[ Alhaitham doesn’t see what there is drop dead about; if he doesn’t want Alhaitham in his bed, he can just tell him to get out. If he does… well, he has what he wants, doesn’t he?
Alhaitham, despite all the teasing, has nothing but respect for his senior. He has nothing but trust that Kaveh’s guiding will be more than sufficient. He doesn’t want Kaveh to skimp on his account, though he suspects that’s a problem his other bed partners would face.
Kaveh has no qualms being vocal with him. ]
I’m not hesitating, [ Alhaitham denies, brows pinching together in a focused look. He’s not. He’s taking his time. He suspects this is likely the least pleasant part, wouldn’t it be? So it shouldn’t be unheard of him for go slow.
He turns his face into the soft of the inside of Kaveh’s leg and nips lightly at it as he presses a finger inside of him slowly, letting the lubricant grease the way. He entertains them both with sucking at the tender spot he’s nipped at. ]
[ Kaveh makes a small, whiny noise when Alhaitham says that he's not hesitating. If not hesitant, then he must be taking his time deliberately, and whatever reason he has for that, Kaveh thinks it's a stupid one—and if that makes him impatient in the other's eyes, so be it. His hips shuffle and writhe under the light nip, huffing in pleasure and frustration. ]
Ngh, you don't... fine, if it's not hesitating, you're being careful, and you don't have to be.
[ He's hardly a virgin, and living where they are, he has sex often enough that.. well, of course preparation is always going to be needed, but he doesn't need the kid gloves, either. He doesn't say as much, though, hoping that his earlier words will do the talking for him; Alhaitham may be different now, his suit might interact with him differently, but what happened last time is still a lesson he intends to heed... even if it turns out it's more for the younger man's sake than his own. ]
[ Most definitely impatient. Is it that hard to wait patiently and let Alhaitham be thorough? Of course, he finds the huffing and squirming to be not unappealing…
There seems to be sufficient evidence that Kaveh isn’t fibbing, the glide of his finger into him is easy, minimum resistance and Alhaitham can easily imagine he can take more. He tries not to let his mind linger on the implication there. ]
You can take it, is that right? Since you’re begging so nicely…
[ A second finger is added at Kaveh’s behest and rather than gently stretching him, Alhaitham begins to mimic what Kaveh must be eager for. He pushes both fingers in all the way and pulls them out just as swiftly, before plunging them back inside starting a rhythm of it. Rather than mildly stretching him, Alhaitham has clearly turned to fingerfucking Kaveh.
It’s just as fascinating for Alhaitham to watch, his fingers disappearing wetly inside Kaveh, a mimicry of what is to happen next. ]
[ Kaveh's brows lift, and yet again, despite what they're in the middle of doing, irritation crosses his features. ]
That's hardly begging, [ he bites out, even as Alhaitham presses a second finger into him and starts pushing the pair in in earnest, making Kaveh's hips lift from the bed, a low moan cutting into his words. ] If I'm—nngh—if I'm begging, you'll know it—
[ But it's the only complaint he has. Despite his apparent concern earlier, Alhaitham is indeed a quick study, just as Kaveh knew he would be. He's practically fucking into him with those fingers now. What he's doing feels so fucking good that Kaveh thinks for a moment that egging him on was a mistake, if only because he's taking him apart like he's an expert in it. ]
Mm, fuck.. You're good at this.
[ He hisses it out, fingers reaching and gripping tight at the bedspread under him as he pants out another groan. His legs part a little more under Alhaitham's touch. And he wants to tell him more, but pride holds him back. Can't have the younger man thinking he's begging, after all. ]
[ The way that Kaveh’s legs part further and his fingers curl into the bedspread and his own delve further into him — that’s everything Alhaitham can focus on right then. He can feel his erection throb at the sight, swelling and filling out. He wants more himself, in a way he hadn’t been expecting to. His mouth is wet, salivating over the sight of his own fingers plunging in and out of Kaveh.
And Kaveh says this isn’t begging.
He has to wonder what begging does sound like. Kaveh sounds good like this, every other word warped with a hiss or a moan or otherwise cut off, marked with an expletive. ]
Am I? I’m starting to think I’m going too fast, [ Alhaitham says slowly, as if considering. Warning bells should be going off for Kaveh. ] You’re always telling me I should be more considerate.
[ Which is punctuated with his hand slowing down to a mere crawl, his fingers moving at a glacial pace as he pulls them back. He pauses before pressing them back in, just as slow. ]
[ Oh. Oh, no. Kaveh's mistake is evident as soon as he hears the slow consideration in Alhaitham's voice. His lips part in the beginnings of a protest, but before he can say anything at all, the other man is continuing, saying something about being more considerate—something Kaveh has apparently told him before?
Well.. There's no "apparently" about it. Kaveh tells him this all the time—and right now, he's regretting it, eyes wide as he tries to prop himself up a little, tries to look down at where Alhaitham is lying. The younger's hand is moving so slowly now that it would be a joke if Kaveh weren't the butt of it, and he even has the gall to ask if it's better— ]
No, it's not, you.. you ass—you're doing that on purpose—
[ An apt observation. ]
I wasn't complaining about how fast you were going, so why—
[ He knows why, though—he just doesn't want to give him the satisfaction, especially not right now. ]
[ The immediate offense Kaveh takes to the change in pace is almost fascinating. There’s a surprised wide-eyed look on his face as he props himself up and Alhaitham leans more innocently against his knee, content to watch as Kaveh works himself up over the snails pace that Alhaitham has so abruptly set. Honestly, his wrist is appreciating this much more lazy approach. ]
You weren’t? I was almost certain you were.
[ He truly doesn’t mind the complaints. It’s something else he’s after as he so languidly fucks his fingers in and out of Kaveh like he has all the time in the world. ]
This should be sufficient for preparing you, shouldn’t it? After all, you’re not begging for anything yet.
[ Innocently showing his hand there. If Kaveh wants him to do something better, now he knows how.
[ He cuts himself off though when Alhaitham so brazenly says it aloud, eyes wide for a moment before he resumes glaring down at him. This jerk.. surely he's kidding! Kaveh bites out a groan of frustration, hips jerking up against that slow, slow-moving hand. Seriously— ]
I'm not about to beg just because you want me to. [ The words are all but growled between gritted teeth, ruby eyes flashing with anger. ] It's not that simple, and you know it.
[ He's not far enough gone for any begging to be instinctual. He would have to make a choice, and he's got far too much sanity left to even dream of it right now. So Alhaitham will just have to...
Of course, you yourself said that sex was complicated. How could I presume to know what I’m doing?
[ How can he expect a pitiful virgin like Alhaitham to know what he’s doing? There’s no chance he could really get Kaveh begging…
Well, he may be inexperienced, but he’s familiar with anatomy and the workings of sex, including anal sex. Kaveh’s constant writhing and jerking makes it incredibly obvious what he wants, not so aggravated he doesn’t want Alhaitham to continue. His full, weeping cock makes that fairly clear.
So since Kaveh clearly wants relief, Alhaitham delivers.
His fingers slip in yet again, still moving at a glacial pace, and he curls his fingers up, intentionally seeking out that spot to bully and massage. Incessant, not letting up. ]
[ Kaveh knows that tone of voice, knows exactly what Alhaitham is trying to do. But he's stronger than that. With everything he's been through here, all the experience he's gained, he's not someone who begs at the drop of a hat, no matter how slowly the other man wants to tease him.
...Well, he won't beg verbally, anyway. Between the eager pulsing of his cock and the way his body writhes and shifts under Alhaitham's touch, he's all but given himself away.
It is, then, a matter of pride, and at the very least he can hold onto that—
is the belief he has before Alhaitham curls his fingers, at least. He can guess what the other is doing in the same moment he does it, but knowing does nothing for the sensation that rushes through him, making him gasp and jolt. ] Alhaitham—
[ He's in trouble. As slow as his movements are, Alhaitham seems to have no intention of letting up now that he's found Kaveh's prostate, all buy bullying it in a way that has the blonde squirming, gasping for breath, overwhelmed with pleasure despite it also not being enough. ]
Gods damn it—Alhaitham, you're.. ngh—
[ He won't fucking beg. He won't. Glaring down at him—as much as he can see—Kaveh reaches a hand to wrap around his own cock, fingers sliding up over its length in quick strokes as he moans and jerks his hips between his own grip and Alhaitham's slow, incessant presses. ]
[ It’s all too satisfying to hear the way his name comes out, the spongy texture of the spot underneath his fingers having precisely the desired and documented result. Kaveh is nothing if not stubborn, the same fiery spirit Alhaitham has done tongue-battles with for years.
So it shouldn’t be surprising when Kaveh doesn’t just roll over and beg, as easy as that would be.
Instead, Alhaitham is left watching as Kaveh wraps his own hand around his neglected cock to pleasure himself. Taking the easy way out— ]
Troublesome, [ he comments, voice a little muffled as if the sight doesn’t give his own cock a jump.
And then Alhaitham is pulling his fingers free to prop himself up to delve into that same drawer he’d closed so loudly not all that long ago. Alhaitham pulls out the cuffs he had spied so neatly in Kaveh’s drawer. Kaveh must like them to keep them so handy.
Alhaitham snaps the cuff on one hand and then the other and very kindly pushes Kaveh’s arms up over his head. A good cue for Kaveh to keep them there. ]
[ Alhaitham's first victory is the way that Kaveh's hand stills on his own cock, a whine on his lips as the younger man pulls his fingers completely free. That's not fair, he wants to say, but he bites his tongue, wide-eyed and staring as the younger man opens his drawer once more and reaches into it, surfacing with his most-used pair of cuffs.
Kaveh's jaw drops. ]
Don't you dare—
[ But Alhaitham already has the cuffs on him, deceptively fast when he wants to be, hand on Kaveh's arms to push them up over his head. The movement is enough to make the older of the two sink back into the bed again, wrists straining against the metal despite knowing he'll never break it.
(Besides, from the way his cock throbs and twitches its desire, it's likely obvious even to the other that he doesn't particularly want to break it.) ]
Now you won't even let me touch myself? [ He's still not quite at the point of begging, the words still gritted out, an angry huff on his breath as he demands what he wants: ] Then.. fucking... just fuck me!
It’s wholly satisfying to hear the click of the cuffs in place on Kaveh’s wrists and he belatedly hopes Kaveh still has the keys to these cuffs. Wouldn’t it be a shame if he’d lost them? Regardless, Kaveh looks perfectly lovely like this, arm’s stretched up and all of him on display with there being very little Kaveh can do about it.
Kaveh’s own complaints about not being able to touch himself only fuel Alhaitham’s actions further — he thinks he likes that. At least, likes the frustration it causes Kaveh. The angry, flashing red eyes that Kaveh glares at him and huffs. ]
My, aren’t you eager?
[ Alhaitham isn’t any less mouthy now, his gaze dropping down to Kaveh’s throbbing cock, angry and wet. It doesn’t look the least bit down about the turn of events, strangely enough. Kaveh, as vocal as always, is only too quick to angrily huff out his demands. And Alhaitham agrees. That’s precisely his next step.
And yet, his fingers trail back to Kaveh’s slick hole. ]
I just need to make sure you’re ready. Like I was doing.
[ Without further warning, Alhaitham is going right back to what he was doing. ]
[ Despite his all-too-clear frustration, there's something about Alhaitham's smug attitude that sends a jolt of pleasure right to Kaveh's cock, makes it twitch in approval. Is it possible, perhaps, that he likes it when people are a little mean to him in bed?
He'll never fucking admit it.
What he does do instead is tug at the cuffs some more, a growl of frustration on his breath, glowering down at Alhaitham as the other man moves to press his fingers right back into him, going right back to bully that one spot in a way that makes Kaveh's eyes roll back in his head. ]
Fuck— [ His voice has a distinctly whinier quality to it now; he gasps and writhes under the other's touches, quickly growing breathless with frustration. He needs, he needs, he needs— ]
Alhaitham—
[ His mouth snaps shut on a sound that's half a sob. He won't cave to him, he won't. He refuses to beg. Not now.
And yet despite the resolve, each sound he makes gets needier, whinier, as Alhaitham's movements continuously feed him pleasure—but not enough, never enough. ]
[ Maybe, perhaps, he already liked being a little mean to Kaveh. He enjoyed pestering him and listening to Kaveh’s voice get increasingly loud until he was outright yelling. There was something entertaining to be found in their bickering already.
This new twist on that facet of their relationship shouldn’t be surprising.
Because Alhaitham is finding that he enjoys this too. His fingers curling into that spot and massaging it with laser-focused attention. His behavior is reinforced with every whiny complaint and every breathless gasp. Alhaitham’s face is certainly warm with his growing interest and he is definitely filled with a plethora of lewd thoughts of fucking Kaveh and if he’d still sound like this. ]
Crazy’s a little extreme, [ Alhaitham quips, not suddenly growing merciful and giving in to the whining. No, his fingertips are still bullying that one spot, applying that pressure. ]
Shame you know exactly how to stop this.
[ Alhaitham is just as busily feeding on the sights and sounds he’s getting now. His own cock feels just as hard as Kaveh’s looks. ]
[ Alhaitham is toying with him. It's a frustrated realization that Kaveh can do nothing with; knowledge won't stop the other man massaging against his prostate like there's nothing else he wants to do in the world—and yet doing it slowly enough that Kaveh can't get anywhere with it. He's left twisting and writhing under him, trying to push up into his touch with no real luck, frustrated whimpers and growls on his lips when the other's response to him is not to change anything, but to taunt him further.
Shame you know exactly how to stop this.
This time, Kaveh's answer is a distinct whine. This isn't fair, Alhaitham is driving him insane, he's going to kill him, Kaveh needs and he won't give it to him, even going so far as to comment that he guesses Kaveh doesn't want him inside when he knows full fucking well that's exactly what Kaveh wants—
He can't take it. It's too much. It's not enough. His hips arch, and he whines again. ]
Alhaitham, please.
[ He bites the rest of it off. This is as much satisfaction as he's willing to give right now. ]
He wasn’t asking for Kaveh to whine, but he’s been very successful at that. It’s plenty satisfying in and of itself, between the very clear vocalizations and the writhing… Alhaitham is doing something right as much as he’s doing something wrong. Another crueler day, he could find out if he could get Kaveh to come from this alone.
Today, however, there’s something more he’s seeking from Kaveh. It’s on the very tip of Kaveh’s tongue, he’s almost there.
When Kaveh says please, it sounds nice.
Alhaitham still thinks it’s missing something. Kaveh had been very clear that he would know when he was begging and Alhaitham isn’t sure yet. He’s not sure he heard anything at all, actually. ]
Huh? What was that?
[ He needs to be sure he heard the right thing, especially when Kaveh was so very clear he wasn’t going to beg. Alhaitham needs to make sure he’s not hearing some hallucination. ]
[ The sound that trembles on Kaveh's lips is almost a sob. Again—he knows what Alhaitham is doing, and he knows there's nothing he can do about it. With his body spread out underneath the other man, with his arms cuffed above his head, he's entirely at Alhaitham's mercy even as the scribe acts like he's heard nothing at all, making it clear without explicitly saying so that Kaveh is to repeat himself—
To repeat himself, and be more specific.
He sucks in a sharp breath, writhing under the other's touch, whimpering as he tries to get himself under control. He'd promised himself he wouldn't beg, he swore it,
but Alhaitham keeps rubbing his prostate in that same slow, teasing way, and Kaveh— ]
Please.
[ It's another sob, a distinct whine as his hips try to push up, as his breath catches with desperation. Whatever promise Kaveh made himself before, it's forgotten in the overwhelming need, the unrelenting pleasure. His wrists strain, and another needy sob falls off his lips. ]
[ Under these circumstances, he doesn’t think Kaveh crying would do much to dissuade him.
As it is, the near sobs only encourage Alhaitham more, listening to how desperately Kaveh wants more. He’s been hard this entire time, took his time to take care of Alhaitham first. His cock looks like it so badly needs relief, but Alhaitham can’t help being wanting to hear what Kaveh has teased him with. He wants it. Which isn’t to say he’s not enjoying the journey because he is. He’s not about to forget any of this.
His pupils are blown wide, his eyes dark and gaze overfilled with desire for the way Kaveh whines, halfway sobbing, and the next please comes to him. A messy, whiny thing. Then come the next handful, easy and desperate and —
Alhaitham supposes Kaveh was right. He does know when he’s begging.
Kaveh is immediately rewarded with the worlds more unsatisfying prostate massage coming to an end. Alhaitham adjusts them and the next minute it’s the tip of dick, slicked up and wet and hard pressed against Kaveh’s hole. ]
Now, was that so hard?
[ He’s murmuring at the same time as he’s sinking his dick inside him. ]
[ He knows he's done the right thing when the other man's fingers slide free—even if the action makes him whine, hips jerking up for the briefest of moments, as if to chase. It feels for a moment like a punishment, but it's not, the slicked up tip of Alhaitham's cock pressing against him assures him of that, leaving Kaveh's breath catching in his throat, caught entirely on the promise of what's to come.
And then the other man murmurs his response—Was that so hard?— and presses into him, making Kaveh keen his pleasure, back arching and body stetching underneath as his fingers curl against each other.
(A tiny part of him wonders how good it would have been had Alhaitham praised him for being obedient. He'll never admit that aloud.) ]
Mm, fuck—feels good—
[ He tries not to hurry the other along, not right away. He knows after all that Alhaitham, to his own memory, is a virgin, that he might need that extra time to ground himself now that he's finally pressing home. But Archons help him if he doesn't want to. Kaveh bites down on his lower lip, breath whistling through the gap in his lips. ]
[ He can certainly echo what Kaveh's reverent comment, it does feel amazing. The slow sink inside Kaveh far less to deal with consideration this time; he knows Kaveh wants it. Knows he can take it, as Kaveh had been so quick to assure him. This time, Alhaitham is savoring the sensations of Kaveh's walls warm and tight around him, the flutter of muscle around him with every gasp, body stretching taut around him. It's a new experience, one he hadn't entirely been certain he'd enjoy.
Now, it's stealing his breath.
He might have to accept that he isn't as certain as he thought he was. Maybe he shouldn't have entirely written sex off. He can't imagine this with anyone but Kaveh, somehow.
When he's sunk in until the hilt, balls pressed up tight against him, he pauses to take a long stuttering breath. A hand grips under Kaveh's thigh, lifting it up further against him as he slowly pulls his hips back in a smooth motion. It doesn't help when he looks up through his lashes and it's Kaveh, face red and needy and arching so pretty. Alhaitham doesn't have enough time in his day for everything he wants to do suddenly.
He wants to hear more of that sobbing desperation in Kaveh's voice, he thinks.
It doesn't take much more consideration before he's snapping his hips, diving his cock back into Kaveh with a purpose. It wrings a grunt out of him, a bit off groan as he sinks his teeth down on his bottom lip as his pulse starts to pound in his ears. Archons, if Kaveh doesn't feel perfect. Alhaitham's every thrust aims to delve harder and deeper, to shove some impossible last centimeter further into Kaveh. ]
[ Kaveh's comment turns to a low, shaky moan as Alhaitham sinks all the way to the hilt, the breath stuttering out of him in a manner that drives fresh heat right to the elder's aching, needy cock. He sounds so good, breath punched out of him like this; between that and the way the younger man reaches to lift his thigh even as he draws back, Kaveh knows that he's enjoying this too, that at least for right now he wants this just as much as he does. He licks his lips, his own breath shaken as he watches Alhaitham draw back, watches those coppered emerald eyes peer up at him through thick lashes—
Gods, the look on the other man's face—
And then, suddenly, Alhaitham is fucking him in all the ways he sought out before, hips shoving hard and deep against him with an effort that makes a grunt escape the younger. Alhaitham's teeth sink into his own lower lip in a way that makes Kaveh's hands tug at his restraints so hard that the metal of the chain jangles, a sudden rush of desire to hold the other running through him. To kiss him.
Instead, he's forced to ask for what he wants, something that, he'll think later, no doubt gives Alhaitham no small amount of satisfaction: ]
Come—come closer, please. [ A groan, whimpered over his lips as his hips arch, press up against the hardness of those thrusts, inviting Alhaitham impossibly deeper. ] Let me.. mm, kiss you.
[ For such a split second decision, those cuffs look good on Kaveh. They keep him just how Alhaitham likes him; having to ask for everything he wants. Not typically a problem for such a vocal man. He’s perfectly good at complaining. Asking nicely when it’s Alhaitham has proven a little more difficult for him. So the metal jangles, not for the first and certainly not the last time. He can tell Kaveh wants something, but it takes the man time to decide to voice it.
He does though. His words spoken like a plea over the sound of their bodies crashing together, the resounding smacks of skin as Alhaitham’s thrusts seek deeper and harder. The request he hears, voiced in whimpers, is absurd. He’s already this deep in Kaveh and he’s asking — for a kiss.
It’s foolish. Unnecessarily intimate.
Since Kaveh asked so nicely…
Alhaitham is complying anyway, swept up in all of Kaveh’s dramatics. He’s propping himself up on one arm so he can bend in to meet Kaveh’s mouth, the same mouth responsible for every cry and gasp and groan he’s listened to. It’s impossibly satisfying for their mouths to meet again in what can only be a messy kiss, teeth catching first in a messy nip before his lips meet Kaveh’s already swollen lips with his own, opened mouth and slipping his tongue inside like he can be any further in Kaveh than he already is. Between them, he’s generous enough to wrap his spare hand around Kaveh’s throbbing and neglected erection, starting to stroke it in his hand in loosely similar rhythm to his own thrusts. ]
[ Kaveh, on the other hand, doesn't see anything about this as unnecessary or dramatic. He's just stopped being afraid of voicing what he wants from the other man, at least for the time being while Alhaitham is fucking into him like he's trying to leave a mark on him that will never fade. And what he wants is to be kissed, to let himself imagine that this means to the other man exactly what it means to him.
His wrists strain at the metal again, and Kaveh whimper-moans into Alhaitham's mouth as his is captured in a kiss as messy and desperate as it is satisfying, Kaveh's heart a double-time drum against his ribcage as he answers, tongue arching in the same way that his body does, meeting that which slips between his lips in a wanton tangle. What's left of his breath ghosts over their joined lips, a sigh as much as it is anything else, and then he's left whimpering breathlessly between their kisses, snatching gasps of air from between their lips whenever he can.
And then, making things better still, long fingers wrap around his erection, stroking in a rhythm that matches the rhythm of their bodies. It's embarrassing how he nearly comes on the spot, body tightening around Alhaitham's cock even as Kaveh sucks breath from their kiss, nails biting into the palm of his own hand as he clenches a fist, trying to get himself under control.
He keeps it together, but only just, and as the other's movements continue, he's still teetering dangerously close to that edge. He won't last long at this rate.
It's almost as disappointing as it is shameful. ]
Ngh—Haitham, if you keep that up—
[ It's an attempt at a warning. Slow down, so I don't ruin everything too soon. ]
[ Over the pounding thrum of his own racing pulse, there's every gasp from Kaveh between their kisses and despite any previously considered complaint, he can't think of any now their mouths are joined together in an endless push and pull of kisses. Maybe later. He likes peeking through his lashes to see Kaveh's face screwed up in a vision of every whimper. Alhaitham isn't precisely in Kaveh's place, but he understands it, feels overwhelmingly good as it is, swallowed up in the molten heat of Kaveh.
Alhaitham's hips kick a little harder when he can feel Kaveh clench tight around him and there Kaveh goes again. Haitham.
He exhales a ragged groan, his thumb slipping over the angry tip of Kaveh's tip while he wonders how bad it would be if Kaveh came, his mind still reeling with that newfound ability. He wants it. He wants Kaveh to spill all over his hand, wants to hear what he would sound like and the thought sends shivers down his spine.
Too soon doesn't cross his mind, but he hears the warning in Kaveh's voice, like he doesn't want that just yet. ]
I — ah— [ he struggles to get already breathless words out, but evidently Kaveh needs to hear it. ] Want to see you come—
[ With a shaky shuddering gasp, he does comply, though. He drops his hand to grab Kaveh's thigh instead, as if he can maneuver Kaveh closer. His forehead rests against Kaveh's own between kisses, frantically breathing the same desperate breath as he chases pleasure, driving his hips in quick snaps that collide forcefully against Kaveh, the impact almost embarrassing in volume. Archons, he thinks this is the most out of breath he's been in ages. He can barely think. All he can see is Kaveh. ]
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Alhaitham, despite all the teasing, has nothing but respect for his senior. He has nothing but trust that Kaveh’s guiding will be more than sufficient. He doesn’t want Kaveh to skimp on his account, though he suspects that’s a problem his other bed partners would face.
Kaveh has no qualms being vocal with him. ]
I’m not hesitating, [ Alhaitham denies, brows pinching together in a focused look. He’s not. He’s taking his time. He suspects this is likely the least pleasant part, wouldn’t it be? So it shouldn’t be unheard of him for go slow.
He turns his face into the soft of the inside of Kaveh’s leg and nips lightly at it as he presses a finger inside of him slowly, letting the lubricant grease the way. He entertains them both with sucking at the tender spot he’s nipped at. ]
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Ngh, you don't... fine, if it's not hesitating, you're being careful, and you don't have to be.
[ He's hardly a virgin, and living where they are, he has sex often enough that.. well, of course preparation is always going to be needed, but he doesn't need the kid gloves, either. He doesn't say as much, though, hoping that his earlier words will do the talking for him; Alhaitham may be different now, his suit might interact with him differently, but what happened last time is still a lesson he intends to heed... even if it turns out it's more for the younger man's sake than his own. ]
I can take it, Alhaitham. So, please..
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There seems to be sufficient evidence that Kaveh isn’t fibbing, the glide of his finger into him is easy, minimum resistance and Alhaitham can easily imagine he can take more. He tries not to let his mind linger on the implication there. ]
You can take it, is that right? Since you’re begging so nicely…
[ A second finger is added at Kaveh’s behest and rather than gently stretching him, Alhaitham begins to mimic what Kaveh must be eager for. He pushes both fingers in all the way and pulls them out just as swiftly, before plunging them back inside starting a rhythm of it. Rather than mildly stretching him, Alhaitham has clearly turned to fingerfucking Kaveh.
It’s just as fascinating for Alhaitham to watch, his fingers disappearing wetly inside Kaveh, a mimicry of what is to happen next. ]
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That's hardly begging, [ he bites out, even as Alhaitham presses a second finger into him and starts pushing the pair in in earnest, making Kaveh's hips lift from the bed, a low moan cutting into his words. ] If I'm—nngh—if I'm begging, you'll know it—
[ But it's the only complaint he has. Despite his apparent concern earlier, Alhaitham is indeed a quick study, just as Kaveh knew he would be. He's practically fucking into him with those fingers now. What he's doing feels so fucking good that Kaveh thinks for a moment that egging him on was a mistake, if only because he's taking him apart like he's an expert in it. ]
Mm, fuck.. You're good at this.
[ He hisses it out, fingers reaching and gripping tight at the bedspread under him as he pants out another groan. His legs part a little more under Alhaitham's touch. And he wants to tell him more, but pride holds him back. Can't have the younger man thinking he's begging, after all. ]
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And Kaveh says this isn’t begging.
He has to wonder what begging does sound like. Kaveh sounds good like this, every other word warped with a hiss or a moan or otherwise cut off, marked with an expletive. ]
Am I? I’m starting to think I’m going too fast, [ Alhaitham says slowly, as if considering. Warning bells should be going off for Kaveh. ] You’re always telling me I should be more considerate.
[ Which is punctuated with his hand slowing down to a mere crawl, his fingers moving at a glacial pace as he pulls them back. He pauses before pressing them back in, just as slow. ]
Is this better?
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Well.. There's no "apparently" about it. Kaveh tells him this all the time—and right now, he's regretting it, eyes wide as he tries to prop himself up a little, tries to look down at where Alhaitham is lying. The younger's hand is moving so slowly now that it would be a joke if Kaveh weren't the butt of it, and he even has the gall to ask if it's better— ]
No, it's not, you.. you ass—you're doing that on purpose—
[ An apt observation. ]
I wasn't complaining about how fast you were going, so why—
[ He knows why, though—he just doesn't want to give him the satisfaction, especially not right now. ]
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You weren’t? I was almost certain you were.
[ He truly doesn’t mind the complaints. It’s something else he’s after as he so languidly fucks his fingers in and out of Kaveh like he has all the time in the world. ]
This should be sufficient for preparing you, shouldn’t it? After all, you’re not begging for anything yet.
[ Innocently showing his hand there. If Kaveh wants him to do something better, now he knows how.
Alhaitham can do this all day.]
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[ He cuts himself off though when Alhaitham so brazenly says it aloud, eyes wide for a moment before he resumes glaring down at him. This jerk.. surely he's kidding! Kaveh bites out a groan of frustration, hips jerking up against that slow, slow-moving hand. Seriously— ]
I'm not about to beg just because you want me to. [ The words are all but growled between gritted teeth, ruby eyes flashing with anger. ] It's not that simple, and you know it.
[ He's not far enough gone for any begging to be instinctual. He would have to make a choice, and he's got far too much sanity left to even dream of it right now. So Alhaitham will just have to...
Be nice?
Gods, he's going to die here. ]
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[ How can he expect a pitiful virgin like Alhaitham to know what he’s doing? There’s no chance he could really get Kaveh begging…
Well, he may be inexperienced, but he’s familiar with anatomy and the workings of sex, including anal sex. Kaveh’s constant writhing and jerking makes it incredibly obvious what he wants, not so aggravated he doesn’t want Alhaitham to continue. His full, weeping cock makes that fairly clear.
So since Kaveh clearly wants relief, Alhaitham delivers.
His fingers slip in yet again, still moving at a glacial pace, and he curls his fingers up, intentionally seeking out that spot to bully and massage. Incessant, not letting up. ]
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[ Kaveh knows that tone of voice, knows exactly what Alhaitham is trying to do. But he's stronger than that. With everything he's been through here, all the experience he's gained, he's not someone who begs at the drop of a hat, no matter how slowly the other man wants to tease him.
...Well, he won't beg verbally, anyway. Between the eager pulsing of his cock and the way his body writhes and shifts under Alhaitham's touch, he's all but given himself away.
It is, then, a matter of pride, and at the very least he can hold onto that—
is the belief he has before Alhaitham curls his fingers, at least. He can guess what the other is doing in the same moment he does it, but knowing does nothing for the sensation that rushes through him, making him gasp and jolt. ] Alhaitham—
[ He's in trouble. As slow as his movements are, Alhaitham seems to have no intention of letting up now that he's found Kaveh's prostate, all buy bullying it in a way that has the blonde squirming, gasping for breath, overwhelmed with pleasure despite it also not being enough. ]
Gods damn it—Alhaitham, you're.. ngh—
[ He won't fucking beg. He won't. Glaring down at him—as much as he can see—Kaveh reaches a hand to wrap around his own cock, fingers sliding up over its length in quick strokes as he moans and jerks his hips between his own grip and Alhaitham's slow, incessant presses. ]
Mm—
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So it shouldn’t be surprising when Kaveh doesn’t just roll over and beg, as easy as that would be.
Instead, Alhaitham is left watching as Kaveh wraps his own hand around his neglected cock to pleasure himself. Taking the easy way out— ]
Troublesome, [ he comments, voice a little muffled as if the sight doesn’t give his own cock a jump.
And then Alhaitham is pulling his fingers free to prop himself up to delve into that same drawer he’d closed so loudly not all that long ago. Alhaitham pulls out the cuffs he had spied so neatly in Kaveh’s drawer. Kaveh must like them to keep them so handy.
Alhaitham snaps the cuff on one hand and then the other and very kindly pushes Kaveh’s arms up over his head. A good cue for Kaveh to keep them there. ]
Now, now. Don’t make me tie you down.
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Kaveh's jaw drops. ]
Don't you dare—
[ But Alhaitham already has the cuffs on him, deceptively fast when he wants to be, hand on Kaveh's arms to push them up over his head. The movement is enough to make the older of the two sink back into the bed again, wrists straining against the metal despite knowing he'll never break it.
(Besides, from the way his cock throbs and twitches its desire, it's likely obvious even to the other that he doesn't particularly want to break it.) ]
Now you won't even let me touch myself? [ He's still not quite at the point of begging, the words still gritted out, an angry huff on his breath as he demands what he wants: ] Then.. fucking... just fuck me!
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It’s wholly satisfying to hear the click of the cuffs in place on Kaveh’s wrists and he belatedly hopes Kaveh still has the keys to these cuffs. Wouldn’t it be a shame if he’d lost them? Regardless, Kaveh looks perfectly lovely like this, arm’s stretched up and all of him on display with there being very little Kaveh can do about it.
Kaveh’s own complaints about not being able to touch himself only fuel Alhaitham’s actions further — he thinks he likes that. At least, likes the frustration it causes Kaveh. The angry, flashing red eyes that Kaveh glares at him and huffs. ]
My, aren’t you eager?
[ Alhaitham isn’t any less mouthy now, his gaze dropping down to Kaveh’s throbbing cock, angry and wet. It doesn’t look the least bit down about the turn of events, strangely enough. Kaveh, as vocal as always, is only too quick to angrily huff out his demands. And Alhaitham agrees. That’s precisely his next step.
And yet, his fingers trail back to Kaveh’s slick hole. ]
I just need to make sure you’re ready. Like I was doing.
[ Without further warning, Alhaitham is going right back to what he was doing. ]
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He'll never fucking admit it.
What he does do instead is tug at the cuffs some more, a growl of frustration on his breath, glowering down at Alhaitham as the other man moves to press his fingers right back into him, going right back to bully that one spot in a way that makes Kaveh's eyes roll back in his head. ]
Fuck— [ His voice has a distinctly whinier quality to it now; he gasps and writhes under the other's touches, quickly growing breathless with frustration. He needs, he needs, he needs— ]
Alhaitham—
[ His mouth snaps shut on a sound that's half a sob. He won't cave to him, he won't. He refuses to beg. Not now.
And yet despite the resolve, each sound he makes gets needier, whinier, as Alhaitham's movements continuously feed him pleasure—but not enough, never enough. ]
I'm gonna go crazy—
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This new twist on that facet of their relationship shouldn’t be surprising.
Because Alhaitham is finding that he enjoys this too. His fingers curling into that spot and massaging it with laser-focused attention. His behavior is reinforced with every whiny complaint and every breathless gasp. Alhaitham’s face is certainly warm with his growing interest and he is definitely filled with a plethora of lewd thoughts of fucking Kaveh and if he’d still sound like this. ]
Crazy’s a little extreme, [ Alhaitham quips, not suddenly growing merciful and giving in to the whining. No, his fingertips are still bullying that one spot, applying that pressure. ]
Shame you know exactly how to stop this.
[ Alhaitham is just as busily feeding on the sights and sounds he’s getting now. His own cock feels just as hard as Kaveh’s looks. ]
But I guess you don’t want me inside you.
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Shame you know exactly how to stop this.
This time, Kaveh's answer is a distinct whine. This isn't fair, Alhaitham is driving him insane, he's going to kill him, Kaveh needs and he won't give it to him, even going so far as to comment that he guesses Kaveh doesn't want him inside when he knows full fucking well that's exactly what Kaveh wants—
He can't take it. It's too much. It's not enough. His hips arch, and he whines again. ]
Alhaitham, please.
[ He bites the rest of it off. This is as much satisfaction as he's willing to give right now. ]
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He wasn’t asking for Kaveh to whine, but he’s been very successful at that. It’s plenty satisfying in and of itself, between the very clear vocalizations and the writhing… Alhaitham is doing something right as much as he’s doing something wrong. Another crueler day, he could find out if he could get Kaveh to come from this alone.
Today, however, there’s something more he’s seeking from Kaveh. It’s on the very tip of Kaveh’s tongue, he’s almost there.
When Kaveh says please, it sounds nice.
Alhaitham still thinks it’s missing something. Kaveh had been very clear that he would know when he was begging and Alhaitham isn’t sure yet. He’s not sure he heard anything at all, actually. ]
Huh? What was that?
[ He needs to be sure he heard the right thing, especially when Kaveh was so very clear he wasn’t going to beg. Alhaitham needs to make sure he’s not hearing some hallucination. ]
And what was it, precisely, that you wanted?
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To repeat himself, and be more specific.
He sucks in a sharp breath, writhing under the other's touch, whimpering as he tries to get himself under control. He'd promised himself he wouldn't beg, he swore it,
but Alhaitham keeps rubbing his prostate in that same slow, teasing way, and Kaveh— ]
Please.
[ It's another sob, a distinct whine as his hips try to push up, as his breath catches with desperation. Whatever promise Kaveh made himself before, it's forgotten in the overwhelming need, the unrelenting pleasure. His wrists strain, and another needy sob falls off his lips. ]
Alhaitham, please, please— fuck me, please—
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As it is, the near sobs only encourage Alhaitham more, listening to how desperately Kaveh wants more. He’s been hard this entire time, took his time to take care of Alhaitham first. His cock looks like it so badly needs relief, but Alhaitham can’t help being wanting to hear what Kaveh has teased him with. He wants it. Which isn’t to say he’s not enjoying the journey because he is. He’s not about to forget any of this.
His pupils are blown wide, his eyes dark and gaze overfilled with desire for the way Kaveh whines, halfway sobbing, and the next please comes to him. A messy, whiny thing. Then come the next handful, easy and desperate and —
Alhaitham supposes Kaveh was right. He does know when he’s begging.
Kaveh is immediately rewarded with the worlds more unsatisfying prostate massage coming to an end. Alhaitham adjusts them and the next minute it’s the tip of dick, slicked up and wet and hard pressed against Kaveh’s hole. ]
Now, was that so hard?
[ He’s murmuring at the same time as he’s sinking his dick inside him. ]
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And then the other man murmurs his response—Was that so hard?— and presses into him, making Kaveh keen his pleasure, back arching and body stetching underneath as his fingers curl against each other.
(A tiny part of him wonders how good it would have been had Alhaitham praised him for being obedient. He'll never admit that aloud.) ]
Mm, fuck—feels good—
[ He tries not to hurry the other along, not right away. He knows after all that Alhaitham, to his own memory, is a virgin, that he might need that extra time to ground himself now that he's finally pressing home. But Archons help him if he doesn't want to. Kaveh bites down on his lower lip, breath whistling through the gap in his lips. ]
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Now, it's stealing his breath.
He might have to accept that he isn't as certain as he thought he was. Maybe he shouldn't have entirely written sex off. He can't imagine this with anyone but Kaveh, somehow.
When he's sunk in until the hilt, balls pressed up tight against him, he pauses to take a long stuttering breath. A hand grips under Kaveh's thigh, lifting it up further against him as he slowly pulls his hips back in a smooth motion. It doesn't help when he looks up through his lashes and it's Kaveh, face red and needy and arching so pretty. Alhaitham doesn't have enough time in his day for everything he wants to do suddenly.
He wants to hear more of that sobbing desperation in Kaveh's voice, he thinks.
It doesn't take much more consideration before he's snapping his hips, diving his cock back into Kaveh with a purpose. It wrings a grunt out of him, a bit off groan as he sinks his teeth down on his bottom lip as his pulse starts to pound in his ears. Archons, if Kaveh doesn't feel perfect. Alhaitham's every thrust aims to delve harder and deeper, to shove some impossible last centimeter further into Kaveh. ]
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Gods, the look on the other man's face—
And then, suddenly, Alhaitham is fucking him in all the ways he sought out before, hips shoving hard and deep against him with an effort that makes a grunt escape the younger. Alhaitham's teeth sink into his own lower lip in a way that makes Kaveh's hands tug at his restraints so hard that the metal of the chain jangles, a sudden rush of desire to hold the other running through him. To kiss him.
Instead, he's forced to ask for what he wants, something that, he'll think later, no doubt gives Alhaitham no small amount of satisfaction: ]
Come—come closer, please. [ A groan, whimpered over his lips as his hips arch, press up against the hardness of those thrusts, inviting Alhaitham impossibly deeper. ] Let me.. mm, kiss you.
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He does though. His words spoken like a plea over the sound of their bodies crashing together, the resounding smacks of skin as Alhaitham’s thrusts seek deeper and harder. The request he hears, voiced in whimpers, is absurd. He’s already this deep in Kaveh and he’s asking — for a kiss.
It’s foolish. Unnecessarily intimate.
Since Kaveh asked so nicely…
Alhaitham is complying anyway, swept up in all of Kaveh’s dramatics. He’s propping himself up on one arm so he can bend in to meet Kaveh’s mouth, the same mouth responsible for every cry and gasp and groan he’s listened to. It’s impossibly satisfying for their mouths to meet again in what can only be a messy kiss, teeth catching first in a messy nip before his lips meet Kaveh’s already swollen lips with his own, opened mouth and slipping his tongue inside like he can be any further in Kaveh than he already is. Between them, he’s generous enough to wrap his spare hand around Kaveh’s throbbing and neglected erection, starting to stroke it in his hand in loosely similar rhythm to his own thrusts. ]
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His wrists strain at the metal again, and Kaveh whimper-moans into Alhaitham's mouth as his is captured in a kiss as messy and desperate as it is satisfying, Kaveh's heart a double-time drum against his ribcage as he answers, tongue arching in the same way that his body does, meeting that which slips between his lips in a wanton tangle. What's left of his breath ghosts over their joined lips, a sigh as much as it is anything else, and then he's left whimpering breathlessly between their kisses, snatching gasps of air from between their lips whenever he can.
And then, making things better still, long fingers wrap around his erection, stroking in a rhythm that matches the rhythm of their bodies. It's embarrassing how he nearly comes on the spot, body tightening around Alhaitham's cock even as Kaveh sucks breath from their kiss, nails biting into the palm of his own hand as he clenches a fist, trying to get himself under control.
He keeps it together, but only just, and as the other's movements continue, he's still teetering dangerously close to that edge. He won't last long at this rate.
It's almost as disappointing as it is shameful. ]
Ngh—Haitham, if you keep that up—
[ It's an attempt at a warning. Slow down, so I don't ruin everything too soon. ]
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Alhaitham's hips kick a little harder when he can feel Kaveh clench tight around him and there Kaveh goes again. Haitham.
He exhales a ragged groan, his thumb slipping over the angry tip of Kaveh's tip while he wonders how bad it would be if Kaveh came, his mind still reeling with that newfound ability. He wants it. He wants Kaveh to spill all over his hand, wants to hear what he would sound like and the thought sends shivers down his spine.
Too soon doesn't cross his mind, but he hears the warning in Kaveh's voice, like he doesn't want that just yet. ]
I — ah— [ he struggles to get already breathless words out, but evidently Kaveh needs to hear it. ] Want to see you come—
[ With a shaky shuddering gasp, he does comply, though. He drops his hand to grab Kaveh's thigh instead, as if he can maneuver Kaveh closer. His forehead rests against Kaveh's own between kisses, frantically breathing the same desperate breath as he chases pleasure, driving his hips in quick snaps that collide forcefully against Kaveh, the impact almost embarrassing in volume. Archons, he thinks this is the most out of breath he's been in ages. He can barely think. All he can see is Kaveh. ]
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