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Kaveh drummed his fingers on the table and sighed.
“Oh my, what’s gotten you so down, my most valued customer?” Dori inquired, taking a seat opposite the blonde. She pushed up her diamond-shaped glasses and gave her best business smile, sensing an incoming sale.
Kaveh rubbed his temples. “That jerk Alhaitham keeps stealing all the milk! I need that milk in my coffee but that scribe keeps taking it for himself to use in his cooking or whatever, leaving me with just a few measly drops of milk and my coffee not tasting as creamy as it should be. It’s been affecting me so much, Dori! I can’t do my work properly without it…”
The blonde whines before dramatically slumping over the table. Inwardly, Dori thought to herself that he could just buy another bottle of milk for himself, but what kind of businesswoman would she be if she passed up such a big opportunity to make a sale?
“Well then, my dear customer, I have the perfect solution for you!” With that, she pulled out a vial containing a small amount of white fluid. Kaveh looked up at her expectantly, awaiting an explanation.
“This potion here is the newest creation of my most trusted researcher. In fact, he just passed this to me yesterday so you, Mr Kaveh, are extremely lucky to be seeing this first!” The architect’s eyes shone and Dori knew she just had to push a bit more to get him to fall.
“He told me that just by drinking this concoction, you will be able to get fresh milk every day at any time! Now, you might be wondering how it works, right? Truth be told, I’m not too sure myself! The researcher said that everyone reacts to the potion a little differently so finding out what happens is part of the process. You can get what you want with a little bit of added fun, what do you say?”
Kaveh was practically staring at her with his eyes sparkling and his mouth slightly agape as if she had just told him the secrets of this world. It took him a few seconds to recover from his state of awe and he suddenly jumped up, holding Dori’s hands and shaking them enthusiastically. “I’ll buy it!”
He took out his half-filled bag of mora, blinking a few times at it before sheepishly asking her for the price. Dori patted him on the back, saying that whatever was in the bag will be enough. Kaveh smiled brightly at her, leaving their meeting place with the vial stored carefully in his clothes and not a single piece of mora in his pockets.
-
The next morning, Kaveh stared at the vial in one hand and held a steaming mug of coffee in the other. Dori had advised him that the fluid in the vial was more effective when added to whatever the milk was going to be used for. Finally deciding to do it, he put the mug on the kitchen counter and uncapped the vial, emptying the contents quickly. The coffee turned brown for a while before reverting to its black colour. Kaveh blinked, wondering if it worked. He heard the door to Alhaitham’s room open and scowled. Still needing to work up some courage to drink the coffee, Kaveh decided to dispose of the vial before his annoying roommate could ask him about it. As the blonde left his mug of coffee unattended, Alhaitham walked up to the counter and intended to pour himself a cup of coffee to start his day. He saw Kaveh’s mug on the counter and took a closer look.
It looked like he hadn’t added any milk to it yet. In other words, a perfectly good cup of black coffee in the scribe’s eyes. Alhaitham weighed the consequences of his actions and decided to drink it. He was in a bit of a rush to get to the Akademiya today and he saw it as a win if he could annoy his roommate in the process. As Alhaitham was finishing off the last drops of the coffee, Kaveh returned and stared in horror at the scene in front of him. The scribe licked his lips as he returned the mug to the counter and looked at Kaveh triumphantly. Kaveh didn’t know if he wanted to punch him in the face or pass out from shock.
“Y-You-!!” Alhaitham raised a delicate brow and waited a few seconds for Kaveh to continue his sentence. When he just continued staring at him in frustration and hopelessness, Alhaitham shrugged and made his way to the front door, he had much work to do today. It was just a mug of coffee, how bad could it be for Kaveh to react in such a way? He shook his head and rolled his eyes, thinking his roommate was just being overly dramatic again.
Back in their shared home, Kaveh collapsed onto his knees when the front door clicked shut. All that hard-earned mora… down the drain. He was ready to cry himself to sleep. And so, without the energy to even pour himself another mug of coffee, Kaveh crawled towards the couch and lay down on it, staring into space. He couldn’t even tell his shitty roommate about what he bought or he would be in for another lecture that he really didn’t have the brain capacity to handle. He shut his eyes, feeling a stray tear slide down his cheek.
-
At work, Alhaitham was feeling… off. It started with a slight discomfort in his chest. He chose to dismiss it, focusing on the urgent documents that needed his attention. About an hour later, the discomfort turned into an itch. Rubbing at his chest yielded no results and instead made the itch spread further. Groaning, Alhaitham tried not to let it distract him from his work. Another two hours later, the fabric of his skin-tight top was rubbing uncomfortably against his skin. Alhaitham had half a mind to rip it off and throw it into the trash. With every breath he took, his chest pushed and rubbed into the fabric, driving the scribe insane. Still, he shook his head and pressed on, checking document after document.
It was until another hour had passed that Alhaitham finally broke, his focus completely and utterly shattered. His chest had begun feeling sore and just touching it made him flinch in sensitivity.
“Just what is going on?” He wondered if it was just his imagination that his pectorals appeared to be bigger than before. They also seemed to be heavier, as Alhaitham stood up and felt his balance being thrown off. Frowning in confusion, he packed up the papers on his desk and decided to head home for the day to rest. He had finished most of his work after all.
As the scribe walked on the path home, he shuddered, feeling the weight of his chest shift with each step he took. Embarrassment washed over him for being so affected by such a small thing. He crossed his arms under his chest to support it as discreetly as possible and picked up the pace, not wanting anyone to notice his frazzled state.
-
Alhaitham heaved a sigh of relief as he finally stepped through the entrance of his home. The walk seemed so much longer when he was acutely aware of every movement of his chest. He saw Kaveh sit up from the couch with a jerk upon hearing his arrival. The blonde gave him such an intense glare that Alhaitham paused in his hurried steps towards his bedroom.
Choosing to ignore him, Alhaitham continued to take long strides towards his room. The last person he wanted to know about his condition was his annoying roommate. Unfortunately for the scribe, the fuming Kaveh was faster on his feet and rushed to block the entrance to his room. Unable to stop their momentum, the pair collided, their chests crashing against each other. Alhaitham moaned softly, the sudden touch on his sensitive chest sending a wave of pleasure through him. He froze immediately afterwards, hyperaware of the silence in the house. Kaveh was staring at him with his mouth wide open, not expecting the stoic man to make such a noise all of a sudden. Alhaitham could feel his cheeks steadily heating up and tried to push past Kaveh to hide in the privacy of his room.
“Wait.” Kaveh put a hand on the scribe’s chest to stop him and Alhaitham had to bite down on his lower lip to stop another embarrassing noise from escaping. He felt Kaveh move his hand around and wanted so desperately to shout at him to stop but he couldn’t, his lower lip trembled as he bit down with even more force.
“...Why is it wet?” Kaveh asked in a hushed tone, all the anger from before fizzling out and replaced by curiosity. Alhaitham grabbed his wrist, stopping him from exploring further. Now that Kaveh had pointed it out, the scribe felt the dampness of his shirt and shivered as Kaveh exhaled onto his chest, making his nipples perk.
“S-Stop it. I’m not in the mood to bicker right now.” Alhaitham pushed his sentence out through gritted teeth. Kaveh blinked at him before smirking.
“Clearly. I can see that you’re in the mood for something else.” Easily freeing his hands from Alhaitham’s loosening grip, Kaveh pulled the scribe into the bedroom that he was so eager to enter earlier and pushed the shocked man against the door, slamming it shut. There was no doubt that Alhaitham was aroused, the slight tent in his pants was a huge giveaway and Kaveh leaned in closer.
“Why don’t you remove your shirt so we can find out what’s going on underneath?” The blonde pressed their crotches together and Alhaitham hissed, red colouring his cheeks.
“Fine.” Alhaitham pushed Kaveh away and strode over to his bed with his back turned towards his roommate and peeled the damp shirt off his body. Meanwhile, Kaveh also removed his top layers and sat on the bed. Alhaitham felt strangely exposed when he turned around and faced Kaveh, even though they had seen each other naked many times before. The architect pulled him onto the bed with him and propped him up against some pillows before slotting himself between Alhaitham’s legs and reaching his hands out to grasp at the larger-than-usual mounds in front of him. (He would know. After all, he’s touched them so many times before.)
As Kaveh pushed and pressed his fingers around the muscles, Alhaitham raised an arm to his mouth, trying not to embarrass himself any further. When Kaveh’s rough fingers brushed against his nipples, Alhaitham couldn’t help but jerk upwards in sensitivity. Kaveh’s red eyes stared at him intensely. The blonde lowered his head towards a nipple. Darting his tongue out to lick it, Kaveh discovered that there was a… taste. Alhaitham had his eyes squeezed shut, reigning in any involuntary movements.
Deciding to try something, Kaveh opened his mouth and latched it over the nipple, sucking and licking it. He had done this many times before but Alhaitham was never as receptive as he was now. The scribe’s eyes burst open and he whimpered, one of his hands moving to rest on the back of Kaveh’s head as if urging him to continue. So Kaveh sucked even harder and was pleasantly surprised by the taste that hit his tongue. A creamy and slightly sweet liquid flooded his mouth and the architect couldn’t help himself when he continued sucking, gulping down mouthful after mouthful of that addicting taste.
Alhaitham found it increasingly harder to keep quiet when a foreign pressure was suddenly released from the nipple Kaveh was sucking on. The scribe let out an embarrassingly loud moan, involuntarily pushing his chest further into the architect’s mouth and throwing his head back. Much to his annoyance, he couldn’t bring himself to push Kaveh away. It just felt too good to have the pressure relieved from his poor chest that had been suffering for so long.
After a few moments, Kaveh detached himself from Alhaitham’s chest when he felt the flow of liquid beginning to slow. He licked his lips and looked down, watching as a white liquid flowed down the curve of the scribe’s chest. Kaveh’s mind whirred as he processed what he was seeing. Alhaitham was panting, arousal flooding his system from the stimulation. Propping himself higher on the pillows, Alhaitham looked down at his chest as well and promptly stopped functioning.
“It's milk… how…” Kaveh blurted out what they were both thinking, reaching out to touch the liquid in disbelief. Alhaitham groaned at the simple touch before clamping his mouth tightly shut again.
“It's impossible for me to be lactating.” The scribe remarked, still in disbelief and unable to accept the fact that his body was now suddenly capable of producing milk. Kaveh glanced at his wavering irises and pressed his milk-stained fingers on Alhaitham’s lips.
“Try it for yourself.” As much as Alhaitham hated the idea, his curiosity ultimately won him over and he opened his mouth to suck at Kaveh’s fingers. It tasted more pleasant than he had imagined and he blushed when his mind finally registered that he really was the one producing the milk.
Without giving him more time to mull it over, the other half of his chest was flaring up with soreness after being neglected for so long. Alhaitham hissed, tears gathering in his eyes at the borderline pain. His roommate noticed the sudden shift in mood and rushed to ask what was wrong. Alhaitham cupped his sore breast and winced. Kaveh immediately understood and leaned down, taking the nipple into his mouth, and sucking gently to coax the milk out. Alhaitham didn’t bother resisting this time, moaning as Kaveh’s expert tongue did wonders to soothe the pressure in his chest.
“Hnn! Kaveh…” Alhaitham couldn’t help but sigh in relief, tangling his hand into his senior’s soft hair to encourage him to keep going. The current state of events was unbelievable and embarrassing but Alhaitham quickly found that pleasure was easily overriding his coherent thoughts. Every suck on his chest sent tingles down his spine and he bucked his hips into the air, his cock straining in his pants.
The sudden movement made Kaveh look up at his roommate’s blushing face. He unlatched his mouth from Alhaitham’s nipple, taking a moment to admire how red it became thanks to him, before moving his gaze downwards to look at the painful tent in the other’s pants. Undoing the buckle out of sympathy, Kaveh helped Alhaitham out of his pants, earning him a grateful moan.
“Wow, you’re already leaking this much?” Kaveh palmed at Alhaitham’s erection through his underwear.
“Tch. S-Shut up.” Alhaitham turned his face away and squeezed his eyes shut. At that, Kaveh yanked his underwear off to fully expose his red and leaking cock. The scribe gasped and turned back around to give the blonde the deadliest glare he could muster. Kaveh just thought he looked cute, especially with a lovely shade of pink dusted across his cheeks. He much preferred Alhaitham like this, looking very much out of his element, face flushed and embarrassed.
Chuckling to himself, Kaveh removed his pants as quickly as he could and reached over to the bedside drawer for the bottle of oil that he knew would be there. Pouring out a generous amount onto his hands, he coated his fingers thoroughly and pressed one digit on the rim of the scribe’s anus. Alhaitham jerked violently at the foreign sensation, causing his chest to jiggle and squirt out some milk. He quickly calmed down and nodded when Kaveh shot him a concerned look.
“I’m fine. Just… surprised.” He wasn’t going to admit that it was because his body seemed to be ten times more sensitive than usual. Kaveh’s piercing red eyes lingered on Alhaitham’s face for a few more seconds before he nodded and returned to his task.
Gently pushing one finger in, Kaveh continued watching Alhaitham for any signs of discomfort. The scribe’s lower lip was swollen and bruised from all the self-inflicted biting he was doing. Now that won’t do. Kaveh leaned up and pressed his lips over the other’s, coaxing Alhaitham to relax his jaw and open his mouth. Kaveh licked at the bruised lip, the metallic tang of blood lingering on his tongue and he frowned disapprovingly. Alhaitham closed his eyes, avoiding the pointed gaze. The blonde pushed his tongue in deeper, intensifying their kiss.
While the scribe was distracted, Kaveh pushed a second finger into the tight heat of his ass. Kaveh was not expecting Alhaitham to pull away from the kiss and let out a high-pitched mewl. He was also not expecting the intense wave of arousal that sent more blood flowing straight to his dick. Upon realising what he had done, Alhaitham wanted to bury himself in a hole and die. Meanwhile, Kaveh had resolved to make the usually stoic man let out more of those cute noises and started making a scissoring motion with his fingers, stretching out Alhaitham’s tight passage. He was going to take the most advantage out of the scribe’s unusual receptiveness.
“Ugh-Ah! Kav-Kaveh!!” Alhaitham gripped onto the blonde’s shoulders as if his life depended on it, carving red crescents into Kaveh’s pale skin.
“Ah, relax! You’re clenching so hard around my fingers!” Kaveh winced, bringing his other hand up to rub soothing circles into Alhaitham’s thigh. It took a while but the scribe finally relaxed his shoulders and unclenched his muscles, enough to allow Kaveh to insert one more finger.
He put the third finger in as slowly as he could, pressing kisses and sucking on the skin all over Alhaitham’s milk-stained chest as well as his neck in an attempt to distract him. Alhaitham moaned, his body twitching upwards, the stimulation too much for him to bear. He was teetering on the edge of orgasm and found himself subconsciously moving his hips to seek more friction from the fingers in his ass. Kaveh, interested in what he was trying to do, decided to sit back and observe.
It didn’t take long for Alhaitham to angle his hips such that those fingers brushed against his prostate. His eyes widened and his back arched as he came with a breathless moan. The scribe’s body trembled with the intensity of the orgasm, making his large chest shake with the force. Kaveh burned the scene in front of him into his memory and licked his lips, feeling his cock get impossibly harder. Unable to wait any longer, the blonde pulled his fingers out abruptly, making Alhaitham groan, his eyebrows narrowed in displeasure.
That look dissolved almost immediately when he felt Kaveh press his dick against his fluttering entrance. Kaveh eased the tip in easily and began pushing the rest of his length into Alhaitham, groaning as the younger continuously squeezed his cock. The architect lifted Alhaitham’s legs to rest on his shoulders, delighting in the way the dumb scribe’s face melted into pleasure when Kaveh’s cock managed to go even deeper. Sighing when his hips pressed flush against Alhaitham’s ass, Kaveh paused for a moment to appreciate the beauty before him while Alhaitham got used to his size. It was unusual seeing him so dishevelled, his hair splayed out messily on the pillow with grey strands sticking onto his forehead due to the sweat. Kaveh kindly brushed those away from his face and received a pleased sigh. Moving his red eyes slightly downwards, Kaveh couldn’t resist groping Alhaitham’s chest when he saw beads of milk sliding down those soft mounds.
Alhaitham shuddered, his red nipples leaking with what little bit of milk was left. Inwardly, the scribe rejoiced, believing that his chest would be back to normal the next day since all the discomfort he had felt before had vanished. Before he could dwell too much on that thought, Kaveh’s calloused fingers traced a line down his abs towards his already hardening cock. Giving it a few pumps to raise it back to full hardness, Kaveh smirked as he watched the other groan behind gritted teeth.
Removing his hand from Alhaitham’s cock, he gripped the other’s hips instead and pulled his cock out almost all the way before thrusting in suddenly. Alhaitham inhaled sharply, before using an arm to cover his face. Displeased that he was still trying to hide, Kaveh growled.
“Hmph, I guess I’ll just have to force you to move your arm away.” With that, Kaveh started thrusting in and out of Alhaitham at a rapid and powerful speed, making his body jerk about with every thrust. At each pull and push, his balance was being thrown off, especially with the additional weight of his chest.
Alhaitham’s body reacted before his mind could catch up. He wrapped his arms firmly around Kaveh’s back and pulled him close, resting his head into the crook of the blonde’s neck. Soon enough, he felt Kaveh’s body shake with laughter. Alhaitham blushed and attempted to push his annoying senior away but the rough thrusting continued and he had no choice but to continue holding on for dear life. He could already foresee Kaveh teasing him about it for the rest of the week. His coherent thoughts didn’t last long as Kaveh bent his legs further and leaned down, pressing their chests together and making the architect’s cock reach even deeper than before. Alhaitham was quickly reduced to a moaning mess.
“Kaveh, slow down! Ah~hn!” Kaveh ignored his cries and continued to pound deeper and harder into him. Alhaitham felt tears gather in his eyes against his will. The thrusting deep in his ass and the continuous rubbing of Kaveh’s chest against his own was sending endless waves of pleasure rippling through every inch of his body. He was rapidly approaching his peak again and felt hot tears streaming down the edge of his eyes as cum splattered between the pair’s abdomens.
Kaveh came not long after as Alhaitham’s walls squeezed his cock relentlessly, moaning loudly and gripping his roommate’s hips tightly as an intense orgasm washed over him. Thick cum flooded Alhaitham’s insides and made him whine as his abdomen began to feel bloated. Kaveh turned into mush afterwards, losing the energy to keep himself upright and falling straight into Alhaitham’s comfortable chest, too tired to even pull his cock out.
“Sorry, I was quite rough on you today. Couldn’t really help myself. Are you alright?” Kaveh mumbled with his cheek pressed against a soft breast, trying to catch his breath.
“Mmh. I’m fine.” Alhaitham, similarly exhausted, found himself struggling to keep his eyes open. He felt Kaveh’s fingers rubbing against his scalp. The action was lulling him to sleep too quickly for his liking.
“Sleep. I’ll clean us up later.” With that, Alhaitham finally let sleep consume him.
-
The next morning, Kaveh awoke earlier than Alhaitham, spending a few moments admiring his relaxed sleeping face before looking around the room and grimacing at the mess they made during their intense sex last night. Feeling refreshed, he resolved to get up and clean up the filth.
It took a while but the room finally looked like how it used to and Alhaitham was presentable enough now that the dried fluids have been cleaned off his body. Kaveh put his hands on his hips and smiled to himself. Truly a job well done. As he was about to turn around and leave, he saw Alhaitham shiver slightly and furrowed his eyebrows. Kaveh grabbed his clean white shirt and carefully helped Alhaitham into it without waking him. The shivering stopped and Kaveh couldn't help the soft smile that spread across his lips. Giving his junior a pat on his head, the architect decided that he should get ready for the day.
After getting dressed in a fresh set of his usual outfit, Kaveh made his way to the kitchen to brew some coffee for the two of them. He hummed while pouring a cup of steaming hot coffee for himself and reached for a bottle of milk. Only there wasn’t any milk. The blonde paused. Right. He didn’t have any money left because he bought that weird concoction from Dori and Alhaitham drank it. What now?
As Kaveh was having internal turmoil, Alhaitham had just woken up.
Blinking his eyes, the scribe yawned, dispersing the remaining drowsiness. As he sat up and stretched out his arms, Alhaitham’s mind alerted him to a more pressing matter. Other than the expected soreness in his lower back, his chest was also sore. But this time, the soreness seemed to be even worse than the previous day. Alhaitham groaned and looked down, pulling the fabric of Kaveh’s shirt apart to assess the situation. As he thought, his chest was all swollen and leaking again.
Despite the protests from his muscles, the scribe stood on shaky legs and made his way over to a cabinet to grab a towel and attempted to stop the flow of milk. But there was simply too much milk for him to handle alone and the small towel soon got soaked through.
He had no choice but to look for Kaveh. After taking a few large strides toward the door, Alhaitham couldn’t stop the pained whine that escaped his throat. The soreness was aggravated with each step he took that shook his chest. The pain and the fullness of his chest made him stumble around for a bit, trying to find his balance with his hands supporting the underside of his breasts.
“Kaveh…” Alhaitham finally managed to find the blonde, making him turn around. Kaveh gawked at Alhaitham’s dishevelled appearance. It was an extremely erotic sight. His junior’s hair was fluffy and sticking up in random places from having just rolled out of bed and… his white shirt was slipping off one of Alhaitham’s shoulders. Kaveh moved his eyes lower and felt his breath stutter. The white fabric of his shirt had turned slightly translucent around Alhaitham’s chest area, showing off his pink nipples. Glancing further down, he realised Alhaitham wasn’t wearing any underwear and the white blouse was barely enough to cover his privates. Kaveh would be lying if he said the sight wasn’t doing things to him.
The junior glared at him with a blush high on his cheeks when he realised Kaveh was staring.
“Do something about this.” The architect snapped out of his daze and coughed, embarrassment welling within him.
“Do something about… what?” Kaveh laughed nervously as his eyes met Alahitham’s deadly glare. The scribe huffed and rolled his eyes before pulling the fabric of the white blouse apart to show Kaveh what he meant. The other male gaped as he saw rivulets of milk flowing down Alhaitham’s swollen chest. The amount was much more than what he saw the previous day. Kaveh put his fingers on his chin. There was no way they could just stand there with Kaveh sucking on Alhaitham’s chest the whole time, he wouldn’t even know how long that would take. And simply squeezing all that… tasty milk down the drain would be such a waste. A waste… Kaveh glimpsed at the coffee mug that he hadn’t touched.
He needed milk in his coffee. Alhaitham wanted the milk in his chest gone. He blinked as he came up with the perfect solution. Moving behind Alhaitham, Kaveh pushed his roommate to stand in front of his mug.
“Bend down.”
“What are you trying to do?” The scribe raised an eyebrow but bent down nonetheless.
“You’ll see.” Kaveh reached his arms around the other male and massaged his sore breasts. Alhaitham moaned as the pain was slowly alleviated, pushing his chest out further into Kaveh’s hands. Then, Kaveh started squeezing.
The scribe inhaled sharply as milk squirted out in streams from his nipples. He vaguely registered that the liquid splashed all over the countertop and probably into Kaveh’s cup. He shut his eyes in pleasure as the milk continued to flow, easing the heaviness in his chest. Arousal pooled in Alhaitham’s abdomen as Kaveh’s expert fingers pulled and squeezed his reddening buds.
Several moments passed where the only noises that could be heard from the kitchen were Alhaitham’s needy moans and liquid being splashed onto a surface. Kaveh hummed in anticipation as the stream of milk slowed into a trickle and Alhaitham visibly relaxed. Taking in a shaky breath, the scribe braced his muscular arms on the countertop to stabilise his knees which were wobbling from pleasure.
Kaveh snaked an arm around Alhaitham’s waist to steady him while the other hand reached over to grab the mug from the mess they made on the countertop. Alhaitham observed him intently as he swirled the mug and mixed the contents before taking a tentative sip. Kaveh’s eyes widened. He took a bigger gulp.
“This might the best coffee I’ve ever had,” Kaveh remarked in a rush before raising the mug to his lips and finishing off the coffee in record time. Alhaitham felt heat rising up his neck and rapidly looked away. He could not fathom why he felt joy out of all things at that moment.
But there was still one problem. Alhaitham turned around to face his senior, arousal fully evident from the way his cock was lifting the edge of the blouse. Kaveh licked his lips, tasting the remnants of milk and coffee before smirking.
“You want me to do something about that too?” Alhaitham nodded.
“You were responsible for this.” He said, much softer than usual.
“I suppose I was.” Kaveh pulled Alhaitham’s waist closer and pressed his lips forcefully against the scribe’s soft ones. Alhaitham moaned and reciprocated the kiss, grinding his cock against Kaveh’s clothed crotch.
The blonde chuckled. “Well look who’s eager today. I suppose I’ll head out later than usual.”
Even as they made it to Alhaitham’s bed in a tangle of limbs, Kaveh couldn’t help the nagging feeling that he was forgetting something important. But when Alhaitham looked at him with half-lidded eyes clouded with lust, he found himself pushing those thoughts to the back of his head.
‘They can wait. I have something more important to do now.’
-
Omake
It took Kaveh an embarrassingly long time to figure out just what that nagging feeling was. He was laying on the couch next to Alhaitham after their new daily morning routine of milking and sex when he suddenly sat up and looked the scribe straight in the eye.
“What?” A slightly startled Alhaitham asked.
“I think I know what caused you to lactate. Please hear me out before you decide to kill me.” Kaveh smiles shakily.
Alhaitham quirked an eyebrow at his roommate. “Explain.”
“So… I bought this weird potion from Dori. Don't give me that look! It was the newest creation of her most trusted researcher, okay? I was also preoccupied with thinking about the potential money I could save. It was supposed to allow me to ‘get fresh milk every day at any time’ because you kept using the bottles of milk that I bought for my coffee in your cooking.” Kaveh pouted, crossing his arms before continuing.
“I’d added a few drops of that potion into my coffee because Dori told me it would be more effective that way, but you drank it! So… I guess we’re both responsible for your sudden ability to lactate now.” Kaveh sighed, his arms dropping heavily to his sides.
Alhaitham stared at his roommate, processing the information. As much as he’d like to think that this was all a huge joke, Kaveh’s story was rather believable and he looked too serious to be joking. The scribe sighed as well.
“Is there a cure?”
“As far as I know, no. I could try to contact Dori again to ask but the chances of her pretending that she never sold me such an item is very high.” Kaveh paused and looked away before hesitantly opening his mouth to speak again.
“And besides, I still need milk in my coffee to start my day. This arrangement saves me some money and it's mutually beneficial. I mean… you enjoy it too, don't you?” Alhaitham scowled at him with a light blush on his face. Kaveh retreated to the other end of the couch and shielded himself with his arms.
A beat of silence passed before Alhaitham huffed. “Insufferable. You’re doing the dishes for this week.”
Kaveh widened his eyes and lowered his arms, silently thanking the Dendro Archon for Alhaitham’s leniency. He giggled and leaped towards Alhaitham, hugging him tightly and squishing his face into his still-sensitive chest. Alhaitham hissed and tried to push his annoying roommate’s face away. He gave up after a while, choosing to play with Kaveh’s soft hair instead.
He wouldn’t admit it out loud but Alhaitham truly didn’t mind this arrangement one bit.