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"Alhaitham? What do you want for dinner?".
Kaveh leaned against the countertop in the shared kitchen and let his gaze wander over the open pantry again, surely for the tenth time, before looking from there into the living room, where Alhaitham was lying on one of the large sofas, busy with a book.
No answer followed.
"Alhaitham!", the blond tried again, this time a little louder.
When still no word left his roommate's lips, he sighed deeply. Sometimes he was so absorbed in his books, which Kaveh couldn't really read or rather understand despite their time together at the Akademiya, that he didn't really register everything around him. Or wanted to register. Kaveh wasn't quite sure if Alhaitham wasn't deliberately ignoring his involuntary roommate from time to time.
The blond tried to suppress his slight trembling at the thought, wishing sometimes that he was a bit more welcome in his own home and that Alhaitham wanted him around at least a bit. As much as the two argued often enough, Kaveh couldn't let his feelings for him go unnoticed. He smiled a little at the memory that Tighnari sometimes compared them to an elderly married couple. Maybe he liked that thought so much because it was exactly what he wanted. It promised an intimate togetherness and coziness that made Kaveh's heart tighten at the mere thought of it. How he wished Alhaitham would see him off with a kiss on his lips when he left for his work and greet him the same way when he came home. Day after day. Ugh.
"Haitham?", he tried again, then, firmly resolving not to let himself be ignored this time.
Even if, in doing so, he more or less unconsciously pushed out of his mind his feelings for his roommate and the idea of them spending years together.
Alhaitham's eyes glanced up at Kaveh for a moment as he arrived next to the couch, sighed almost tonelessly, and returned his attention to his book. It was precisely this that made the dreams of the future that had been pushed to the back of his mind fizzle out once and for all. Instead, anger now boiled up in the blond.
"Are you serious? I asked you a question!", he leaned down a bit and waved his hand a bit theatrically in front of his counterpart's face.
With his tone, though, it was perhaps no wonder why the gray-haired man wanted to kick him out of the apartment as soon as possible. Maybe he needed to approach this differently.
It took a little effort and Kaveh had to take a breath before he pushed Alhaitham's arm with the book up and leaned over him. It would have been easy for him to stop Kaveh in his movement, he was muscular in contrast to the blond and stronger by far. But he must have taken advantage of the moment of surprise, because he didn't move an inch otherwise. One of his knees rested between Alhaitham's legs, which made Kaveh a little nervous.
Alhaitham just continued to stare at him in confusion, but finally put the book down next to him.
"What are you doing?", Alhaitham signed him with his hands.
Kaveh sighed, no wonder he hadn’t answered. He leaned backwards to better balance himself and keep his hands free.
"What's wrong? I called out to you," he replied, also in sign language.
The gray-haired man grabbed his hearing aid with one hand, which must have looked like headphones to the untrained eye, and turned it on. Kaveh was also sure that most of those who saw Alhaitham every day didn't know he was deaf.
"I had a long day at the Akademiya and was tired of all the people who wanted something from me. That's when I turned it off."
"That's so unlike you," Kaveh snorted sarcastically, at least a little glad that he wasn't the only one who seemed to be annoying his roommate.
"Do you mind explaining what this is all about?", Alhaitham pointed his finger back and forth between them.
Though he had done it with full awareness of his actions, it was only now that he had noticed how close they actually were through this position. The blond's knee was touching one of his thighs from the inside and somehow it was dangerously close to his crotch as well. He cringed, not knowing what has gotten into him by doing that. Suddenly he was more than uncomfortable with it all and he noticed his face getting hot.
"You weren't listening to me," he explained, feeling like he needed to explain himself more at Alhaitham's scrutinizing look, though, "I thought I was getting your attention that way. I'm so sorry, this is really... inappropriate".
Something changed in Alhaitham's admittedly beautiful eyes, but that only made Kaveh more nervous, as he couldn't interpret it at all. He averted his gaze, unable to withstand that piercing turquoise any longer.
He made an attempt to slide backwards and merely away from him, but with a jerk the gray-haired man had lifted his leg beneath him and Kaveh fell forward, a bit caught off guard by the movement, practically sitting on his thigh. That was definitely not what he had wanted to do, luckily he had been able to catch himself with his hands, but now their faces were also so terribly close that he could feel Haitham's breath. Never before had they been so close, and Kaveh didn't know if it scared him more than it excited him. For a very short moment, he had to fight the urge to seek friction by moving forward on his thigh. Instead, he wanted to escape the situation again.
But the sudden pressure of Alhaitam's hands on his hips was something he hadn't expected, and at the same time, it somehow empowered him. Was he dreaming?
"Do you think this is inappropriate?", he asked, slightly squeezing him there.
Kaveh gasped, what on earth was wrong with him?
".. Yes."
He hummed, pulling goosebumps out of the blond. The acting grand sages hands wandered higher up until one touched the bare skin at his back. Kaveh's brain function seemed to shut down completely at that gentle touch. Alhaitham's fingers traveled along the places where the fabric of his shirt stopped, exposing the soft skin underneath. Once he had wandered completely up and down, this time he used his fingernails. Kaveh was so caught up in this strangely electrifying feeling that ran through his entire body with every inch, gathering in his center, that he barely noticed Alhaitham bury his other hand in the blond hair and bridge the last distance between them by pushing his head down.
What the fuck was going on? Why on earth would Alhaitham do all that?
Only when their lips touched, Kaveh was shaken out of his trance. Gasping in surprise, Alhaitham let him back away a little and snorted.
"Still inappropriate?".
".. Yeah," he was surprised he was able to form a word.
"Well, what a shame," Alhaitham's hand at his back disappeared.
"Wait!", Kaveh's voice was hoarse and quiet, "Again".
He felt stupid that he was not able to form a sentence with more than one word only because of such a simple touch of their lips. But his body didn't seem to obey him anymore, he shivered and cursed himself for having destroyed this moment with his reaction.
"I thought you considered this as inappropriate?", Alhaitham had a little smirk on his lips and oh Archons, Kaveh was thrilled to kiss that stupid grin of his.
"Would you please just shut the fuck up?".
This time it was the blond who practically dropped and engaged the man beneath him in another kiss. Kaveh had often imagined how it would feel to kiss Alhaitham. What he would taste like. Whether he was skilled at it or not. Whether they were really as soft as they looked.
Coffee. Yes. Yes.
He didn't know if he would get this opportunity again, so he tried to memorize every second, every movement of his lips and tongue that just crept into his mouth, to be able to recall this memory again and again.
He never thought that Alhaitham would master this kind of intimate activity, but never before had a kiss felt so good. Kaveh sighed, and as if of his own accord, his pelvis moved slightly back and forth. He prayed that Alhaitham was too distracted to notice, but his tight grip around his waist destroyed that hope.
He applied enough pressure to push the blond back, only to have him pull him close again. Kaveh moaned against Alhaitham's lips, riding his thigh was a whole other experience and sensation than simply kissing him and damn, it felt so good. The friction on his clit wasn't enough to fully satisfy him but it sure did his job to stir on the fire in his veins and the confidence to take one more step forward.
With one hand he propped himself up on the couch while the other wandered along Alhaitham's chest. You could guess it through that damn tight fitting shirt that had always driven him insane, but feeling it first hand how well trained he really was was clearly a notch better than looking at him from afar.
Not for the life of him did he want the kiss to end, it was almost addictive to Kaveh. Its coffee-like taste was something he would never forget. The smacking sounds of their lips, the soft and barely audible sigh that Alhaitham kept making would probably continue to echo in his ears even in his dreams.
Alhaitham's hands left his hips, resting on his butt all of a sudden instead. The blond gasped as he squeezed briefly, not really wanting to let him break the kiss this time. However, Alhaitham took advantage of his superior strength, lifting him briefly and moving under him so that Kaveh was sitting completely on his lap. He whimpered briefly at the sudden lack of friction between his legs that he had enjoyed so much. But as Alhaitham turned to put his feet on the floor and slid back far enough to lean against the back of the couch, he felt something very different there. With the movement and the distinct bulge now pressing against him, he had to interrupt the kiss after all, much to his dismay.
Oh, what a sight. Pupils blown and kiss swollen lips. Kaveh could feel him getting wetter just by looking at him.
"I'm starting to believe you don't care how inappropriate this is," Alhaitham said, pressing him down onto his straining cock, earning another whine.
"As if you cared," Kaveh answered, wriggling his hips a little.
And Alhaitham growled.
Dear Archons.
Kaveh didn't remember how it all started, but he didn't want to deal with it right now. He wanted to press himself against him to kiss him again, but in one quick movement Alhaitham had his hand in his blond hair. He yanked him back a bit, the other hand creeping into his pants through the hole on the back of his shirt. With every inch he leaned toward the blond, he simultaneously pulled him further back by his hair, until Kaveh had to cling to him to keep him from losing his balance.
In his daydreams, he hadn't imagined his roommate to be so... rough. But even if it was a surprise for him - it was a positive surprise. Somehow it excited Kaveh even more to know that Alhaitham had this side in him and that he now presented it to him like this. Archons, this fiery glance made his blood boil and send shivers through his body directly to the coil in his stomach. He would do literally anything as long as Haitham would look at him like that.
"Did you like riding my thigh?".
Kaveh nodded, which made Alhaitham frown a bit. His hand had disappeared completely into his pants, kneading the flesh of his ass.
"Come on now, Kaveh, I damn well know how much you can talk with that pretty mouth. Use your words."
And with that, the blond haired man threw his morals out of his brain. He called him pretty. And if it was only to serve the purpose of dirty talk, he didn't care enough. Alhaitham had him at his mercy and he fucking knew it. His behavior was so hot, it was unbearable.
"Yes -", he swallowed hard, the gaze he was confronted with did not allow him to answer in one word, "Yes, I liked it".
The gray-haired man's hands left his body, much to his displeasure, and he rested both elbows on the backrest behind him.
"Strip," he commanded.
"What?".
Alhaitham chuckled a bit, a heavenly sound which let Kaveh baffled even more. Damn, he was so perfect, all he could do was stare in awe.
"Strip for me and I may let you do it again".
Oh Kaveh would love to do that for him. But something was nagging at him. Although Kaveh was very confident in his body, although he was still in the process to find out how to completely feel like himself. Perhaps Alhaitham would be put off by his body; after all, he didn't know exactly what his counterpart was into. On the one hand, they had known each other for so long and Alhaitham knew he was trans and hadn't exactly seemed turned off by him that evening up until that point. Still, he was unsure, this was really important to him. He wanted him to like him.
"Haitham, you know that my body is-", he was interrupted by Alhaitham taking his chin in one hand.
"Kaveh," his voice was suddenly so soft, "Do I look like I care? I want you , the way you are."
Kaveh didn't know if he wanted to cry or to rip his clothes off. That was by far the most sincere and genuine words he heard from him and he just knew that they were honest. Alhaitham was many things - and he also called the gray haired man many things - but he wasn't a liar.
So Kaveh leaned forward and pressed one last kiss to his soft lips before standing up with wobbly legs. Alhaitham eyed him as he peeled out of his clothes. Normally he wouldn't throw them on the floor so carelessly and just leave them there, but he couldn't possibly keep those hungry eyes waiting.
He was excited about what might follow. The way Alhaitham was acting that night, he was full of surprises and could be up to anything.
When the last piece of clothing fell and he stood before him completely naked, Kaveh was still unsure for a moment. But only until he saw the look on his counterpart's face. His pupils were dilated with lust, his lips slightly parted.
"Beautiful," he said under his breath.
This right there done it for Kaveh. His self-esteem rose to immeasurable levels and he felt more confident than ever before.
Alhaitham shuffled a bit on the couch, his pants seemed to grow even tighter. He sighed loudly and patted on his right thigh.
"Come here," he said, "Take a seat."
He spread his legs enough for Kaveh to put one knee between his thighs and the other one right next to it. He didn't give a fuck if he would ruin Alhaitham's pants in the process with how wet he were and seeing that he also didn't care, he let lose.
Alhaitham's large hands traced the scars on his chest, before putting them on his hips and ducking his head to kiss the one on the left instead. The way this made him feel so appreciated and wanted was intoxicating him, fogging his mind and making him shiver.
"Haitham-," Kaveh couldn't hold back a moan as he continued to spread kisses on his chest.
The sweet friction of the fabric against his clit was heating up his skin. And no matter how warm he was, Alhaitham's hands, which felt like they were everywhere at once, still felt hotter. They kneaded his ass, rubbed his back, squeezed his hips, stroked his sides, grabbed his thighs. And he couldn't get enough of it.
Kaveh didn't know what exactly excited him the most and steadily brought him closer and closer to his climax. Alhaitham's greedy hands all over his body? The sensation of riding his thigh? The tiny noises he made while kissing and licking his skin? His fucking delicious scent? It was probably all of these at the same time. He was almost embarrassed at how needy he must seem to come undone so quickly. But like so many things, he didn't really care right now.
"Are you making yourself cum?", the gray-haired man asked, his voice a vibration against his skin.
"Yes."
He buried his fingers in Alhaitham's hair, pulled it and scratched lightly over his scalp. In response, he bit his shoulder, literally pushing him closer to the edge with this, especially when he put some kitten licks and soft kisses onto the bite as an apology. Archons, this man. He wasn't into biting before this but the fluids dripping out of him and onto Alhaitham's pants said otherwise.
"Go ahead then."
Kaveh quickened his movements and slid a little further forward. Doing this motion he accidentally pressed his knee onto Haitham's dick, pulling a hoarse growl out of him. His fingers dug so tightly into his hips, he definitely would be bruised later.
"Ugh- Kaveh," he heard Alhaitham moan.
This was the first time hearing him moan out loud properly and it was enough to trip over the edge and welcome his orgasm ripping through his body. He shivered, legs trembling and fingers locked into Alhaitham's soft hair. He stammered something that was probably supposed to be his roommate's name, but he couldn't quite manage to form something meaningful in his head. The big hands on his hips, guiding him through his high, and a "just like that" were responsible for it taking a little while for him to stop shaking and take a deep breath.
In the aftershock of his orgasm, Alhaitham looked even more beautiful than before. Kaveh gently brushed the soft gray hair with his fingers while looking into the turquoise eyes in front of him, admiring how pretty they were.
But the acting grand sage left him no time to come down from the ecstasy that was still mildly pulsing through him. He grabbed his thighs, standing up and practically throwing Kaveh onto the couch. Kaveh's hands pushed the cloak off Alhaitham's broad shoulders as he knelt between his legs.
"You're definitely not naked enough," damn, Kaveh was dumb when he was horny.
But he just couldn't help it, with this gorgeous man right in front of him, still drinking in the image of his naked body and his long fingers raking all over his skin. He felt drunk, wanted more of this feeling and shoved the question why Alhaitham would behave like that back into the darkest space of his head. He didn't want to know and he didn't care. For him, the most important thing at that moment was to get the gray-haired man out of his clothes as well.
Alhaitham snorted and bent down to silence Kaveh with his lips. Kaveh's right thigh was roughly grabbed and pushed aside and for a second he would have complained about it, but then he could feel Alhaitham's fingers cautiously gliding through his folds. He jolted up and gasped because of the sudden touch on the still sensitive part of his body but the growl of the man above him about how wet he was caused him to dug his nails into Alhaitham's back.
With the way Alhaitham kissed and touched him, he wondered how he could ever think he would reject him. But he also hadn't thought this would happen at all anytime in the future.
Kaveh flinched again when Alhaitham began circling his clit.
"Ha- Haitham, I...".
He silenced him again, his fingers gliding downwards, teasing his entrance. Kaveh felt like he was going to burst, he didn't know what to focus on the most. This man was just too much. His body felt incredibly hot and he wished the whole thing would go a little faster. He was impatient, wanting to know what he was going to surprise him with.
In one quick motion, without preparing him in any way, Alhaitham had slid two fingers inside him, Kaveh whined out loud.
"Do that again," Alhaitham's rough voice was commanding, giving the blond goosebumps, "I love that fucking sound."
Why was the usually serious and restrained scribe suddenly so demanding and dominant? And why did Kaveh like this exciting side so much?
"Make me then," he challenged him.
Kaveh decided to be a little less self centered in this situation and pulled Alhaitham's top a little higher. He worshipped his abs, which you can clearly see even with this shirt on, with shaking hands and scraped them a bit, liking how they felt under his touch. But when he felt those beautifully long fingers curl inside him and pressing against a certain spot that almost ripped another orgasm out of him, he regretted provoking Alhaitham. As soon as the gray haired man heard the blondes muffled moan against his lips, he was eager to stroke that point over and over again, making Kaveh writhe and groan beneath him in pleasure. His pussy clenched around those fingers inside him that made him feel so good, he never wanted to make this sensation stop.
Kaveh wanted to get rid of Alhaitham's top even faster now, but kept getting caught on that damn cable of the hearing aid. So he reached for the top of his head and was about to push it down, but was interrupted by a big hand on his wrist.
"No way," he withdrew his fingers, Kaveh whined at the loss, "There is no fucking way I'm missing those sounds you're about to make."
"What?".
Karen couldn't react that fast, he was flipped over, only for Alhaitham to massage his thighs and ass for a moment. He grasped his hips to pull him up and Kaveh wanted to prop himself up on his arms as well but they were gripped and pulled behind his back.
"The fuck are you doing?", he snarled when he saw that Alhaitham picked up Kaveh's blue belt.
"Shut up," he scowled, making Kaveh shiver.
He wrapped the belt tightly around Kaveh's wrists and fixed them with a knot, no doubt he would get out of it without his help. He wanted to protest, he had enjoyed kissing him too much and this position wasn't very pleasant, but those thoughts quickly evaporated when Alhaitham turned his attention back to his dripping cunt, lazily stroking his folds and rubbing his clit.
He definitely has done this before, Kaveh thought, his heart heavy with jealousy. Somehow he had always imagined Alhaitham sexually inexperienced, he didn't exactly have many social contacts aside from work and their shared circle of friends but it felt too good that he could be a naturally talented. It gnawed at him not to be the first one Alhaitham shared this kind of togetherness with.
Kaveh sighed and closed his eyes, still questioning if he might be dreaming. This was too good to be true.
But he opened them quickly again, feeling a hard slap on his ass that stung a bit and made him move his head to take a better look at Alhaitham.
He could clearly see the his hard cock, straining his pants, making him almost drool.
"Isn't it a bit tight in there?", he asked sheepishly, face burning red after noticing the stain of his work on his thigh.
"Impatient, huh?".
But then he did move off the couch to attend to his shoes and pants, and oh Archons, he could guess by the obvious bump, but he was packed.
"I think you've teased me long enough," Kaveh replied impatiently.
"You call that teasing?", Alhaitham mused, chuckling a bit.
Both his chuckle and his moans were so rare, so precious and so damn hot.
He resumed his position behind Kaveh, who followed him closely with his eyes, watching his every move, and could only imagine how grotesque it must look, how contorted he laid there, ass up and head turned so that he could eat him up in all his glory.
Fuck, he was so pretty. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Alhaitham took his dick by the base, just pressing the tip into Kaveh's entrance, mixing his precum with the juices flowing out. This alone was enough to make Kaveh moan, he was weak and he knew it. But he couldn't help it, every fiber of his body screamed, wanting everything this man would give him.
Humming, Alhaitham pumped his cock one, two times, before guiding him up his ass and then gliding through his folds, touching his clit. Kaveh fucking vibrated, continuously spilling incoherent words and sighs.
"Could you just fuck me already?", he whined after numerous tortures of Alhaitham's dick kissing his entrance but then not pushing it in.
"What did you say?", he grabbed his hips harshly, pulling him back a bit.
Kaveh frowned, "Could you please just fuck me already?".
Alhaitham sighed and shook his head, but then lowered it. This fucker spit on his cock, spread it with his hand and finally pushed himself in. But he wasn't slow with it, punishing Kaveh for his loose tongue and thrusting forward until he bottomed out.
Kaveh groaned both in pain and in pleasure. The sensation of Alhaitham finally stretching him out a bit and filling him so perfectly mixed with the sting of how big he was and how unprepared he felt, not having known Alhaitham would go all the way in one motion.
"Fuck," the gray haired man sighed under his breath, gripping the hips in front of him even tighter.
Hearing this word coming out of the 'feeble scholars' mouth, almost nothing more than a groan, was something else. Kaveh wanted to move, to change the pain into nothing but satisfaction. But he's locked tight in Alhaitham's grip.
"Fucking move!".
Alhaitham grewled and lowered himself, taking his tied wrists in one head and shoved Kaveh's head more into the couch with the over, pulling himself a bit out of his cunt with this motion.
"You're not in the position to order me around," he reminded him, smirking a little bit before thrusting forward harshly.
Again, for the seemingly millionth time this evening, this fucking out of person behavior that drove Kaveh crazy and let him drool a bit on the couch. Who could've guessed he was so bossy in bed?
Alhaitham maintained this position, pistoning into him and groaning every now and then. But it wasn't enough, all of this wasn't enough for Kaveh. His pussy was clenching around him, drinking up everything, every stroke against his sensitive walls. But he craved more.
"Harder!", he cried out, ignoring what Alhaitham said.
But he said nothing, obeyed and used more of his strength with every stroke, pulling a moan out of him with every one.
It was too much to bear, how much he craved to cum again. Anyway, he held himself back, wanting to cum with Alhaitham together. But it was hard, his hot body being so close and hearing him grunt above him was clouding his mind and pooling his lust in his lower belly.
Alhaitham yanked him up by his hair and wrists, using the momentum of his movement to hoist him up into a kneeling position right in front of him, pulling the blondes head back on his shoulder and being closer than before.
Kaveh opened his mouth, not being able to say anything about how good he felt and how much he wanted this. Haitham was still fucking into him roughly, letting go his wrists and using the new position to sneak his hand to the front and circling his clit.
"Ah", was everything he managed to say.
Every movement made Kaveh tremble more, every kiss on his shoulder heated up his sweaty body even more, every thrust making his pussy even wetter. He was enjoying all of this too much, eyes closing in a bliss, little shocks of desire and lust pulsing through his body, right to his core.
"You're feeling so good", Alhaitham whispered against his skin, "So wet just for me".
Oh, he shouldn't praise him, he was crumbling in his arms. Kaveh whined, which made Alhaitham smile. He felt his teeth grazing on his shoulder, slightly pulling on his skin.
"Are you ready to cum for me?".
"Make me", Kaveh was ready to beg, to do everything, "Fuck me harder and I'll cum for you - please".
Alhaitham let go of his hair, closing his hand around his throat while the other applied a bit more pressure onto his clit. Archons, he played Kaveh like a fucking instrument, somehow knowing everything what would push him more to his climax.
"As you wish".
Somehow his thrusts really were even harder, faster and with the friction of Haitham's fingers on his most sensitive spot, it didn't take him long to greet his release a second time. The strong arms wrapped around his body kept him from collapsing, his knees softening as he trembled. Alhaitham was relentless, fucking him through his orgasm while his thrusts became sloppier and his moans grew louder. Kaveh head was heavy while he drank up his release, his attention flowing from Alhaitham's moans, to his hands, to his thrusts.
"Oh, fuck," and with that, Alhaitham also came, pumping his cum into him, painting his walls with it, still not stopping with his movements.
Only when the moans from both turned into exhausted breathless gasps he slowed down as well. Kaveh turned his head as far as the hand on his neck would allow, smiling blissfully at his roommate, who also moved to look at him before kissing him on the lips.