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Kaveh quietly slide through the doorway into the entrance of his and Alhaitham’s shared house, letting out a sigh of relief that he was able to sneak in without any possible colleagues or acquaintances witnessing the act. The architect was returning from a frustrating day of dealing with clients that were once again unable to comprehend his architectural visions, but now he could sit down and relax-
As Kaveh enters the shared area of the house he almost jumps a foot into the air at a loud, high-pitched sound. Bordering on a scream, a shriek, and a whine Kaveh whips his head around frantically trying to pinpoint the origin of the noise. He stands ready to summon his claymore as he scans the common area, nothing but the usual couches and arranged décor, until he sees it. A trail of offensive mess, seeming to start on the middle couch, pillows sat at askew, rumpled blankets Kaveh remembers patting straight, and two half-drunk glasses of water standing forgotten on the coffee table.
Kaveh dully registers the continuing shrieks as his gaze follows the trail intently. Moving from the centre couch to the left one, the trend of rumpled furnishing continues, this time adding a familiar pair of crudely strewn shoes and a cape, as well as a pair of unfamiliar Inazuman looking sandals, and an incredibly large coat. Now on the floor and leading down the left hallway, Kaveh follows the familiar and unfamiliar trail of abandoned clothes until he arrives at the centre where the obscenely loud, now identified as moans, originate from: the slim opening of Alhaitham’s bedroom.
Along with the vulgar shrieks and whimpers, they are now accompanied by low grunts, chesty rumbles, and a continuous smack-smack-smack. Kaveh slowly approaches Alhaitham’s door, swallowing as he leans towards the slim crack and peeks into the scribe's room, his eyes immediately zoning in on the naked figure of Alhaitham stretched out on his bed, pinned down by a monstrously sized man with a mane of white hair, red horns, and swirling tattoos. A quiet gasp escapes the architects' lips, to which he covers immediately upon seeing the beastly sized cock pistoning non-stop into his roommate's fat, quivering pussy.
He couldn’t take his eyes away from the addictive sight. He knew Alhaitham loved being dicked down, having helped him before when the scribe became particularly, and unbearably desperate for his hole to be stuffed. But this sight was something he had never witnessed before, even when Kaveh had pounded the scribe's thirsty pussy into his mattress. Here, Alhaitham almost looked like he was possessed, his green eyes rolling back into his head, tongue lolling, and throaty shrieks freely escaping out of his kiss swollen mouth. Kaveh shuffles his feet as he feels himself harden, his heartbeat picking up as he secretly watches his roommate get a dicking of a lifetime. The hardwood of Alhaitham’s bedframe bangs consistently against the wall, fully giving away whatever debauched activities are happening in the room, but Alhaitham doesn’t seem to care as he loudly whines at the hard prick distending his flat tummy, appearing at disappearing as the man’s fat balls smack against Alhaitham’s dripping ass cheeks.
Kaveh looks back to the behemoth of a man railing Alhaitham, one of the man’s hands restrains both of Alhaitham’s wrists above the scribes’ head, his muscled body leaning over Alhaitham, rippling and stretching at each powerful thrust into the sloppy pussy. The other hand skims over Alhaitham’s reddened skin, a thumb swiping over the scribes’ drool covered lips, a moment to squeeze at his neck, down to tweak both pebbles, perky brown nipples, and landing a smack on the throbbing clit before rubbing at it in teasing circles. Kaveh reaches a hand down to grab at his throbbing dick as Alhaitham’s whole body jerks at the touches, hips jumping, pushing, and pulling away at the man’s touches, once, twice, before the scribe screams and arches his back. His hips rise up from the mattress chasing that addictive touch, only for the man to slam his cock into the convulsing pussy and yank it back out, laughing as Alhaitham’s twitching body shoots a stream of fluid onto the man’s abdomen, his screaming only coming to a stop when the man leans down and drags Alhaitham into a kiss full of spit and tongue.
Kaveh can’t drag his gaze away, a voice in the back of his mind hoping that the pair aren’t done just yet so he can keep stroking at his now free cock. The architect runs one hand up under his blouse to pinch at a nipple, the other hand stroking from the base of his cock to the head, twisting his palm over the tip and spreading his leaking precum back down his shaft. His breathing gets heavier as he watches the man retreat down the scribes still shaking body, planting a loud smooch on Alhaitham’s wet and messy pussy, before dragging his tongue up his body, circling around Alhaitham’s clit, up his toned torso, around both hard nipples and landing a gentle bite at the side of the scribes' neck.
Kaveh strains his ears trying to hear the mumbling words he can see dripping from the man’s red lips, only catching “pretty baby,” and “sweet pussy” before Alhaitham starts to sit up with the man’s help. The look on Alhaitham’s face is unlike Kaveh’s ever seen before. Sure, they’ve gone at each other before, but the look on the scribe's face is like one that’s been totally bewitched. Kaveh watches as the large man turns Alhaitham so that the scribe is lying flat on his back with his head hanging over the edge of the bed, his eyes looking almost with hearts at the man’s still hard cock swinging heavy in front of Alhaitham’s face.
“What a good boy.”
Kaveh’s heart skips a beat at the low, raspy praise of the stranger to Alhaitham, his sex riddled voice echoing in his own head, a spark running down his spine. He watches intently as the man takes a thumb and strokes the side of Alhaitham’s lips encouraging the Scribe to open up. Kaveh doesn’t blink once as he watches the man’s large cock head tap against Alhaitham’s lips, smoothing the tip along them like he was applying lipstick.
“What a pretty baby, putting his makeup on.” The man chuckles as Alhaitham pokes his pink tongue out, licking at the residue of white covering his lips.
Likewise, Kaveh licks at his dry lips, wishing he could taste the musky saltiness with his own tongue. Instead, he thumbs at his slit, biting at his lip to keep quiet, his heart beating at the prospect of getting caught watching his own roommate get dicked down by the beast of a man.
Kaveh watches without blinking as the man starts to push his thick length into Alhaitham’s waiting mouth, the Scribes tongue stretching out to take in the thick length. The architect waits with bated breath as he sees a bulge start to form in his roommates’ neck as the cock pushes down his waiting throat. And just like that the man starts to piston in and out of the Scribes throat, deafening sounds of glug-glug-glug of Alhaitham’s wet choking fills Kaveh’s ears. He watches enraptured as the man’s large balls slap against Alhaitham’s forehead and tightens the grip on his own length, the image of Kaveh in Alhaitham’s place appearing in his mind. His throat being used like a worn out onahole, choking on such a beastly cock to the point he’s on the brink of losing his mind.
The architect looks on through the crack in the door, hand pumping his leaking cock as Itto continues pumping into Alhaitham’s open throat, grunting praises as he reaches one hand down to Alhaitham’s crotch, the scribes knees fallen open for easy access to the worn-out wet pussy. An accompanying shrill to the continuous choking echoes through the room as Itto starts to rub vigorously at Alhaitham’s clit, his own hips never stopping as he starts to drag Alhaitham to orgasm as well.
“Fuck!” Itto grunts, watching as hot liquid starts to escape Alhaitham’s hole. “Gonna fucking cum in your tight throat!”
Kaveh fists his own cock, biting harshly down on his lip as he cums into his own palm, staring on as Itto thrusts harshly a few more times, abdominal muscles contracting until he finally stills. The architect wastes no time, his mind coming back to him as the cum in his hand cools and he quickly retreats into his own room opposite of Alhaitham’s own room.
Leaving so soon means he misses Itto slowly dislodging his thick length from Alhaitham’s raw throat, a thick web of cum snaps from Itto’s head and trails down Alhaitham’s reddened face, the scribe lightheaded and panting. Alhaitham lays there, body twitching every so often with liquid still pushing out of his raw hole.
Before he can start feeling cold Itto rearranges his body, so his head lays on his pillow and the Oni wipes a warm cloth over his sensitive skin. His eyes stay half lidded, and all he can see is the blurred view of his ceiling. Alhaitham whimpers as the cloth wipes over his still pulsing cunt, shifting his hips away from the touch and scowling when he hears Itto let out a laugh at him.
“What a good boy, huh,” Alhaitham turns his head towards Itto’s figure, reaching one hand out to the Oni. “You were so good for me Alhaitham.”
Itto kisses Alhaitham’s palm before sliding down next to the Scribe on the bed, careful not to brush against his oversensitive skin. He pulls a blanket up around their shoulders, stealthily cementing a free place to crash for the night, Alhaitham too fucked out of his mind to protest the Oni’s presence.
“Hey, Alhaitham.”
Instead of answering, Alhaitham just hums, closing his eyes.
“Do you have a roommate? Or a buddy that comes over or something?”
“Yeah…” Alhaitham mumbles. “Kaveh…” and just like that Alhaitham drifts off to sleep.
“Well, maybe I’ll have to formally introduce myself to Kaveh.”