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Alhaitham had always tried to make a quiet, simple life for himself. He set boundaries at work and was given more agreeable hours so he was at the office for the same amount of time each day. By remaining committed to only a few things at a time, such as his work and time spent with his loved ones, clutter and noise fell away from his life. In keeping his life small and peaceful, it allowed time for things such as a regular exercise routine and reading for pleasure.
At the moment, he chose to spend his free time on the latter of the two. A bookmark was laid between the pages of his current novel. Upon completing the last line of the chapter, Alhaitham closed it and set it atop his lap. He stretched, leaning his head back and letting his eyes fall shut as he did so. Since the story was nearing its end, he figured it was time to start looking for the next book listed on his fiction to-read list. While he waited for it to arrive, the non-fiction text on the electromagnetic spectrum was sure to entertain him.
The mug closest to him had been empty for a length of time. Due to being so enthralled by his literature, he’d failed to notice. It was reason enough to set his book to the side and go brew a new cup of tea. His body greatly appreciated the movement after being stagnant for so long. While waiting for the kettle to heat atop the stove, Alhaitham raised himself on the platforms of his feet to stretch his legs further. He patiently waited for the beginning of the familiar whistle, which didn’t take long. The sound of the kettle nearly covered up the commotion at his front door. Had he been wearing his headphones, he might not have heard anything at all.
After deciding the water was hot enough, the kettle was removed from the heat of the stove. Careful not to spill hot water on himself, Alhaitham filled his mug and dropped a tea sachet inside. He was in the middle of watching the infusion when arms wrapped around his waist and squeezed. Cyno’s body was pressed up against him in a way that would be impossible had he not removed his helmet. Alhaitham was proved correct when he turned around and was met with the familiar ivory hair. The shorter man angled his head upward, allowing Alhaitham to see his bright, crimson eyes.
“I do hope th–”
Before he could finish his sentence, Alhaitham was brought down into a bruising kiss. Taken aback, the first few moments were a sloppy clash of teeth and mismatched lips. It would’ve hurt more without the adrenaline spike his body released. Nonetheless, they both eventually found a rhythm that had their mouths working with instead of against each other.
Cyno broke their contact. Alhaitham didn’t get the chance to whine at the loss of contact with how quickly Cyno moved. He pushed himself against the counter, then lifted himself so he was seated on the edge. Perfect height for Alhaitham to slot himself between Cyno’s legs and keep kissing him, which is exactly what he did. Cyno encouraged the action and invited him in, even lacing his fingers in the hair behind Alhaitham’s head to tug him forward.
Keeping up with his aggressive streak, he surged his tongue into Alhaitham’s mouth with brute force. As tough as it all seemed, Cyno’s actions spelled out his desperation. The way he licked the back of Alhaitham’s teeth and the insides of his teeth, biting and sucking on his tongue; it was all done frantically and without his usual precision. Even the way he pulled Alhaitham towards himself was less dominant and more reminiscent of comfort-seeking behavior.
As much as Alhaitham enjoyed the moment, he was human and therefore needed oxygen in order to stay conscious. He put a few inches between them and gave a small chuckle at the way Cyno tried to chase after him. “Someone’s needy.”
“That would be because I need you.” Cyno looked at him, unimpressed. Clearly, he didn’t share Alhaitham’s humorous sentiment. “You have one minute to get me into the bedroom.”
“And if I don’t?” His voice was teasing, if a bit challenging.
Still, Cyno was having none of it. “I suggest you do. Sheets are much easier to wash than your wooden flooring.” Ah. The idea of doing it on the floor sounded appealing in fantasy, but what Cyno said about the logistics of cleanup was true.
Rolling his eyes, he picked Cyno up by the backs of his thighs. Strong arms wrapped around his neck and Cyno curled into him, leaving kisses and nips across any flesh he could reach. Though the bedroom was rapidly approaching, his partner’s actions made Alhaitham seriously consider the pros and cons of indulging right then and there. He wasn’t a weak man, but the way the tip of Cyno’s tongue flicked across bite marks made his resolve crumble more with each passing second.
He shouldered open the door to his bedroom and didn’t bother to close it. It wasn’t like anyone else was there at the moment. They were free to fill the empty space of the home however they wished and Alhaitham intended to take full advantage of that.
By letting go of his hold, Cyno fell a short distance onto the mattress. However, when Alhaitham crawled on top of him and leaned in, he was pushed away. He raised an eyebrow. Cyno huffed and began to undress himself. After a moment, he impatiently gestured for Alhaitham to do the same. The taller man complied only because he would be reprimanded for trying to do anything else. Their clothing fell to the floor in a pile that they would have to sort through later. Thankfully, later wasn’t the present moment.
Only when he was fully undressed, socks and all, was Alhaitham welcomed back into Cyno’s personal space. His first act was one of revenge; he immediately went for his partner’s collarbone and began to bite and suck marks into the skin. Muffled moans and fingers carding through his hair encouraged him to keep going. His actions stopped when he felt satisfied that the two of them were even. He leaned up only for Cyno to make a noise of protest, moving Alhaitham’s hand himself to the area between his legs.
“You’re so impatient today.” He rubbed and circled Cyno’s clit with his middle and index fingers. “I feel like I should teach you proper manners before rewarding you.”
“Haitham.” Cyno’s hands wrapped around Alhaitham’s bicep with a vice grip. The way he looked – desperate , as if he would fall apart if denied pleasure – made Alhaitham pause. He realized his mistake when Cyno’s eyes widened anxiously and quickly continued to rub the sensitive region.
“How do you ask for things?”
Cyno swallowed. “Please.”
“Good,” he praised, shoving his fingers inside. Cyno bit his lip to muffle any and all sounds that fell out of him. Alhaitham’s brows furrowed. Usually, his partner was vocal to an unashamed degree. His fingers pushed in and out, in and out in an attempt to draw noises out of Cyno by force. “What do you say when you get what you want?”
His partner’s gaze was glassed over. Distant, in a way. There, but not truly so. Even though his hips and body rocked with the motion Alhaitham was giving him, it was without purpose.
“I… what?”
He slowed the speed of his thrusting. As expected, this time Cyno didn’t complain. Alhaitham doubted he even realized anything was changing. “What do you say when you get what you want,” he repeated.
“Ah, um… I… I don’t…”
Alhaitham gently shushed his partner as he pulled his hand away. He plucked a tissue from the nightstand and wiped his hand dry of slick. “It’s alright, you’re okay, ya ‘albi.” He pressed a soft kiss to his partner’s cheek. “I’ll go get you some water.”
Padding to the kitchen to fetch the water, he thought about all the small tells that added up. The aggressive desperation, the impatience, forcing himself to be quiet… It all came together to form the bigger picture: Cyno had been on the verge of dissociation since he stepped foot into the home. His lover wasn’t one to discuss his issues so openly and, the way Alhaitham understood it, tried to ground himself with physical intimacy. Before he could mentally reprimand himself, cool water cascading over his hand broke him from his thoughts. The tap was turned off and a portion of the water poured into the sink.
When he returned, the door was only open by a crack. Clearly, whoever was inside felt too vulnerable. Alhaitham wouldn’t be surprised if only his clothes still remained on the floor, nor would he be upset about it. Cyno’s consent wasn’t always shared and Alhaitham was more than willing to respect that.
He tapped his knuckles against the door in a manner he hoped wouldn’t frighten the other party. An affirmative hum came from inside, inviting him to enter. The door was opened wide enough for him to slip inside.
It wasn’t hard for him to tell who was the current occupant of his partner’s body. Two golden piercings adorned each of their ears. In addition, a golden chain adorned with purple gemstones hung from their neck. Even their posture gave them away. Cyno’s posture was good, but the way he stood made him look frozen and stiff. The person in front of Alhaitham, on the other hand, was far more relaxed. Although a portion of sheets covered their lap, they sat up with their weight onto their hands, placed behind them. If that wasn’t enough, even the way they addressed Alhaitham was a giveaway.
“The Scribe. I suppose I have you to thank for my current state of…” They looked at their lap, the clothes on the floor, Alhaitham’s groin, until finally their half-lidded eyes met his. “...indecency.”
Alhaitham shrugged, walking over and handing them the glass of water. “For your health.”
They took the glass and scoffed. “He acts as if he cares for me after he admits he abandoned me, undressed and in his bed.” For all their talk, they still drank half of the contents before setting the cup on the nightstand. “I do hope you have prepared an excuse for your acts of offense.”
Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Alhaitham knelt before the other. It seemed unexpected to them with the way they peered over their crossed legs to look at him. Their shock quickly dissipated and was instead replaced with expectancy. They flicked the foot of their top leg as if it would urge Alhaitham to speak sooner. As he took their foot in his hold, he could feel tiny vibrations of excitement.
To start, he kissed the top of their foot before looking up at them. “Lord Hermanubis.” Hearing their name in his voice, they shivered. “Please accept my sincerest apologies for leaving your side. I meant not to offend you, but to provide care for your body. I humbly ask for your forgiveness.”
Hermanubis’s eyebrows raised slightly and they stole a quick glance at the glass they were given. After his apology, their gaze softened down on him. They nudged his chin higher with the tips of their toes. “What a considerate lover you are, Scribe Alhaitham. However, a simple verbal apology will not cover the full extent of your transgressions.” Before any questions could be asked, they uncrossed their legs and spread them wide. “You did leave me in quite the state of need. For full forgiveness, I demand you take responsibility for your actions. Understood?”
The back of his hair was stroked all the while Hermanubis spoke. The way the god moved was an obvious attempt to tease him. Their actions were slow, only revealing just enough with the sheet that covered their lap. Alhaitham gritted his teeth and willed himself not to fall victim to the bait. Not trusting himself enough to speak, he nodded to show his comprehension. With that, Hermanubis pulled their covering all the way off and allowed Alhaitham to dive in.
He all but lunged forward, buried his face into their thighs and instantly mouthed at their dripping cunt. His hands forced their legs apart so they wouldn’t crush his skull between their powerful thighs. With room to work, he lapped a stripe over their entrance all the way to the tip of their clit. To his disappointment, they removed Cyno’s piercing.
With nothing to tug on, he was forced to get creative in his technique. The tip of his tongue trailed across their swollen clit. He heard a gasp when their clit was all of a sudden surrounded by the warmth of his mouth. As he began to suck, the grip in his hair got tighter and their legs pushed harder against his hold. Alhaitham’s setup was a success; Hermanubis was practically writhing under his efforts. Once enough tension built, he could put forth the final stage of his plan – his teeth.
He pulled back and panted, spreading hot air across Hermanubis’s pussy. He waited until the god realized he was stalling, about to tell him to get back to work, to dive in once more. Only, this time, he wrapped his lips around their clit and gently let his teeth graze them on the upstroke. The reaction was instantaneous; Hermanubis let out a high-pitched moan and shoved Alhaitham’s face impossibly closer. He let go of their legs, and Alhaitham’s head was promptly wedged between their thighs. It was moderately suffocating, but a little bit of erotic asphyxiation never hurt anyone. They rolled their hips into his face, riding his tongue. If he said he didn’t find it hot to be used for his partner’s pleasure like that, he would be one of the biggest liars in Sumeru.
He tried his best to breathe but it was rather difficult when his nose was flush against his lover’s bush. Thankfully, just when he thought he was about to meet his end, Hermanubis cried out a warning. After not even a second, their legs were shaking and their core was tensing. Like a good follower, Alhaitham allowed them to take whatever they needed from him. Their climax relaxed their muscles and he was finally able to break away with a gasp. He panted, his forehead resting on one of their knees, and waited for them to recover.
Their signal was tipping his chin up and leaning down to kiss him. Unlike the kiss he shared with Cyno, this one was gentle and took its time. Hermanubis’s tongue lapped up any taste of themself that remained on Alhaitham, and he let them.
“Haitham.” And oh, the way they said his name as if it tasted like honey and yogurt did things to him. “Join me in our bed, will you not? Please.”
He did as they asked, the way Hermanubis said ‘our bed’ echoing in his head as he went. He climbed atop the bed, the mattress dipping with his added weight. They put a hand on the center of his chest and pressed, gently urging him to lay back, before he had the chance to speak. Soon enough, with Hermanubis straddling him, he rested his hands on their hips. His thumbs rubbed gentle circles into their hips and they relaxed into the touch.
“Do I have more to do until I am forgiven?” He asked, teasing.
They caught on and replied, good-naturedly, “No. You were forgiven the moment you knelt before me.” Their hands laid over his while they rocked their hips. Leftover slick rubbed against Alhaitham’s skin, but he found he didn’t mind all that much. “I never said we would be finished after you satisfied me.”
Watching them lift up and position his erection at their entrance, he raised an eyebrow. “Is that so? In that case, take what you will.” He supported their weight as they sat on him. His moan was low and full, whereas theirs was still muffled by their teeth holding onto their lip. Reaching up, Alhaitham tugged it free.
“I–”
“We’re alone. Sing for me.” It was a calculated risk, making demands of a god, but Alhaitham was fairly good at mathematics.
With a small nod, they let out a quiet moan, as if to test the waters. A few moments passed and nothing happened. A small roll of their hips, and Hermanubis allowed their next sound of pleasure to ring out louder. He squeezed their hips as an alternative to verbal praise.
Each time Hermanubis raised and lowered themself, Alhaitham could see the outline of his member stretched against their skin. He reached out to trace it, his fingertips stationary as his partner began to pick up speed. Even his hand seemed disproportionately large against them. Thinking about the difference in their sizes made him twitch. It didn’t go unnoticed.
“Ah- Ah- Alhaitham…”
“Yes, my Lord?” He gave a stronger thrust as he said it, drinking in their yelp.
“Sp- ohhh… Speak. Wh- what’s on your m- mmn -ind?”
Honesty was the best policy, right? “I can see myself in-inside you.”
Hermanubis hadn’t noticed, based on the way their eyes shot down to their stomach. They moaned, though still not as vocal as Cyno, and ran a hand over the stretched skin. Momentarily, they stopped bouncing on his cock so they could feel it on the outside. Fingertips glided along the bulge, from the top to where Alhaitham and they were connected via their cunt. Alhaitham took the opportunity to press against Hermanubis’s lower stomach. They gasped, their walls squeezing around him.
“So big…” they breathed. “Have you grown since we’ve last spoken? I don’t… remember…”
In lieu of answering, Alhaitham gave a shallow thrust, making his partner squeal. They took the hint and fucked themself on Alhaitham’s cock. Each raise and lower, they climbed higher before falling back down. It wasn’t much longer until they were at the top of his shaft, raised right above his tip to where he was barely inside. That time, when they slammed their hips down, they clenched around him in timed pulses. With a few circles of their hips, they were repeating their previous actions.
“You- unh- take me so well,” he groaned. “You look- oh!- beautiful, so full of- of me.” Hermanubis said nothing in response. Instead, the way their actions picked up power and speed told Alhaitham that they’d heard his praises. Seeing them ride him with so much fervor, feeling their walls contract around him, watching his dick bulge underneath their skin with every drop… He wasn’t going to last much longer, not at all.
“Close,” he said through gritted teeth.
They lifted off of him shortly after his warning. Wrapping a fist around his shaft, they vigorously stroked him. His moans and the wet sound of Hermanubis jerking him off reverberated against the walls of the bedroom. Their grip became tighter the higher their hand rose, only for it to slide all the way back down in the next second. Precum dribbled out of his slit only to be used as extra lubricant. Each stroke of their fist made heat and pleasure pressurize further in Alhaitham’s stomach.
“Come on, come on…” Hermanubis pleaded. “I want you to cum. I want to taste you.” They looked him in the eye, as if he had complete and utter control over whether he came or not.
Still, hearing his partner – the god, Hermanubis – beg for his orgasm was one of the hottest things Alhaitham had ever bore witness to. The pressure was too much to withstand. “What– ngh- do you say when you- oharchons- want something?”
They took a few seconds to answer, making Alhaitham worried that he wouldn’t last long enough to pull off his plan. “Please, Scribe Alhaitham, can I have your cum?”
Just like that, the dam broke. Alhaitham’s back arched off of the bed, his cock pulsing and shooting out sticky white ropes. Through his hazy vision, he was able to see his partner waiting with their tongue outstretched, their face covered in his spend. If he didn’t have a refractory period, he would’ve been ready to go again after seeing that. As it was, his body fell back onto the bed and he started on catching his breath.
He reached over and grabbed the tissue box on the nightstand. Hermanubis was at his side, which made wiping the cum off of their face easier. They leaned in to give Alhaitham a tender kiss, which the man happily accepted.
He opened his mouth, but they quickly beat him to the punch. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Now, may I get up to fetch us a washrag, my Lord? Or will my absence offend you?” They huffed and playfully swatted him on the shoulder while he got up. It wasn’t long before he returned with a washcloth, damp with warm water. Hermanubis melted into the touch as Alhaitham wiped them down. He started with their face before cleaning slick off of the insides of their thighs. Flipping the rag to the other side, Alhaitham quickly wiped himself clean of any residue. The used cloth was thrown into the dirty laundry hamper before Alhaitham settled into bed with Hermanubis.
“Are you alright?” He asked. His arm rested lazily over their hip. Not pulling nor forcing them to him, simply allowing the weight to ground their body.
“Work,” Hermanubis said, simply. “It would be better to ask Cyno, I feel.”
He nodded, humming. Getting Cyno to admit to any kind of unwellness was a task similar to pulling teeth, but if it had to be done then it had to be done.
“I find it funny,” they said, their hand drawing patterns on his chest, “that someone who says he does not revere gods willingly bowed before one.”
“You misunderstand.” He took their hand in his, a gentle grasp rather than a grip. “I wasn’t on my knees because a god commanded it of me.” A gentle kiss is placed on their knuckles. “I bowed because my lover asked me to.”