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There he was.
Exactly as Cyno said. Of course, the general had said it as a joke, but really, Kaveh was… More than desperate. He needed to try out everything.
So now, he was standing in front of the full length mirror in his room, wearing what was probably the shortest skirt he’s ever seen and owned. With nothing underneath.
When Cyno joked about it, he was tipsy. No, not even— He was full on drunk, out of his mind. And Tighnari just kept feeding into the idea. Their words were ringing in Kaveh’s head:
He won’t be able to ignore you if you’re wearing a skirt.
He’s surely going to make a move on you if it’s a really short skirt.
He is only a man, I bet he will love it even more if you’re not going to wear underwear.
My sweet Archons, Kaveh thought. Was he really doing this? This had to be impossible. Alhaitham was not… Like the others. He did not look like the type of guy to really be attracted only by someone’s body. Sigh, yet Kaveh was here, exposing so much of his skin that he felt embarrassed, trying to get his roommate to do something. Anything.
And it was time for the scribe to come back from work anyway— So that’s when Kaveh shyly walked out of his room, feeling so bare, as if he was on full display. Not wearing anything under a skirt was really a new sensation, that Kaveh did not know could feel so obscene.
This was probably a stupid idea. Why was he even doing this? Because Cyno and Tighnari said so? Fuck… This was actually insane. The blonde boy was about to go and change his clothes when he suddenly heard movement behind him, startling him. His body jolted and his face flushed.
“…Kaveh?”
This was bad. This was really bad.
“Alhaitham… Ah… I was just…”
He was just trying to seduce you, yes.
“What are you… wearing?” The younger man’s eyes drift over Kaveh’s body. He was wearing his usual, pretty white button down that showed a generous amount of cleavage; Something that Alhaitham noticed every single time. He noticed the little details that Kaveh was sweetly and subtly changing in his outfits, usually. But this? This was a lot of change, even for how spontaneous and unpredictable the architect could be. And Alhaitham wasn’t exactly surprised, but man, was he intrigued.
Needless to say, Kaveh was a mess.
“Don’t look at me!”
The blonde snapped, backing away all shy and embarrassed that Alhaitham actually saw him like this. This was such a bad idea. Fuck Cyno and fuck Tighnari. And fuck Kaveh himself for thinking this could actually make Alhaitham interested in him and not weirded out. He felt his teal eyes all over him, he felt so judged.
The scribe only chuckled. Which was unusual for him. Great, now he must think that Kaveh was some sort of creepy idiot that loved crossdressing.
“Wait, Kaveh, no—” His face turns more serious once he notices the blonde boy backing off, tripping on one of his own blueprints and falling down onto the floor, on his back. That was not funny, he could be hurt, but Archons, it was so typical for this boy to fall due to his own mess.
Kaveh only backed away, still down on the floor, his back pressed against the wall as he dragged his knees to his chest, hugging them close and looking away.
“Just— Why are you home?!”
“This is my house. And I think I should be the one asking the questions, no?”
He gets closer. He kneels down onto the floor, so his face could be on the same level as Kaveh’s. His eyes wander on the architect’s body again and that’s when he sees it. Fuck, he wishes he didn’t see it, but he took a peek under his skirt. He was wearing nothing underneath.
All he saw was his roommate’s pretty, pink and squished pussy lips, as well as his plush inner thighs.
Alhaitham’s cheeks got hotter all of a sudden and he quickly looked away, praying that Kaveh did not notice. The last thing he wanted was to make him even more embarrassed than he already was. Did he… Do this on purpose?
“Are you okay?”
He gets closer, and Kaveh wants to evaporate. He wants to disappear so bad.
“No— No, Alhaitham, I am not okay… Fuck, just please go, don’t you have a book to read?”
Alhaitham would normally go to his room and read, yes. But this was far better than any book. He just couldn’t help but steal glances in between Kaveh’s legs. And soon, he found himself getting closer to the boy, until he was only inches away. He unconsciously placed his hands on Kaveh’s knees and smiled.
“You are always so difficult, Kaveh. Did you wear this for me?”
He was so blunt. Kaveh hated when the scribe was like that. But what he hated the most about this whole ordeal was that Alhaitham was right.
“And to think…”
He stops talking as his palms press down on Kaveh’s knees, a slight smirk on his face. He pulls the boy’s legs apart in a swift motion and doesn’t feel any remorse in looking at his private parts. If only he knew what Kaveh was hiding in between his legs, he would’ve stopped with that agonizing pining long ago.
“That’s what you were hiding from me all this time?” His eyes are practically glued on Kaveh’s pussy.
“Haitham, what the fuck—“
Kaveh squeals when Alhaitham forces his legs apart. It was so into his nature to make the prettiest sounds. High pitched and soft.
“What is the point of wearing a skirt if you’re not wearing anything underneath?”
He seems genuinely curious about that. Yet pleased.
“Stop looking so much… I just thought… Ugh, nevermind.”
His breath hitches. Why would he even embarrass himself further by trying to explain himself? It was stupid anyway.
“No, tell me. Use your words, Kaveh. You’re always the one to do all the talking.”
Alhaitham more of encourages him and if encouraging means throwing in a bit of teasing, then so be it. Why would he not do that when it made Kaveh so flustered? It was a good look on him and such a gorgeous sight for the younger man.
“I thought… That you’d… Like it… It was dumb—“ He tries to close his legs. At this point, he just wants to lock himself in his room, get in bed, cry about it and curse both Cyno and his stupid foxian boyfriend. Why would he ever even take advice from them? They were practically married and they didn’t know how it was to live with Alhaitham.
Yeah, he tries to get up but that’s just a failed attempt as Alhaitham’s grip tightened on Kaveh’s knees and pushed the boy back down, his eyes glancing at his cunt before looking his senior in the eyes.
“You wore this for me?” He repeats the question that Kaveh had ignored earlier. The architect bites his lips. He always does this when Alhaitham points out the obvious.
This was probably the best time for him to shoot his shot. But he chose to stay quiet.
“Can I have a better look… Down there?”
The scribe looks more than intrigued to have a closer look. A few beads of sweat are scattered over his forehead and his eyebrows are furrowed into a slight frown.
“You— Are you crazy…?”
“I just… I want to see it, please. Your pussy.”
He really didn’t have to say it like that. It just made Kaveh’s brain melt into his skull and unfortunately, Alhaitham’s words went right to his cunt.
But how could Kaveh deny Alhaitham of this request when he even said ‘please’?
“O-okay… Just a look…”
“I’d prefer to not do this on the floor, though.”
“Why’re you picky now?!”
“Kaveh… Get off the floor. I want to see it properly, not like this.”
He demands now? How typical of him! It made Kaveh angry for a second, but soon he just realized what he actually got himself into. Was Cyno’s suggestion really working…?
“Okay… Fuck, Haitham…”
Alhaitham however, is impatient. So impatient that he finds himself picking Kaveh up with ease, throwing the blonde over his shoulder as he carried him towards the couch.
“Why do you have to do it like this?! Do you really have no respect for your senior—“ He begins, as always. At this point, it was just a habit.
“Do you always have to be so loud?”
Alhaitham sighs as he carefully sets the boy onto the couch, spreading his legs once again and getting in between, his face dangerously close.
“It’s normally this… Wet…?”
Kaveh wanted the Earth to swallow him. Right now, if possible.
“It’s so cute… It looks so squishy. Can I… Touch it?”
Kaveh bit onto his lips, his hands shaking a little bit as he grabbed his own thighs to keep them apart.
“Yeah… But— Haitham, be gentle with it…”
He sounded like he was begging. But Alhaitham didn’t spare another thought. He mindlessly pressed his fingers on Kaveh’s pussy lips and he spread them apart, exposing his tight hole. It was dripping wet.
“Kaveh… Fuck… You look so beautiful like this…”
Kaveh’s breath was heavy already. He couldn’t believe that he was keeping his legs apart for his roommate as he was quite literally inspecting his dripping cunt. This was not how he imagined his evening would go, but fuck, here he was and he was not regretting anything anymore.
“Haitham—“
He is cut off by Alhaitham’s thumb gently rubbing onto his clit, experimentally, just to know what it felt like— Mainly for his roommate. And when he heard the sweet sounds pouring out of his pretty mouth like honey, Alhaitham knew that he couldn’t just stop at that. He wanted more. He wanted to hear more of Kaveh’s little whines and he wanted to see more of his reactions.
“Are you really this sensitive?”
“No, Alhaitham— Obviously not.” He speaks, sarcastically, his voice shaking and his lips trembling. His body was so tense from just having Alhaitham’s fingers barely brush against his clit.
Alhaitham laughs at that.
“Can I finger you?”
This was escalating a lot faster than Kaveh could ever process. But he nods. His face is flushed a warm shade of red and he still nods, desperate for more.
“Please…” Kaveh’s whisper can be heard as Alhaitham lightly presses his thumb down on his clit again, looking for any sort of reaction. And he soon gets it, when Kaveh’s body jolts up.
Alhaitham spits down onto his cunt, lubing it up— As if Kaveh even needed it with how unbelievably wet he already was. But he knew that his senior had some fucked up fantasies and he liked being treated like that.
“You sound like a little slut, Kaveh.”
Kaveh’s body was aching. He leaned into the touch as he threw his head back, his eyes rolling in pleasure. Yeah, Alhaitham knew that already. He figured it out a while ago, on one of the nights when Kaveh was drunk out of his mind. And this was the opportune moment, he thought.
“You’re such a whore. Why would you wait home for me in this stupidly small skirt? With your needy pussy out. Are you that desperate?”
Alhaitham goes harder, pushing Kaveh to his limits. Well, he didn’t really know the limits, but how else would he find out if not like this? But ah, Kaveh seemed to enjoy that, as his body immediately relaxed into the touch and his pussy loosened up, allowing Alhaitham to thrust one finger inside and fuck it into him, getting a few squelching, wet noises out of it.
“Hear just how hungry your little cunt is for my touch? So fucking obscene.”
“Haitham… Mmh… Haitham, please—“
“Please what, whore? Did I allow you to beg?”
That’s when Kaveh lost it, moans slipping out of his lips as Alhaitham used the opportunity to slide yet another finger in, curling them up inside Kaveh, finding that sweet, sweet spot of his that turned his brain off and abusing it until he felt how much his cunt tightened around his fingers. Kaveh was clenching so hard that it was squeezing Alhaitham’s fingers in, making it hard for him to thrust.
“Who would’ve thought my senior would be such a dumb little whore? You always demand me to respect you, but you spread your legs so easily for me. Waiting for me to come home and find you bent over the table, wearing no panties? Is this what you wanted?”
Kaveh’s face was so flushed, his eyes teary and his mouth wide open as he was moaning loudly for Alhaitham. His thighs began to shake and fuck, was he into it so badly. If Kaveh knew all it would take was to wear the smallest skirt in his closet, he would’ve done this sooner.
“Fuck, Haitham— Fuck… I am close— Please…”
Alhaitham smirks. He knows. And so he keeps doing what he does better: Tease Kaveh.
He was now three fingers deep into his roommate’s tight cunt, the wet sounds that it made going straight to his cock that was painfully hard. His other hand was pressing onto Kaveh’s lower abdomen, applying pressure.
Then, he stopped thrusting his fingers.
Kaveh’s brain stopped working.
“No— No, Haitham, please— Don’t stop, I need to cum… I want to cum so badly, please keep going… Please.”
“Fuck yourself on my fingers, hayati.”
Upon hearing that, Kaveh swore that something inside of him went numb and he just mindlessly began squirming, trying so hard to fuck himself on Alhaitham’s fingers so he could ride his orgasm out, his thighs shaking and his knees weak. He kept on rutting against the younger man’s hand, finally letting those tears fall down his flushed cheeks. His body tenses up and he arches his back when he finally cums, a warmth surrounding his body.
The architect is out of breath, his thighs still trembling as he allowed himself to feel the pleasure for just a little bit more.
“You’re… Incredibly beautiful, Kaveh…”
“Haitham… What the hell— Fuck me. Please, fuck me dumb, Haitham.”
Alhaitham smiles too sweetly despite all the deranged things he was thinking about doing to Kaveh. This was going to be a long evening.