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It was all over. Sumeru had been rescued from the heinous plans of the Akademiya, and their archon was finally free to do as she wished. Kaveh came home. Everything is fine – excluding the new weight of being named Acting Grand Sage – and Alhaitham can finally, finally –
Get a good night of sleep. Seriously.
For anyone else, this might not have mattered as much, but this was Alhaitham , routine was everything to him. He went to bed early, slept well through the night, and got up at 7 every day, without ever missing a step. Being kept from a good night's rest was infuriating – there was a reason he locked Kaveh out when he went out for drinks (drunk people are loud ) and never took work home to do overnight. He didn't exactly care about losing a few nights of sleep for the sake of Sumeru, but he was more than grateful to finally be able to go back to his old ways.
When he finally got under the covers, he allowed himself a sigh of relief. Finally, he was in bed before 10 P.M. He didn't even shift around for a comfortable position, because just being on his own bed, inside his house – Kaveh in the next room over doing whatever it was he did – was more comforting than anything else he could imagine. He fell asleep just like that. Laying on his back, bathing under the soft moonlight that slipped through the strange patterned curtains Kaveh insisted he had to get a few months back.
It was comfortable.
-
"Haitham.." Someone was cradling his face, a hand holding him by the cheek, warm and gentle. His body was rocking, but he couldn't really tell why. Was he on a boat? If he opened his eyes, maybe he could tell.
"Haitham, look at me." The person was calling out to him, voice tauntingly familiar. If he just opened his eyes..
But no matter how much he tried, it was fruitless. He turned his face towards the voice, and opened his mouth to tell them of his dilemma, but all that he managed to do was whine, words failing him.
"It's okay. Don't be afraid. Open your eyes."
Where did he know that voice from? It was really so familiar.. Everything was just so fuzzy, Alhaitham felt like he was floating on a cloud.
"Just look at me. " The voice shifted, suddenly switching from caring to bossy, and he found himself furrowing his brows, opening his mouth to argue back–
And then his eyes opened.
And above him was Kaveh.
Kaveh. Beautiful, irritating Kaveh.
He isn't wearing a shirt, Alhaitham thought blankly. And then his body caught up with his brain because, oh wait, he isn't wearing anything, because we're having sex.
He felt the blood rushing to his face at the realization. What in the world..?
"Oh, you finally opened them. Good morning, sweetheart." Kaveh smiled down at him, not ceasing his movement for even a second, continuing to thrust inside him. Every second Alhaitham felt a little more aware. Of the heat curling in his stomach, the strange feeling of fullness that consumed his thoughts, the warm, calloused hands of an artist gripping his hips.
"I.. Wha..?" He managed to speak – and that was startling, considering he couldn't just a few seconds ago. Kaveh chuckled at the shock and confusion on his face. It was rare for Alhaitham to express himself this openly, but it was also rare for him to find himself with Kaveh's dick inside him.
"How's this for a good morning surprise?" He was smug, slowing his thrusts down to roll his hips, and oh– Alhaitham could swear he saw stars.
He hadn't ever.. done something like this. Much less with Kaveh. But whenever he imagined it, it was exactly like this. Warm, loving, tender.
Kaveh threaded his fingers in gray hair, pushing his sweaty bangs off his forehead.
"You look so beautiful, Haitham. I wish I could capture something like this on a canvas." He pressed a kiss against Alhaitham's exposed forehead. "But you wouldn't allow it, would you?"
"Don't.." He panted. "..be ridiculous.."
Even so, Kaveh smiled. And he leaned in, slowly, slowly– slower than anything, lips nearing his...
"Kiss me," Alhaitham begged, because really, this was all he's been wanting, and Kaveh smiled.
"Whatever you want."
-
Alhaitham woke up. Sunlight streamed in from the window beside him, like always. His door was shut, like always. He was alone, like always.
He blinked at his sheets for a moment, studying the embroidery pattern. Slowly, he rose his knees up and rested his forehead on them. His face burned red.
Was that a dream ? Now that he thought about it, he'd heard people raving about dreams around the city– but he hadn't stopped to think he might have one himself. But that definitely.. wasn't real.
Alhaitham didn't know much about dreams. The people of Sumeru didn't dream, and he didn't care enough to spend time looking into it, but he still remembered the few books he'd read that mentioned it–
It isn't uncommon to find yourself dreaming about someone you are infatuated with, or even someone you hate. Dreams are affected by your subconscious thoughts, and therefore, if you spend prolonged amounts of time thinking about someone, it's to be expected that they may make their way into your dreams.
Ha. They never said anything about fucking your annoying roommate in your dreams.
Alhaitham could feel his ears burning. Not to mention how tight his pants had suddenly become. Ugh…
-
After resolving his issue in the shower (and that was something he hadn't had to do in a long time) he hesitantly left the shelter of his room. Kaveh was in the kitchen, cooking breakfast like he usually did – he and Alhaitham would alternate on who took care of dinner, but breakfast was usually Kaveh's, just because he seemed to like doing it – and he suddenly found himself feeling stupidly embarrassed. Kaveh wouldn't know what he had dreamt about, nor would he know that Alhaitham had just finished jerking off in their shared shower (he cleaned it, but it felt wrong nonetheless) and yet he was sitting by the kitchen door, fiddling with the cable of his headset while he watched Kaveh move through the kitchen.
The other suddenly turned, and then his eyes widened, and he nearly spilled all the contents of the pot he was holding. He furrowed his brows. "Since when have you been there?"
Alhaitham kept his usual poker face. It hadn't failed him before, and it wouldn't fail him now. "Not too long."
Kaveh raised an eyebrow but went back to cooking without a word. Alhaitham kept watching. Usually, he would take care of anything he needed to get ready before work or argue with Kaveh until it was time to eat, but today he just felt like watching. Although his dream may have affected his people-watching skills. Instead of observing Kaveh's facial expressions, or his movements, his vision decided to focus entirely on Kaveh's hands.
For whatever reason, his cheeks also decided to grow warm. His thoughts betrayed him, too. While usually it would be ''his hands are calloused from holding brushes'' and ''it's as if they're permanently paint stained'', today, it was all ''his hands are pretty'' and ''I wonder how they would really feel, wrapped around my waist''. His cheeks were probably more than a little pink by now.
"You got up a little later than usual today," Kaveh commented mindlessly, making him jump and look back up to his face. Kaveh wasn't looking at him, thankfully.
"I had a dream," Alhaitham admitted, for whatever reason. Had the dream also damaged his ability to hold his tongue? Just how much was he going to humiliate himself today?
"A dream?" Kaveh called, and Alhaitham could basically see the face he was making, even with his back turned to him: eyes wide and inquisitive, one brow raised, and a smile stretching his lips.
"What kind of dream?" Kaveh eyed him over his shoulder. Well.
Alhaitham didn't answer.
"Haitham?" Kaveh called, not yet irritated, but clearly a little miffed, and oh , that was bad, because he sounded exactly like the dream Kaveh.
And well. Alhaitham, logical, rational, and reasonable as he was: dashed out the front door without a word, ignoring every curse and call of his name that followed.
-
It was noon. Noon meant it was lunch break, and lunch break meant Alhaitham could no longer mindlessly work to ignore his issues. He stared down at the sad plate of samosas on his desk. Usually, he didn't really care enough about lunch to even eat, but Kaveh always nagged him about his eating habits, and so once again Alhaitham had caved and started getting his lunch from a nearby street stall. Was the food slightly dubious? Yes, but did it really matter in the end? If it tasted decent and kept him alive it was good enough for him. He wasn't picky.
Ah, he was occupying his brain with useless things once again. Perhaps worse than actually thinking about the dream was avoiding it by thinking about his health, of all things. He wasn’t one for running from his own emotions. Even if he didn’t display them, he knew what he felt and he usually got to the root of it.
His gaze drifted to the keys on his desk. In his rush, he'd forgotten that Kaveh's keys were linked with his and took them along with him again. He hadn't even meant to. Usually, he wouldn't take Kaveh's keys unless the man had somehow gotten on his nerves or he felt like messing with him – neither of which was the case. Kaveh would probably be furious when he got home. Not that Alhaitham would mind. He's attractive when he's angry.
He blinked.
Alright, what?
This isn't his brain. This cannot be his brain. These are not thoughts that would, logically, enter Alhaitham's head at any second. Sex dreams aside, this is a total anomaly and absolutely not a normal occurrence.
Maybe he was still lingering on the dream because of the way it ended? That was an even more embarrassing thought, but still a possibility. It might pain him to admit, but his gaze had lingered on Kaveh's lips a few more times than he could actually explain away.
It wasn't as if he was in love with Kaveh though. That would be ridiculous. Just because he liked bothering him didn't mean that behavior was coming from a place of... Eugh, wouldn't that make him the equivalent of a middle school boy, pulling on the pigtails of the girl he liked to get her attention?
Anyway, that wasn't it. Alhaitham didn't like Kaveh. Maybe there was a smidge of sexual attraction, but anyone could look at Kaveh and say he was attractive. Logically, Alhaitham had probably been sexually attracted to several other people before without any emotional attachments – except he hadn't. He's never been the kind to look at someone and think they were sexually attractive in any way whatsoever. Which, to him, wasn't that odd – but to his peers who could point out people in the street and say they were 'hot', it definitely was.
Alhaitham still remembers when he had been young and pointed out a random female student to get them off his back. He didn't even like women in that way.
So. Okay. Perhaps this should be a bit more alarming than it actually was. Maybe he actually did use the forbidden knowledge capsule and this was his equivalent of going crazy. Maybe he just lost his mind.
He picked up one of the samosas. It was cold. He frowned and put it down. God, would anything be going his way today? First, he has a wet dream about Kaveh, almost spills the beans, and then runs away with his tail between his legs, and now, after finding out he's apparently in love with Kaveh–
Wait.
Is he in love with Kaveh ?
He blinks down at the miserable samosas sitting on his plate. They seem to stare back in pity. He's lost his goddamn mind, officially.
-
When he comes back home (reluctantly, later than usual), Kaveh is furious – just as he expected.
"What the hell, Alhaitham! I had to break in again ! What did I even do this time?!" Exasperated, and yet ready to be rebuffed by him. But Alhaitham says nothing. He chews the inside of his cheek and averts his gaze, so very unlike him Kaveh's shaken out of his anger.
".. Alhaitham?" The blonde tilts his head, wild locks of hair moving with him and framing his face in a way that looks so cute Alhaitham wants to jump him.
He did not need to be having these kinds of thoughts.
Kaveh stood from his place on the floor, where he'd been tinkering with his work on their coffee table, coming to stand in front of him. He tilted his head up to look Alhaitham in the eyes, and the concern in his eyes was clear enough that he almost felt a tinge of guilt.
"What's wrong? You're acting strange.."
"The dream I had," Alhaitham starts, voice a bit louder than usual. He has no idea what he's doing.
Kaveh looks flustered, but he composes himself fairly quickly. "Yeah?" He asks, a small, crooked smile on his face. Fond.
"You were in it." His cheeks warmed a little, and he desperately hoped that the lighting inside their house hid it.
Kaveh blinked at him. "I was?" His curiosity was almost audible. "What was I doing, then?" The smile on Kaveh's face was a little smug – almost knowing – and he wondered if the architect knew more than he let on.
"You.." Alhaitham's face grew even warmer, and he was sure the light couldn't hide it by now.
"Hmm?" He raised an eyebrow. "What is it, Haitham? Something you can't tell me?"
You were eating grass. You were talking to birds. You were turning into a lion. He tried to think up an excuse, anything to cover up for himself, but he couldn't bring himself to speak because.. What if this was his chance? Kaveh didn't seem disgusted, far from it. Maybe this was his shot – he didn't want to throw it away.
He took a step back when he realized how close Kaveh had come. The architect leaned in, but rather than getting on the tips of his toes, he placed a calloused hand on the back of Alhaitham's neck and pushed him down, until their faces were close enough their breaths mingled.
"Because," Kaveh murmured, his free hand coming to brush Alhaitham's bangs from his eyes, so he could look directly into both. "I think you had a wet dream about me."
Alhaitham shivered , goosebumps traveling through his whole body, his eyes widening and his cheeks so hot he wondered if he was going to spontaneously combust.
Kaveh tilted his head, eyes still on his, their noses touching and their lips just a hair's breadth away from brushing together. He slid a single finger over the exposed skin of Alhaitham's bicep, well-manicured nails just barely scraping him.
"And I think you liked it."
Alhaitham couldn't help himself. He moved forward, no thoughts, just the innate, desperate need to press his lips to Kaveh's until he ran out of breath.
The kiss was clumsy – teeth clacked together, noses bumped – but not for long, because Kaveh took charge easily. Their lips slotted together properly, one warm hand in Alhaitham's hair and the other on his hip – a gentle care that made him feel like putty, melting in Kaveh's grasp like nothing else mattered in the world.
A tongue brushed against his lips, and he opened up eagerly, happy to take anything the other had to offer. Kaveh, Kaveh.. his mind ran on a loop.
His hands – unsure, inexperienced – found their places too, on the small of Kaveh's back. Despite his smaller stature, Alhaitham could still feel lithe muscles moving underneath his grasp, and it made warmth rush through him.
"Ka-" He began when they parted, but Kaveh didn't give him room to speak, diving right back in for more.
"Wai-" Lips pressed together, hands groping anything they could reach, " Kaveh . Hold on ." Alhaitham pushed the blond away, shaky hands on his shoulders, and firmly ignored the pout that formed on the other's lips as he tried to regain his breath.
"Archons, can we speak ?" He started as soon as he could, brows furrowed.
"About what?" Kaveh tilted his head, and Alhaitham wouldn't believe he was being earnest if he didn't know him so well.
"This. What it means for… us." Alhaitham crossed his arms over his chest in a defensive way. Kaveh might have no issues hooking up with whoever, no strings attached, but that wasn't what he wanted – nice as it might feel in the moment, he knew it would only leave him with a deep-seated longing for more.
"I don't want to be another one of your one-night stands."
Kaveh blinked at him, almost incredulously, and he almost felt offended.
"Oh, Haitham," Kaveh had a soft look in his eyes when he finally spoke, stepping closer to Alhaitham. One calloused hand cradled his face and he couldn't hold back the shiver that followed. "I wouldn't. That's not what this is, I…"
"I love you." Alhaitham blurted out, entirely unlike himself, and his face turned 3 shades redder. What is wrong with you, Alhaitham? Alarms blared in his head but then Kaveh laughed and everything was unimportant, even his shame.
"I love you too, you big idiot." And their lips pressed together again, and this time Alhaitham knew he couldn't resist any longer.
He led Alhaitham so easily, as if it was second nature, and before he knew they were on the couch, his thighs squeezing at Kaveh's waist while he sat on his lap, lips slotting together, Kaveh's tongue brushing against his in a way that made him feel like he was melting. When they pulled away, just so they could breathe, Kaveh would stare at him like he was a masterpiece – and to be regarded in such a way by someone with such a keen eye, well, it was a bit embarrassing.
"I love you," Kaveh whispered into his neck, sucking a red mark into a spot Alhaitham knew his clothes would not cover. Possessive bastard.
Alhaitham shifted, and the hard-on that had been straining against Kaveh's pants this whole time pressed against him, and he couldn't help but grind back. Such a small thing, and yet the sensation was entirely overwhelming – and by all the panting Kaveh was doing, he probably agreed.
"You feel so nice," hands squeezed the flesh of his ass, "I thought you'd be all muscle, but you have a little softness to you. It's delightful."
He was certain steam would start coming out of his ears by now. "Do you… Hah," he shuddered as Kaveh thrust back, sending a spike of pleasure straight to his dick, "have to comment on everything ?"
"Of course." Kaveh murmured before pecking him on the lips. "You're so perfect, how could I not?"
Nonsense. Kaveh was just speaking nonsense. Pillow talk. So then, why did his heart throb? Why did he feel so fragile, like if Kaveh let go of him he would shatter into a million pieces?
Kaveh stopped moving, and he looked down at the other in curiosity, ceasing his movements as well. His eyebrows were furrowed, eyes soft with concern, and he wrapped his arms around the taller, pulling him close.
"What's the matter, Haitham?" One of the hands left his back, burrowing in his hair.
He blinked the mysterious blurriness out of his sight and then hid his face in the crook of Kaveh's neck. "I've just… I've never been treated like this before."
He felt Kaveh moving, and then he was squeezed close, so tight it was almost uncomfortable. He cooed something unintelligible against him and then pulled back a bit.
"I love you, I love you, I love you…" Kaveh whispered against him, planting kisses anywhere he could reach. Alhaitham wanted to complain, but his heart was so full and his head so fuzzy, all he could muster was an amused huff. This wasn't enough, though… Especially after earlier.
"Enough," he mumbled, pushing Kaveh's face away half-heartedly.
"Okay, okay, got it," Kaveh laughed, "you want something else, don't you?" Alhaitham pulled back to look at him, and the smile that stretched Kaveh's lips was so devious he wondered if it would be too late to take everything back…
-
His back hit the bed faster than he thought it would, and Kaveh was climbing on top of him before he could even process how quickly they'd reached his bedroom. Kaveh must've speed walked when he was carrying him.
The architect had already shed his shirt and his boots, and Alhaitham complied when he pushed him to do the same.
As soon as his shirt was off, Alhaitham suddenly felt strangely… shy. As if he hadn't been grinding his dick against Kaveh's a few minutes ago, and he couldn't help but avert his gaze, avoiding the embarrassment of eye contact.
"Hm?" Kaveh hummed, already teasing without even saying a word. "What, are you embarrassed?" He chuckled as if the very concept was absurd to him.
"Well, who wouldn't be…" Alhaitham answered in a manner that could absolutely not be compared to pouting.
"You're so silly, Alhaitham." Kaveh kissed the frown right off his face, and then there were hands roaming his body again. They cupped his chest, and then something – a flick of a nail, maybe, on his nipple – happened, and his mouth opened to let out the neediest sound he'd heard his whole life.
He covered his mouth with his hand, but it was already far too late. Kaveh's eyes were wide, his mouth hanging open in shock.
"You…" Kaveh started, but Alhaitham cut him off before he could make him feel more embarrassed than he already was.
"Don't say anything. Please, just–" he sighed.
"Oh, but," Kaveh smiled, repeating the earlier move, and this time the resulting sound was more controlled, but equally debauched.
"You sound so sexy when you moan like that."
Alhaitham wanted to slap him over the head more than anything, but Kaveh kept moving from there, and it felt so good his mind was going blank – completely and utterly useless, only capable of thinking about Kaveh.
Hands reached his pants, and when fingers crept underneath his waistband with a silent question, he arched his back into the touch as an answer. Kaveh huffed an amused breath, and before he could process what was happening his pants were somewhere on the floor, experienced hands spreading his thighs apart so every inch of him was laid bare for the older man to see. He would have blushed, but he was so far gone already that shame was out of the question.
"Are you okay?" Kaveh asked, laying a kiss on his knee as he idly massaged Alhaitham's thighs.
"Mm." He tried for a nod, but he felt like putty and the most he could do was just barely lift his head.
A warm chuckle. "Okay then," Kaveh moved again, and then he was fussing with his own pant pockets, and suddenly–
" Cold ." Alhaitham complained as something dripped, right over his ass, and a shiver ran through him.
"Sorry, I'll warm it up for you," Kaveh reassured, but he could hear the smugness in his voice.
A hand smoothed over his ass, and then he moved straight to the point, fingertips rubbing over the pucker of his asshole without any hesitation.
"Ah?" He gasped, back arching as he squirmed. The sensation was strange and unfamiliar, but he couldn't feel afraid when he felt Kaveh's hand holding his own.
After (in his honest opinion) far too much warming up, a finger finally pressed down firmly, pushing inside without much resistance, and the noise that he made bordered on mortifying.
"Oh?" The finger pushed a little deeper, rubbing over his insides and just barely curling at the knuckles, pulling in and out, and it was all so overwhelming all he could do was moan.
It wasn't entirely pleasurable – still too unfamiliar, strange, and his body yet to get used to it – but it most certainly wasn't devoid of pleasure. He couldn't help but thrust his hips into Kaveh's hand, seeking the pleasure that lay beneath his discomfort, and a second finger pushed in, clearly spurred on by his eagerness.
"You're doing so good for me, baby," Kaveh praised, and he keened , neglected dick twitching against his stomach.
"Oh?" A devilish snicker left the architect. "You like that?"
Were he any more mentally present, he would've gotten annoyed and told Kaveh to fuck off, but as it was, he answered earnestly:
"Y– Yes, yes…" His tongue felt heavy inside his mouth, and he slurred his words as he spoke, but they still packed a punch – Kaveh's eyes were wide and his face flushed, as if he didn't expect the answer.
"Do," Alhaitham swallowed, realizing then he was almost drooling, "do more," he wrapped his arms around Kaveh's neck.
Kaveh lowered his head, chin to his chest, grumbling something under his breath. Alhaitham was about to question him, unable to see his face, when his head suddenly snapped up.
"Argh! I was trying to be gentle, but you– Ugh, you must be trying to drive me mad!"
Alhaitham bit his tongue. "It's okay. I can take it."
Kaveh stared at him with arousal so thick he could feel it, and he felt the other was almost giving in – maybe he just needed a push.
"Let me… be good for you."
Kaveh's eyes darkened with something – and the fingers inside him pulled out abruptly, leaving him feeling strangely lonely.
"You better not regret that later." The blonde whispered.
"I won't."
Kaveh's pants joined his own on the floor, and he felt all the blood in his body rush downwards as soon as he caught sight of Kaveh's cock, just as hard as his – solid evidence of the other's enjoyment.
"Someone's enjoying the view," Kaveh hummed, amused, "sorry, but I can't let you watch forever."
He moved forward, grasping his cock and pressing it against Alhaitham, rubbing the head over the slick that coated his entrance, biting his own lip at the sensation.
His head was blessedly empty, and without even thinking, he pushed back with his hips, beckoning Kaveh to make himself at home inside him.
Kaveh blinked. His surprise didn't last though, and before Alhaitham could complain he was smiling smugly and pushing into him, filling an emptiness he'd never even known was inside him.
Full was the first thought that popped into his head. Big followed, and by the resulting laugh, he realized he was voicing these feelings aloud. Heat rushed all the way to his ears.
When Kaveh's hips were finally flush with his, and he felt like he could, he took a deep breath, trying to account for all the air that had been pushed out of his lungs.
"So good," Kaveh murmured, and he tugged the blonde down by the hair so they could share a kiss.
"Oh…" He gasped when Kaveh pulled away, prompting the other to tilt his head.
"What is it, Haitham?"
"This is–" He covered his mouth with his hand, but it was already too late, and Kaveh pried his fingers away with a pout.
"Nuh-uh. Tell me, come on."
"It…" He averted his gaze, face burning. "It's just like the dream I had."
Kaveh was kissing him before he was even finished speaking, tongue curling against his with a fiery passion. His arms wrapped around the other without hesitation, pulling him even closer than he already was.
"You," Kaveh whispered when he pulled back, "are so cute."
He frowned. "I am not–"
But he couldn't finish his sentence, because the moment his lips parted Kaveh was pulling away and thrusting right back in.
He made a garbled sound, eyes rolling back and nails digging into Kaveh's back. It was embarrassing, but he couldn't even process it, as Kaveh didn't cease his movements and his lips continued to move, debauched sounds falling from his mouth without end.
"You're loud." Kaveh spoke into his ear and ran his tongue over a sensitive earlobe.
A shiver ran through him. "And sensitive." A chuckle.
Kaveh's voice felt like warm syrup dripping right into his chest, and Alhaitham could only hang onto every word, desperate to hear his praises, his teasing words, his foolish observations. His laughter , so bright and sunny, that flooded him with a love so great it made him feel full, like finishing a good book in the dead of the night, bathed only by the soft glow of the moon.
"I love you," he whispered earnestly, determined to express all this adoration, and Kaveh paused for a second, before his thrusts grew even deeper and faster, making a symphony of sounds pour out of him.
"I love you too, Haitham," a kiss pressed on his forehead, a hand brushing the back of his hair, "you're so good for me."
"Tell me." Alhaitham said, and it would've been begging coming from anyone else – but from him, it was no less than an order, "Tell me how good I am for you."
Kaveh smiled, fond, at this point no longer surprised by Alhaitham's lack of shame.
"So good, baby, you're so perfect, just right for me, you have no idea how much I love you," all kinds of sweet nothings, whispered to him with the voice of an absolutely enamored man.
All he could do was whimper. He was wrong, his dream could never possibly live up to this feeling. He'd never felt this kind of joy before.
"You're the only one for me, azizam ," Kaveh murmured, right into his ear, just as he ground his hips in a circle – and that should've been sinful for how good it felt.
"Ah– That, do that again," Alhaitham pulled him closer, legs locked around his hips and nails digging into skin hard enough he was mildly worried about hurting him.
"Of course."
It didn't take long until Alhaitham felt it, like pressure growing in his gut, heat pooling deep inside him, all the obvious signs – he didn't even think it possible, but he might actually cum untouched at this rate.
"Kaveh," he stared up at the other through tear-wet lashes, "I'm going to–"
"Hold on, baby," Kaveh slowed his thrusts, just a bit, but it was enough to have him whining, "I know, I know, just a little, don't you want to come with me? We can do it together, come on."
Yes. Yes, I want to, please, please–
He hadn't even realized he was speaking until Kaveh silenced him once again, kissing him with such tenderness that it almost contradicted with the roughness of his thrusts.
"So good," Kaveh's words brushed against his lips, and he arched his back as his dick throbbed with need.
"Alright, alright," a warm hand wrapped around the searing hot of his cock, and his mouth hung open immediately, "you wanna come?"
Please please please please please–
Kaveh's thrusts grew erratic, losing any rhythm they previously had, and he could feel his orgasm creeping closer by the second, pressure mounting to a point it felt like he would burst.
"Come for me, Haitham," commanded right into his ear, just as Kaveh's hand finally moved to jerk him off properly – and he obeyed immediately, hips flying off the mattress as his vision turned white, stars blooming behind his eyelids.
" Kaveh, " he moaned, entirely debauched, all thoughts gone, and he was almost sure they'd get a noise complaint in a few days. Ah well.
While he was distracted with thoughts of annoying neighbors and paying fines, Kaveh's hips locked in place, and then there was something warm – filling him up, up, up, into places he didn't even know could be reached, and his eyes rolled back again as his whole body trembled through another orgasm – two in a row, that was new. Kaveh himself seemed surprised, and when Alhaitham's brain facilities were back in working order, he snorted at the stupid look on the architect's face: an open-mouthed gape as he stared down at him.
"That was… so hot."
"Stop talking before I regret this," Alhaitham complained, but his cheeks were flushed pink and there were hints of a smile on his kiss-swollen lips.
He didn't have any more time to sulk though, because Kaveh was pulling out of him, and working against whatever rational thoughts he had regained, he immediately reached down to cover himself, as if that would keep the cum flowing down his ass inside.
Kaveh, blessedly, did not comment on it as he scampered off to go find a rag. When he came back, he carefully wiped Alhaitham's whole body, until the scribe complained and insisted he just clean his ass so they could go shower. Kaveh sighed at his unromantic behavior, but cleaned him up and carried him to the bathroom nonetheless, and Alhaitham was grateful enough he let him do so – it was not because he didn't have trust in his legs right now, because that would be ridiculous.
Kaveh washed his hair and pressed kisses over red marks on his skin and caressed the bruises that were already forming on his body, gentle and loving and caring – and Alhaitham pulled him close to press their lips together every time. They sat together in the living room and Alhaitham only complained a little while Kaveh dried his hair.
Because while words worked just fine, this was their favorite way of saying it:
I love you.