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"This temperature is refusing to give me a break today,"

Whilst the sun had set hours ago, the terrain of Sumeru remained sweltering, its air heavy and humid. The urge to run back to your home country, Snezhnaya, steadily rose as sweat pooled at the back of your neck. However, turning back would not aid your desire to study within the land of wisdom, an opportunity that was too good to turn down simply due to its humid terrain. Sleepless and frustrated, you unbutton the buttons of your long tunic. The tunic had been a staple since you arrived in Sumeru. A kind woman at a street stall had picked out the garment adorned with lilac embroidery encouraging you to wear it to fit in more easily. Of course, you had no problem wearing such a thing; however, since you were alone in your student cabin, it was difficult to find a reason to keep falling victim to Sumeru's obscure evening heat.

With a sigh, you allowed the top half of the tunic fall over your shoulders. You remained with your fitted tank top; the fabric clung tightly against your skin, laced with sweat. A moment of relief flushes over you before the relentless heat runs through your chest and arms once more.

"Maybe I should just change out of this tank top," you mutter to yourself, arms making their way to the fabric's bottom.

Nonetheless, your second attempt to salvage yourself from the sweltering weather of Sumeru was interrupted by a knock at the door. Your hands drop as you peer over. You wern't expecting any visitors tonight...

"Y/N, it's Al-Haitham I've brought you something I think you'll like," you watch as the door opens and Al-Haitham enters with what seems to be a bucket. His vibrant green eyes meet mine, and within a few seconds, his face is masked with red.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N I didn't realise-"

"Don't worry, Al-Haitham, just come inside," you respond, not wanting to make him uncomfortable... I mean, it's not like your naked or anything.

Al- Haitham hesitates for a moment but enters, allowing you to see his entirety. The last thing you expected on your scholarly journey to Sumeru would be to meet someone like Al-Haitham. To say he was alike a prince was an understatement. By day he was a mathematical scholar; by night, a reliable knight in shining armour. Tousled grey hair fell over his forest-green eyes, and as always, he stood in his intricate attire, his dendro vision lying across his left shoulder. You coax him over to the end of the bed, shuffling over to make room for him. The student cabin isn't exactly spacious. Besides a bathroom, desk and kitchen, the only place to sit is your own bed. Not that it mattered, Al-Haitham had visited your cabin many times before, whether to ask for an opinion on his next theory or help out with a dendro samachurl camp running riot within Sumeru's rainforest.

"I realised that you've been struggling a little with, well, the temperature, you could say," he says calmly, walking over with a bucket and placing it at the foot of your bed.

"It's astonishingly different to Snezhnaya," you scoff.

"You really don't need to wear a tunic if you're going to boil yourself alive Y/N," Al-Haitham continues.

You rub the back of your neck anxiously. Suddenly, you you're aware you're currently beside the on-par prince of Sumeru, looking like a sweltering mess. You shift your long hair behind your ears, covering up your neck and crossing your arms in an attempt to gain some modesty back. You peer over to the bucket Al-Haitham placed on the floor...

"Wait, is that ice water?" you question, looking up at Al-Haitham's almond eyes.

"Sure is. You should be thankful this ice is sacred in my household, I even emptied out the entire freezer for this," he chuckles, waving around a hand towel he seemingly had brung along with the bucket.

You watch Al-Haitham dip the cloth into the bucket of ice water and squeeze out the water before meeting your eyes.

"Turn around," he says plainly.

"Why?" you contest confused by his actions.

"Consider it a thank you for helping me out with all the dendro smachuruls the other day," he responds forcibly, turning me around to face a wall.

You remain stiff as you feel Al-Haitham moves your hair aside, and the frosty cloth makes contact with the back of your neck. You stifle a shudder as Al-Haitham's hands brush over your shoulders and arms, leaving behind water droplets.

"It's a shame you don't have a cryo vision Y/N. You could've frozen my ice cubes for me," he announces, oblivious to your shaky breath.

A silence falls over the room as your head is too clouded to respond, and Al-Haitham's hands stop and rest on your shoulders.

"Are you ok? Is it too cold?" he asks. Unknownst to you, a smirk began to form across his face.

"It's fine," you stumble, lowering your head in an attempt to regain your focus.

You feel Al-Haitham lowering his head, his lips brushing ever so slightly over your ear.

"I didn't realise you were this sensitive," he whispers.

Finally, you snap back to reality and turn yourself around abruptly. You are now facing Al-Haitham, whose cheeks were painted with red, his green eyes wide with shock. Your breath hitches as you make reason with the situation... Your heart begins to pound within your chest, and you squeeze your legs together. Truth be it, you barely talked to anyone within Sumeru besides Al-Haitham... let alone have a chance to relive your sexual urges. You felt Al-Haitham's hot breath ghost over your face. Perhaps you should just kick him out of the cabin before your irrational desires take over. You quickly stand up from your bed, your legs feeling like jelly, and Al-Haitham hesitantly pulls back, throwing the soaking cloth over his exposed shoulder.

"It's pretty late, come to think of it," you spiel avoiding his gaze.

"You should go back to your home before someone notices your missing," you continue.

You gaze up and meet Al-Haitham's eyes once more. His body towers over your own, and being so close to him made you realise how broad his shoulders were and how built he truly was. Yet, Al-Haitham wasn't fazed by your recommendation. Instead, you watched his eyes shift over your body and stop at your chest. At this moment, you realised that your white tank top had become completely soaked with water revealing the lace bra underneath. Less than a second later, you feel his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest. The shock of his advance forces a gasp out of you, and you feel a familiar heat pool between your legs.

"What if I don't want to leave?" Al-Haitham declares, his hands on your lower back.

"What are you trying to say," you stutter, struggling to find the strength to release yourself from his grip.

"I'm saying I want you. Now."

Al-Haitham removes an arm around your waist and lifts it up to your face. He raises your chin gently, so your eyes lock onto each other.

"Do you want me too? If you don't, I'll take my leave," he says softly, the arm around your waist tightly bound.

"I want you too," you finally blurt, your heavy breathing instantaneously becoming louder.

"Now."

Al-Haitham wasted no time releasing his other hand from your waist to pull me into a feverish kiss. The heat that enveloped your body had migrated between your legs, creating a pool of wetness within your underwear. Returning his kiss, his tongue forced its way into your mouth, intertwining with your own. Your arms which had laid idly at your side, wrapped around Al-Haitham's neck, closing the little distance between each other left.

Al-Haitham's hands are removed from your face, pushing you back onto the bed. Desperately he lifts the soaked tank top over your head, and you hastily remove the tunic off your waist. You look up at him, disappointed. Here you am, exposed on the bed while he remained fully clothed.

"That's not fair," you whine, crossing your legs together tightly.

Al-Haitham simply chuckles softly before pulling away at his armour and elaborate attire. The accessories hanging at his waist jingle as he throws the belt carelessly away, finally pulling over his black tank top over his head. For a moment, you marvel at Al-Haitham's tanned abs and muscular arms, the shame you had felt a moment ago melts away as you fawn over him. Brushing back his grey hair Al-Haitham closes in on your neck, peppering kisses across it and biting softly at your shoulder. You bite your lip, not wanting to give away your pleasure so soon.

"Why are you so quiet, Y/N," he whispers while moving down to your chest.

"I'm starting to think I should have turned down your offer if I knew you were going to be this cocky," you mutter, feeling the back of your bra snap open.

Your mouth is snapped shut at the feeling of your nipple being pinched. You look down to find Al-Haitham kneading at your breasts and continuing to pepper kisses across your chest. As you felt yourself slip away, losing yourself to the feeling of his wet mouth across your body, his hands stop at your knees. Without even the slightest effort, he spreads your legs open, leaning into your clothed pussy.

"I doubt you would have kicked me out,"

Al-Haitham's fingers glide over your underwear, the wetness soaking it and transferring over to his fingers. The little stimulation already sending you over the edge as you push your ass off the bed in an attempt to gain more friction. Al-Haitham chuckles, removing his fingers and sliding them into his mouth, all while maintaining intense eye contact with you.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you Y/N," he says.

"But don't blame me if I lose myself a little ok, it's been a while," Al-Haitham continues to mutter before tossing your underwear off.

You can't help but repeat the words 'it's been a while' in your head. You would have thought the prince of Sumeru had no issue arranging himself some midnight company. The brief thought was interrupted by an hot wetness piercing through your hot core. You gasp loudly, attempting to snap your legs together but failing as Al-Haitham's hands keep a powerful hold on your knees. Al-Haitham's tongue makes its way throughout your folds before pressing down harshly on your clit. A stifled moan finally escapes your lips, and you avoid Al-Haitham's gaze, which surely has a smirk plastered over it. His tongue moves back and forth across the sensitive bud. You cup a hand over your mouth; your moans continue to escape your mouth and become louder. The tension in your stomach grows, but before the ball of tension and heat can snap, Al-Haitham pulls away. A disappointed whine begins to escape your lips, the desperation for release taking over. Yet within seconds, Al-Haitham had taken an ice cube and pushed it inside your dripping, hot hole.

"Fuck!"

The cold ice cube remains inside, slowly melting with your own heat, while Al-Haitham resumes his abuse to your swollen clit. Your hands fly down and tangle themselves within Al-Haitham's grey hair, determined to chase your climax. Al-Haitham finally lets go of your knees, with one hand returning to your breasts and the other inserting a finger into your pussy which was now overflowing with your juices and the melted ice. As a second finger enters your pussy, you are sent over the edge, the ball of tension within your core finally snapping.

"I'm gonna cum!" you shriek with pleasure.

Al-Haitham refuses to remove his lips from your core, continuously stroking your clit with his tongue and pumping his two fingers within you. Your release spills over Al-Haitham, who desperately laps away, refusing to back away from you or waste any of your precious liquids. Once you finally came down from your high, he backed away, taking his fingers out, licking them clean and wiping his dripping mouth. You lay breathless on your mattress but despite Al-Haitham's infatuated tongue work... you wanted more.

"You're so sweet," Al-Haitham gasps, catching his breath.

Although you didn't notice it, distracted by your post-climatic bliss. Al-Haitham was crazy over you. Countless nights he had spent fantasising about you, about sending you over the edge, about pleasing you and watching your calm, collected, and serious demeanour fall apart. The sweetness of your release was a mere benefit of his original goal. However, Al-Haitham wasn't done, his urge to see you fall apart completely wasn't complete.

After catching your breath, your senses are rekindled, and you can recognise Al-Haitham beside you stoking your hair gently. More sharply, you notice the hard bulge in his boxers, and your face goes red as reality hits you. You've taken so much yet given so little. You pull yourself up and look into Al-Haitham's lustful green eyes. You lean in to meet his lips, and your hand travels to the bulge, tracing your fingers over it before palming it.

A hushed groan escapes Al-Haitham's lips, and for a moment, you believed you could regain some of the power he had taken from you. However, you spoke too soon. Al-Haitham grips the wrist at his crotch firmly and pulls away from my cluttered kisses.

"Didn't I say I'd take care of you?" he says sultrily.

His hypnotic green eyes distract you, and within seconds, Al-Haitham hoists you into his lap. The bulge you were palming before was now pressed against your bare pussy, which was already becoming wet with desire once more. You silently watch Al-Haitham become flustered as you slowly grind on him, watching pre-cum leak through his boxers.

"Why are you so quiet," you taunt, wrapping my arms around him and burying my face into the crook of his neck.

"I told you not to blame me if I lose myself. Remember?"

Al-Haitham throws you onto the bed, pinning down your hands tightly, the rush of his spontaneity coursing through your veins. A familiar green aura begins to exude from Al-Haitham's hands. You realise that he is making work of his dendro vision to produce a pair of vines. The vines wrap around your wrists and tighten, restraining you and sending your train of thought into a flurry. The urge for another release becomes overwhelming, so overwhelming you can barely differentiate between speaking and thinking.

"Please," you pant.

Al-Haitham places his hands on your chest, attempting to hide his own desperation. At this moment, all he wanted to do was fuck you hard and senseless, but at the same time, he had the urge to savour the opportunity to turn his fantasies into a reality. Watching you struggle against the vines, desperate to be filled with his cock was his final breaking point. In a flurry of emotions, Al-Haitham pulls down his boxers, his cock springing up painfully hard. He was at least seven inches, but what worried you the most was its girth, the thought of Al-Haitham's thick cock stretching you out, causing you to pant noisily.

Lining up his cock carefully to your dripping hole, he slowly enters. As his cock stretches you out, you wince with slight pain. However, the pain subsides as you get used to his hot length growing within you. Al-Haitham looks into your eyes with worry, giving you a chance to back out or stop him. Instead, you buck your hips up, pushing his cock further in and emitting a long moan. Accepting your consent, Al-Haitham begins to thrust inside you, the tightness of your pussy sucking him in with each and every thrust. You finally can watch him lose his humanity as he speeds up, allowing his moans to fill the room with your own.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he moans out, rubbing his thumbs over your nipples.

As you begin to get used to Al-Haitham's size and rhythm, he decides to take yet another ice cube and place it over your clit. You wail with pleasure as he rubs the ice over your clit with one hand, the other remaining on your breast and his cock continuously pumping within you. The vines bound around your wrists begin to disintegrate as Al-Haitham focuses solely on fucking you senselessly. Your arms fly around his neck as he hits your most sensitive spot, and you moan into his ear without an inch of shame. The sound of your pleasure sends Al-Haitham over the edge, his cock pulsating within your clenched, tight walls. His rhythm speeds up, continuing to hit your sensitive spot several times.

"Right there! Don't stop!" you whine into his ear.

As your pussy's walls begin to spasm, Al-Haitham can tell you are just as close as him. Together you moan deafeningly, calling each other's names out as you reach your climaxes. Al-Haitham pulls out, shooting his thick cum over your stomach. Unconsciously, you rub it over your plump breasts, which were covered with bite marks and bruises.

You lie beside each other in silence for a few moments, processing the past hour. Realising you were covered in cum, Al-Haitham fetched a fresh cloth soaked with warm water, cleaning you up gently. Throwing on a pair of boxers and helping you to get dressed into an oversized shirt... Al-Haitham recognises the shirt from one of his past endeavours with a group of cryo abyss mages. The shirt was previously soaked in blood, however, you had offered to clean the shirt for him and forgotten to return it. Carefully he dresses you into the shirt as you limply lay across the bed, overcome with exhaustion.

"You're not leaving, are you?" you manage to stifle, patting the empty space on the bed beside you.

Al-Haitham looks surprised by your sudden change of attitude and willingly lays beside you. Tucking your hair behind your ear and laying a hand over your waist to comfort you.

"You said it had been a while," you suddenly say, looking into his clear green eyes.

"After everything that just happened, you want to talk about that," Al-Haitham responds with a chuckle.

You give him the most serious look you could muster, shuffling your body as a warning.

"Ok fine," Al-Haitham gives in.

"Yes, it had been a considerable amount of time since I've had sex. It was only because I had my eye on someone, and they wouldn't take any goddamn hints," he admits avoiding my eye contact.

"Huh, you're serious?" you question, your sleepiness fading away and being replaced with curiosity.

"It's hard to enjoy something if you keep thinking about someone else," he continues, his face going a pale shade of pink.

"That's cute," you giggle, placing a hand against his chest.

"Um, but Y/N, I don't want things to just end here," Al-Haitham suddenly confesses.

"I was wondering if you'd be interested in spending a day with me without excessive studying or meticulous fights with samachruls and abyss mages," he murmurs.

You realise after a few moments that THE Al-Haitham was asking you out on a date. A smile plasters over your face as you peer up to meet his eyes.

"I think I'd like that," you answer with a smile.

Al-Haitham pulls your body in tightly, wrapping his muscular arms around your frame. In return, you bury your head into his chest and soundly fall asleep within his arms.

Perhaps you may have to delay your return to Snezhnaya...

-BONUS-

NEW TEXT MESSAGE FROM: CYNO
CYNO: I'm pretty sure even Lord Kusunali heard that atrocity last night.

ME: It was that loud?

CYNO: Are you kidding me? It sounded like you were getting it on with the Archon of Sex!

ME: Can you please just shut up for once. I didn't realise the walls of these blasted cabins were that thin.

CYNO: Well, are you going to tell me who it was?

ME: You can figure it out yourself since you're so smart :|

CYNO: I'm literally outside your cabin right now. Did you think you could hide this from me?

ME: Please tell me you're joking...

CYNO: Holy fuck... is that fucking Al-Haitham. You owe me one for not spilling this juicy secret to Dehya.

ME: For the love of Celestia...