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An exhale of relief bounces off the desert walls. As he plugs the cork of his waterskin back on, Kaveh returns to his musings. Evidently, he has already given up on asking Alhaitham to contribute further—or to stop reading—amidst their exploration. The heat of the desert has drained all the moisture and words from his throat. If his junior wants to simply sit around all day, then that is what he shall do—for now, anyway.
"Can I have a sip?" A soft yet monotone voice snaps Kaveh out of his thoughts. He faces the source of the voice, turning his back on Mehrak's beeps.
"Huh? Did you not bring yours?"
"I've already drunk all of it."
"Seriously? Alhaitham, you're not supposed to drink that much in one go," Kaveh sighs. He looks down at his waterskin, jostling the water around as he speaks, "I don't think we have enough water left in case you need to, y'know…"
"I'll be fine." Alhaitham sets down his open book on his lap. He bestows a glance upon the other. "If I do feel like I have to go, I'll just hold it."
Kaveh's eyes widen in bewilderment—and perhaps slight interest. "Don't do that," he swallows, suddenly feeling parched even after drinking an adequate amount of water. Although there is not a lot left for Alhaitham to use in case he needs to wash himself, there is still a generous amount left in the waterskin for drinking. Kaveh crosses his arms, letting out a hum as if he were deep in thought. A hum becomes two, then three, then a familiar melody that both of them have heard before.
After not much consideration of anything in particular, his eyes dart from Alhaitham's face to Mehrak's. "I'll share, but," He moseys towards Alhaitham, Mehrak following in tandem beside him. Once he is more than close enough, he hands Alhaitham the waterskin. "You better not drink more than a sip."
Alhaitham huffs, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, "If you're worried about me finishing it, I assure you that should be the least of your concerns." The man takes the receptacle, his fingers lightly brushing against Kaveh's.
"It’s not that." Kaveh watches his junior as he unplugs the waterskin, hands on his waist. "I just don't want you to hold your pee. It’ll hurt your stomach, and— Hey! That’s more than a sip!"
Alhaitham latches his lips off the spout as water trickles down his chin. The droplet glints; the light from the nearby torch highlights his face. "Oops," the man says, an air of his usual indifference permeating his speech. Alhaitham does not wipe his mouth—instead, he returns the waterskin and the cork, with each hand holding one of them. He blinks up at Kaveh before the older takes what is his.
The architect sighs—rather fondly, for someone who is apparently bothered—then plugs the waterskin shut. "Sometimes," he starts, "it really does show that I'm older…" Mehrak beeps, as if he is agreeing with what Kaveh said. With the sway of his hand, his waterskin disappears with a light green glow. Mehrak beeps once again.
"If you have to go, don't hold it in," Kaveh warns, arms crossed on his chest. "Why are you so thirsty anyway? I'm the one who's basically doing everything."
Alhaitham closes his book, setting it down on the stone platform he is perching on. "I didn't get to drink before we set out," he stares at Kaveh, eyebrows raised. "And I can help, just not by running around."
"Oh, of course. Thank you for your abundant moral support, prince charming."
"You can call it that, but it's a bit different this time."
Kaveh blinks. Instinctively—as all habits are in nature—his left hand found its way near his lips. The gears in his head turn as he's biting his nails. "What do you mean?"
The man stares at Kaveh's face until his gaze lowers to the other's crotch. It stays there, set on the prize.
"What?" Kaveh looks down, following where Alhaitham's focus is. He flushes as soon as he realises what his junior is referring to, his eyes wide in disbelief.
"…seriously?"
"If you don't want me to help, that's fine."
"No! I didn’t say that— I just— You want to do it here? When we're supposed to be exploring?"
Alhaitham hops down the platform with a grunt, now even lower than where Kaveh is standing. "It doesn't have to take long. Besides," Alhaitham gazes to the side, "nobody is going to hear us."
Kaveh follows Alhaitham, hopping down the platform alongside Mehrak. "Well, that's true… I just didn't expect you to want to— W-wait! You’re already undressing?"
"The sooner we act, the more time we'll have to ourselves." The man folds his cape haphazardly, his patience running thin. His expectant gaze drifts back and forth between Kaveh and Mehrak, signalling his senior to do something.
"Oh! Um— Mehrak, could you please keep watch of the hallway?"
Mehrak responds with a beep, showing his willingness. The two of them stare at Mehrak floating away until he is far from their sight. Once he is gone, the pair share a look with one another. They wait for the other to speak, yet both are met with silence. Kaveh accepts that it is up to him to take the initiative once again.
The architect looks around, searching for a suitable place for them. The stairs are out of the question; it would not be comfortable—not for the position he has in mind, anyway. Kaveh looks down, his chin resting on his hand. The floor is way too flat and low. He then looks up to Alhaitham, whose eyes are fixated on a pillar nearby. "There," the man points, "that could work."
"Hm. Seems a bit dusty." Alhaitham adds.
Kaveh holds his head and laughs dryly, astonished at Alhaitham's ability to still be picky at a time and place like this. He then walks to the pillar to inspect the condition of the platform that supports it. From a glance, Kaveh can see that it is just tall enough for their comfort. The stone's surface is smooth and rather flat; therefore, nothing will stab their skin. It is perfect.
The architect wipes one side of the platform, cleaning off the specks of dust scattered all over with his sleeve; it is more than enough space for them to use without having to squeeze into themselves lest they touch decades-old dust. Kaveh then takes off his cape, laying it down on the stone surface. He turns his body towards Alhaitham and bows, one outstretched arm as an invitation for the man to walk over. "Your highness,"
Alhaitham eyes Kaveh up and down; failing to fight a smirk, he fights a smile instead. He hurriedly steps towards Kaveh, not forgetting to grab his book before doing so. Once he is standing in front of him, he places his free hand delicately on the other's, playing along to Kaveh's act.
A light squeeze on his hand is the only warning Alhaitham receives before Kaveh pulls him into his arms. The architect chuckles at his junior—at the compressed lips and stunned eyes worn on his face, to be exact. He glances at their hands, interlocking them together as he moves his gaze towards Alhaitham's face. Kaveh then leans down—he pauses, adoring eyes studying the man's face—and seizes the opportunity to kiss him.
The kiss does not start slow; neither of them expected it to. The repetitive sound of their lips meeting is loud enough for it to echo and drown out the occasional clumsy bumps of their teeth. Kaveh's hand slithers on to the other's back; he then reaches down with his free hand, sneaking its way into Alhaitham's pants until it is low enough to go in between the other's thighs. He pokes Alhaitham's hole over his underwear—testing how much fluid has leaked through—before starting to rub in between the lips. The man moans into the kiss; he squeezes Kaveh's hand, stabilising himself as he feels his legs getting weaker with each rub teasing his hole. The finger then inches lower—tantalisingly so—until eventually landing on Alhaitham's clit.
The man breaks the kiss, a half-gasp and half-moan accompanying the separation. Kaveh's face hovers over Alhaitham's, feeling the warm pants on his skin. Below, he feels the erratic throbs of his junior's clit. He stares down at Alhaitham—eyes focused on half-lidded teals—then rubs slow circles on the nub. Before the man's reaction can fully occur, Kaveh interrupts him with a kiss.
Alhaitham simply whines as Kaveh consumes him, contributing nothing else to the kiss barring his depraved noises. The hold on Kaveh's hand loosens as the strokes quicken—until finally, it breaks and finds purchase on his shoulder. With each stroke encircling his clit and Kaveh on his lips, he feels himself getting lightheaded. His body sways with Kaveh's movements, devoid of energy to keep itself upright.
One finger becomes two, and the circular movements of Kaveh's finger become horizontal, stimulating Alhaitham's clit to and fro. The man's breath shakes. He loses his grasp on his book and cape; they fall concurrently, sandwiched between the couple before finally falling on the ground from their shifting bodies.
Alhaitham separates the kiss once more. With his now free hand, he reaches back and tugs at Kaveh's wrist, motioning for him to stop. The architect obliges and withdraws his hand. Unabashed, he brings his fingers up to his face, sucking off the moisture that has escaped Alhaitham's panties. The man swallows; he watches him, eyes darting back and forth between the subtle flex of Kaveh's fingers and wet lips, as if not knowing which one he should focus on. When his senior finishes with a pop, Alhaitham snaps back to reality.
"…take off your clothes."
The hint of demand in his tone suggests one thing: Alhaitham's patience has run out. Kaveh smiles as they both step away to undress; he wastes no time and starts to strip—eagerly. Kaveh is, by no means, more patient than Alhaitham, especially when it comes to sex and—of course—the man. The sash around his waist is the first to go; once it is untied, he tosses the fabric towards a dusty side of the platform, next to Alhaitham's belt pouch and earpieces. Kaveh then reaches up to his neck, undoing the golden clasp that holds the collars of his shirt together; he pulls his sleeves up and out of his artist's gloves before slipping his shirt off, letting it fall down on the sandy floor. Finally, he tugs at his pants' waistband—glancing at a shoeless Alhaitham to make sure that he is watching—and slips them off to reveal lion-patterned boxers.
Alhaitham lets out a soft laugh at the reveal, but the humour dies once he sees Kaveh's bulge. There's already a wet patch on it. He swallows as he inches closer to Kaveh, thighs putting pressure on his sensitive clit with every shift. As soon as he is at a close distance, he pulls Kaveh by his wrists—guiding him to the covered surface of the platform—and sits his senior down before he could protest.
Kaveh is about to open his mouth when the man cuts him off with a quick peck. "Sit back," he whispers, his voice a soft murmur against Kaveh's lips. He pulls away, looking at Kaveh with half-lidded eyes. "If you want my help, that is."
Kaveh's eyes widen. He reclines, relaxing his body against the pillar. It is not often that Alhaitham insists on being in charge, and when he does, he gives up midway. However, that is not a problem for Kaveh. He has never been one to refuse a chance to spoil Alhaitham; the man knows this, and perhaps that is why he acts the way he does.
Noticing Kaveh's enthusiasm, Alhaitham sports a tiny smile. His nimble fingers play with his waistband, tweaking it a few times before finally pulling it down. The man bares himself, underwear slipping off along with his pants. A string of his wetness connects the fabric to his hole, the sight nothing short of a temptation to Kaveh. Alhaitham bends his knees as he slips the garments lower. The man feels a bit of tightness in his stomach; however, he does not stop. Once he is low enough, he rests the side of his face on his senior's left thigh. Sultry eyes look up at him. Kaveh swallows.
He then stands upright, legs stepping out of the garments one by one. Alhaitham's legs are now bare, save for the stirrup knee-high socks snug up to his calves. A hand settles on Kaveh's left shoulder, making the architect look to the side on reflex. With a huff, Alhaitham plops himself down on Kaveh. The man makes himself comfortable on top of his thighs, legs spread and nestled on both sides.
Slowly, a hand finds its way to Kaveh's face, caressing him with tenderness before making him look down at Alhaitham's pussy. The hand on his face then leaves his head hanging, reaching down to the lips in front of him.
"Look," Alhaitham whispers, his voice no louder than the flame of the torch nearby. He spreads his lips, a thin web of fluid disconnecting as he separates them. Under the concealment of his labia, his hole twitches, beckoning Kaveh to come inside. When the man speaks, his voice hits a playful lilt, "It’s your favourite."
Kaveh gawks at the sight. "Please," he begs. The architect can feel his boxers get tighter. Eager and in need of release, he unbuttons the front of his underwear. He reaches inside, fishing out his cock from its confines. The hot air from Alhaitham's pussy hits his tip, making him leak pre-cum even further. Kaveh whines; he quickly lifts up Alhaitham's shirt, revealing his tits as he starts stroking himself. The man gasps as his mounds bounce from the sudden action. He then zeroes in on Kaveh's cock, eyes following every pump.
Leaking from the sight, Alhaitham starts to stimulate himself as well. He starts rubbing tight circles on his clit, following the pace of his senior. Two of his fingers rub the underside of his nub, near his urethra. Eventually, his fingers go lower—low enough for them to be in contact with his hole. He rubs the spot side to side, the wet noises resonate along with his and Kaveh's moans. Suddenly, he feels something almost leak out of his urethra. The man tightens his walls on instinct. He has been fighting the feeling for a while now. Nevertheless, he pays it no mind.
Kaveh watches his junior try to keep up. There is something different about Alhaitham's movements. The man is more hesitant—almost stiff—which would be understandable if there were a high chance that they might get caught, but in truth, there is very little chance of that happening. Kaveh makes note of this as he quickens the pace of his strokes. "Finger yourself," Kaveh demands, yet it sounds more like a plea. He speaks once again, his voice broken. "Please, Alhaitham—"
The man indulges Kaveh; he slips his middle finger inside himself, maintaining eye contact all the while. The stretch of one finger barely affects Alhaitham, and so he inserts another. The two fingers slide in and out, making an obscene squelch with every thrust that sends Kaveh reeling. Occasionally, the man's fingers mimic a pair of scissors, stretching himself out in preparation for Kaveh's cock. He makes sure to be careful with the stimulation this time, opting to be gentler than his previous frenzied manner. However, the speed and size of his digits quickly become unbearable for Alhaitham. He needs more.
Alhaitham slides his fingers out. With the same hand he was using to stimulate himself, he grabs Kaveh's wrist, stopping the architect from pleasuring himself further. Kaveh's half-lidded eyes blink away the heaviness to look at his wrist. Confused, he looks up to the man.
"I can't wait any longer," he pants. The man shifts the position of his legs, making himself squat a centimetre away from Kaveh's cock. He grinds down, coating the shaft in his slick with each thrust of his hips. Kaveh's hands jolt up at the stimulation. A few moments pass before they decide to settle on Alhaitham's ankles. The man tries to maintain eye contact with Kaveh—which he unfortunately fails due to his senior being too focused on his lower torso.
A hand clasps Kaveh's dick; as he strokes the architect languidly, Alhaitham lifts his hips and positions himself on top of the cock. He taps the tip on his hole—once, twice, and on the third count, he lowers himself, stopping when it is halfway in. Two sets of moans ring out, ultimately filling the whole room as Alhaitham starts to ride Kaveh.
A pair of hands finds its way to Kaveh's knees, gradually laying its entire weight on him as his junior leans back. Alhaitham, anchoring himself on his senior, thrusts his hips back and forth. The upward spring of Kaveh's hard-on causes him to drool; with every roll back, the cock presses against his G-spot. A droplet leaks down his chin, the scene reminiscent of the one from earlier. The heaviness on his eyes weighs his gaze down to Kaveh's groin, landing on his happy trail. He follows the path up—not stopping even after it is gone—until his eyes find home in Kaveh's. After a slow blink, Kaveh leans forward, just enough for his lips to reach Alhaitham's tits. He wraps around one of the areolas with his tongue, mouth smacking twice to taste the other's sweat, before sucking on a nipple.
Alhaitham bites down on a whine. The man reclines out of reflex, retracting his chest from his senior's lips with a wet pop. The man's hand trails down his body, aiming for his clit. He rubs tight circles on the bud, making himself cream even further on Kaveh's cock, before reaching down to the tiny puddle beneath him. Two fingers tap the wetness—almost coltishly—before he brings them up to inspect the sticky fluid.
As Kaveh observes the fluid as well, he begins to feel peckish. Kaveh laps at his fingers, keen on tasting every bit of Alhaitham, to which the man does not react. Eyes heavy from lust, Alhaitham merely blinks at Kaveh. Mindlessly, he brings his fingers closer to the architect's face. He stares, too dazed and horny to stop the gauche roll of his hips—or to notice the grip on his ankles tightening.
With his firm grasp weighing down Alhaitham's foothold, Kaveh snaps his hips up, thrusting his whole length inside Alhaitham. The startled moan that comes after is almost instantaneous; Alhaitham's legs try to close with a sudden jerk, yet are unable to due to Kaveh keeping them open. He steadies himself, both hands landing on Kaveh's abdomen. The rolls of his hips come to an abrupt pause. Alhaitham heaves, eyes shut tight in pleasure. His cervix pulses against Kaveh's cock.
Kaveh lays his forehead on Alhaitham's cleavage, breathing in the man's musk. "Sorry," he offers, his apology coming out muffled. He plants small kisses on Alhaitham's chest before speaking. "I couldn't help myself…"
He then pulls away, brows furrowed—something is definitely amiss. "You’re tight," he comments, eyes now scanning his junior's expression for any indication of discomfort.
"It has—been a while," heavy breaths interrupt the man, "since you've been inside me."
"No, I mean—" Kaveh lays a palm flat on Alhaitham's stomach, a senseless attempt at soothing the tightness there. It is indeed a bit bloated. "You’re tense." He starts rubbing small, gentle circles on the skin with his thumb. "…I've been trying to figure out what's wrong."
Alhaitham simply hums. The man does not say anything about the matter—and it does not seem likely that it is because he does not have anything to say; rather, it is because he does not want to.
"Alhaitham…"
Alhaitham is silent. He finds a sudden interest in the sandy floor of the desert ruins, eyes completely avoiding Kaveh.
"I told you not to hold it in."
The man huffs. A short pause passes before he speaks, "…I don't want to have to stop."
Kaveh lets out a sigh, which quickly turns into a laugh. He lifts a hand up to his junior's face; the architect rubs his thumb across Alhaitham's bottom lip—softly, as if inspecting the man. Kaveh then steers his gaze towards him. Their eyes meet, still half-lidded and unfocused from lust. "Who said you have to?"
The architect hooks his arms under Alhaitham's knees; he promptly places the man's legs on his shoulders. "Wouldn't want you to have to do something now," he pauses, his hands clasping together on Alhaitham's coccyx, supporting his weight from behind like a bolt from the blue, "do we?"
As he stands up, the cock deep inside Alhaitham jostles. A yelp escapes the young man's throat; he hangs on to Kaveh's back with both hands, taken aback by the sudden manoeuvre. His legs stay upright, both of them resting against Kaveh's shoulders. The fold of his body strains his stomach, urging the fluid in his bladder to spurt out. Alhaitham moans, his voice coming out weak as he squeezes his pussy to control his pee.
Kaveh turns around and places his junior on the platform. He holds the back of Alhaitham's knees up to the man's shoulders, making sure the pressure on his stomach does not wane. The architect leans down, placing a soft kiss on Alhaitham's forehead before departing with a smile, enamoured at the sight of his junior. He then starts fucking his length into Alhaitham—slowly, eyes only sporadically leaving the man's face to look down at where they meet. The beating of Kaveh's heart rings in his ears. He pauses his thrusts. "Hold them up."
Alhaitham obeys before his brain could process the words. He lets his flimsy hands fall off Kaveh's back, both of them landing on his thighs with a dull slap of skin. Without the support of his hands, the man's body slips lower on the platform, positioning his pelvis straight against the stone surface. Alhaitham whines; he feels Kaveh's cock slowly press harder against his G-spot as he slips lower and lower. He balls up his fists, adjusting them higher to hold his thighs wide. He blinks up at Kaveh, chest heaving as he calls, "Kaveh—"
A wanton sob interrupts his words as Kaveh starts thrusting—faster this time. He goes deep, every thrust nudging Alhaitham's bladder, coaxing the dam to burst. Wet slaps of skin against skin accompany their moans; the sounds slowly form a syncopation. Alhaitham weeps, his clit sensitive from the pressure and constant tease of Kaveh's groin. The man's pussy clings on to the length with every drag of his senior's hips. Hot tears trickle down the man's face, blurring his vision. Alhaitham can only make out the silhouette of his partner.
"Here," a breathy voice murmurs, the reverberation of the voice low in Alhaitham's ears. "Let your senior help you."
The blob of colour in Alhaitham's vision shifts, and suddenly, he feels a hand on each breast. The hands fondle his tits, massaging them provocatively with undeniable focus on his nipples. They then start alternating between pinches and tweaks. Alhaitham closes his eyes shut, passionate tears burning his face; he wails, calling out Kaveh's name over and over like a broken mantra.
"C'mon," Kaveh tempts his junior. One hand releases Alhaitham's breast; it slinks down—lower and lower—until the thumb reaches Alhaitham's clit. The man jolts.
Kaveh pounds his pussy faster; the thumb on Alhaitham's clit stays motionless yet firm on the spot. The architect bites his lips, muffling a moan before he pants out a plea. "Please—" he swallows, "Piss on my cock, Alhaitham, please—"
The thumb then starts moving, rubbing tight circles on Alhaitham's clit to the pace of Kaveh's thrusts. Alhaitham's eyes burst open; his gaze bounces between Kaveh's face and the cock pounding the cream of his pussy back inside. Broken pleas start to flow from the man's mouth; his voice comes out a garbled mess, the sentences more akin to moans. The movements of Kaveh's hips become frenzied and clumsy. Kaveh groans, holding back his climax.
"Don’t stop, don't stop— Kaveh—"
A yelp interrupts Alhaitham's mumbling, serving as the only warning before piss finally gushes out of his bladder as he rides out his orgasm. The fluid flows out like a waterfall, washing his cream off Kaveh's dick as every thrust urges his pussy to spurt out more of his pee. Alhaitham sobs; the fluid squirts out of him uncontrollably while Kaveh does not relent his thrusts or the teasing. The thumb on his clit goes lower, enough for it to also touch his urethra. Kaveh starts rubbing the spot. Spurts of yellow liquid further splash their surroundings, some of them even hitting Kaveh's thighs. Witnessing the mess through his daze, Alhaitham starts to mumble apologies, the treble in his voice dialled up from the pleasure.
With a grunt, Kaveh cums inside Alhaitham, painting his insides white. He fucks the man through his orgasm, cock still warmed by the irregular squirts of Alhaitham's piss. Both of his hands land on the now wet cape below the man. Kaveh leans over Alhaitham, face now merely an inch away from him. He eyes his junior's face up and down—sensuous breaths against the other's face—before claiming his lips.
Their tongues greet one another, breathy moans occasionally slipping inside of their mouths. Kaveh's hips stutter as the pace of his thrusts slows down. He then holds himself back from kissing Alhaitham further, allowing both of them to catch their breath. Once he notices Alhaitham's squirts come to a stop, the architect stops his thrusts as well. A pause, then Kaveh slips his cock out of Alhaitham.
Before the man can formulate a sentence, Kaveh kneels down. Crimson eyes take a gander at the mixture of fluids starting to leak out of his hole; in advance of the fluid dripping down, Kaveh latches his mouth on Alhaitham's pussy, rewarding him with a weak whine from the man. He slips two fingers inside the worn-out hole, digging the mixture of cum and piss out of Alhaitham. Kaveh hums; a lascivious lick strokes the man's clit, making his hole flutter around Kaveh's fingers. The architect giggles against Alhaitham. He then digs his fingers further, making sure the digits nudge against the man's cervix.
A hand shoots down to his head, grabbing a fistful of his hair as a warning. Paying his junior no mind, he starts fingering the man regardless, fingers prodding his G-spot over and over again. Alhaitham whines when his urethra lets out a weak stream of pee. The architect quickly latches his mouth on the hole, eager to drink up every last bit of the liquid. He then continues to suck the result of their sex out of Alhaitham's pussy, only feeling satisfied once he has gotten everything out.
"First my blood, and now my urine…" Alhaitham sighs. "Why bring your own water if you're willing to drink all my fluids?"
Kaveh licks his lips as he looks up, eyes meeting the man. He smiles. "The answer's obvious, don't you think?