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It started like this.
Alhaitham was in the House of Daena reading some very interesting history book. He prided himself on having the ability to escape the eyes of others, so no one would find him if he didn't want to be found. For every rule there was an exception, and for Alhaitham that person was Kaveh.
That part of the library was quiet and no one else was there, probably the reason Kaveh arrived with some designs and plans for his current project. Unlike usual, his roommate didn't bother to avoid him. Instead, he insisted on sitting across from him.
Alhaitham would normally be thrilled to be able to spend time with Kaveh, really, but it's just that the book really was interesting. And Kaveh looked so adorable when, drawing a complicated line, he'd frown and purse his lips. Or when he'd get an idea and his face would light up. Or when something didn't suit his imagination and his face fell a little. Or when... The point is, he couldn't simply ignore Kaveh. No matter how much he liked the book, with the knowledge that Kaveh was nearby, his gaze would drift back to him every so often and linger there for an embarrassing amount of time, and by the time he wanted to get back to reading, he'd have to start again —which was why he never read near his roommate in the first place.
He then tried to imply that he should go finish his project somewhere else, and Kaveh didn't take it in the best way. Before Alhaitham knew it, they had gotten into an argument about the use of library space that ended in another one about the use of space in the house and Kaveh complained that he never appreciated what he did for him —which was not true— but Alhaitham may or may not have responded something along the lines that he could do the housework alone. So, he had to cut the conversation off there by telling him to do whatever he wanted.
And Kaveh stayed out of sheer stubbornness, clearly frustrated. It was obvious that neither of them could pay attention to what they were doing now, but Kaveh kept his eyes on his work anyway and Alhaitham felt bad because he was sure that now Kaveh thought he meant he didn't need him —which wasn't true either.
After a while, he remembered a book and got up to look for it.
It's funny how things happen.
Alhaitham bent down to look on the shelf. The book he wanted was there, but not there there exactly. No matter how far he stretched his arm, he couldn't reach it. He had to curse whoever it was that came up with the idea of leaving such wide shelves against a wall. They were good for holding several books, not so good for taking them out. If he went in a little, he could reach it. The problem was that he wasn't sure he could get out later.
Thus, he sighed and turned to his roommate, who was still pouting as he pretended to ignore him.
"Kaveh, can you help me get the book out?"
The alluded one didn't even bother to look up.
"Ha, now you need my help? Help yourself."
One second you are arguing and the next you are stuck in a bookshelf.
At least he was right. He couldn't really get out once he got in.
He put down the book and tried to propel himself with both hands, but it was impossible and, in the end, he only seemed to become more trapped. He didn't make a sound as he squirmed. He only hoped that Kaveh really had gotten into his projects so that he could find a way to escape without him noticing.
Of course that was too much to ask.
"What are you doing?" Kaveh asked at last.
Alhaitham could imagine the view he was offering him. Bent in half, his ass was sticking out from the shelf, wiggling from side to side as if he was trying very hard to get his attention. Which he wasn't. Actually, he'd rather finish crawling into the bookshelf and stay there for the rest of his life.
"I'm looking for a place to sleep." He rolled his eyes. "I'm trying to get out."
He could already feel the heat spreading through his ears, but he didn't let his voice give it away. It was embarrassing enough without Kaveh knowing he was embarrassed, thank you.
Kaveh snorted.
"Okay, get out."
"I'll get out," he said just as stubbornly.
He could feel Kaveh's gaze on him as he pushed out again. There was no point, so he stopped.
"You like the view that much?," he prompted.
"I'm not even looking," Kaveh lied blatantly, and Alhaitham was pretty sure he still had his eyes on him even then.
It was so embarrassing and yet, knowing that Kaveh couldn't help but lay those ruby eyes on him when he was wearing those tight pants made something inside him squirm. He felt his nipples harden against the shelf. Was it really his fault if he spread his legs a bit when he tried to thrust himself out once again, unsuccessfully? With his music off, he could almost hear the sound of Kaveh swallowing saliva at that movement. Then he asked:
"Are you going to help me out or are you going to stand and watch?"
"I thought you could do everything without my help?" Kaveh mocked bitterly.
"Obviously, I could," Alhaitham had no problem admitting, "but I'm not going to break the bookshelf just to get out."
"You! Would it kill you to ask nicely?"
"I think I did just now, and look how that turned out."
Kaveh clicked his tongue, but the chair shifted and footsteps approached him. Alhaitham didn't have time to decide which was worse, having him watching from afar or up close, when he felt Kaveh's long fingers encircling his waist and his breath halted.
"Are you going to keep treating me like this even when you're so vulnerable?" There was a certain thrill as his fingers followed the curve of his waist with a care that made him dizzy. Way too intimate. Way too beyond anything they'd ever done. "I could go away and leave you here for someone else to find the oh, so respected scribe with his ass in the air for anyone who wants to see it."
Oh, gods, why did his stomach twitch at that tone?
"You wouldn't dare," he managed to say, just a fact that ended up sounding like a provocation.
"Ha."
Kaveh's hands slid down the shape of his waist to his ass, each touch leaving tingles in his crotch. Alhaitham could barely enjoy the touch before it was gone. He wasn't really going to leave him, was he? His mind went blank. He couldn't help it, he tried to stretch toward Kaveh reflexively, seeking the warmth of his hands with the desperation of one seeking water in the desert. He still couldn't escape, but Kaveh noticed his movement and a disbelieving laugh escaped him. Alhaitham bit his lips.
"Just say you don't want me to leave, will you?" He teased him. "Your sweet senior will help you."
He didn't touch him again —why wasn't he touching him? Wasn't Alhaitham vulnerable enough already? But Kaveh was certainly looking at him, and perhaps his hands were trembling with anticipation as much as Alhaitham's were.
Despite his tone, Kaveh's breathing was ragged as his hands returned to his waist. Perhaps because it wasn't the only thing. Kaveh leaned against his backside. One of the things he did that made Alhaitham's life difficult whenever he was together with his roommate in the living room was that his pants were too tight. Now, he had those pants to thank for being able to feel the shape of Kaveh's crotch against his ass. It wasn't bad. Actually, it was pretty good, and it was getting hard as Kaveh 'tried' to tug on him unsuccessfully. He wasn't really trying and Alhaitham was now too interested to complain. He felt himself getting wet with every friction, wasn't that the same as having clothed sex?
He wanted him, wanted him so much. He didn't care where he was anymore. He wanted to feel him against him, under his clothes, inside.
Then Kaveh pulled a little harder and sent him straight to his erection. Alhaitham wasn't expecting it. He thought he was going to exhale, but what escaped him could not be defined as anything more than a lewd moan.
Kaveh stopped.
Alhaitham froze.
He didn't have time to wonder if he had screwed up. Kaveh took a breath then announced:
"I'll try another way."
"Mn," Alhaitham nodded, just glad it didn't sound like another moan.
One second Kaveh had his hands on his waist and the next they had moved down to the hem of his pants. Skin brushed against skin and Alhaitham's eyes widened.
"I'm going to pull now." Kaveh pulled.
Alhaitham gasped. He didn't move an inch, but his pants came down to his asshole and his ass was in the air.
"Kaveh." He didn't know if it was a warning or a plea.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he apologized innocently. "Again."
He didn't even try to reposition his hands, he just pulled down and Alhaitham's pants ended up falling past his cunt.
There was a sharp intake of breath as Kaveh himself realized Alhaitham was already insanely wet. For him. The ambient air couldn't have affected Alhaitham's arousal then, he felt himself choking with excitement.
"You're not very good at this," Alhaitham pointed out teasingly, and this time his voice trembled a little.
Kaveh didn't even seem to notice as he clicked his tongue in annoyance.
It was so easy.
"You know what? I've got some oil here."
He turned and Alhaitham listened intently as he reached across the table to search through his things. Alhaitham should have wanted him to use it to slide him off, but at this point, when neither of them had bothered to say anything about pulling his pants up again, he couldn't care less.
Truth was his soul was stirring at the humiliation of finding himself in such a ridiculous situation, trapped on a stupid shelf in a public place. Anyone could suddenly decide they wanted a book from that section and just show up there. And he now had his cunt in the air, quivering and squirming from wanting to take his roommate's dick. He cared, but that was why it was so damn exciting. He had to squeeze his pussy to keep it from spilling out. Shit, he wanted Kaveh to stop playing around and fuck him already.
Kaveh was back soon enough again. He gave him no warning before opening the bottle of oil and, as if he had suddenly lost all coordination (a very real possibility now), the cold oil poured over Alhaitham's ass. The scribe shrank back with a gasp, but his excitement did not diminish one bit.
"Oops, I spilled it." Alhaitham could almost see the smile on his face, and the urge to go out to see him and eat his mouth came over him. "Let me clean it up."
Finally.
Kaveh used both hands to 'wipe' the oil. He kneaded his ass like clay, taking care to spread the oil toward his entrance. Alhaitham felt his cunt clench in anticipation, and it was obvious that he was not going to make any comment about Kaveh's cleansing. Instead, he took it upon himself to hold back his groans. After all, that was Kaveh's job. Soon, there was more oil that 'accidentally' spilled right over his entrance.
"Haitham, a bit went in," Kaveh continued the act, a finger tentatively stroking his rim, and Alhaitham had to bite his hand to keep from moaning on the spot. "Your senior will take it out for you, okay?"
Kaveh opened his folds with long fingers, but moved no further, letting the oil spill over his rim and mingle with the fluids already pouring out of him. Alhaitham felt himself being pulled by the exposure, rubbing his nipples against the shelf in anticipation. He wanted him to push him further, wanted him to stay like this teasing him.
"Okay?," his sweetness repeated.
Oh, of course he was expecting him to nod even at that point, and it seriously warmed his heart, but then he had to think of the best way to manifest his wishes to Kaveh. His lips parted with a sound.
"You got it dirty, you clean it up. Do better than at home, will you?"
There was nothing wrong with the way Kaveh cleaned at home, of course.
He knew he met his goal with Kaveh's sharp breath.
"Hmm? You got dirty first, didn't you?" Two of his fingers wandered between his folds, tantalizing his entrance without passing, down collecting his flow mixed with the oil to his clit. He circled there, making Alhaitham shudder beneath his fingers, "Is it my fault you're a pervert?"
Oh, that stirred too many things inside him.
He was the respected scribe, but there he was, stuck on a library shelf and getting turned on in public because his roommate was playing with him. Maybe he really was a pervert. He would be whatever it was that made Kaveh fuck him.
He was going to respond, but then a finger found its way inside his cunt. It slipped inside unceremoniously and Alhaitham really had to restrain himself then. He squeezed around it right away, but he was so ready for something bigger that he almost didn't feel it beyond the thrill of finally having Kaveh in him. And Kaveh purposely didn't move.
He needed him.
Alhaitham in desperation tried to squirm to get some friction, while Kaveh insisted on holding him still with his other hand.
"Are you that excited about being touched?," Kaveh teased him.
Alhaitham was the one who clicked his tongue then.
"Excited? I don't even feel you."
"So insincere," there was a dangerous tone in his voice that made Alhaitham tighten inside. "I'll help you feel it."
He ate his words instantly as two more fingers suddenly assaulted his hole. Alhaitham seriously couldn't hold it in any longer and a short moan escaped him, only for more to accompany the first as Kaveh began to penetrate him with his fingers. This time he was really feeling it, feeling it all. Whether or not it was good by the standards of others, Alhaitham wouldn't know with his brain melting into Kaveh. His senior might well strangle him and Alhaitham would beg him to keep touching him.
His legs trembled with the assault and he didn't even bother to complain, letting Kaveh open him up and stretch him as he wished, burning with every rough touch.
Kaveh let out a laugh and Alhaitham loved it too, tightening more to keep him inside.
"You take three fingers like it's nothing. You love this, don't you?" From time to time, he came out to rub his clit, sensitive to Kaveh's every touch, and Alhaitham could feel his wetness on his senior's fingers. "No one would think the scribe was a slut who likes to be fucked in public. You moan so nicely too, do you want everyone to hear you?"
Alhaitham grunted in response, but he was really enjoying the friction against his chest and he was so full he didn't feel like holding back anymore. Maybe he wanted to tell him it was only for him, only for Kaveh this was exciting, only for Kaveh he would spread his legs anywhere. Maybe he was writhing at his words and didn't want him to stop.
Alhaitham began to struggle to get off the shelf only to sink against Kaveh's fingers. His movements were so haphazard that he couldn't get very far, but he made his senior let out a giggle at his desperate attempts. Each touch sent him closer to the edge.
"I bet you take other people just as well with this pussy." He opened his fingers inside him as if to prove his point and Alhaitham stifled a groan. "You don't even care that it's me."
"What—?"
A fourth finger entered and Alhaitham gritted his teeth. The assault continued faster and harder then, driving his mind off the subject. His hole was seriously enjoying that abuse. It felt so hot. He squeezed Kaveh's fingers as if he wanted to keep them inside forever. No, he wanted it, every part of Kaveh wanted to keep it for himself. Orgasm was so close now.
"Kaveh," he growled, drawing air from where there was none to speak.
The older man slowed as he heard it, but the rhythm only made Alhaitham choke harder at the way Kaveh's long fingers stroked inside him and...
"Please, ah— please." If he didn't do it now, then when? "Really fuck me. Not with your fingers."
Kaveh's hand holding him by the waist tightened further and the man inhaled sharply. His fingers paused inside Alhaitham and then slowly slid out with a wet sound. The junior felt empty, a grunt came from him with the path to orgasm cut in half and his abused vagina opened and closed for something else.
"What do you want me to fuck you with then?," asked Kaveh in a whisper, as if he didn't know, but Alhaitham heard well the sound of his pants sliding down.
The saliva had been building up in his mouth for a while and at that moment he swallowed it, sure that it would overflow. He had long since slipped the headphones from his ears and heard the dirty sounds clearly as Kaveh began to run his hand over his long-ignored erection. He could imagine him covered in pre cum just by touching him. His voice still managed to sound serene, though hoarse, when he spoke.
"Your dick. In. Now."
There was a smile in Kaveh's voice as he rested the tip at the entrance of his junior.
"Was it that hard?"
'Ten years,' is what Alhaitham wanted to say. 'If it wasn't hard, it wouldn't have taken ten years.'
The tip was playing around his gaping hole without going in, and Alhaitham was actually considering breaking the shelf to get it inside him that instant.
"Kaveh, if you don't penetrate me right now—"
"As you wish."
There were no more words. Kaveh pushed hard. Alhaitham wriggled, his mouth opened, but no sound came out when he was suddenly opened. His pussy yielded to the encroaching object that thrust until it slammed against his womb. His whole body let go with Kaveh. It was hot, hot, hot.
"Senior—"
Alhaitham loved him.
Kaveh began to penetrate him as soon as he spoke, and their breaths broke. Neither of them could believe it. They were fire and would let themselves burn to ashes.
Kaveh's nails dug into his waist and Alhaitham could only sink into the sensation. Each thrust was accompanied by the wet sound of his pussy being filled and mingled with the gasps of both of them, echoing in that hidden part of House of Daena. Alhaitham didn't have enough air to restrain himself and he wasn't listening to himself anyway. All his attention was on his light.
Kaveh began to pull out to the brim, until only the tip was left inside and Alhaitham reflexively squeezed, seeking the warmth of his cock, only to have it fill him again in one motion. It worked every time, making him grunt like an animal. Kaveh wasn't much better, his rapid breathing letting out soft moans that Alhaitham devoured over his own. The smell of sex was now stronger than the smell of books. It should be the smell of Kaveh.
"Haitham, Haithoomi, mm—you take me so well. Do you like it, Haitham?"
Alhaitham could barely answer something like 'yes.'
He was trembling to touch him. He wanted to see his face right then, flushed with arousal, his ruby eyes absorbed with lust, he wanted to wrap his arms around his neck and kiss him, who cared about breathing if he had Kaveh?
He'd long since stopped caring where they were.
Someone could come along, see them, and he wouldn't give a shit.
What he really wanted was to get out of there to absorb everything of Kaveh.
Maybe it was the sweat, maybe it was the way they kept going in and out of it that drove him to find the exact position, but suddenly he stopped feeling stuck. He didn't think about it.
Kaveh staggered outside with a gasp as Alhaitham came off the shelf with a jerk. Turning around, there he was. Beads of sweat were sliding down his neck and cleavage, his clothes were in disarray, with his pants half pulled down and his still hard dick sticking out of it. He was right, it was leaking pre cum like crazy (and it was big. Did he really have it inside just now? He wanted it inside again). Kaveh's ruby eyes widened in surprise and disbelief and that lovely shade of pink covered his sweet face.
"Haitham, I—"
Wasn't he the most beautiful man in the world?
Alhaitham grabbed Kaveh by the cleavage and pulled him to himself, pressing their lips together. That wasn't just a kiss. They devoured each other. Alhaitham pushed against Kaveh's teeth and his senior let him in like it was his home. They tasted each other with that desire deferred for years moving them and the younger didn't bother to close his eyes.
He was doomed.
It was Kaveh who was clinging to him, it was Kaveh's erection that was held hard against his muscles, it was Kaveh's hands that squeezed his ass eagerly. It was Kaveh who wanted him as much as Alhaitham wanted him.
Alhaitham undid his pants as best he could and lifted one leg against the shelf, opening up to show his red, throbbing pussy.
"Fuck me."
Kaveh obeyed. He entered desperately and Alhaitham clung to him tightly, burying himself in his neck where he could smell his arousal, reaching inside the window of his back to touch his skin, and he loved being able to hear his gasps clearly because it was Kaveh.
Kaveh thrust in him fast and without rhythm, just wanting to take all of him, leaving nibbles all over his neck, and they were both so gone now.
"Haitham," his name was no more than a moan, "I'm going to come."
Kaveh tried to pull out, but Alhaitham wouldn't let him, thrusting himself against him. He was already so close, he wasn't going to let go now. Or ever.
"You're going to ruin the books," he growled as the last of his provocations.
Kaveh bit his shoulder hard and Alhaitham closed around his dick.
"Fool."
But he sought his junior's lips and kissed him as best he could. He increased the rhythm of his thrusts and Alhaitham let himself drown in it. The hot liquid spilled against his womb as Kaveh continued to move.
"Haitham—"
Alhaitham devoured the moan Kaveh let out with his orgasm the same way he took his semen and soon after the climax lashed him like a bolt of lightning.
The shudders turned his legs to jelly and he crashed against the shelf as his back drew an arc. He didn't let go of Kaveh though, he squeezed his pussy as if he wanted to take every drop of cum for himself because those were Kaveh's too.
They rode each other to the last parts of their orgasm together, just listening to the other gasp, but clarity soon set in.
Kaveh's expression waned and he tried to pull out again. Again, Alhaitham wouldn't let him, squeezing his ass to thrust against him. It wasn't a good idea, he was still sensitive and had to suppress a moan. Kaveh frowned then, as he always did when he was about to become defensive.
"We're done now, let me go?"
"We're not done."
"Huh? Didn't you come too?"
"If you come out now," Alhaitham said slowly, feeling his heart shudder with fear, "you're going to misunderstand everything and pretend you didn't want this."
Kaveh's eyes shook.
"I— We're still at the House of Daena—"
"Why did you stay, Kaveh?"
"Can't you ask that when we're dressed?" He tried to go out again, but Alhaitham stopped him with his eyes. He had no choice but to answer, "I just wanted to be with you, okay?" His heart really squeezed then. "But you always have to be so difficult. If anyone didn't want this, it would be you and—"
"It wasn't supposed to be like this, but if I don't say it now it will only be worse," Alhaitham interrupted before he regretted it, looking into those eyes as always, hoping they would see him back. His voice was flat so as not to shake, but he meant what he said, "Kaveh, there is no one else I want in my house, or in my life, or in my vagina, or in my heart. No one but you."
And this foolish man blushed even more, opening his eyes wide, but still not seeing him.
"Are you kidding me or—?"
"I would never lie to you."
The gears were turning in Kaveh's mind and he couldn't see it.
"I don't believe you," Kaveh sputtered.
It hurt.
"I will make you believe me," Alhaitham announced.
"You—" His lips trembled visibly. There it was. A hint of recognition. "Do what you want."
Alhaitham would hold onto anything.
"Good."
He leaned down and brushed their lips, just an innocent touch, but Kaveh told him to do what he wanted. His poor senior gasped as if he'd hit him by surprise, covering his mouth dramatically. Alhaitham had to look away so as not to start another round.
"Until then, don't leave."
Kaveh soon left him and Alhaitham hurried to put on his pants. They were lucky, no one had come. Either that, or they had heard the noises from afar and didn't dare approach. Whichever it was, he didn't care. He was fitting in his pants with his back to Kaveh when he heard it.
"Okay."
Okay.