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A satisfying strike hitting the ball had brought Alhaitham's attention back to the practice itself. During this whole run-thru, he's been thinking of things that require physical activities.
Sweat dripping down Kaveh's face, Alhaitham fell back into a daydream, imagining explicit things he would do if he could. With every detail he thought of and how he would plan each movement out.
Alhaitham's eyes drifted from Kaveh's face to his body and straight to the wall behind the blonde-haired man.
"Good job, guys!" Some affirmative words are being shared here and there within the team, praising each other, Which almost gave Alhaitham a single idea that would be worth thinking about.
' Would Kaveh enjoy being praised...? ' He pondered silently. Soon, he somewhat dismissed the idea since he already knew what the man was like.
Gripping his poor water bottle, Alhaitham focused his gaze on the blonde man once more, only just noticing that they were stretching now. Clenching the bottle tightly, he inhaled quietly, his eyes watching every movement Kaveh was making.
The way his muscles would tense in different positions, his skin looking smoother than before.
He was clearly enjoying this. Alhaitham leaned closer from where he was sitting, taking a mental note of how the shorts he was wearing kept sliding up his thighs ever so slightly. Almost would've gone unnoticed if he wasn't staring so intensely.
Some chattering was being done from where Kaveh was. He wasn't particularly interested in what they were discussing, but with every position that the team switched to, Alhaitham could feel his shorts rising.
What did it for him was when the team started doing squats, Kaveh especially.
Slowly exhaling from the sight, Alhaitham memorized how Kaveh looked before standing up and walking down from the bleachers.
"What the hell is my problem...?" He muttered. In the corner of his eye, he noticed Kaveh jogging towards him, silently cursing to himself. He stopped and turned his body to an angle.
"Alhaitham? You leaving already?"
Alhaitham glances back for a second and shrugs before continuing forward towards the gym bathroom and muttering a small, "I'll be right back."
He made his way to the gym bathroom and into one of the empty stalls, locking the door behind him.
Hearing the clang of the lock, he wasted no time relieving himself through his shorts. Leaning his back against the stall door, he rubbed his crotch.
"Senior..."
He whispered before taking his dick out of his shorts, rubbing the tip with his thumb. Despite the feeling of it being dry, it still feels good.
One hand was on his cock, and the other clenched onto his shirt. Jerking himself off to the thought of his senior, pre-cum dripping down from the tip and onto his hand.
Soft moans leave his mouth sweetly, almost scared to get caught in the action.
While also feeling even more excited if it was his senior who found him in such a state.
"Ah.. haa..."
Quiet moans fill the empty bathroom. Each stroke feels almost too good. His stomach tightened whenever his hand rubbed against the tip. Shakey exhales left his mouth, and his eyebrows furrowed from frustration.
His hips met with each stroke. His shirt now moved, being held between his teeth. Taking in the view from his bottom half, he let loose with his vision momentarily from the pleasure.
' This feels so perverted... ' He thought.
Although he isn't entirely wrong, he couldn't care less. Just thinking of his senior in such explicit positions was enough to excite him.
The way he would pound into the older man roughly with no consideration of how his senior would be feeling. Fucking into the man so harshly was a dream.
Alhaitham's eyes started to close from the pleasure. Fantasizing the way Kaveh would cry from both pleasure and pain, He could feel himself getting even more riled up from this.
Grinding into his hand even more, he didn't want to stop. He wouldn't stop if he had his hands on his senior. Or maybe he would. His senior is far too gorgeous to make a mess of. But even then, begging wouldn't get the man off him.
His breathing became heavy, nearing his climax. Alhaitham turned over and leaned his forearm against the stall door with his head against his arm, too.
Stroking his dick even quicker and more needy, he let out a muffled whine before hearing the bathroom door slam open by another person.
From the sounds of it, there was only one person who had entered the bathroom.
Quietly, Alhaitham opened his eyes and hopelessly breathed through his nose, his strokes slowing down in case. The footsteps sounded to be getting closer to his stall.
Internally cursing at himself, Alhaitham waited silently for the other to say something or at least make some noise.
"Alhaitham?" A pause, "Which stall are you in...?"
Kaveh's voice. Sounding as sweet as can be. Alhaitham smiled to himself before continuing with his perverted actions. Memorizing the way he had said his name.
Releasing the shirt from his teeth, he licks his bottom lip.
"Yes?... Kaveh." His name fell from his lips gracefully.
"You walked out on practice a while ago. Did something happen?"
He sounds so worried. It's adorable, almost. He listened attentively to the footsteps shuffling closer and eventually at the front of his stall.
Humming to himself, Alhaitham switched from stroking to rubbing once again. Continuously changing such small positions would be the death of him soon.
"Mm, no. Everything's okay."
Alhaitham responded, unsure if he sounded nonchalant enough like he usually does. The silence from the other man doesn't confirm if he convinced him or not. Opening his mouth to speak once more, Kaveh spoke before he could.
"What are you doing in there."
What he said clearly wasn't a question. Alhaitham knew he was caught in the action. And the only thing he felt from this was excitement.
After a few more moments of silence, he waited. He waited for the man on the other side to say something already. His dick was throbbing for more friction at this point. Rubbing the tip was all he allowed himself to feel until Kaveh spoke. To which he did.
"To be frank... you've been in here for more than 5 minutes," Kaveh mumbled, hearing his feet shift in position. Alhaitham did the same, remaining quiet. The other man continued to talk.
"From the sound of your voice earlier, too, you sound rather... Breathless."
His voice, he undoubtedly knows. Alhaitham also knows how the other purposely slowed his words down for him to listen to.
It came off almost teasingly, smiling to himself. He allowed himself to indulge further in this. He moves his hand against the base of his dick more attentively.
"If you know this much... Then please keep talking," Alhaitham muttered.
Letting out faint sighs. His wrist flexed with each stroke. Letting the pleasure take over once more.
He waited for the other to speak again. Just for him this time.
"Let me in... Alhaitham." Sounds almost like a soft demand.
Alhaitham slowly exhaled. Pretending to think about it. The thought of his senior coming into the same stall as him. The same senior that would be with him now.
Talking him into this and telling him to slow his pace or speed it up. It's all so arousing.
"Come on, let me in," His voice sounded so alluring. As if to drive the man into temptation, blinding him with a sort of seduction.
Kaveh pushed on the door urgingly, which snapped Alhaitham out of his daze.
Shifting on his feet once more. Alhaitham stopped leaning on the stall door. Keeping his hand on his cock, he slowly cracked the door open. Kaveh pushed it open and let himself in, as well as closing and locking the door behind him.
As beautiful as he looks, Alhaitham was indeed correct about the man being too gorgeous to make a mess of. But that doesn't mean he won't ruin him.
He had to be blessed with beauty. Everything on him was nowhere near out of place. He looked clean and gorgeous. It made Alhaitham frustrated looking at someone so ethereal.
His sight fixed on the latter as a whole. Taking in the sight without a glimpse of shame in his eyes. Kaveh moves behind him, closing the lid to the toilet. He sits down. Now entirely looking Alhaitham up and down, observingly too.
It is almost as if he was the art on display. As much as he was enjoying the attention, he wanted to hear his voice, too.
"Keep touching yourself," Kaveh murmured. Loud enough for Alhaitham to hear. And he did just that.
His back pressed against the stall door once again, and his hand moved against his dick more. His head felt hazy.
Kaveh's eyes travelled down his body once more, not missing a single movement.
Just to think he was the one fantasizing about him only moments before.
Eyes burning into his own, Alhaitham exhaled quietly, or at least as quietly as he could be.
His other hand moved to hold onto his shirt once more, clenching tight with each stroke he made on himself. Which only made Kaveh frown.
"Looks dry. Let me help you." He said, his hand placed on the back of Alhaitham's thigh. Pulling him off the wall and closer to him.
Alhaitham's breath being held in from the intimate contact while also being pulled in by his senior. His stomach swirled from the view before him. Moving his hand away from his dick, he allowed the other to take control.
Red eyes piercing into his own, he's reminded that this isn't a dream.
Kaveh's lips brush against the base of his dick. He shudders. Slowly placing his hands on his senior's hair. Alhaitham bites back a moan.
Feeling his tongue slide along the base of it, coated with saliva now. Kaveh moved one of his hands up and wrapped it around the latter's dick. His hand felt soft yet calloused. So admirable.
"Focus on me."
The man below him said. His tongue licked the tip, watching the way he put his lips together on it, too. Alhaitham flinched from the sensation. Indeed, he hasn't been focusing entirely. Having someone as perfect as him on his dick still felt surreal.
"Sorry... Senior," Alhaitham replies.
Biting his bottom lip at the feeling, he ran his fingers through Kaveh's hair.
Silky and soft, more healthy than anything else. Everything about the man is so perfect.
Alhaitham stuttered out a pathetic moan, the man below him was now jerking him off, lips still wrapped around the tip of his dick. He can feel his tongue moving against it. Eyeing the way Kaveh moves, he stops himself from thrusting forward into his mouth.
The temptation is overwhelming. All he wants to do now is to fuck his pretty mouth until he chokes on it.
Gripping his senior's hair now, his hips twitch. And soon, as if god has heard his plea. Kaveh opens his mouth and takes all of Alhaitham in.
Feeling the back of his throat. Alhaitham groans softly. Kaveh placed his hands on the latter's hips.
Alhaitham slowly pulls out, leaving only the tip in once again,
"I'm going to fuck your mouth..." He hushed.
Hearing a faint hum, Alhaitham took that as a good sign.
Rocking his hips gently, he didn't want to be too rigid with it. Seeing as how he wanted the man to be breathing while being used as a toy.
Moving his hips back, his dick slid out of the man's mouth. He groaned, slowly continuing this pattern. Taking in each sensation, mentally noting how good it fucking feels.
The way his dick slid out of his senior's mouth made his heart race from excitement. The same can be said when he shoves it in, too. Kaveh hollowed his mouth each time he pulled out slightly. It felt so surreal.
"Fuck... You feel so nice here..." Alhaitham praised.
Kaveh could only stare at him with his pretty eyes, holding eye contact with the man out of spite, and fuck, did he look hot doing it.
From there, Alhaitham just thought, 'fuck it,' and adjusted himself, moving his hands from his senior's hair. To his face. Holding it gently before fucking into his mouth roughly.
Hearing the man below him gag, he felt himself grow more hungry for pleasure on his own. Each thrust he made wasn't gentle.
Moaning with each movement, Alhaitham felt in heaven. Kaveh, on the other hand?
Not as much, but did he care? No, not now anyway.
"Senior... Ah," He stuttered into a lustful moan.
Gripping onto the man's face and shoving his mouth on his dick, having the man meet each thrust he made. His hips jerked back for a moment before shoving his dick down Kaveh's throat again.
Hearing the sounds of him gagging was satisfying, yes, but he would never make him actually choke on it, not now, of course.
Grinding his hips against Kaveh's mouth once more, he pulls out harshly. Gasps filled the empty bathroom, and Alhaitham felt something in him swirl with pleasure and thrill.
Kaveh's breathing was loud. It sounded as if he was gasping. Hungry to get more air into his lungs, a stupid smirk played on Alhaitham's mouth. He felt rather prideful to have the older man in such a state.
"Did you like that?"
He teased, tracing gentle circles on his senior's cheeks.
"Fuck you... You were too rough!"
Kaveh grumbled, his lips still parted, inhaling air whenever he could while drool dropped from his pretty lips.
"Mhn..."
The latter hummed, acknowledging what his senior had uselessly said.
The blonde-haired man stood up, just an inch shorter than Alhaitham, but he tried his best to meet eye to eye. Opening his mouth, Kaveh was going to say something before hearing the bathroom door open once more.
Panic slid across Kaveh's face, unsure what to do now but clearly didn't want to cause a scene by coming out of the stall he and Alhaitham were in. It would be too suspicious, and obviously, the two would be in trouble for having sex in the school bathroom.
Before Kaveh could do something stupid, Alhaitham covered the latter's mouth, holding him by the waist and switching positions so it was Alhaitham sitting on the toilet.
Patting his thighs, He motioned Kaveh to sit on his lap. To which he did, his legs hooked around Alhaitham's waist and their eyes meeting for a moment, all while assuming this would be better to do than to walk out of there and to where the other people were.
"Just jerk me off," Alhaitham whispered in his ear, holding Kaveh's hands and moving them to his dick.