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Young, foolish, accident prone. Jamil had no place to say how he felt about the young Asim. For at some points, Jamil was no better. The pair grew up together, with Kalim seeing Jamil as a dear friend, not out of obligation, but out of love. Jamil had little he could say about Kalim. Lest Jamil end up on a chopping block. He only huffed and carried on, supporting the young, light haired boy.
One aspect of Jamil’s job as a servant to Kalim, is to protect him at all costs. Observing, guarding, escorting him places and tasting his food for poison. Such is the life for the servant of a volatile heir.
Jamil hated it.
As the pair got older, things became noticeably easier for Jamil, as Kalim gained some independence. At least, that’s what Jamil thought. But one thing he neglected to factor in was the fact that both of them were about 13 years old. And puberty hit Jamil like a sack of bricks. He’d begin to get short with Kalim, steeling himself as his voice cracked, trying to regain composure. It wasn’t until the age of 15 that Kalim hit puberty as well. His tiny, meek voice still somehow bounced nicely in its deeper state. His voice cracks to this day. But it was because of their maturing selves that Jamil was ordered to, surprisingly, give Kalim a bit more space.
After a week Jamil found out why.
Early in the morning, a few months before their time would come to be accepted into Night Raven College, Jamil was taking care of some chores for Kalim, preparing to open his door quietly to deliver him fresh linens, his hand paused on the doorknob. He heard something odd. It sounded like Kalim but… there was something wrong. Kalim didn’t snore, but then again, snoring didn’t sound like the noises Jamil heard. It sounded like Kalim was in pain! Jamil cracked the door open to see if Kalim was okay. But his eyes widened at the silhouette in Kalim’s bed.
Before he could process anything else, he knew his job was to protect Kalim, so he shut the door once he had determined that Kalim had no adversaries in the room with him. But Jamil flushed. Was Kalim…?
“Jamil?” One of the servants muttered quietly from down the hall. Jamil looked behind him with his heart beating fast. “Delivering linens to Kalim it seems.” Jamil nodded. “It’s a bit early, I understand you want to finish chores for today but we must be giving the Asim family their privacy in the morning.” The servant said. Jamil huffed and nodded. He set the linens on a bench next to Kalim’s door. The silhouette flashed in his mind and made Jamil flush again. He made a promise never to interact with Kalim early in the morning again.
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“Come on Jamil!” An excited Kalim bounced happily down the halls of the prestigious Night Raven College. There was a school ceremony tonight, the pair of students were dressed in their dark robes. “We’re gonna miss all the fun announcements!” Jamil sighed. “Slow down Kalim. You’re gonna trip over your robes.” Kalim chuckled. “You worry too much!” Jamil unamusedly averted his eyes. “It’s my job to worry dumbass.” He muttered to himself.
Once the pair made it into the hall of mirrors, Kalim flitted around the room, saying hi and hugging some friends. Jamil just watched, making sure everyone conducted themselves properly. Eventually, the headmage entered the hall and greeted the students. He had some important announcements about visits from important people. Dorms are to be well kept and students are to be on their best behaviour. Not a problem for Scarabia, of course.
Once the ceremony was over, Kalim ran up to Jamil. “Well! That was a fun gathering! It’s always nice to see everyone after class hours!” Kalim beamed. Jamil just wanted to head to bed for the night. “Hey! We should have a banquet for those guests that the headmage talked about today!” Kalim suggested happily. Jamil bore daggers into Kalim with his glare. “Our dorms are supposed to be well kept!” Jamil barked. Kalim looked unphased. “The banquet will be held in the common room! So no need to mess up the dorms!” He smiled back at Jamil.
Jamil knew that for every idea Kalim had, Jamil had to execute it. A banquet? A party? A new way to motivate students? All Jamil. Jamil’s patience was ever presently dancing a thin line.
Jamil hated it.
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That night Jamil was in the middle of his bedtime routine. He took his hair out, he pulled out his phone and laid in his bed, listening to his favourite music. This was his way of winding down. His chest heaved as he sighed in relief. The day was over and he could unwind and be his own person. And while music was his usual go-to for winding down, he had… alternative ways as well.
Now, Jamil rarely found himself getting aroused on a good day, sometimes he could just be plain exhausted. He rarely had the motivation to get himself off in any capacity. But recently he’d been feeling a spell of pent up sexual frustration. His hand slithered down his abdomen and under the waistband of his underwear. Jamil let out a sigh. He knew where this was going to go, he don’t know why he even bothers anymore. He pushed on.
He was barely half hard, but he seethed as he wrapped his hand around his shaft, pumping gently. He turned his music up to drown out whatever was bothering his mind. Jamil closed his eyes and began to settle in. Soon enough his shaft grew harder. He was in his own little world. His music, his pleasure. He listened to the melody in his song as he began to rock his hips. He huffed and panted as tension was being massaged in his mind, loosening up as his cock twitched.
A flash of a familiar silhouette graced the back of his eyelids. Jamil’s eyes wrenched themselves open in a bout of shock and disgust. His phone fell off of his bed as he sat up, scoffing at himself. He let go of his shaft and rubbed his face. Even in his own free time he’s still shackled to Kalim and his whims. Why can’t he have his own time!? Why does he have to picture Kalim now of all times?? Why does he have to think about his short, choppy white hair, messy from the way his head lays against his pillow. The way his tiny, soft chest rises and falls as he breathes against the sheets…
Jamil feels tension building again.
The way he’d pin Kalim to the bed, the way Kalim’s legs and torso would squirm against the soft cashmere sheets. Jamil would cage the boy in with his gangly limbs. Kalim and his white henna limbs being pressed against the mattress in anticipation as Jamil would start stroking himself over top of him. His flawless ruby eyes glistening in the simulated moonlight as the scent of frankincense and bitter mastic linger in the air. The heat not just from the familiarity of the scalding sands, but from the way Kalim whines and presents himself for Jamil like a mere concubine dressed in nothing but light turmeric gold chiffon. His lips were sparkling with a pinkish hue as he cried out for his servant.
Jamil gasps as he’s lunged out of his thoughts. He looks down at his hand and sneers. White, viscous regret drips between his fingers and onto his lap. It’s the first time in a long time he had came. And it only pissed him off more that it was because of Kalim.
Jamil fucking hated it.
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A few days later, Jamil was at his desk for the evening, working on some spell writing projects for class, when to Jamil’s chagrin, Kalim walks in. “Hey Jamil. Whatcha up to?” Kalim smiled. Jamil couldn’t bear to look at Kalim after class. Not after that night. Lest he see the fantasy repeat. “Doing schoolwork, which you should be doing as well.” Jamil said in an unamused tone. “Aw cmon, that stuff isn’t due until a week from now!” Kalim threw a dismissive wrist. “I actually wanted to know if you had any fresh linens ready for tonight?” Kalim asked innocently.
Jamil looked up from his papers. He had been skirting around his usual errands and chores for Kalim, he never thought he’d see the day where Kalim had to remind him of a task. “Sorry Kalim, I must’ve forgotten, I’ll get them ready for you tonight.” Jamil said, standing up from his desk. “Thanks so much Jamil!” Kalim said happily as he gave Jamil a hug. Jamil made a noise but grit his teeth, bearing through the hug. A small part of his guts twisted at the sensation of Kalim’s arms around him, but he quickly shoved that down into the recesses of his mind.
About an hour later, Jamil had pressed some fresh linens for Kalim, ready to deliver to his room. Something gnawed at him as he grabbed the doorknob. Deja vu was the first thing that hit him, but another, darker feeling rushed down his spine. He half expected to see that same silhouette he saw years ago as he’d open the door. The darker part of him wanted to see it.
Jamil heard no noises, so he proceeded to open the door.
Kalim was getting ready for bed, he had his pyjamas on, his hair was down and he looked over at Jamil with a warm smile on his face. “Thanks Jamil!” He said as he took the neatly folded pile of sheets and set them aside for Jamil to change in the morning. Jamil felt himself flush. He felt like an idiot expecting something so lewd to happen. Why would he expect it? Why would he want it?
Jamil hated it…
So why did he want it?
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That night, Jamil couldn’t sleep. He tossed and turned, played his music, forced his eyes shut, carrying this out until the wee hours of the morning. But his mind was tainted, plagued with the thoughts of Kalim… his fantasy. Funny enough, he had an erection that just wouldn’t go away. He huffed and laid on his stomach as if it would go away with force. But the friction of the bed made him press into it more. Jamil moaned but stopped himself. He looked at his phone, 4 am. He groaned and got up from his bed, heading to his bathroom and washing his face with cold water, hoping he can snap himself out of it. He looked up in the mirror, at the bags under his eyes and the deep flush over his cheeks.
His eyes focused on something else in the mirror, the door to his dorm room. His gut twisted again as he went over to grab the doorknob. He couldn’t believe what he was thinking. He opened it and left down the hall to Kalim’s room.
No one was awake, which is probably why Jamil was acting so brazen as to walk down the halls of the dorms while full mast, tenting the front of his pyjama pants. He approached Kalim’s room quietly. He panted as he pressed his ear against the door. He wanted to hear movement. He wanted to hear noise. He wanted to hear Kalim. To his surprise and shuddering arousal, he heard a small whine behind the door. Jamil’s hand shot down to his groin to cup his bulge, huffing as he met his arousal. Jamil took it a step further.
His hand trembled as he reached for the doorknob, twisting it slowly and gently so that Kalim wouldn’t hear. From the slight crack in the doorway, Jamil saw his silhouette yet again. There was Kalim, hand moving fast in his lap as he stroked his leaking shaft. He had his face pressed against the pillow as he silenced his moans and cries. Jamil immediately matched his pace, watching wide eyed in shock, not just at the sight, but at himself for even considering such a perverse idea as to watch his master pleasure himself.
Kalim whined as his hand reached lower, grazing his cute little balls and down between his legs. Jamil watches in awe as Kalim begins to finger himself. He gasps when the first finger makes it in. Jamil bites his lip, his cock begins leaking precum at the sight. Kalim lets out a shuddering exhale as he begins to move, pressing in and out of himself. Jamil matches his pace, seeing how Kalim likes it.
Kalim eventually flips himself over, his chest in the sheets and his ass in the air. He shoves another finger into himself with his other hand moving effortlessly over his shaft. Slow drips of his precum dribble onto his sheets. Jamil can’t pry his eyes away. This is nothing like his fantasy, the pure carnal, sloppy lust emanating from Kalim is nothing like that golden concubine on his cashmere sheets.
This is better.
Jamil drooled at the sight of Kalim fighting against both the pleasure from his ass and from his shaft. He whines high and discordant. Kalim was losing himself. Jamil watched on like a hungry snake watching a mouse in a trap. He was transfixed on Kalim, he barely even realized he came, covering his hand in his hot seed. Kalim came not long after, shooting his cum onto his bed as he arched his back into the air. He squealed as he reached his orgasm. Jamil shuddered.
Kalim plopped onto his mess as he recovered, panting and making light noises as his sensitive body settled down. Jamil could barely bring himself to walk back to his dorm. His legs felt like jelly as he felt the heat disperse through his body. When he got back to his room, Jamil plopped down onto his bed haphazardly, immediately falling asleep.
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“Thanks again for retrieving my linens Jamil.” Whispered Kalim during morning classes. Jamil nodded and dismissed him, eyes not moving from his textbooks. Until a sharp realization hit him. He looked up from his books as the dawning epiphany hit him. Kalim doesn’t always request linens every night. But when he does… Jamil’s mind goes directly to the sight of Kalim laying on the stains he had just left on his bed… that’s why he needed fresh linens. And when he takes the old linens away…
Jamil’s mind exploded into a bout of flustered panic at the amount of times he unknowingly cleaned up Kalim’s jizz stains.
Jamil fucking hated it.