and waiting as if Kaveh would return any moment before burying his face in the pillow.
He let himself go for a moment, feeling appendages on his head pop up and a tail swish rapidly behind him as he relishes in the scent, unable to stop a whine from slipping out. As much as they argued and as much as AlHaitham liked to tease Kaveh, he missed the blonde. He missed his face, he missed his voice, and he even missed the way Kaveh would hammer at whatever it was he was working on late into the night.
AlHaitham shifted his head, looking at the calendar hanging up on the architect's wall and noting the date. He still had a few days until he had to go on his own "work trip".
All of this planning and sneaking around was because, as much as it sounded like he'd made it up, he was what people would call a "werewolf". Transforming under the full moon, being more wolf than man, and all the things that went with it. His inhibitions were more primal, and his sense of reasoning was clouded. There had almost been a moment where he'd pounced on the other male one night when he'd stumbled home from the tavern, reeking of alcohol and other men, fighting back the desire to pounce on the blonde and take him against every surface imaginable. It didn't help that the full moon would be up the next night.
That night, he'd spent hours fucking into his hand, squeezing and pumping as he let his mind wander and imagined how Kaveh's hole would stretch and squeeze around him. AlHaitham had almost shredded the pillow he'd used to muffle himself, his teeth and claws digging into the soft fabric. Jealousy and possessiveness had coursed through him, mind conjuring images of marking up the blonde, making sure he smelled nothing like anyone else, and making sure Kaveh smelled like him inside and out. Part of him almost believed that he could feel Kaveh under him and could hear the pitiful whine and moans that he'd drag out from the other as he fucked him on his knot.
AlHaitham groaned, removing himself from the bed, knowing that if he lingered, he'd probably end up making a mess of the bed. He let out a low rumble with the way Kaveh's scent clung to him even after he left.
His skin felt tight, and everything felt out of place, like he shouldn't be here right now. It was probably just the anticipation; it wasn't unusual, so it wasn't anything to worry about.
Or so he thought.
Work had been, for lack of a better term, awful. People were constantly vying for his attention, bringing him numerous proposals that were either incomplete, not fleshed out properly, or were so mind-bogglingly stupid that it was a wonder how they even made it into the Akademiya! So because of that and Kaveh's lack of presence in the house as he verbally told AlHaitham the date, it had him retreating into the archive room to unwind. At least no one bothered him there. So the combination always had him losing track of time, sometimes ending up asleep in the archives room. It also didn't help that Kaveh's scent flooded their shared house, making it more difficult to stand being there without the comforting presence of the blonde there.
Kaveh was due back tonight, and then he had, if he recalled correctly from the glimpse he had of the caldendar that hung in Kaveh's room, at least another two days until the full moon rose. There was enough time to get the things he needed and slip away without the blonde getting upset that he was leaving the moment Kaveh got home.
He generally packed a spare set of clothes, stashing them somewhere and making sure they were saturated with his scent so they'd be that much easier to find. A bag of dried meat helped as well. It wasn't as if he became a mindless beast; he just brought food, some clothing, a tent, and something to keep himself occupied for the next day and a half. Alhaitham just knew that if he were among people rather than among the wilderness in the rainforest or the desert, his instincts would be going haywire. He grimaced at the memory of being a young child and being chided by his grandmother for marking his territory by urinating on his belongings. He didn't quite have as much control over his shape as he did now, so he'd sometimes sprout ears and a tail, sometimes a muzzle would pop up, and he'd whimper and whine, guilt written over his face as he resembled a guilt-ridden dog who couldn't face their owers or look them in the eye.
With a heavy sigh, Alhaitham reluctantly closed the book, making sure it was put back in its place so he didn't have to deal with some angry researcher barging into his office to scream at him over not filing the books away properly.
Kaveh did enough of that already.
Alhaitham felt a whine clog the back of his throat, feeling the weight of the ears on his head pressing against his scalp at the thought of the blonde. He certainly wouldn't openly admit it, but he did sincerely miss the other.
Alhaitham shook his head, doing his best to remove the offending appendages before leaving the Akademiya behind and heading home. At least he can deal with Kaveh tomorrow, he figured.
When tomorrow came, however, AlHaitham knew something was wrong. There was an uncomfortable prickle under his skin, his teeth felt longer than usual, his hearing was clearly enhanced, as well as the startling fact that he could feel the shift in him. He thought he had at least another day, if not two.
AlHaitham groaned and rolled over, tugging his pillow over his head as the sounds of Kaveh tinkering away in the kitchen created a chorus that made his head pound. He couldn't let Kaveh see him like this. It had been easy enough back in their Akaedmiya days since they weren't living together, and he'd genuinely thought he'd be able to easily hide this from Kaveh, but as the culmination of feelings he held for the blonde didn't seem to lessen over the years, it started to become increasingly difficult.
The knock on his door startled him, Kaveh's soft voice flitering through. "Haitham? Are you okay? Normally you'd be up by now, and you also generally make it a point to tell me you're going to be gone for a few days."
"I'm-" AlHaitham flinched at the way his voice sounded—rough and coarse, with an underlying growl to it. "What day is it?"
"Uh, Thursday, I think. I forgot to change the month on my calendar, so if you really want me to go check, I can do that."
"No." Alhaitham wracked his brain, slowly putting it together that he was a week behind, that everything he'd planned for was for something that wouldn't come, and now it was too late to do anything about it.
"Well, you're in luck. I only have one client I'm meeting today, so I'll be able to take care of you. You can keep your sickness in your room."
AlHaitham almost laughed at that. "And yet it's my house, so you'd think I'd be able to do whatever I wanted in my own house. I could even sit in the living area naked if I so chose to."
"Ugh, you-!" He heard Kaveh huff angrily before stomping away; not even the usually tantalising scent of coffee was enough to make AlHaitham leave his room.
He could feel the ears, the tail, and the way the fur seemed to prickle just under the skin. He knew that it wouldn't be long until he was fully transformed.
The sound of knocking on his door resonated in the room and woke him from a slumber he didn't know he'd slipped into. Granted, the transformation always took a lot out of him, and he usually would have eaten plenty of calorie-dense foods to give him the energy he needed, but seeing as how he'd mistaken the date and the moon would be full and bright this evening instead of a few days or even a week from now, he was woefully unprepared, and he could feel the burn in his muscles and the way his body hungered. "Haitham? I'm back. Are you feeling any better? I made Lambad make you something. It's not soup, although if you're sick, soup would probably do you wonders if you could perhaps even spare a thought to putting your book down to eat or converse with someone else for once."
AlHaitham felt his bones creak, joints popping as his form slowly changed, a deep ache settling deep inside of him. It'd been decades since he'd first shifted, but the pain of his body rearranging itself never got easier. He could hear Kaveh pause, waiting for any sign that AlHaitham was there or if he was awake.
"I'll just put it outside your door. Don't leave the dishes in there this time! I'm not your maid!" AlHaitham managed a garbled-out reply that could be considered some version of thanks towards the blonde, but as his jaw elongated and reshaped, vocal cords rendered nearly useless, so it was more of a garbled noise than anything else.
He heard Kaveh's steps pause, and he could hear him turn around before he sighed.
AlHaitham had just enough sense to wait until Kaveh was well enough away from his room before he threw the door open to snag the food, the door almost slamming behind him when he slipped back in. The temperature of the food didn't matter; the scent of meat-rich food along with a dense broth had him salivating and his jaw aching as he tore the packaging apart before swiftly devouring the meal. It saited some part of his hunger, the other half of his hunger growling and rumbling under his skin as darkness slowly encroached on his room.
AlHaitham found he'd blacked out again, his whole body on fire now as he clawed at the floor, trying to not leave deep gouges in the wood grain as his elongated nails dragged across the floor as he let out a pained noise, fur finally sprouting up, leaving his skin feeling itchy even as the cracks and pops of his bones shifting, body rearranging organs and elongating bones. Saliva pooled in his mouth and dribbled out below him in a pool as he clenched his jaw, trying to not alert his roommate to his predicament. But a pained noise escaped his throat, and he found himself regretting locking the door. The remnants of his clothing that hadn't torn at the seams already from the stretch and pull of the fabric across a frame they weren't meant to fit were quickly shredded from his body, the pressure of the fabric too much to bear on his aching frame. He screwed his eyes shut, feeling even the way they had changed into something non-human. The entire transformation left him reeling—a lot more difficult this time since he had been unprepared for it.
A low whine broke through, and he felt his ears flatten against his head as the last bits of the transformation tore through him like he'd been branded by a hot knife. He wasn't a stranger to the feeling of hot metal against his skin, having once gotten the mark of his family when he was just shy of twelve. But this was different as it encompassed his whole body, leaving him writhing on the floor as he managed to grab a blanket from his bed to cover himself with, claws nearly tearing holes in it as he had to tug it free from the tangle of other blankets and sheets on his bed. When it was finished, it left him panting and aching, and his nostrils suddenly flared at the scent of Kaveh once again before he heard Kaveh knock on his door again.
"AlHaitham? What's wrong? I heard a lot of commotion just now. If you're hurt, just let me help."
AlHaitham let out a growl, trying to scare Kaveh off even as he wrapped himself up in the blanket to try and hide himself, but Kaveh was persistent. He heard the door knob move before he heard the door open, shrinking himself down as much as he could into the blanket.
Kaveh heard the growl, not startled by it but more confused. Did AlHaitham have some kind of animal in here? But that wasn't like AlHaitham anyway, so that thought was quickly tossed out. Did AlHaitham make the growl himself? "Is it okay if I turn on the light?" He asked softly, wondering if maybe AlHaitham had encountered something during one of those trips he often took, only to have it suddenly rearing its head the moment his defences were down. That seemed more likely than Alhaitham stowing some random animal away in his room, especially with the fact that AlHaitham made it a point to remind Kaveh that he could do whatever he wanted in his house.
Kaveh paused, seeing the figure in the blanket cast in the light from the hall that was slightly skewed by Kaveh's own figure blocking it and casting his shadow on the hunched-over figure on the floor.
"Go away." AlHaitham growled out, memories of drowning himself in Kaveh's scent slipping into his mind like a drip from a leaky faucet.
"If you're sick, let me help. What can I do for you?"
"Don't come any closer!" He snarled out, Kaveh's hand quickly retracting from where it had reached out towards the other.
Kaveh huffed at that, his hands moving to his hips. "If you're going to act like a petulant little child, I'm going to treat you like a child!" Without giving AlHaitham any time to retreat, long fingers gripped the blanket and removed it from the large frame in such a swift motion that it had it flying up into the air, as he'd expected AlHaitham to resist and cling onto it instead of simply giving up his hold on it.
It was quiet; the only sound between them was their breathing and the sound of the blanket slowly settling onto the floor behind Kaveh. Ruby eyes took in the large frame and the way silver fur covered the other. AlHaitham's tail swished in annoyance behind him, ears pinned back against his head again before swivelling up to catch any sound that Kaveh made.
Kaveh's breath hitched in his throat, unable to truly process what he saw before him for a moment before he spoke again. "AlHaitham?"
"Who else?"
"I know but-" Kaveh was truly at a loss for words, questions swirling around like a whirwind, unable to focus on a single one as the silence grew between them.
AlHaitham was quick to speak again. "If you don't need me for anything, leave. I'd much rather enjoy myself without you around." This seemed to make Kaveh let out a huff again, and Alhaitham didn't need to turn to know the expression that donned the other male's face.
Kaveh's voice softened slightly when he spoke again. "I don't know anything about you anymore. I want to help you, but if you don't want me around, I understand. Just-" He heard Kaveh leave and felt him pause at the door, light shining on him and casting his shadow over AlHaitham as he felt shame creep up his neck. "Nevermind."
Kaveh closed the door behind him softly, the latch clicking back into place. This wasn't something that he could just tell anyone; he couldn't just blurt it out and say that he was a werewolf, even if they were Kaveh. It's not that he didn't trust the blonde; it's not as if he felt that Kaveh wouldn't be able to keep it a secret, but AlHaitham had spent his entire life harbouring this secret, planning and plotting around the cycles of the moon, sneaking around any topic that seemed to get dangerously close to speaking about it, or just revealing any deep, hidden secret.
It didn't help that Kaveh wore his emotions on his sleeve and that Alhaitham didn't have to see his face to know that he'd hurt him. Alhaitham had kept the secrets Kaveh had told him—secrets that he'd blurted out while drunk on the bittersweet taste of wine. Yet he couldn't handle entrusting something like this to Kaveh. Perhaps it was because he thought that he'd scare Kaveh off and that he'd end up having to backpeddle and try and fix the damage with little pieces of tape, much like how Kaveh had fixed their thesis paper when he'd torn it up all those years ago. Perhaps it was just because AlHaitham was afraid of showing himself like this to Kaveh, afraid that if he laid his feelings bare in front of the man, it would end up with him looking at AlHaitham with a sense of disgust, scoffing at his feelings, and then would speak to him only when needed.
The more logical part of him knew that these scenarios would never come to fruition, but that inner child, mixed with his more primal instincts, had him second-guessing that logic right then.
AlHaitham didn't know how to react and didn't know what to do with the information that Kaveh now knew about him.
He let out something like a sigh as he pulled the blanket over his head. He heard footsteps first before he smelled Kaveh, with the scent of meat following close after. "Here. You haven't had anything to eat in how long now? The least you could do is eat something before you actually get sick." The action made AlHaitham blink for a moment, turning to look up at Kaveh, who had his hands on his hips once again. Before he could protest, before he could tell Kaveh that he didn't need him helping him, his stomach betrayed him with a loud rumble, signalling that it needed that protein, needed the nutrients that would come from the steaming bowl of what he assumed was butter chicken, along with a pita pocket that he was sure would almost be too big to fit into his hand. "While you've been locked away in here, moping in the darkness for whatever imaginary problem you think you have, I made dinner. I don't know what's going on or what made you that way, but I'd like to think I know you, AlHaitham. You're not one to put your troubles on others, mostly since you tend to make sure you never end up in situations like this, but this seems like something that's rather unavoidable. I'll come get the dishes later; just leave them outside your door if you don't want me to come back into your room."
"Den."
Kaveh paused, wondering if he actually heard AlHaitham or not.
"Not room, den."
Kaveh rolled his eyes at that; of course, AlHaitham had to be like that. "Well, whatever you call it, make sure the dishes are somewhere I get to; I'm not going to go searching for them. If they get broken or anything, I'm using your mora to buy new ones because I really can't trust you to have any kind of taste when it comes to anything with any semblance of decor."
Kaveh left after that, leaving the steaming food by the doorway and leaving AlHaitham to his thoughts. He knew Kaveh had nothing to gain from reealing his secret since it would probably reveal that he was living with AlHaitham. How else would the Light of Kshahrewar explain how he knew of a condition plaguing the acting grand sage? But Kveh was also not an unkind person, despite the way the two of them acted towards each other. AlHaitham's tail did a slow wag behind him as he moved to reach for the food, biting into the soft dough of the pita pocket that was filled to the brim with juicy meats and tender vegetables. His body didn't want the vegetables, but he forced them down regardless of the instincts telling him that all he needed was meat. He didn't even know if Kaveh ate or not; the blond probably chose to make something for AlHaitham and refused to eat himself, especially since the only scent of the food was more on Kaveh's clothing and the food he carried rather than from Kaveh himself.
It made AlHaitham pause, letting the blanket fall from him as he moved onto the butter chicken. He made sure he was careful not to break the fragile porcelain of the bowl, knowing Kaveh would certainly make good on his threat and go out and buy new dishes to replace the broken ones. It almost made him laugh at the thought, but the elongated jaw and the shift in his vocal cords made it rather difficult to speak properly.
It took no time at all for AlHaitham to devour the food, his belly feeling full and satisfied and the need for meat having been quieted, but there was another kind of hunger that he craved, and it belonged to the blond he pined after.
Kaveh came back not long after delivering the food, figuring that AlHaitham had eaten his fill and had come to fetch the dishes. AlHaitham had abandoned the sheet by now, not really feeling the need to hide himself away as if he were some grotesque monster.
"AlHaitham, I hope you're finished, because if you're not, you're going to have to finish it later." It was obvious that Kaveh was trying not to look at AlHaitham as he gathered up the scant amount of dishes and garbage that had accumulated in the short span of time that AlHaitham had holed himself up in his room. It had AlHaitham pausing for a moment, wondering what he should do before he suddenly reached out to grab one of Kaveh's arms before he could leave, not moving from his position on the floor yet even as Kaveh turned to give him a look of confusion before darting his eyes away.
"Den, Kaveh, stay." AlHaitham seemed to ask, having difficulty actually speaking and feeling frustrated with the way his lack of capability to form words, let alone sentences, impeded his ability to properly converse with Kaveh now that the transformation had fully set in, unlike earlier when he'd been able to converse properly with Kaveh.
"Haitham, I have to go deal with these dishes and the trash; I'm not leaving it to sit for however long you're like this." Kaveh sighed, still refusing to properly look at AlHaitham.
AlHaitham didn't like that, and he struggled to find words to express his displeasure with the fact that the blond refused to let his gaze linger on him for very long, or even at all. It ripped a whine from his throat, his hand releasing Kaveh's arm as his ears pinned themselves back against his head. AlHaitham was starting to lose count of how many times that was happening. "Kaveh," Alhaitham paused, struggling still to properly form the words. The blond had turned at the sound of his name; his gaze focused down on the dishes in his hand instead of AlHaitham's face. "Why no look?" He found himself cringing inside at how primitive his speech was in this state. All he wanted to know was why Kaveh refused to look at him and why he chose to look anywhere else but at him. "Monster, scared?" It was the simplest way he could ask Kaveh if he thought that AlHaitham was a monster and that the reason why Kaveh didn't want to look at him was because he was scared—that AlHaitham was terrifying to look at.
Kaveh suddenly whirled around, crimson eyes wide and mouth agape. "No! You're not a monster! I'm not scared either." Kaveh darted his eyes away again when he saw those ears perk up slightly, his teeth catching his bottom lip.
"Why?" If Kaveh wasn't scared, if Kaveh didn't consider him a monster, then why did he not want to look at AlHaitham?
Kaveh groaned slightly, his hands unable to cover the way his face flushed in embarrassment. "B-Beacause!"
AlHaitham let out another whine, his head cocking in confusion. He really didn't understand the problem the other male was having at the moment and why he still refused to look anywhere but AlHaitham.
"Don't-! Don't give me that look! It's embarrassing, so I don't want to say it." Kaveh almost tried to hide himself behind the dishes in his hands, but the weight and threat of breaking them prevented him from doing it. At least AlHaitham was slightly pleased, what with the way his tail wagged lazily behind him. It seemed whatever it was AlHaitham was doing was slowly breaking the blond down to admit what it was he wanted and what it was he was embarrassed about. Although it wasn't exactly hard to embarrass the blonde sometimes.
AlHaitham let out another whine, pressing his muzzle against the other's torso, earning him a whine from the male above him even as AlHaitham tried to focus on the task of wheedling out whatever it was that was bothering the architect.
"F-Fine!" Kaveh would have thrown his hands up into the air if he could, but the dishes once again served as the only thing to prevent Kaveh from simply shoving Alhaitham away and storming off with a slam of the door. "Iwantotpetyourears." The words came out in a mumble, all jumbled together, making it difficult for Alhaitham's brain to fully understand what it was that Kaveh wanted.
"Again, slow." He said, wanting to hear Kaveh say it again, but clearly and slower this time.
Kaveh whined again, almost stomping his foot. Why did AlHaitham have to look like that? All the stories about creatures like werewolves and the like were meant to paint them as some terrifying beast that would eagerly tear your body limb from limb if you ever encountered them. No one ever told him that his roommate, the man he had been silently crushing on since their Akademiya days, had turned into something that looked like a giant fluffy dog. Sure, there were lots of scary parts about him, but those things would only be that way if he'd encountered AlHaitham at random, if he didn't know that this animal that could easily tower over him was the person he knew best. There was no getting around it; there was no denying AlHaitham; there was simply no way he was able to deny the other like this. "I said that I wanted to pet your ears, and I thought you'd hate me touching you. There, happy now?" Kaveh's face was almost the same shade of red as his eyes, as were the red gems that adorned his earrings. The information made AlHaitham blink slowly.
All of this... was just because Kaveh wanted to pet his ears and was thinking that Alhaitham wouldn't want it? That he wouldn't want to feel Kaveh's touch? If AlHaitham could laugh, he probably would have. His senior was so ridiculous sometimes.
"What? What's that look for?" Kaveh huffed, staring down at AlHaitham. "Anyways, I need to go deal with this, like I said before."
AlHaitham whined at that, at the idea of Kaveh leaving, his ears pressing back against his head again. It made Kaveh give his own whine, which was followed by a sigh. "Come back?" He managed out, watching Kaveh's shoulders droop as he shifted the garbage and dishes to one hand, just barely balancing the delicate porcelain before he tentatively reached out to press a hand firmy between the two large ears. AlHaitham couldn't help but raise his head slightly to press that hand more firmly against his head, as the touch of Kaveh's palm against his fur felt strangely soothing.
"Yes, I'll come back." Kaveh told him, squeaking when AlHaitham stood and enveloped Kaveh in his arms briefly. The architect's face flushed again when he managed to wrangle himself free. "Put some clothes on!" Ah. AlHaitham had forgotten about that.
"Can't." It was hard to explain that he couldn't exactly put on clothes that weren't meant to fit this frame, never bothering to try to find anything that would fit him when he was in this state. Besides, when it was just him alone in a tent, with no need to talk or interact with people, there was no need to worry about clothing until he ultimately shifted back into the form of a human. There wasn't any way all of this extra bulk, when coupled with the fur, would be able to fit into even the largest sizes of any clothing he could find. Plus, it's not like he could get clothing tailored for that purpose.
"And why not? Why do you have to parade around naked?" Kaveh sputtered, heat creeping along his spine.
"Fur, too big."
"Oh." Kaveh had to admit that he felt a little bit stupid at that. It made sense that the clothing that was normally tight on the ex-scribe's body normally wouldn't fit a frame that nearly doubled in size. But with AlHaitham naked, Kaveh could feel every tuft of fur, could feel the way heat radiated off of him, and he'd be ignorant to profess that he certainly didn't feel a certain something poking against his torso. Normally, AlHaitham was only a few inches taller than him, but like this, in this form, he was clearly a few feet taller than Kaveh.
With an awkward cough, Kaveh pulled away and shifted the dishes in front of him, rolling his eyes at the whine again. "I'll be back, you big baby. Just sit there and wait. You can even leave the door open so you can hear me. Although, with those ears of yours, I doubt you'd have any trouble hearing me even with the door closed." Kaveh slipped out the door with Alhaitham slumping on the floor now, not wanting to risk his bed.
As Kaveh made his way to the kitchen, hands full of dishes and garbage, his mind was certainly roaming to other aspects of AlHaitham that were bigger. He'd never actually caught the other male naked before, but with the way those tight pants always seemed to bulge, it was safe to assume that even if he wasn't transformed into a beast, he was definitely larger than anyone he'd ever slept with.
With the dishes safely in the sink now and warm water and soap bubbling around his hands, Kaveh couldn't help but close his eyes, trying not to make a noise as he was sure that AlHaitham would hear him. The thoughts that invaded his mind were hard to shove aside, especially since it'd been some time since Kaveh had gotten laid. It was hard to even have a night of passion with a stranger when the name of the person you live with, the man you've been crushing on since you were a teenager, the very person who claimed your heart and soul, slipped out over and over again until there wasn't a person in Sumeru who didn't know, even if Kaveh made sure that he never once brought any of the men home. He bit his lips at the feeling of that appendage pressing against him, his mind swirling with thoughts of how deep it would reach. But that was merely a fantasy and certainly had no influence on reality. He'd stay with AlHaitham, cuddle him, hold him, and do whatever it was that AlHaitham needed from him, while knowing that the moment AlHaitham turned back, things would go back to normal.
AlHaitham was just in a vulnerable situation right now, and Kaveh was the only one there who could help AlHaitham. Maybe if he just pet him a few times and treated him more like a pet, then perhaps he could slip away.
Kaveh had been so lost in his thoughts and in the mundane task of washing the few dishes and setting them aside to be put away later that he jumped when he felt two large arms wrap around him, tugging him against a broad and furry chest. "Senior, want." A muzzle propped itself on his shoulder, and Kaveh fumbled for a towel to dry his hands, cursing when it slipped from its perch on the hanger and fell on the floor.
"Haitham, I told you I'd be back; you just needed to be patient." Kaveh told AlHaitham, his tone sounding as if he were scolding the younger male. A shiver ran through him when AlHaitham growled against his ear, hips rutting against Kaveh's clothed backside as ruby-red eyes widened at the feeling of that cock that was already massive when flaccid, rubbing against him, now very clearly erect.
"Senior, want." AlHaitham repeated. It had been hard waiting for Kaveh to return. The scent of him swirling around the room and seeping into his nose as the potency increased now that there wasn't any barrier to keep it at bay. It sent hunger burning in his stomach, and the thought of food was almost repulsive as his instincts told him to claim.
Kaveh repressed a shudder that ran through him, feeling the heat that AlHaitham's even larger frame seemed to exude, feeling the way it seeped into his very bones with the intent to melt his very bones. He felt at a loss for words, unable to truly comprehend that he was in this situation, let alone the fact that it was AlHaitham growling in his ear with that long muzzle, sharp claws digging into the countertop instead of biting against soft flesh, and the way that cock pressed against the clothed cleft of his ass.
Kaveh had burned for the younger male and yearned for a moment like this when it was just himself, his hand, and the cold loneliness that the night had brought him. He remembered whimpering into his pillow, the halls of his home empty now, as he wept for both the loss of family and the loss of the familiar junior he had so desperately wanted. Kaveh was brought back to the present when hips rocked against him, breath huffing out against his ears. "Haitham, we can't—you're not in your right state of mind; you don't know what you really want—" excuses tumbled past his lips, a desperate plea to try and get AlHaitham to return to his senses.
AlHaitham couldn't even speak properly!
Taking in a deep breath, Kaveh steeled himself and turned in AlHaitham's arms, finally getting to see the other without the shroud of darkness altering his vision. He brought a hand up and gently, but firmly, gave AlHaitham's nose a smack. It had the other leaning back, startled and confused. Kaveh would have laughed, if not for the growl that slipped out again.
"N-No! Bad dog!" Kaveh had to stand firm; he had to stand his ground lest he give in to his racing pulse and the way his body was eager to respond to AlHaitham. He had to remind himself that AlHaitham wasn't in the right state of mind, that he wasn't human, and therefore wasn't able to properly communicate with him. After clearing his throat, he set his hands on the large furry chest, trying not to think of how much bigger it was than normal and trying not to think of the way muscles rippled underneath his hands.
AlHaithem couldn't help but let out a huff. Kaveh's scent was positively dripping with arousal, and yet he was pushing Alhaitham away, going so far as to lightly hit him on his snout. The audacity the blonde sometimes had was astounding. Although he had to give it to him since most people wouldn't really be able to have the courage to do something like that. Kaveh was a complex person, so it didn't seem to be too farfetched that he'd do something like this, but the thrumming need to bury himself in Kaveh's welcoming heat was an itch under his skin and a throb in his veins. He let out another growl, trying to cage Kaveh in again before Kaveh quicky pushed him away with a hand to his nose again.
"I don't want to do this if you're not entirely there, AlHaitham." Kaveh glanced away for a moment before turning his ruby gaze back towards him. "I'd be a fool to not want this; it's one of the things I've been wanting for the longest time, but I won't do it at the cost of you hating me later, and it's only because you can't say, clearly, that you want this as much as I want it."
AlHaitham would have raised a brow if he could. Leave it to Kaveh to overthink it. But he had to appreciate it this time since his ability to speak was compromised. But really, all he wanted to do was tear off those tight pants, bend the blonde over the counter, knot him, and stuff him full with his cum to the point where his stomach was distended and round. Nails scraped against the table when he leaned back, watching Kaveh with a curious gaze.
"Senior want." AlHaitham said again, repeating what he'd said not that long ago, hoping that it'd be clear enough for the architect to get the picture, sighing when Kaveh didn't acknowledge it.
"Are you sure you want this? Like, you know it's you and not whatever the other part of you is? That it's not something making you want something you wouldn't normally want?" Kaveh fidgeted, his fingers picking at his nails, unable to hide how nervous he was.
"Yes." At least he could do that much. "Want senior."
Kaveh sucked in a breath of air at that, cheeks burning, especially when he noticed that AlHaitham's arousal hadn't flagged, still standing tall and thick, beads of precome pearling at the tip before slowly sliding down the thick shaft. It had Kaveh swallowing thickly, his own cock trapped in his pants, and twitching. Well, he got an answer, at least. Even if AlHaitham couldn't talk properly and couldn't communicate as much as he probably wanted, he was still being clear with his intentions, being clear with what he wanted, and Kaveh had to come to terms that it was him that AlHaitham wanted, that all the lonely nights spent palming his cock and smearing his own saliva along the length as he imagined it was AlHaitham's rough hands were going to come to an end. "I just want you to know that your... siuation doesn't change anything. I don't care if you're not human right now, it doesn't really change who you are, AlHaitham."
Hearing Kaveh say those words lifted a weight from his shoulders. It wasn't like AlHaitham to be the only overthinking, but when you weren't even human and were told the stories of those who abhorred their kind, who had hunted them just because of what they were, it warped and twisted your thoughts and experiences into a swirling toxic pool where you couldn't help but think that others would be disgusted with you, at best, and fearful of you to the point they wanted you dead, at the worst. But he should have known that Kaveh wouldn't ever be like that. He wasn't what he would consider a scaredy cat; he wasn't someone who would easily go back now. There had been times when Kaveh ended up hurt because he had rushed into a situation without thinking things through. It would have made AlHaitham cuckle if he was able to.
"So, uh, now that we've cleared that up, how-" Kaveh swallowed hard, those deep turquise eyes watching the movement, eyeing him up as if he were prey, but he didn't get to finish his sentence before AlHaitham closed the distance between them, muzzle nuzzling against Kaveh's ear as he let his teeth gently tug at the lobe. He heard Kaveh's breath shudder out and could smell the scent of arousal pouring off of him, the blond absolutely drenched in it. He knew Kaveh would probably have a fit later about the grooves in the counter AlHaitham's nails left, but that was something that could be worried about later. Right now, he wanted Kaveh; he wanted to hear the noises he was sure Kaveh would let out. Despite the fact that AlHaitham would leave during the full moon, he'd always come back to the scent of sex and arousal.
The thought of Kaveh waiting until he was gone to bring someone over always made his mood foul. But now, armed with the knowledge of Kaveh wanting him, he had images of Kaveh waiting until AlHaitham was gone to fuck himself on his fingers, or perhaps even shoving a toy in to reach deep inside of him. AlHaitham had never once questioned why he'd never been able to smell another's scent whenever he came back, only smelling the scent of Kaveh and the scent of sex surrounding the blonde. He chalked it up to Kaveh having some kind of tryst with someone and then coming home to bathe and wash his clothing, lest AlHaitham find out. But that was neither here nor there, especially since he had Kaveh right where he wanted, willing to have AlHaitham, and boy did AlHaitham plan on having his way with Kaveh.
Giving Kaveh no warning, sharp claws gripped at fabric and tore, the sound of it tearing echoing through the kitchen, the clack of Kaveh's teeth apparent as he clearly bit back a protest. The clothes weren't expensive, and AlHaitham was more than happy to go and buy Kaveh more clothing if needed, no matter the price or what kind of clothing it was. He was careful with his sharp claws and large hands that couldn't be anything but paws groped his ass as AlHaitham dragged his tongue along the shell of Kaveh's ear, biting roughly against exposed skin. The blond whimpered and gasped, frame trembling as hands sought for a place to settle, even as he whispered out AlHaitham's name in such a breathy way, it almost had AlHaitham popping his knot already. He swiftly turned Kaveh around, forcing him to bend over the counter as he let his cock finally slide along the cleft of Kaveh's ass, but that's where AlHaitham pasued, whimpering as he realised that he couldn't just shove his cock in without preparing Kaveh without hurting him. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to stretch Kaveh out without cutting him on nails that were clearly sharp enough to leave deep grooves in the wooden counter as well as sharp enough to easily tear through cloth. The haze lifted enough from Kaveh's brain when he heard AlHaitham whimper, feeling some of his senses come back to himself.
"Haitham?" AlHaitham whimpered again, nuzzling against Kaveh's neck, his hands still gripping Kaveh tightly. Kaveh couldn't figure out what was wrong; he could still feel the way AlHaitham rocked his hips and the way that cock weeped against his ass. AlHaitham rutted his hips once again, trying not to let his cock slip in without preparing his senior. It was hard to properly communicate with Kaveh without being able to talk properly. "Want senior, scared claws sharp." It took effort to speak more than one or two words at a time, his throat constricting and his vocal cords aching as they weren't meant for human speech, but it still didn't seem to be enough. So with a huff, AlHaitham grabbed the bottle of oil, popped off the top, took one of Kaveh's hands, and dribbled oil onto them. He watched the gears slowly turn, understanding clear on his face as his eyes widened, looking from AlHaitham's hand to his own as he began to understand. A shiver ran through him, knowing how dangerous those claws were, and at the thrill of showing AlHaitham just how desperate he was for the other, how he was going to show AlHaitham just how he liked being touched, and how he had imagined every stroke of his hand or push of his fingers belonged to AlHaitham.
Kaveh paused for a moment, staring at the oil that pooled down onto the counter, that coated his fingers even as he felt the way AlHaitham spread him open, felt the way that thick cock rubbed against his hole, the tip leaking and sometimes catching at his rim. It was clear how desperate AlHaitham was, and Kaveh was feeling that same desperation. The only difference between shoving his fingers inside him back then and now was that now it was Alhaitham waiting for him, watching him, and expecting him. So he coated his fingers in more oil before reaching behind himself, already missing the warmth of AlHaitham when he moved away. One finger circled his rim, spreading the oil around the puckered entrance, his breath shuddering out as he bit his lip, his head pressing against the counter as he slipped one finger in. His legs trembled, feeling the intense gaze bore into him as he thrust the finger in and out. He heard Alhaitham grab something before he felt the way cool oil was now being poured along his finger and hole, dripping to create a puddle on the floor that Kaveh would most likely have to clean up later, although he was sure there was going to be more than just the oil needing to be cleaned up.
His breath shuddered out again as he slid in a second finger to join in the first, scissoring them and thrusting them inside as he did his best to avoid hitting his prostate. He knew that if he so much as brushed against it, the cabinets below would be painted white with his spend. He whimpered when he heard Alhaitham growl again. He felt the way claws dug in just a little bit more as he was spread open as much as his body would allow, with AlHaitham's hungry gaze watching his every move. Gods, he wanted to feel it—to feel the way AlHaitham fucked him, how deep he'd reach, and how well he'd fill him. It was like a forbidden fantasy coming to fruition, something he'd never thought of imagining now having him begging for AlHaitham as he added a third finger, repeating the actions over and over again until he was practically sobbing AlHaitham's name, begging for the other male to take his fill. Kaveh's arm was batted away, his hole clenching around nothing as soon as his fingers slid from his slick hole. AlHaitham was usually patient when it came to obtaining the things he wanted, but watching the way Kaveh sobbed and fucked himself on his own fingers, hearing the way his name slid from puffy lips as every stretch revealed pink insides that were sure to feel like heaven wrapped around his cock.
Without giving Kaveh any time to shift or move from his current position, Alhaitam spread the globe of Kaveh's ass, lining his cock up before he slammed home, head thrown back with a howl even as Kaveh's head shot up and his cum splattered against the lower cabinets and the floor. "Ah-Haitham-" Kaveh cried out as AlHaitham ground his cock against that bundle of nerves AlHaitham could feel against his cock, feeling the way that hole swallowed every inch of him and squeezed tightly around him. Alhaitham almost wnated to bite down on Kaveh's shoulder, to claim him inside out as he continued to slam his hips against Kaveh's ass, plunging his cock inside that slick heat that squezed him in such a way that he could already feel his knot forming. Even if he knotted Kaveh, he knew he needed more; he needed to fill Kaveh until he was empty, until he had nothing left to give.
AlHaitham dragged a hand under one of Kaveh's legs, lifting it until it rested on the counter, Kaveh whimpering at the feeling of that cock stretching him and slamming in deeper with the angle change even as the muscles of his thighs cried at the stretch, not used to being manhandled into a position he wasn't used to. Kaveh knew he was going to hurt tomorrow; he knew that with the way AlHaitham slammed into him, driving his cock against Kaveh's prostate, he was probably even going to have difficulty walking tomorrow, too. It felt far too good. Kaveh saw stars dance in his vision, his hole clenching and squeezing AlHaitham's cock, and his eyes widened as he felt something bigger suddenly tugging at his rim every time AlHaitham pulled out, feeling the way it pushed and stretched his rim even more with every thrust in. His fingers scrabbled across the counter top, trying to find anything to grip onto, but only found the smooth surface of the wood under his nails as they scraped along it.
AlHaitham watched the way his cock slid in and out of that slick hole, watching the way his knot started to swell and the obscene way Kaveh's hole eagerly stretched around it as the desire to bite filled his mind. Kaveh was his; there would be no one else; every whorish moan and cry that escaped from Kaveh's lips only drove him on and made him want to bite down on that delicate shoulder. Really, in comparison to Alhaitham's even bulkier frame, Kaveh's own frame felt like it was delicate and slim, but somehow perfectly fit against his body and in his hands. Alhaitham had certainly dreamed of the day where he could wrap his hands around Kaveh's waist and use him however he wanted.
One of many growls escaped past AlHaitham's muzzle, jaw clenched to prevent himself from giving in to his baser instincts and the primal needs that came along with it.
He shoved Kaveh's leg a little higher, hearing the way Kaveh sobbed at it, no doubt feeling the protest of muscles that had never had to stretch like that before. Kaveh continued to sob, feeling the way AlHaitham's thrusts, the abuse of his prostate, and the burn of oversensitivity were slowly starting to all crash together in a symphony that had his vision greying at the edges, but his conciousness never truly wavering, as if his body demanded he was aware of every feeling rushing through him, the way that pleasure coated him and hooked under his skin to never let go of him. Suddenly, Kaveh couldn't help but throw his head back as that knot popped in one final time, fully filling and stretching him before a hot wave of cum seared his skin over and over again, barely registering the feeling of teeth biting on the flesh where his neck met his shoulder as his eyes rolled back briefly at the overwhelming sensations. AlHaitham's hips didn't stop, but Kaveh was at least grateful for the rough thrusts and the way the head of AlHaitham's cock had slammed against his prostate. But these small movements eked out more cum from AlHaitham's cock, which was certainly still hard and ready to go. It also didn't help that they also tugged his knot along Kaveh's rim, tugging gently but with enough pressure that it had him moaning weakly. He could barely lift his head up, feeling the way cum sloshed around in his guts and barely registered that he was moving, that while they were still connected, AlHaitham was moving.
He let out another whimper at the lap of a tongue on the bite mark, his senses slowly coming back to him as AlHaitham whined as he rocked his hips gently into Kaveh. It seemed like his junior still needed more and still desired more. AlHaitham, in all honesty, had never been so fucking horny in his entire life. He could feel the way his cock continued to spurt little ropes of cum into Kaveh's guts, and he could feel the way Kaveh's hole eagerly kept AlHaitham's knot inside as his body milked every last drop of cum. But even through all of that, even through an orgasm that had made his knees weak, the desire was still there, the heat and arousal still burned high inside of him, and he wanted to fuck Kaveh again already. Alhaitham let out a rumble, letting Kveh settle for a moment as well as letting his own body settle, his instincts telling him not to move so that his seed would be sure to take. Although, given how he still felt that heat of desire, there wasn't any reason for him not to move and shift, hearing Kaveh's groans and whimpers as he did so.
He could feel Kaveh's frame trembling under him; he could feel the effort the other was putting into simply standing. He let out a huff, hefting Kaveh up even as he was still wrapped around his knot, earning a loud whimper from the blond as he had enough sense to move them to the divian lest Kaveh's legs give out on him and hurt himself. AlHaitham nuzzled Kaveh's neck when they were finally settled on the soft cusions, Kaveh letting out a noise and earning a growl when he shifted his hips, eager hole queezing around his knot already. If Kaveh kept this up, he'd have no choice but to fuck the blond of his knot, especially as he felt his cock throb at the sensations. Perhaps it was because he was finally able to have his fill that had AlHaitham feeling like he couldn't get enough. Since the times when he'd made it to the area he'd set up camp, the thrum of arousal and need was a forgotten feeling, but as he was surrounded by Kaveh's scent, feeling the way his body responded so eagerly to AlHaitham, there wasn't any way he'd be able to go back to that lonely tent every full moon.
With a whimper from the blond in his lap, AlHaitham couldn't resist gently bucking his hips up, a sharp gasp slipping past Kaveh's lips at the action, the knot tugging and moving around in such a way that it amplified the low hum of pleasure that settled deep into his bones. Kaveh could feel his body responding to AlHaitham without hesitation, his cock stirring back to life as he whimpered at the slow way AlHaitham thrust back up, grinding his cock and knot deep inside him. Overstimulation tugged at his nerves in a pleasureable burn, not quite bordering on pain yet. "H-Haitham," Kaveh couldn't help but whimper out, head tossed back onto a furry shoulder, even as AlHaitham's breaths puffed out against his ear with teeth dangerously close to snapping down on him. Just the thought alone of AlHaitham being so lost in his own desires that he couldn't help but bite and claim Kaveh had him moaning slightly as he wriggled his hips, the action causing AlHaitham to growl and Kaveh to shiver in delight.
Suddenly, the touch of rough pads dragged across his cock, Kaveh's body jumping at the touch. It felt strange, but it felt good to have some sort of friction against his aching cock, the rough touch making him squirm as he tried to both lean into it and pull away from it at the same time. Teeth suddenly snapped next to his ear in a warning and only served to arouse Kaveh more. This time the buildup was slow, a wave of hot lava burning through him and searing his nerves so that nothing would ever be able to satisfy him, so that no one would ever be able to satisfy him the way AlHaitham could.
A rough, quick snap of Alhaitham's hips had the head of his cock smashing into Kaveh's protate, rough pads jerking Kaveh's cock as the blond came with a shout. It was so good, and the heat that flooded him again had saliva dribbling out of the corner of his mouth as his thoughts were consumed with just how good it felt to be fucked until you couldn't think of anything else. A haze settled over them, both of them fighting for breath even as Kaveh was burned from the inside out, heat searing him in ropes that splashed against his insides and filled him up over and over again. There was something comforting about that way AlHaitham made a noise that let Kaveh know he was feeling good, that he still wanted Kaveh, wanted to hold and touch and keep the blond as furry arms encircled his waist and a large muzzle rubbed against him. It almost made Kaveh laugh at how the other was acting. It was kind of cute, if he were honest. The warmth that seeped into him, inside and out, almost lulled him into a sense of comfort and tiredness. Having cum twice in such a short span really did a number on a person. Perhaps if he were younger or had better habits, he'd be able to keep up, or maybe he just needed to not be human, what with the way AlHaitham kept lightly moving his hips, knot constantly tugging at his sensitive rim. He had no idea how AlHaitham was still able to keep going or how he was able to fill Kaveh with so much warmth that he was sure his stomach would be distended if it wasn't already.
AlHaitham's erection hadn't even flagged in the slightest with the way he was panting and whining against Kaveh's skin. A low moan was dragged past his lips as he felt Alhaitham spill inside him for the third time now as they remained locked together. "H-Haitham, I can't—it's too much," Kaveh whined out his breath stolen from his lungs again as the other male continued to rock his hips into Kaveh, tipping him into an even bigger sense of overstimulation; any pleasure he may have felt now started to border on pain even as his cock gave a pathetically weak twitch, embers and sparks of arousal stirring inside his body and searing his nerves like a flame to a candle wick. Kaveh was suddenly gripped in two strong hands, pain and arousal shooting through him as he was twisted around on that knot to face AlHaitham now, who proceeded to nuzzle against Kaveh's cheeks at the tears that pricked the corners of his eyes. Kaveh lifted a hand and softly laid it on top of AlHaitham's head, sighing softly. "What am I going to do with you, Haitham?" For some reason that had AlHaitham's tail wagging in response before he was suddenly lifted, AlHaitham's knot having gone down just enough for it to pop out with a pained hiss escaping from Kaveh at the action, and a flush spreading and blooming along his cheeks as he felt the way his hole tried to close around nothing, gaping and now leaking AlHaitham's cum. "Senior bed." Kaveh blinked for a moment, wondering if that meant that they were at least going to sleep until AlHaitham shoved that cock back inside of him.
He knew he really shouldn't, but he missed how full he felt, how good it felt to be stuffed full. Kaveh suddenly let out a yelp, however, when AlHaitham slung him over his shoulder, a rough paw groping a plush globe of flesh, spreading him even more to watch the way his seed dribbled out of that greedy hole in a steady drip. If it weren't for the fear of Alhaitham hurting Kaveh with these nails, claws, whatever you called them, he would have shoved that cum right back into Kaveh's hole and kept him speared on his fingers until they reached the bedroom. Kaveh's face was even redder now, the position and the fact that he knew AlHaitham was watching the way his cum oozed out of his hole didn't help at all. Kaveh gripped onto the fur to prevent himself from falling, despite the strong arm AlHaitham slung over him to keep him in place. "Den, mate. Breed." AlHaitham huffed out, answering the question he knew was boiling to the surface. "Wh-breed? I'm not going to be your broodmare, Haitham! Not that I can actually get pregnant in the first place, but-" A spank to his ass cut him off as he squealed, embarrassment creeping up once again at the noise. Especially when he heard what he could only assume was a huff of laughter from AlHaitham before he was quickly tossed onto the bed that was devoid of sheets.
Kaveh had nothing to hide himself with; AlHaitham quickly moved to loom over Kaveh's figure. There were already marks forming—strange finger-shaped marks from where he gripped Kaveh's body a bit too hard and slight superficial scratches that were blooming red now—and AlHaitham wanted to make sure that Kaveh carried his mark and that Kaveh would have no question about who his mate was, even if other humans wouldn't know. But AlHaitham would know, and so would anyone else who understood what the mark meant. Kaveh inhaled sharply at the look of hunger on AlHaitham's face, a shudder running through him as he realised how much AlHaitham was a predator at this moment and how much of a prey he, himself, was. It really shouldn't have arousal surging through him again; it really shouldn't have his cock twitching more than before at the thought of being simply devoured by AlHaitham. "Breed, mate." AlHaitham insisted, causing a shudder to run through Kaveh again. "I'm not—I can't-" But Kaveh was unable to finish the sentence, let alone the thought when AlHaitham dipped down and a long tongue licked along his shaft to taste the sweat and release that clung onto it. It had Kaveh gripping onto Alhaitham's head, no sheets for him to grab onto, especially when AlHaitham yanked one of Kaveh's legs up, exposing the rest of him to AlHaitham's gaze once again before Alhaitham took that tongue from his shaft and slid it along his tender rim, dipping inside to drag out the cooling cum from his leaking hole. Kaveh couldn't help the moan that was torn from his throat, unable to stop himself from throwing his head back as his cock continued to stir to life as the agonising pull of overstimulation washed over him as it mingled with the way Alhaitham lapped at him, eating him up as if he were nothing at all. Then, just as soon as it began, AlHaitham pulled away, with Kaveh whimpering at the loss. However, AlHaitham made sure not to waste any more time than he already had, his instincts telling him to fill his mate up one last time as the pull from the moon was at its strongest. Even if he knew that Kaveh was male and, as such, could not bear biological children, his instincts drove him to try and breed Kaveh, to fill him so well that his seed would take and Kaveh would bear his pups.
Not a single warning was given to Kaveh as AlHaitham suddenly positioned himself and thrust back inside that gaping hole in one swift movement, feeling Kaveh's hands scramble for purchase before gripping the fur on his back in a tight grip as he cried out. Despite being stretched and fucked on Alhaitham's knot, Kaveh's hole was still tight around him, eagerly sucking him in and welcoming him into the deepest parts of his body. Perhaps one day he could make use of Kaveh's mouth and relish in the quiet and the way he was certain of the noises that Kaveh would make when AlHaitham fucked his throat. But that was for another time, especially when he had Kaveh clinging onto his, crying out against him as he set a brutal pace, even harsher than when he took Kaveh against the kitchen counter. He could just barely register the way Kaveh's nails managed to slide past the thick fur, his blunt nails digging into the skin and making Alhaitham growl and throw Kaveh's legs over his arms.
The architect now left to grapple onto thick fur-covered arms, head thrown back as he could feel the way the pain mixed with pleasure in a cocktail that left him feeling drunk and lightheaded, unable to think straight, and only able to fixate on the way AlHaitham was fucking his knot in and out and then in again, feeling it grow even bigger than before. One last pop in had Kaveh spilling between them, hitting and splattering against his stomach and chest, nearly hitting his chin in the process. He felt like he blacked out for a second, cock aching as his erection didn't receed as Alhaitham continued to pound away, smashing his prostate and growling against Kaveh's ear, another heady cocktail that had it feeling like he hadn't just cum, that his release wasn't currently scorching his skin—it vaguely had him wondering if AlHaitham's cum would feel just as hot on his skin as it did inside.
Out .
In.
Out.
And then one final push in, AlHaitham's knot finally popped in once more as he spilled himself inside. Kaveh felt another orgasm slam into him, his cock giving a few pitiful splurts before pain suddenly erupted out of nowhere as teeth sank down into his skin, Alhaitham finally laying claim on the one he had desired so much, the one who was his mate. Kaveh's name came out in a stutter around that muzzle that was peeled off of Kaveh's shoulder, teeth dripping with the architect's blood even as said architect slipped under the welcoming haze of unconciousness.
When Kaveh woke again, he woke to sunlight streaming through a window whose curtains had been peeled back. Gods, he hurt so much. His back ached, his muscles throbbed, and there was a spot on his shoulder that burned.
But the one thing that surprised Kaveh most was that he didn't wake up to fur pressed against his cheek, but smooth skin that was warm and devoid of anything that would make him believe that the events of the previous night were real, that AlHaitham really was a werewolf, a supernatural creature of the night. But then he felt a swishing under the blankets by his feet. So when he lifted the sheet that he didn't remember existing on the bed, lo and behold he saw a silvery tail swaying back and forth much like a dog would wag their tail. Kaveh would have laughed if it didn't hurt to do so.
With a huff, Kaveh lay back to snuggle against the warm chest, feeling himself starting to doze off again before he was woken up by the body shifting next to him. "Ah, so you're awake." AlHaitham said as he moved to et a better look at Kaveh, reaching out to brush away messy blond strands of hair away from Kaveh's shoulder, frowning at the bandage that covered his mark. It wasn't the fact that the bandage covered it, it was the fact that he'd given into his baser instincts and had physically harmed the other. "I apologise for my actions last night. There was a reason why I avoided staying here during the full moon; I felt that I couldn't trust myself to not hurt you, even if it wasn't meant to be something that hurt you." Kaveh couldn't think of a reply to that, vague memories of AlHaitham cleaning him and patching him up swirling around in his head. It had Kaveh frowning himself. Sure, Alhaitham could have been gentler, but Kaveh wouldn't say that he suddenly disliked AlHaitham for how he acted. It'd be foolish of him to expect Alhaitham to be in full control during a moment like that. "I may not have been in my right state of mind when I hurt you, but I was aware of what I said. It may not be something you like, but most people who are afflicted with a condition like mine choose a mate, human or not, and tend to stay with them for life, or until one of them perishes. I apologise, however, for forcing myself onto you like that."
Kaveh's frown deepened, his chest ached, and he didn't understand where this was coming from. Sure, it wasn't as if he had told AlHaitham that he had been in love with him for what felt like decades at this point, but he had made sure that they both wanted it before anything happened. But now that the sun had risen and AlHaitham was, well, AlHaitham and not some beastly version of himself, would he really remember what happened, would he act as if nothing happened?
Far too many thoughts and scenarios invaded his mind and he wanted to leave, to slip out of the warm embrace and go back to his room, to pretend that nothing happened so they could just go back to how things were. But there wasn't any way that Kaveh was going to be able to go back to any sense of normalcy. Sex was absolutely ruined for him, and the way Alhaitham almost dragged Kaveh closer had his heart stuttering and aching.
He wanted to argue, he wanted to tall Alhaitham that it was okay, that he didn't hate AlHaitham for what happened. But what could he really say to the other? What exactly could one say to someone like AlHaitham? There was also the fact that, according to AlHaitham, they were bonded for life, bonded until one of them inevitably perished. What reason could Alhaitham have to do something like that?
Kaveh pushed himself away from AlHaitham's chest, moving to sit up in the large bed, unable to meet AlHaitham's gaze. This wasn't how he wanted his first time with AlHaitham to be like. "You didn't force anything on me, okay? I chose to help you, even if you weren't really in your right mind. I'll be sure to be somewhere else the next time the full moon comes so we don't have to have a repeat." His own words cut into him, had him shifting so that he sat on the edge of the bed, unable to see AlHaitham's face. "Like you said, you weren't in your right state of mind, so it's fine. I should go, I have work to do." Alhaitham coudn't find the words to properly tell Kaveh that he didn't regret last night, that it was something he'd desired for so long, that he desired Kaveh no matter what form he, himself, took.
Instincts could only do so much, could really only influence you so much, so he let Kaveh leave the room, unable to stop him from doing so. What could he even tell Kaveh? How could one even broach the topic, especially when it seemed the one you were now mated to regretted it.
AlHaitham sighed, rolled over onto his side, tugging the blankets around him before deciding it was best he just went to sleep instead of waiting for Kaveh to come back. He felt the stab in his chest, however, remembering how Kaveh had quickly left, only leaving the residual warmth from his body in the bed as if it hadn't happened moments earlier.
He wasn't one to sulk or pout, or become upset over something so trivial as a partner leaving, but it was because he loved and adored Kaveh, because he'd thought that they'd finally come to some semblance of an understanding. He thought that Kaveh had truly accepted him, but now he felt like a fool. Not only had he had messed up keeping track of the cycles of the moon, but he'd let himself go, let inhibitions loose without thinking. He let the sexual desire for the blonde cloud his judgement.
It didn't help that Kaveh started to avoid him, staying in his room until he was sure AlHaitham was at work, only to disappear into his room or the study as soon as AlHaitham was home. It wasn't as if he neglected his usual activities, food was left on the table for him, coffee was made, and the house was cleaned, but AlHaitham only ever saw the blonde if he slipped out of his room, shame crossing his features if they ever managed to catch each other's gaze.
It seemed he always found some kind of excuse to not even be in the same place as AlHaitham longer than he needed to be. It hurt, if he was being honest. Again, he had desired Kaveh, had felt more than just that for the other, but the way he felt for the blond went beyond anything he could find words for, and the way Kaveh avoided him left a gnawing void in him.
But despite all that, he was respectful and gave Kaveh the space he needed; he was sure that the blond would come to him when he was ready, it just hurt having to wait.