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Cyno had made a terrible mistake.

A terrible, horrible, no-good mistake that would cost him both his dignity and his sanity.

He had only wanted to let off some steam! The one time he decided to indulge himself and it–!

Knock knock knock.

“Cyno? Are you in there?” a voice called.

Cyno’s heart came to a freezing stop. He would recognize that voice anywhere. What the hell was Al Haitham doing outside of his private room at the Akademiya?!

Cyno pressed his hand over his mouth, trying desperately to muffle himself as he heard Al Haitham shuffle. His presence was persistent, as if he had no plans to move.

But Cyno needed him to leave because he–!

“Cyno. I know you’re in there. Just let me in.”

Cyno uncovered his mouth just long enough to pant out, “Ngh–! Haaa–” He gritted his teeth, “G-go away!”

Haitham was silent for a moment. “Cyno…? Are you alright?”

“Fuck.” Cyno swore beneath his breath, “F– Yes, just–”

Suddenly the vibrations kicked up, the stupid toy on a preset timer, rattling up against his most sensitive spot and he–

“FUCK.” he cried out, shoving his face into the covers, praying he could muffle the way moans poured from his mouth, one after the other, so desperate, so unfiltered. These noises were being forced out of him against his will, and his panic had left him so vulnerable that he couldn't stop them even if he wanted to. The vibrator was stuck inside of him, the clasp having broken, and it was slowly inching itself further and further inside of him, way past where his fingers could reach.

The vibrations finally simmered down again, buzzing at a slow, constant rumble.

He would have to go to the hospital. He couldn’t take this.

But he couldn’t leave! Not like this!

How incriminating would it be for anyone else to find out what he’d been trying to do?!

This was incredibly unlike Cyno – so unlike the General Mahamatra. He wasn’t sure what had come over him, but he should’ve known not to trust something sold to him by a nameless traveler.

The feeling was so powerful, so prevalent. His eyes rolled closed, hips starting to grind. It felt so painfully good. He’d been so close to cumming when the clasp broke. It was still hooked around his finger, and he thumbed at it, aching with the need to press the vibrator up against that sweet spot inside of him again and–

Thump thump!

“Cyno?” Al Haitham’s voice rang out again. “Are you in pain?”

“Haitham…” Cyno shuddered, hating that it was Al Haitham’s voice he had to hear right now. “Go. Away.” He’d almost forgotten he was there.

Why did it have to be Al Haitham? Why?

Al Haitham was the last person he needed to hear right now!

That annoying smooth voice, coming from an annoyingly handsome face, from a man whose presence itself annoyed Cyno to his core…

“Tell me what’s wrong.” Al Haitham challenged, his voice laced with genuine concern. “If you’re in pain, tell me. I can help you.”

“No!” Cyno shouted, cursing the way his shaft started rubbing up against his sheets every time Al Haitham spoke, body with a mind of its own, “P-please… Just go.”

Haitham was quiet for a moment before Cyno heard the rattle of his doorknob.

“I’m going to ask for a key.”

“No!” Cyno gasped out, “No. Why do you even care?!”

“Why do I care?” Al Haitham asked, incredulous. “Because you don’t know how to accept help when you need it. I’m not leaving here and finding out you died later because you were too stubborn to accept my help, Mahamatra. Stop being so unreasonable.”

“I’m not! I’m not–” he choked, the vibrations kicking up again, “Ff-fuck. Fuck.” he croaked, hand shooting down between his thighs, clasping his hand over the head, trying not to cum here and now, “Haitham…”

“I’ll be back.”

“No!” Cyno shouted. The vibrations steadied again and he groaned, forcing himself upward, hazy-eyed and unsteady, tumbling off of the bed. He clambered to his feet and slinked towards the door, unlocking it with a shaky hand. He pulled it open in defeat. “Fine.” he sighed.

Cyno didn’t want Al Haitham to see him like this – or anyone for that matter – but he’d much prefer the incident remained isolated than for Al Haitham to run off and alert someone else that he needed any sort of help right now. Al Haitham was his only hope.

Cyno figured if all else failed, a few threats to Al Haitham’s life would keep him more than quiet.

He just needed this thing out of him.

Haitham hadn’t said a word.

Cyno hesitantly met Haitham’s gaze, Haitham staring back wide-eyed, a light red inking beneath his cheeks as he took in Cyno’s naked frame.

Haitham audibly swallowed, struggling to tear his eyes away, “W-why are you…?”

“Come in.” Cyno grumbled, opening the door just wide enough for Al Haitham to step inside.

Silence.

“What? Are you just going to stand there and stare?!” Cyno growled. When Haitham remained still, lips parted and blush deepening, Cyno grabbed him by the wrist, yanking him inside.

Cyno became embarrassingly aware of the fact he was dripping wet. He could feel the sticky arousal cold against his skin as he held Haitham tightly by the wrist, afraid he’d topple over on his own two feet.

The silence between them was deafening.

But then the vibrations kicked up again.

“H-haaah!” Cyno moaned, falling into Haitham, clutching onto him for support. His legs trembled, body going slack, the vibrations only worsening. “Shit! Sh-shit. Please. Please. Help me.” he begged, face pressed against Haitham’s stomach, needily nuzzling his face into it as he writhed, “Help, Haitham!”

“W-with what…?” Haitham asked, an extra layer of rasp to his voice. He kept it even, but it was evident that he was trying to hide his shock.

Cyno scowled, “It’s stuck. Take it out.”

“What’s stuck…?” Al Haitham asked. But after a moment of silence… the answer became clear to him. He could hear the buzzing. “Shit, Cyno.” he groaned, eyelids growing heavy. “Why me…?”

“You’re…” Cyno choked, a gasp as he fell to his knees, “Help…”

“Fuck.” Haitham practically growled, taking Cyno by the arm and helping him to his feet, guiding him over to the bed.

Cyno sat down, but the pressure inside of him instantly made him whine, rolling onto his stomach and arching his back to keep quiet. He gripped at the sheets, eyes heavy, biting down hard on his bottom lip. “Stuck.” he repeated, “I-Inside…”

“Yes.” Al Haitham said, his arms crossed tightly, staring at the wall beside them, “I figured that out.”

“So then help me!”

“This is something you should see a doctor about, not me.” Al Haitham said, a sharpness to his tone.

“No…” Cyno trailed off, heat spreading through his body, “It’s too late for that. I’m not going to them after letting you see me like this. It’s your fault for involving yourself anyway! Me? Dying?! Seriously, Al Haitham?! Do you really think I’d die in my fucking–” he gasped, the vibrations crescendoing once again. He tried his best to contain himself, but he let out the most vulnerable whimpers he’d ever heard himself make… While Al Haitham stood there and watched.

Haitham tried to keep still, to remain emotionless. But Cyno could sense the way his body twitched, responding favorably to the way Cyno whined.

This was torture.

“You have long fingers, Al Haitham.” Cyno assured, the vibrations dying down, “Just pull it out of me. Please.”

“Pull it–” Al Haitham flustered, eyebrows furrowing, “You realize that requires me to touch you, right?”

“Not if you do it right.” Cyno said, eyes darkening. “You’re good with precision. Be precise.”

“There’s no way to be precise about something like that, Cyno. I can see your ass from here, I’m going to have to spread–” His words ran short, like his brain had finally internalized what was happening. “Cyno…” he growled again, this one deep in his chest.

Cyno knew what was happening, knew what this was doing to Al Haitham… What pushing this barrier would do to him.

But he didn’t care.

Part of him wanted it.

To tear this barrier down. Let Haitham touch him for real.

As much as he fought it, he thought Al Haitham was far too attractive for his own good. He’d just never admit it to him.

“Why did you come here, anyway?” Cyno snapped, taking advantage of the downtime between vibrations.

“I wanted to ask you something.” Al Haitham said.

“Ask me what?”

Haitham thought for a moment. “I don’t know. It’s… hard to think right now.”

“Archons, Al Haitham. Get a hold of yourself.”

“Tch.” Haitham scoffed, averting his gaze, “Aren’t you embarrassed, Mahamatra? I can see everything there is to know about you.”

“Oh, really?” Cyno asked, raising his trembling hand, “Can you see this, asshole?” he asked, flipping Haitham the middle finger.

Haitham rolled his eyes, “How mature.”

“Says the one who can’t even help me despite being the one who said he wanted to help!” Cyno huffed. “You told me you wanted to help.” he insisted, frustration in his tone, “But now that I’m naked, you can’t?!”

“You’re asking me to do something very serious, Cyno. Excuse me for not wanting to do anything to you that you’ll regret later.”

“I won’t regret it.” Cyno said, faster than he intended.

Al Haitham’s blush spread to his ears now, his arms slowly coming unfolded. “Fine.” he said softly, “I’ll help you.”

“Thank–” Cyno whined, the vibrations coming in rapid pulses now, “H-hurry…”

Haitham hesitantly closed the distance between them. Cyno could feel the bed dip as he sat down.

He started out next to Cyno. But it quickly became apparent that he needed to be behind Cyno to see.

“Just. Do whatever you have to.” Cyno snapped, bracing himself as the bed dipped even further, Haitham sitting behind Cyno and taking Cyno by the hips, tugging him backward, onto his lap.

Cyno could feel his shaft rub up against some part of Al Haitham. The heat of their thighs pressed together, and he buried his face in the covers, biting down on his fist as hard as he could to make sure that when Haitham pressed his fingers inside of him, he wouldn’t make a sound.

This was way more intimate than he envisioned. Haitham was silent. Unmoving. Just sitting there with Cyno on his lap.

“Hurry!” Cyno barked… or at least he meant to, but it came out a whine. This was the worst thing to ever happen to him.

“Y-yeah…” Haitham said, clearing his throat. He rested one warm hand on the back of Cyno’s thigh, nearly swallowing it whole, and the other reached for the lube laying on its side on Cyno’s bed. It was almost empty. “Wow, Cyno. How often do you do this?”

Cyno blushed, freehand gripping the covers, “Are you really asking me that…?”

Haitham stiffened, realization setting in. “S-sorry.”

There was the click of a cap opening, and then the sound of the liquid turning in its container as Al Haitham poured it over his fingers. Cyno could feel some of it drip onto his thighs, Haitham letting out a low sigh as he slotted his wet fingers between Cyno’s asscheeks, pressing them against his entrance.

Time seemed to slow as the vibrations kicked up again, Haitham taking his time, sliding his fingers in frustratingly slowly. It was clear that Haitham was trying to be careful.

But Cyno didn't need careful – he needed fast! He needed Haitham to do this so quickly that he felt nothing, had no time to get used to Haitham's touch, submit himself to it, crave its presence when it inevitably left. He wanted to avoid these feelings at all costs.

But just from one little touch – just from feeling Al Haitham’s long, much larger fingers ease inside of him – Cyno throbbed.

Haitham pushed them all the way up to his knuckles, brushing up against the vibrator, accidentally pushing it deeper. His fingers grazed up against Cyno’s walls, stimulating him, giving Cyno a taste of just how good he’d feel if this was real – if Haitham meant to do that.

Cyno managed to hold in his moans, bracing himself as Haitham's fingers spread, trying to grab at the vibrator. He was thrusting them in and out now, curling them inside of him, fishing for it. Cyno’s thighs trembled, struggling not to push back against Haitham’s fingers.

This was torture.

His erection was aching, and it kept rubbing up against Al Haitham, Haitham ignoring it as if it was nothing, as if Cyno wasn’t practically humping him right now with how desperate his body was to cum.

“Hurry.” Cyno groaned.

“I'm trying.” Haitham rasped, voice hoarse.

“Try harder! It’s on a preset. If you take too long it’ll happen again!”

“What’ll happen?”

“The vibrations will get stronger. And I don't want your stupid fingers up my ass when they do.”

Haitham let out a low groan at the admission. “I really didn’t think you were the type.”

Cyno blushed furiously, his bucking forward on their own.

Fuck.

“Shut up, Haitham!” he huffed, trying his best not to highlight the way his body had just responded extremely favorably to Haitham's words, “Just hurry.”

Haitham froze, a sticky swallow, his freehand resting back on Cyno’s thigh, his fingers slowly starting to move again. Cyno didn't miss the way Haitham’s thumb subtly caressed his skin, just barely brushing past his ass. Haitham readjusted Cyno a bit, his own legs tight around Cyno’s sides. And as Cyno’s hips came down and rested themselves on Al Haitham’s lap…. he realized exactly what was beneath his own swollen erection.

Haitham… was hard?

Was Haitham seriously getting off on this?! On watching Cyno moan and squirm and fall apart on top of him?!

…Cyno hoped he was.

Because Cyno was so turned on that it was becoming unbearable.

Al Haitham just barely twitched beneath him and Cyno whined again, worse this time, his hips rocking up against Haitham’s thick bulge before he managed to stop himself.

Archons, he had to be making a mess all over Haitham’s pants. He was already dripping wet when Al Haitham walked in. But now…?

Not to mention all the lube Haitham had messily applied. And Haitham had brought Cyno’s body even closer? Knowing just how hard and wet and obviously desperate Cyno was?

His hips twitched forward again, their crotches rubbing together, and this time Haitham groaned.

“Stay still.” he hissed, like he himself was struggling. There was a wet sound as Haitham pushed his fingers deeper again, nudging up against the vibrator. Cyno gasped, eyes fluttering closed, chest slumping into the bed. His hips seemed to raise on their own, meeting Haitham’s calculated movements. “I think I’ve almost got it.”

“Then grab it.” Cyno said, fending off the urge to throw all caution to the wind and rut against Haitham’s sudden erection until he came all over those distractingly tight pants he loved to wear.

“Trying.” Haitham said. And just as he started to suck in a relieved breath….

The vibrations skyrocketed.

“A-AH! HAITHAM!” Cyno shouted, his body convulsing, grinding up against whatever was beneath him as he rode through the next wave of intense pleasure. Haitham’s warm hands came down on his hips, holding him steady. But the extra weight pushed his hips down… and now Cyno was feverishly grinding against him, fully aware he was, unable to convince himself to stop.

Haitham moaned, hands tightening around Cyno’s waist, trying to control himself but then he was grinding too, desperately, right against Cyno’s bare shaft.

“H-Haitham!” Cyno gasped, clutching onto the covers, “Haitham, don’t stop!” he pleaded, feeling his orgasm on the tip of his tongue, “I’m so close, Haitham. P-Please!”

Just a little more and he’d–

Haitham’s hands pushed up against his ass, forcefully raising his hips enough that their bodies parted.

Haitham panted, catching his breath, the vibrations slowing down inside of Cyno.

“Fuck.” Cyno whined, his orgasm stolen from him once again. He wanted to ask why Haitham had stopped them – but he didn’t need to.

They shouldn’t have done that.

That’s not what they were supposed to be doing right now, not what they agreed to be doing. At all.

Cyno was so hard. It hurt. And these vibrations were so powerful that he was being edged – which, yes, is what the purpose was originally – but he was sick of being edged now! He just wanted to cum!

He couldn’t stop thinking of how obvious his need had become, how they were both so clearly aware that what was turning Cyno on was no longer the vibrations, but Haitham – that it was hot because Haitham was the one touching him, doing this to him, keeping Cyno sprawled neatly on his lap as he–

“D-doesn’t this have a remote?” Haitham asked, seemingly concerned about the next ‘crescendo’.

“No.” Cyno grunted, feeling Haitham force his slight-shaky fingers inside. “It’s on the vibrator. It’s… not supposed to break. It has a base and everything. And… a clasp on a string that broke.” he explained. “There’s a button on the actual thing. Like a knob. I bet you’ve already felt it.”

Haitham was quiet for a moment, a gentle “ah” as he searched for said ‘knob’.

“This?” he asked. And just as Cyno started to remind him that he couldn’t see or feel anything Al Haitham could right now, so it was useless to ask….

Haitham made things ten times worse.

The toy vibrated at full power, Haitham’s errant fingers having shoved it back up against his sweet spot.

Cyno was done for.

“N-NO!” he cried out, his entire body shaking as his orgasm ripped through him. It was so powerful, so intense. His toes curled, fingers clenching, holding his breath as the feeling prevailed, wave after wave, muscles tensing before he relaxed, everything forced out of him. His careless moans filled the room, vision blurred from the sheer intensity of it all. He faintly heard Al Haitham say something, faintly felt Haitham’s touch. But the relief was so powerful that when he finished, he just slumped into the bed, eyes fluttering closed.

A few moments passed before Al Haitham spoke. “I… I got it out.”

“Mmmph.” Cyno went. He wasn’t sure he could even get up.

“Cyno.”

Cyno raised his hips, waiting for Al Haitham to move.

He didn’t.

“Cyno.” Al Haitham repeated.

And when Cyno still didn’t respond, Haitham took Cyno in his arms, rolling him over onto his back. They stared at each other face to face now, Cyno shocked to see just how winded Al Haitham looked.

His eyes sheepishly darted down to Haitham’s pants, a flutter in his chest as he realized how carelessly he’d cum all over him.

“I’m sorr–”

“Cyno.” Al Haitham said, completely ignoring the mess. There was such a serious, desperate look in his eyes.

Cyno’s heart skipped a beat. “Yes…?”

“Can I…” Haitham gulped, “Can I fuck you?”

A shiver ran up Cyno’s spine, visibly, the hollowness inside of him demanding to be filled – filled by Haitham, the word “yes” effortlessly tumbling from his lips.

Al Haitham couldn’t have gotten his pants off any faster if he tried.

Cyno watched with focused eyes as Haitham gripped himself over his underwear, squeezing his bulge with a deep groan, like he ached to feel Cyno.

“Are you sure?” he asked. His eyes were so serious. It was clear he had held back this entire time – was still holding back – but after this, he’d take exactly what he craved.

“Yes.” Cyno breathed, eyes clenched shut as Haitham pressed his thighs up, legs on either side of him. He took himself in hand, lining his tip up to Cyno’s hole.

Cyno groaned as Al Haitham slowly sank inside. He was gentle, patient, only going as fast as he knew Cyno could take.

He slowly started to move his hips, just barely thrusting inside of him. His hands were less shy now, groping Cyno’s chest, rubbing circles over the soft skin before pinching at his nipples, eliciting a series of whimpers from Cyno’s small frame.

“Haitham…” Cyno whispered feebly, becoming overwhelmed with just how bashful he was starting to feel having his chest paid attention to like that. He crossed his arms over his chest, hiding it from Al Haitham, “D-don’t…”

Al Haitham smirked, “You don’t like it?”

“I do….”

Haitham just chuckled, “Wow. You’re shy, too? Full of surprises, General Mahamatra.”

Cyno started to object, but Haitham interrupted him, throwing Cyno’s legs over his shoulders and fucking him hard.

Cyno yelped, jaw agape, panting out desperate moans. He could barely keep his eyes open, Haitham leaning down and practically snapping Cyno in half. Cyno’s hands folded around Haitham’s shoulders, clutching onto him tightly as Haitham pounded into him.

Their faces were inches apart, growing ever closer as their bodies slammed together, Haitham ramming into Cyno again and again.

“Mahamatra…” Al Haitham trailed off, his own eyes finally falling closed, “Don’t kill me for saying it, but… You feel amazing.”

Cyno erupted in goosebumps, hugging Haitham closer, “Shut the hell up, Scribe.” he whispered.

Haitham grinned, “Make me.”

Cyno hungrily pressed their lips together, Haitham readily forcing his tongue inside, their teeth clacking, heads turning to fit their mouths together. It became so readily apparent to both of them that this is what they’d been craving all along.

Haitham’s thrusts slowed, losing himself in the kiss, in Cyno, holding him tightly, brows furrowing. They rolled over, Haitham pulling Cyno onto his lap, easily pressing back inside of him as they idly kissed, soft thrusts. Haitham lifted him gently by the bottom, supporting him as he thrust, such an affectionate gesture not gone unnoticed for its contrast to his usually distant treatment toward Cyno.

Cyno felt incredibly full, his hole already raw from all the vibrator’s torment, but somehow this felt incredible. As if a wave of tension had just melted off of his shoulders, never to be seen again. A question had finally been answered, the hesitation in his body over whether or not Haitham would ever see Cyno the same way he saw Haitham fizzling away.

There had been a large part of Cyno that had wanted to have Al Haitham like this for so very long. And now that it was here, he couldn't help but want it to last forever. This sensation, this closeness – Al Haitham’s warm, intimate presence – it was pure bliss. It was an affirmation that Haitham was attracted to him, wanted him, was even willing to kiss him.

Every craving Cyno had ever had for Al Haitham was getting satisfied all at once. He relaxed fully, Haitham mindlessly holding him steady, languid thrusts.

At some point, it started to feel less like they were having sex, and more like they both just wanted this feeling to last as long as possible. They were going painfully slow, just exploring each other with gentle curiosity, soft laughs when one discovered a new part that the other mysteriously enjoyed having touched.

And that’s when Cyno realized just how far gone he was.

He backed away from the kiss, an intense blush, attempting to snap himself out of it.

He tried to look Al Haitham in the eyes, convinced that would do the trick but…

He flustered even worse, a thump in his chest.

Shit.

To make matters worse, he was fully hard for the second time today.

“Haith–”

“Shh.” Haitham interrupted, a small shake of his head. “Let's just enjoy this. Alright?”

Cyno could tell Al Haitham knew what Cyno wanted to say. Something like…

We shouldn't be doing this. Let’s stop.

But instead, Cyno decided to put away his fear of falling for Al Haitham and responded, “Fine. Only today.”

“Only today.”

“Let’s finish up.”

Haitham gave a short nod.

He laid Cyno on his back, Cyno’s legs wrapped around his waist, bracing himself as Haitham began to pick up his pace.

He started going fast again… But it was different. Hesitant.

Cyno’s blush raged on, an annoyed growl, “Come on, Haitham. I’m not a flower. Fuck me like you mean it.”

Al Haitham rolled his eyes, “I am.” he scoffed, “I mean it, Cyno. That much should be clear to you.” he said, thrusts slowing. “I want to savor this.”

“Well don’t.” Cyno grumbled, looking away from him, “There’s nothing to savor. Just finish up and get out.”

Haitham held him a bit tighter. “Is that really what you want…?”

Cyno opened his mouth to say yes. But he hesitated. It wasn’t what he wanted. It wasn’t what he wanted at all. But he couldn’t admit that. There was no way he could tell Al Haitham that he wanted him to take his time, stretch this out until nightfall, fuck him all day, lay with him here until sunrise.

That would be nonsensical.

“Cyno?”

Cyno huffed, folding his arms. “Do whatever you want.”

Haitham grinned, “You have no idea what I want. You shouldn’t offer that, General Mahamatra. I thought you were more careful than that.”

Cyno’s brow twitched, “If I tell you to do whatever you want, obviously I considered every option. And obviously I’ll tell you if I don’t like it. I’m not a flower! So just do whatever it is you want to do, Scribe.”

“You’re not a flower?” Al Haitham repeated, pulling out of Cyno, “What does that mean?”

“It means don’t treat me like one.”

“What? Delicately? With affection? Like something that deserves time and attention?”

Cyno rolled his eyes now, ignoring the sting beneath his cheeks, “Sure. If that’s how you’d treat a flower.”

Haitham stilled for a moment. There was something he clearly wanted to say, but he decided on something else. “You said I can do whatever I want.” Haitham began, sitting back on his feet. “So I will.”

“Do it then.” Cyno snapped. He closed his eyes, waiting for it.

But all he felt was a dip in the bed, Haitham laying down beside him.

“What the hell?” Cyno blurted out, opening his eyes to look at Haitham. “What are you–” His words caught in his throat, his blush so furious now that it rendered him silent.

Oh.

Haitham was holding his hand.

“What’s your game…?” Cyno asked, barely above a whisper, “Is this a joke?”

Haitham shook his head, a half-smile. “No. Isn’t it obvious?” Al Haitham asked. “You should understand by now.”

Cyno’s hand trembled a bit in Al Haitham’s, but he steadied it. “I don’t.” he lied.

“Cyno.” Al Haitham glowered, lacing their fingers together, “I really hope you’re smarter than this.”

Cyno’s eyes narrowed. “Choose your next words very carefully.”

Haitham rubbed his thumb over Cyno’s, a gentle sigh, “Surely you’re more than aware of how I feel about you. That’s why you asked me to help you… correct?”

“No.” Cyno scowled, “I asked you to help because you threatened to ask someone for a key. I didn’t want anyone else involved in my foolish mistake. It’s bad enough you know.”

“So you would’ve let anyone do the same?”

“No.”

“Then why did you allow me to help you?”

Cyno yanked his hand away, sitting up. “Get out, Al Haitham.”

“How hard is it to just admit the obvious?”

“If it’s so obvious, then why do I need to admit it?”

Haitham sat up now, too. “Whatever. Let’s have this conversation when you’re no longer in denial.” he said, standing up.

“In denial?!” Cyno spat, standing up as well, “What do you mean ‘in denial’? What is there for me to be in denial about?”

Haitham just let out an amused breath, starting to get his pants up.

Cyno saw a hint of the stains again, still wet, his breath hitching, “Y-you can’t wear those out of here.”

“And what do you suppose I wear instead? Your pants will be like shorts on me.”

“Better that, than… than…” He couldn’t even get the words out, “Be reasonable, Haitham!”

“That’s advice fit for you, not me.” Haitham said, giving Cyno a wink over his shoulder, “Mahamatra.” he added, just to annoy Cyno further.

Cyno ignored his taunts. “You stay here. I’ll go buy you new pants. What size do you wear?”

“Are you that worried about me making a fool out of myself?” Al Haitham asked.

Cyno blushed, unable to tear his eyes away from the stains. “I… I’m the one who… Who did that. To your pants.” Cyno flustered, “I couldn’t–” He huffed, “I don’t want anyone to see.”

Al Haitham turned around fully now, taking a step closer. “Why not?”

“Because, that’s…” he swallowed hard, “Private. We…” He shook his head, “Just wait here, okay?”

He started to turn around to leave, but Haitham grabbed him by the wrist. He whirled Cyno around, pulling him close, leaning down until their faces were only a breath away. “You never said sorry for ruining my expensive pants, Cyno.”

Cyno gulped, a shudder, “I tried to! But you–”

“That’s alright.” Haitham said, his other hand meeting Cyno’s lower back, “I think it’s hot.”

Cyno whimpered, clutching onto Al Haitham for support. “Gross.”

“If it’s so gross… then why did you do it? You could have moved away.” Al Haitham said, a low voice, “But you didn’t want to… did you?”

Cyno shook his head, watching Haitham’s lips as he spoke.

“Exactly. So once again I ask you… How hard is it for you to admit the obvious?”

“What obvious…?” Cyno asked, hanging on Haitham’s every word.

“The obvious… that you want me.”

“I don’t want you.” Cyno said, an automatic response.

Haitham chuckled, nuzzling his lips up against Cyno’s. “That’s a shame…” he hummed, kissing him briefly, “Because I want you.”

Shit.

They fell back into a hungry kiss, Cyno undoing Haitham’s zipper, taking him in hand and tugging on him as Haitham did the same to him, their hands working up and down each other’s shafts.

They stumbled backward, Cyno’s back hitting the door, knees wobbling as Haitham pushed him to his limit once again.

“H-Haitham.” he gasped, Haitham swallowing down the name with a satisfied groan. Haitham’s hand was relentless, and Cyno tried his best to do the same, but slowly his hand lost pace, faltering, body submitting itself to Haitham’s rough pleasure. He moaned, loudly, hips starting to rut into Haitham’s hand, desperately. Haitham sucked on his tongue, their kiss sloppy and deep, and Cyno couldn’t take it anymore.

His nails dug into Al Haitham’s bicep, losing his footing, Haitham holding him up as he came all over Haitham – his hands, all the way to his pants.

He caught his bearings, reaching forward and tugging on Haitham with both hands now. “Just fucking cum already.” he growled, incredibly flustered. “Stop trying to savor this shit.”

Neither of them said anything for a moment, nothing but Haitham’s soft moans filling the room.

Cyno knew why Haitham was holding back. And the only bone he was willing to toss Al Haitham was a simple promise.

“We’ll do this again. So just let go, already.”

Haitham couldn’t hide his growing smile even if he wanted to. He propped his arm against the wall, relaxing his body, “We better.”

And with the next flick of Cyno’s wrist, Haitham grunted, a sharp inhale, forehead thudding against the door, as he pulsed into Cyno’s hands, orgasm surging through his body.

Cyno felt the warmth splash up his body, an intense shudder, watching Haitham’s expression intently. He soaked in the sight, committing it to memory.

Haitham finally collected himself, pushing himself to stand upright, a faint red beneath his cheeks.

He opened his mouth to say something, but stopped himself.

Cyno wasn’t sure what to say either.

Cyno’s eyes flickered down. Haitham’s pants were even more of a mess than they were before.

Cyno gestured toward them, clearing his throat. “I-I’ll get you new ones. It is my fault, after all. Tell me where to go. And I’ll go.”

Haitham stared at him for a few moments before sighing, fishing around in his pocket. “You could just give me a towel. If anyone asks, I dropped food on my lap.”

“What food looks like that?” Cyno asked, crossing his arms. “Better safe than sorry.”

“That's one of your beliefs, is it?” Haitham asked.

“Why do you ask?”

“It’s just… If you really believed that… You wouldn’t have gotten a vibrator stuck inside of your ass.”

Cyno clicked his teeth, “I was desperate. It happens.”

Haitham raised a brow, “Not to me. Where did you even buy it?”

“Stop trying to figure out why I made a bad decision. We all make bad decisions. Why didn’t you move when I started cumming all over your lap? You could’ve saved us both trouble.” he ranted, Haitham casually fishing around his other pocket now, “The point is, people with sexual cravings make irrational decisions. I’m no exception. And clearly, neither are you.” he said, once again gesturing to Al Haitham's pants.

“Sexual cravings.” Haitham hummed, looking up at Cyno now. “And what sexual craving led to your… ‘situation’?”

Cyno once again ignored his taunts. “What are you even searching for? Just tell me your pants size and a store.”

Haitham sighed, using his Akasha to search for something. “Here, I’m sending it over to you.”

“About time.” Cyno grumbled, walking over and grabbing his Akasha from his desk, putting it on. “Really? That’s where you shop?”

“Is there a problem?”

“No.” Cyno sighed. “Just stay here. And don’t touch anything.”

“I won’t.”

-

By the time Cyno returned, the sun had set. His body ached, reminding him of his many mistakes of the day. His head throbbed, stomach growling, having forgotten to eat. Maybe he’d take care of it soon. But more likely than not, he’d ignore it until morning. He was too tired to think about it right now.

He had struggled to find the exact pants Al Haitham requested, having to ask multiple shop attendants for help. The workers recognized him, which meant he had to come to terms with the fact that they knew Cyno was buying pants for someone else. It wouldn't take much to put two and two together once Al Haitham came here to shop again.

It was all incredibly embarrassing.

He unlocked his door, entering his room with a sigh.

From what he could tell, everything was how he left it. He dropped Haitham’s pants on his desk, walking over to his bed.

Haitham lay there, sprawled out in nothing but his shirt and underwear, fast asleep.

Cyno stared at him for a moment, contemplating kicking him out…

But this is what he had wanted, after all.

He undressed, getting into his night clothes, and climbed onto bed, scooting over Al Haitham, laying in the small space between Haitham and the wall.

Whether consciously or subconsciously, Haitham became aware of Cyno’s newfound presence, wrapping his arm around him and hugging him close.

Cyno lay on Haitham’s chest, a deep sigh, eyes fluttering closed.

What the hell had even happened today?

He didn’t even want to process it.

He just wanted to lay here, listen to Haitham’s heartbeat, and drift off to sleep.

After a while, Haitham’s voice nudged him awake.

“Cyno?”

“Mm?” Cyno grumbled, half asleep.

“Is it alright if I stay here?”

Cyno nodded, hugging him closer, “Yes. Now shut up.”

Al Haitham let out an amused breath, hand running up and down Cyno’s back. “Alright.” he said, a gentle sigh, “Goodnight, General Mahamatra.”

Cyno internally rolled his eyes. “Goodnight, Scribe.”

He just hoped this wasn’t all a dream.