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“haitham-”
“sh. they’ll hear us.”
“as if the-” kaveh was interrupted by a hiccup. “the book falling wasn’t already loud!”
rather than respond verbally, alhaitham pressed the flat of his palm against kaveh’s mouth and curled his fingers to cup the architect’s cheek. could kaveh not just listen to him one time? did every single statement need to have some bratty retort? as much as it typically entertained alhaitham to hear kaveh’s fits of passion, he couldn’t think of anything other than how pretty kaveh would look if he just shut the fuck up for one second.
a muffled whimper vibrated against alhaitham’s hand after the scribe sunk his teeth into the tender flesh of the blonde’s neck. the surrounding area had already been harassed and marked appropriately. the imprint of alhaitham’s teeth branded his throat, and the other had made plans long ago to press more into his chest. too often was he tempted by kaveh, who draped himself in expensive silks that would fall in just the right positions, letting the scribe see honeyed skin that taunted him so.
the party they had attended would continue to rage on without them. the pair had split from their group after kaveh had downed a few drinks. alhaitham swore he hadn’t guzzled as much as kaveh had- he had made a very conscious effort to not do that. but, judging by the sweat that beaded on his temples and how intoxicating the scent of kaveh had become when he pressed his face into the architect’s neck, he had more to drink than he intended to.
this was an old song and dance that the two constantly threw themselves into.
“hurry up,” kaveh hissed after wrenching the scribe’s hand from over his lips. “the party will be over before we even start!”
normally, alhaitham would have quirked a snarky response that made kaveh flush with irritation. his eyebrows would furrow together and his eyes would squint ever so slightly, followed by waterfalls of insults hurled in his direction. it would have encouraged the scribe to press further.
tonight, alhaitham unbuckled his pants with his right hand and craned kaveh’s head back to kiss him with the left. it was uncoordinated, messy, and didn’t last long before alhaitham had found his way back to kaveh’s neck and shoulder again. the left side of his throat had turned into a barbaric crime scene. angry red hickeys covered every inch that the younger’s teeth could reach, and kaveh couldn’t find it in him to pretend to care. not when alhaitham had worked his pants down just enough to unceremoniously press a finger into him.
he wanted so desperately to skip to the main event. unfortunately for them, three knocks beat on the door to the guest room that they had snuck into.
“haitham, kaveh, you in there?” cyno’s voice came from the other side of the door amidst the thumping music.
“fuck,” kaveh whispered urgently, starting to reach for his boxers.
alhaitham’s presence remained rigid and unyielding. instead of retracting his finger, he coaxed another digit into him, all while lowly mumbling “stay still” to the other.
“yeah, don’t come in though. kaveh’s feeling sick,” he stated a bit louder. the man beneath him had the audacity to let a singular sinful moan slip from between his hands that had covered his mouth, one that made alhaitham’s head spin with both drunken idiocy and horrible need.
“oh shit- does he need water? i can have nari bring it by. let me go find him- nari!”
another breathy whine had alhaitham swearing that kaveh did this on purpose. the older had desperately grappled with the other’s underwear after he realized that alhaitham had no intention of stopping while cyno checked on them.
“no-” the younger’s voice wavered when kaveh’s spit-slicked palm started to pump him. “no thanks. i’ll get it.”
“oh it’s no problem. you should stay with him so he doesn’t-”
“i said i’ve got it cyno,” alhaitham bit out.
“.....ooookay.”
cyno barely had time to leave the door when alhaitham ripped his fingers out of kaveh and snatched his wrist, yanking the other’s hand from his dick and pinning it over his chest. a scowl replaced his previously indifferent expression, one that he had worked so hard on maintaining long enough to try and (hopelessly) convince cyno that they hadn’t snuck into his and tighnari’s guest bedroom to have sex in.
apparently none of that mattered to kaveh. not when he had chugged everything that had been poured into his glass.
alhaitham’s clenched his jaw, teeth raking over his top lip while he contemplated on what to do to the mess beneath him. the mess that had the audacity to wrench his wrist from his grasp and yank him down onto the bed, rolling up to perch himself on alhaitham’s hips.
“too slow,” kaveh grunted, lining alhaitham’s tip up with his entrance before sinking down, down, down. he struggled to claw his own shirt off, but the result was a view that had alhaitham in a chokehold. “i’ll- ahn- do it myself.”
any complaints that alhaitham had locked and loaded in his mind dissipated. his hands sat on the divots of kaveh’s waist, nails digging into the plush fat of his hips as he tried to focus on anything but coming undone just as kaveh started to move himself.