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Usually, the scholar would attend to his studies, in his works that were thrown to his side and busy mending false information that was easy to weave, throwing out to the public’s eyes.
But here he was, at the house from another scholar, sitting at a dark-green sofa that felt far too comfortable—if Cyno would sink back any further and close his eyes, he could sleep here without suffering from back pain.
Not the color I’d prefer in my house, Cyno mused in his mind, while his red-like eye traveled through the room. Cozy, he added in his thought.
So, why was he here in the first place? The other scholar, Al-Haitham, invited him to spend some ‘quality’ time with him, and have a lovely chat while sharing light-hearted conversations. The condition was to forget their work and responsibility for a moment and just enjoy the peace.
Cyno was hesitant at first since he didn’t know Al-Haitham that much. They had crossed paths several times and shared some knowledge—he remembered the pleasant moments with him, always enjoying discussing with the scholar. But further than that, they never had more simple, personal talk… it was mostly all work-related stuff.
Maybe Al-Haitham wanted to know him better? That was why he agreed in the end, not opposed to the idea to deepen their relationship. He could have someone like him and share his thoughts. He always had interesting sights and it would be a waste not to indulge them with his own food for thoughts.
“I must say, I’m very happy you accepted my invitation,” Al-Haitham started, holding the double, stacked teapot carefully in his hands. Placing them on the table, he took the tiny teapot that rested above the bigger one and poured some tea into two tiny glassed teacups. Cyno carefully observed his movements, putting the tiny teapot beside and taking the bigger one to pour the hot water in, seeing the tiny, black leaves dancing inside the freshly poured tea.
“Why, of course. I don’t want to pass up the opportunity to chat with you. I enjoy them a lot,” Cyno answered, accepting the tea Al-Haitham gently pushed towards him. Taking two sugar cubes, he put them in the tea and stirred it with a tiny spoon. The clinking sound of the metal hitting the inside surrounded the room.
“Oh? Do you drink your tea with sugar? A shame, really. You miss out on the true taste of this exquisite aroma,” the other responded with an amusement tone, but Cyno only huffed with no signs of actual annoyance.
“I like my tea sweet, thank you very much,” carefully lifting his cup, he placed it between his lips and leaned slightly backward, taking in the hot feeling and sweet taste of tea.
Delicious.
“That’s an interesting fact to know. Most of my guests love their tea naked. No sugar needed.”
“And you placed the bowl with sugar cubes here for a reason. That is also an interesting thing.” Cyno countered with a small, smug smile before he took another sip.
And yet, the burning gaze of the other didn’t go unnoticed. His emerald eyes looked at him carefully, telling him a quiet, short story he struggled to understand. A shiver coursed through his spine at the unknown.
Placing the teacup on the table again, he saw the other taking a seat beside him, a bit too close to his own comfort. But he didn’t complain.
Al-Haitham chuckled and took a sip from his tea himself. “What can I say? I’m always prepared. But back to what you said earlier. I’m honored you enjoy the time since I think the same way. Whenever we cross paths, I can’t help but feel very happy to see you.” Al-Haitham’s deep, soothing tone did something with his heart, but he tried to ignore it… for now.
“Oh, I see,” Cyno muttered, looking away from him as he felt his cheeks taking a darker, red color. Curse his heart, it beat so fast, but he had to calm down. “That’s great to hear… Uhm, thank you?” Not sure how to properly respond, he hastily grabbed his cup again and took another sip.
Just calm down! It’s not like you can’t accept compliments!
Cyno heard another chuckle coming from the other, followed by the rustling of fabrics and the sound of something moving. The sofa dipped more as he noticed Al-Haitham shuffled closer to him. “I wonder… aren’t you too hot sitting with your robe? It’s quite warm today.” Al-Haitham’s hand landed on his thigh, hidden beneath the black robe he still wore, giving him a light squeeze.
Cyno took a sharp breath, the touch making him slightly dizzy, even if the black fabric acted like a barrier to prevent the feeling of warm fingers resting on his thigh.
Calm down, calm down. It’s just a friendly touch between friends… soon-to-be friends, right? “I… yeah, it is quite warm.” Cyno quietly responded, laying a hand on his chest and grasping the front side of his robe. His other hand grabbed the eared hood and pulled it back, revealing his long, white hair to the other’s eyes.
Al-Haitham only smiled at him and retreated his hand to give him space to get rid of his robe. “Be my guest. No need to be humble.”
Cyno didn’t move, still processing the tiny act of action the scholar just did. Maybe it was really too hot and his mind couldn’t work perfectly right now. Yeah, that was a reason he could make sense of(hardly ignoring the other reason, but it was too early to deduce it).
Ignoring the intense gaze Al-Haitham still had on him, he lifted his robe and pulled it up, freeing himself from the piece of cloth. Finally done, he shivered again—not from the breeze that hit his bare stomach, no… from the way Al-Haitham kept staring at him, undressing himwith his eyes alone.
“So,” Cyno started, wanting to break the short silence, taking his teacup between his fingers to take another sip. “Is there anything particular you want to talk to?” Hastily chugging the tea, he put the teacup back, heart still racing and face slightly burning with pink.
Al-Haitham’s smile still rested on his lips, fingers around his own chin as he looked up and down, giving the scholar a once-over and basking at the revealing outfit Cyno currently wore. It was nothing new Al-Haitham didn’t see before. It was his usual attire he had on him, everyone knew it and it was pretty normal from where he came from, but the way he checked him out, the sign was clear for a different reason.
This time he took his outfit differently than before.
Or so he thought.
It was unavoidable to not notice the signs he felt as soon as Al-Haitham laid his teal-colored eyes—the red that adorned his pupils went thicker, another sign he purposely ignored for the sake of not making anything awkward.
But now, Cyno felt it. The unaddressed tension that lingered in the air, the invisible sparks of electricity that prickled his skin.
Was that the sole reason Al-Haitham invited him?
“Nothing in particular. I want to know you better,” a quiet laugh left his full lips, the hand was back on his thigh, this time fingers brushed his bare skin. Cyno flinched at the touch and widened his eye, the redness was back on his cheeks. His mouth hung slightly open.
“I… I see…” Cyno whispered, voice trembling with nervousness and... desire? Was this something he also want?
Al-Haitham seemed to notice his little change and scooted closer, his other arm resting behind the sofa, almost wrapping Cyno around his shoulder. “We deserve to relax, too, don’t we?” Al-Haitham leaned close to him, lips close to his ears, and Cyno’s breath hitched, feeling dizzy.
“We do… it’s been a while since I fully relaxed.” Cyno answered in a whisper, heart beating so loudly he was afraid that the other would take notice of the loud thumping.
Al-Haitham squeezed his bare thigh again and shuffled even closer, forcing Cyno to lean back, almost lying at the armrest of the sofa. “So you’re okay with it?” The corner of Al-Haitham’s lips curled higher, eyes dangerously flickering at the display he saw before him.
He still had an internal fight in his mind. Never expecting the scholar to make a move like that, he was not prepared at all. Was he always interested in Cyno in this way? Thinking back, whenever they met, he always brushed his hand on his shoulder, the touch lingering far longer than he did with the others. The way he rolled his name with utmost adoration in which he thought he did it out of respect—he was an important figure in Sumeru after all—and so many other signs that he didn’t quite catch on… but all this time, it was there.
And he noticed it just now. Oh Archons, this was embarrassing. He didn’t think he’d be oblivious, but here he was, ignoring all kinds of signs.
Now, he was pressed against the sofa, Al-Haitham towering over him as his fingers gently caressed his leg, while the other slowly traveled down until he pressed the palm of his hand on his bare chest, causing Cyno to stutter.
“… Yes… I’m okay with it,” Cyno’s hands hesitantly wandered to place them on Al-Haitham’s shoulders to ground his swirling mind, his face now fully red that reached to the tips of his ears, the unsureness displayed like an open book.
Al-Haitham chuckled breathily and leaned even closer, their faces only an inch apart. “Is this your first time? You’re so stiff everywhere…”
“First time relaxing? Of course not.” Cyno scoffed, looking away at his intense gaze. He wished his heart would finally calm down, but he was sure that wouldn’t happen any time soon.
“Oh no, I mean something else. I understand you want to keep a lighter mood with your interesting comments, but it’s okay to.. let go, let yourself be pampered. Would you let me take care of you?” With every word he was forming with his oh-so-perfect lips, he felt dizzier. Of course, he understood the intention, but he couldn’t help and still be nervous!
Cyno pouted a little and brought his gaze back to him. “Fine. I don’t object to this idea.” He’d cross his arms if Al-Haitham wasn’t extremely close to him.
The latter let out yet another quiet laugh. “You’re so cute, you know that?”
This made Cyno stutter again, looking shocked. “Wh—I’m not!” He protested, already regretting agreeing to this whole intimate moment—but of course, his regret was not real. He was an important figure! Someone who carried an intense, serious aura around with others holding a deep respect for him. He was definitely not cute!
“You are. Even denying your cuteness makes you ten times more adorable.” Al-Haitham commented, looking far too smug. The urge to wipe away that expression rose higher.
“You’re insufferable! I’m not—mphh!”
Al-Haitham silenced him with a bruising kiss. Lips forcefully pressing against his own, and Cyno gasped.
It happened so fast. Al-Haitham worked fast and brutal. Fingers that rested on his chest went to one of his nipples, flicking the nub hard, bringing yet another muffled whine from the scholar. The other hand on his thigh worked itself higher and higher, pressing at his crotch.
It was so, so much. Too much that he had a hard time grasping the situation to the fullest.
Wringing his head to the side and freeing his lips against his, he pressed against Al-Haitham’s shoulder. “Wait, wait.. this is so fast—” a sigh left his mouth when Al-Haitham pushed his fingers against his crotch for the second time.
“You want to go slow?” Al-Haitham pulled slightly away, looking deep into his eyes. Cyno nowappreciated the beauty the latter was holding. The short silver strands of hair framing his face, and the faded emerald that was hidden behind his hair made him even more breathtaking than he already was.
Cyno always found him beautiful, but he never thought past this, only appreciating the beauty he possessed. Everyone thought of him like that, right? He was perfect in everything, his fine sculptured biceps, his defined and hard muscles that cut through his skin-tight clothes, and the fancy, interesting way he dressed… he was a gorgeous human being.
“I… I don’t know…” Cyno mumbled quietly.
“So, this is your first time? Then, by all means, I will treat you right, dear.”
Upon receiving his words, he whimpered. “You…” he shook his head then. “Do you think this is my first time?”
“Hmm. By the looks and the way you act… you must be a virgin.”
Cyno’s eyes widened, looking very flustered. “You fucker!”
“Oh, you can curse alright. And it’s not a bad thing if you never had sex before.”
That little…! He made an utter fool of him! He was about to grab his hair and decided to pull, to do something just to wipe that annoying expression away for good, but Al-Haitham was quicker; he dipped in to capture his already swollen lips again, taking his bottom lip between his teeth and biting the flesh.
Cyno responded with a louder, embarrassing whine that came out of him, but Al-Haitham quickly swallowed the sound and used the opportunity to slip his tongue inside his mouth, already dominating the inside of his cavern.
Oh Archons, the way Al-Haitham operates, taking him apart with only his mouth was quite aggressive. So intense, so deep, so hot. If he kept ruining him in his way, he was sure he would lose his mind, and it was only a kiss they shared. Cyno couldn’t imagine what will happen if they took steps further.
The tongue went deeper, brushing against his own and exploring further. Suppressing another shameful sound, Cyno tapped his shoulder, signaling him the shortage of air he had, and he obliged, slightly pulling away from him, lips barely touching, until they separated, only the saliva connected the two scholars.
For a moment, neither spoke a word, only their breathing filled the silence. Cyno blinked several times, not wanting to know how messy his state was, but from his heavy breath and burning face, he must look already gone.
“Beautiful…” Al-Haitham murmured and lifted his hand, pressing his fingers on his cheek. “You’re so beautiful, Cyno.”
His composure was about to completely fall by the unexpected praise, responding with a low cry as he squirmed a bit. “Oh? You liked that?” Al-Haitham asked with a wider smile. Archons, the way his lips were slick with saliva was… oh, he felt so warm, too warm.
“Shut up.” Cyno hissed at him, getting even more flustered. He refused to just get affected by mere praise!
“So cute,” Al-Haitham muttered and leaned down, trailing his lips on his neck. “Wants me to devour you more, baby.”
“Al-Haith—” he interrupted himself with a breathy whimper when he kissed his neck, tickling his skin with fluttering touches. And when his tongue acted again, he bit down his own lips to stifle all the tiny sounds he released. It bewildered him how easily he was affected by every simple touch, and how sensitive his body reacted.
Al-Haitham’s hands roamed on his body again, every digit softly caressed his sides, nails lightly scratching against his stomach, going lower and lower until they grasped the waistband of his shorts. “Your body responds sweetly… I could get addicted to this.”
He drove him crazy. Every sinful vowed word he gifted him made his state worse. He squirmed more. “You’re really insufferable…!” Cyno raised his hand and pressed it on his own lips to cove noises that threatened to break out.
“Mn. That won’t do, Cyno. Don’t hide your voice like this.” One hand grabbed his own, taking it away from his mouth, holding it still. “It would be a shame if you hide them from me.”
Before Cyno could react, Al-Haitham’s other hand slipped inside his shorts, pressing down at his undergarment, causing him to cry out. “Ah..!”
“There we go,” Al-Haitham smirked, experimentally pressing again and watching him intently. “Wasn’t that hard, right?”
“J-just—” Cyno began, hands flying up to grab his cheeks and bring Al-Haitham’s face close to his. “Shut up.” Their lips met the third time, this time Cyno trying to lead, but with Al-Haitham’s deft fingers digging into his undergarment where his cock began to throb, it was hard to focus. He could feel the fucker’s grin against his lips.
The room was filled with their passionate heat, the sound of smacking lips and heavy breathing drowned his senses, yearning for more and more. This was not enough, he wanted more.
But the other only teased him. Fingers never fully touched his throbbing member, the caresses on his skin barely a rub, fingers only dancing to made him frustrated.
“Haitham… enough with the tease,” Cyno muttered between the showers of kisses the latter pressed against his lips, taking his breath away at any opportunity he got.
Al-Haitham kissed him harder and sucked at his bottom lip, feasting at the gasp coming from the other. “Mmn. I don’t know. Maybe you should ask me nicely.”
The urge to bite him back intensifies, and so he did. He bit Al-Haitham’s lips and threw a glare at him, relishing at the wince the scholar did. “Here you have my nice answer.”
Al-Haitham withdrew slightly with a bigger grin, the silver strands of hair falling more on his face, making him so much more handsome than he already was. “Archons, you’re so cute. But let’s not start getting dirty here.” Taking his hand out of Cyno’s pants he moved away from him, standing up. Cyno still lied halfway on the sofa, blinking several times with his swollen lips slightly open. His chest heaved as the dusting pink were littering all over his face, adding to his disheveled state.
He desperately tried to ignore the comment that made his heart jump and his halfway erect length throb, not wanting to admit the blissful feeling he underwent.
Cyno slowly moved, now sitting on the sofa as Al-Haitham offered his hand with his usual charming smile. With a grumble, he took his hand and let himself be pulled. “You’re right. It would be a shame to stain your glorious sofa.”
“Seems like you aren’t fond of my glorious sofa,” Al-Haitham chuckled and let go of his hand. “I was thinking about getting a new one. It doesn’t quite fit with the aesthetic.” He approached him closer and laid his thumb and index finger under Cyno’s chin, thumb idly caressing his bottom lip. “But that’s beside the point. Today, I want to ruin you, if you allow me, of course.”
Blushing, Cyno averted his red eye, drifting behind the other with no goal in mind to look at. “I… I don’t mind, really.” He clasped his fingers around Al-Haitham’s hand, lightly squeezing it. “And please don’t let me wait? Enough with the teasing, Haitham.”
Al-Haitham hummed pleased and lowered his hand. “Then follow me.”
Cyno didn’t comment more and silently followed him, eyes glued to his back. He could see the underline of his back muscles, making his face hotter. Damn, he was really muscly and the urge to run his hand around them rose once again.
Al-Haitham opened the door to his bedroom and waited for him to enter, the smile never leaving his mouth.
The first thing he noticed was the king-sized bed. Raising his eyebrows, he wondered if Al-Haitham invited many people to his house to relieve some stress. Or maybe he preferred having a large bed to roll on. But whatever the reason was, it was none of his business. If he enjoyed sleeping with people, then that was his thing to do.
If Al-Haitham wanted to have a fling with him, then so be it. Perhaps he should feel honored that he saw him as someone he’d lay his hands on.
It shouldn’t bother him that it was surely a one-time thing, right? Of course, it didn’t bother him at all.
Cyno flinched when two hands grasped his shoulders from behind, feeling the hot breath against his neck. “What is that pretty head of yours thinking right now?”
A light whimper came from his mouth, already back to being sensitive to the lightest of touches and simple words. Collecting himself, he opened his mouth. “I was wondering if you had many affairs here in this room.”
“Oh? Do you want to know?” Fingers traveled up, taking the white strands of his hair between his fingertips. “If I did, would it make you jealous?”
Cyno carefully observed the fingers that currently played with his hair. “Nonsense. Your private business is not my concern. I was just curious.”
Al-Haitham shortly hummed and let go of his hair. “I see. Then you get my answer very soon. Maybe. Not now, okay?” He gently pushed him towards the bed and turned him around. When Cyno hesitated slightly, several thoughts swirling and jumbling around, he heard a chuckle from him. And before he could even blink, Al-Haitham picked him up and threw him on the bed, quickly following him and caging him with his arms and legs.
“You’re thinking too much again. Just relax and let go. I got you,” with a wink, he saw his smile growing larger, basking at the flustered expression Cyno wore.
“You… just—” he did not just easily pick him up. Oh lord, he manhandled him so easily. Cyno groaned and hid his face with his hands, trying not to get too affected by this either. He was so done, oh he was so done!
“Ah. It seems you also like getting manhandled, too? First praises… now liking that someone could effortlessly lift and throw you around…” Al-Haitham pressed his palm against Cyno’s crotch and earned himself a sweet mewl. “You’re full of surprises, baby.”
Oh Archons, oh lord, whoever heard his silent praying… how will he survive?! He never felt so vulnerable and exposed.
“You’re doing good, doing so fine for me,” Al-Haitham’s descended his head and took his nipple between his lips, tongue darting to taste the nub eagerly.
“Ah…!” Cyno’s head was spinning wildly, hands grabbing a fistful of silver hair as his body trembled. It felt so weird, so indescribable, and at the same time so good. But Al-Haitham didn’t give him a chance to form more coherent thoughts as he slipped his finger once again inside his pants, slipping past his undergarment to touch his throbbing cock.
Crying loudly, he instinctively squeezed his thighs around Al-Haitham, the body still shaking from the growing pleasure as he squeezed his eyes half shut.
Al-Haitham pulled his lips away from his nipple with a wet ‘pop’, bringing his teal eyes to his half-lidded red. “I can’t help but adore you,” he cooed, fingers pressing hard against his now-hard cock, eliciting another mewl. “Even though I didn’t do much.”
“I-I told you… hnngh… n-no teasing!” Cyno bit out with his teeth clenched.
A deep, vibrating laugh escaped his amused lips. His other hand joined his shorts and with a swift movement, he yanked the fabric down, together with his underwear, exposing his dick. Cyno took a sharp breath. “Alright, alright. No teasing anymore.” The way the scholar responded, it was almost hard to trust his words. Almost.
He continued undressing the rest of Cyno’s light clothes, not taking much time, since he was basically naked enough for his hands to toy with his body. Done with his little work, the scholar took his time to fully take him in.
However, Al-Haitham took his breath once again, when deft digits wrapped around his dick, the touch intense and electrifying, and Cyno gasped, eyes now fully shut. “That’s it… you’re doing good, so wonderful.” Al-Haitham’s voice was incredibly close to his ears, chest pressing against his own as he started to pump his member. Teeth gracing at his earlobe, nipping at it, and he dragged his tongue around the shell of his ear, Cyno lost it, many sinful noises broke from his trembling lips, hands grasping at the sheets to seek purchase, grounding him from the elevating feeling.
“So pretty for me… and only for me.” Al-Haitham bit down, leaving a biting mark on his ear, adoring every reaction Cyno’s body made.
“W-Wait, Haitham, wait—!” Cyno felt something hot pooling in his guts, threatening to snap at any second, a strong sensation that clouded his mind.
“Hm? Are you close already?”
Cyno wanted to retort badly, but whenever he opened his mouth, more embarrassing mewls broke free, giving Al-Haitham more pleasure to enjoy. He felt so, so hot, his body burning, the strands of white hair sticking to his skin, covering his right eye further.
“N-no! You’re still closed!” Fingers now on Al-Haitham’s arms and tugging at his long, black gloves. “It’s unfair if I’m the one who gets to undress and not you.”
Al-Haitham stopped then, quietly gazing down at him for a short while, until he sighed. “We always seem to find something that makes us stop midway,” Cyno swore as he saw his eyes shimmer dangerously, the impatience starting to take over him. Nevertheless, he retreated his hands and started to get take his long gloves off him. Throwing these away without a care, he ripped everything his finger came across, roughly taking his shirt over his head and tossing it over the other things he quickly got undressed.
Cyno’s mouth opened by his immaculate muscles. So alluring, beautiful… Archons, why was that man before him literally perfect? He glanced drifted lower to erect cock and he was big.
Oh gods, was he planning to put that in him? Was that his plan? ‘No, don’t feel nervous. This is what you also want.’ Sweeping away these thoughts, he heard the other laugh. “You flatter me. Your eye says it all.”
Cyno spluttered as he went deep-red, a scowl painted his face. “I wasn’t even thinking that! You’re flattering yourself!"
“You’re so cute, I can’t help it. But you’re right, no more teasing,” Al-Haitham warned before he roughly gripped his thighs, parting them further away to make himself space. Cyno gulped, anticipating what he was gonna do.
Truth to be told, he didn’t know anything about this… particular exercise—he was glad he kept these thoughts to himself or he’d never see the day without Al-Haitham teasing him to hell and back. Nervousness spiraled back into his stomach, but the excitement didn’t fade away… no, he couldn’t wait for what will happen now.
Dark, glimmering teal descended his gaze to his own, feasting him without any touches and words. Al-Haitham’s tongue wetted his lips as swift digits traveled down, down, fingernails touching Cyno’s stomach and creating an invisible, vertical line until they brushed his now-twitching cock. He let out a breathily stutter, chest heaving at the silent fervor. But his fingers didn’t stop; they ran further down, grazing the pink rim.
“Ah…!” A sudden, filthy noise ripped from his throat, his whole body shuddering at the fleeting and yet fierce touch. “Wh… oh my god.” Al-Haitham pressed his index finger against the opening, circling the puckering hole.
“Sensitive… how wonderful.” Al-Haitham hummed, his other hand that still rested on his high gripped harder, and Cyno was sure a bruise will form if he keep pressing down. “But of course, I will prepare you fully. On your side, you see a drawer. You’ll find what we need.”
Cyno nodded and twisted his upper body slightly to the left. Grabbing the handle he pulled the top drawer and found a decorated flask, all dark teal and grey, like the usual color he wore. Observing it he noticed the white liquid inside it.
“That’s it. Now would you be so kind and hand it over?” Al-Haitham’s hand left his thighs and brought it forward to grab the flask, and Cyno wordlessly obliged. “Just relax, okay? You might find the feeling weird, but trust me on this… you will feel great soon.”
Feeling weird? Did he mean that it will hurt? Nervousness seeped back into his system, but he responded with a nod, taking a breath as he sank deeper into the mattress. Of course, he trusted him, or else he wouldn’t have agreed to all of this in the first place, so it was no point feeling nervous or scared.
“Good boy, so pliant and obedient for me,” Al-Haitham brought another chuckle from his lips as he poured some of the white liquid onto his fingers. And without waiting any longer, he pressed his finger back into the waiting hole. Cyno hissed at the cold sensation, but he reminded himself to stay calm.
But as soon as he calmed down, his composure melted before it was fully built back. Al-Haitham pressed his finger into his hole, past his wall and he keened, instinctively grabbing the sheets underneath him for the second time. “Ah… it r-really feels so—hngh!” Al-Haitham didn’t give him chance to fully form his sentence when he twisted his finger inside him, going deeper, fingernail scratching his insides and he wanted to scream.
"You’re doing great, baby. That’s it…” the finger inside Cyno pulled slightly away and then rammed back, this time harder, and he gasped louder, squeezing his eyes once again. “It will feel so much better.”
It was just one finger, and he was losing his mind. It was feeling weird like he said. The digit burned him, making this so unpleasant, but at the same time… he could get used to this.
Al-Haitham added another finger and drank in the next moan that came from Cyno, smiling all too pleased. The two digits were scissoring and preparing him and it burned so much more, but with the pain, another feeling started to form. When the other thrust his fingers deeper into him, his eyes widened, mouth hanging open as another moan was punched out of him, louder, longer.
“Oh, I found it,” Al-Haitham leaned in and captured his lips in a sweet, slower kiss in which Cyno had troubled reciprocating. He simply couldn’t kiss him back when fingers repeatedly brushed at something inside him, making his whole body twitch. Tears began to well in his eyes, making his vision swim and his surroundings wavy.
“So good for me,” Al-Haitham responded with a whisper as he stole another kiss. “So pretty.” Another kiss was stolen from his.
“Just so perfect.” Another kiss.
“I could get addicted to this.” Al-Haitham pressed his lips rougher against his, fingers going impossibly deeper until he was knuckles deep, and Cyno cried out loudly. The mixture of the fingers scissoring him and the sweet praises… oh he was so gone.
“H-Haitham—gods… m-more…” he mumbled against his lips, whimpering when the digits never stopped assaulting his hole, getting faster. And yet, it didn’t feel enough. Cyno yearned more, something that brought this intense sensation to another, higher level, and he knew it was possible.
He wanted it so, so much.
“More what? I’m afraid you have to specify on that, o genius Cyno.” He responded with a smug expression before adding a third finger into his quivering hole.
“Y-you know what I mean—” he interrupted himself with another loud gasp, slowly losing his thinking as well. His mind was clouded with lust and he wasn’t sure how much he could hold himself together.
“But I don’t know what you mean. Tell me?” He thrust his fingers faster, rougher. His lips brushed against his lips, but he wasn’t fully pressing in, teasing his mouth and grinning smugly. Al-Haitham was so close, his fingers made him crazy and now he was forcing him to say things he’d never say out loud.
But for now… fuck it.
“Ahh… h-haah… p-please… just…” Cyno’s voice trembled, sounding quiet and so affected. “Hurry up and fuck me!”
Al-Haitham wiped his tears away and pulled himself back, still grinning as his expression studied every little detail Cyno presented to him and he was pretty sure how fucked out he already looked; sweat dripping down, hair messy and sticking everywhere on him, tears gathered in his visible eye that formed anew and bright, red face. Looking dazed with the half-lidded eye he breathed heavily, chest going up and down. Cyno was pretty sure his lips shone with saliva and were swollen by the amount of bruising kiss the other planted upon him.
“If only I had a kamera with me,” Al-Haitham muttered, withdrawing his fingers. “But this will do just fine, too. I’ll keep this memory forever in my mind.”
“S-Shut up.” Cyno scoffed quietly with no bite in his tone, not in the right state of mind to form any coherent words.
The other responded with a pleased hum and grabbed the flask while the other grabbed his own cock, sighing when he pumped himself a bit, eyes never leaving his. The sight Al-Haitham had on him was intense, eating him again and satiating his hunger while he rubbed himself faster. And then, he poured an unnecessary amount on his cock and smeared it everywhere from the head to the sides. “Are you ready for me?”
“Please,” Cyno begged quietly, the impatience now fully visible for him to witness.
Thankfully, Al-Haitham didn’t wait longer himself, he scooted closer, grabbing his legs to lift them and throwing them on his shoulders. Cyno shuddered. His intense stare was still glued to his own eye, making him like a prey for the predator above him.
Al-Haitham positioned his length on his entrance and slowly pushed. Cyno’s breath stopped for a moment when the head pushed past his walls, pressing and pushing deeper and further. This was nothing like the fingers opening him up. This was something even more intense.
“Relax, baby. You got this. You’re doing so good.” The hand of the scholar brushed his hair, gently petting Cyno to soothe him.
And it helped him relax a bit. He took a deep shuddering breath that turned into a filthy gasp when Al-Haitham’s cock was almost inside him. “That’s it.” He hummed and rewarded him with a short kiss.
Deep breath, deep breath, more reminders were molded in his mind as he quietly sobbed when he felt too full. Al-Haitham was now fully inside him and he heard a deep sigh, thankfully staying still and giving Cyno the moment he desperately needed.
Al-Haitham fleetingly pressed his lips on his cheeks, murmuring sweet nothings and honey-filled praises, commenting how good he was holding in as he gifted him butterfly kisses on his face, nose, jaw, and then to his neck, taking away the overwhelmingness he felt. Cyno’s hand slowly made his way to his shoulders, trembling as he grasped them tightly, grounding him further.
“Move, please. I’m… I’m okay.”
“With pleasure, darling,” softly biting Cyno’s neck, nipping the skin with his teeth, he finally began to move, slowly pulling away until his cock was almost out of the others. And with a slow push, his length went back into the heat.
Against his will, Cyno couldn’t help the loud moan, not fast enough to wrench his head to the side and muffle his sinful voice against the crinkled sheets, feeling terribly embarrassed to know that he can produce these obscene voices. Ugh… it was almost humiliating!
Al-Haitham continued with his slow pace, pulling and pushing and creating gentle sounds of hips meeting, driving away the breath Cyno was still unconsciously holding in, causing him to get more vocal.
“So gorgeous…” Al-Haitham lifted his head from his neck and looked into his eye. His face was also flushed, but Cyno was surprised how much he could hold his composure… or he was just good at pretending not to get too affected. Nevertheless, he couldn’t do it himself, too far gone to hide his obscenity.
“H-Haitham, please—hnngh, don’t hold back! You’re not—” another gasp escaped him when he thrust deep, slow. “Not breaking me.”
“You want me to go fast? Are you sure?” A warning, a challenge, and another urge to wipe away his smug expression emerged. But instead, he squeezed the other, clenching his walls, and managed to form a shaky grin between heavy breaths and half-closed eyes. “I’m not fragile, Haitham. I rather think you can’t keep up your own game.” He challenged back, red eye equally flickering with taunt.
“Don’t regret your decision, dear,” Al-Haitham whispered huskily, hands sneaking down to grab his hips as he slowly withdrew his length, pulling it leisurely on purpose to make Cyno feel every drag, every brush it could touch, making him keen by this delicious torture. Not giving him time to adjust and take a moment, he slammed back roughly, digging his fingernails harsh against his hips and drawing out more loud noises.
“A-Aahh, H-Haitham–!” The other didn’t listen and continued to assault him with fast thrusts, dragging his cock in and out and creating filthy sounds of skin slapping skin.
With every rough brush against his prostate, his eye widened, making his back arch and toes curl. It was too much, too much to even stay coherent, barely noticing that his cries got louder and babbling muddled words. Cyno threw his head back as a long moan was punched out from his throat, not noticing Al-Haithams deep chuckle between his heavy breaths and groans.
“So good for me, baby. You’re taking me so well… like a whore,” Cyno hardly noted the other leaning into him again, dragging his tongue on his neck. But when Al-Haitham harshly bit down his neck, he cried loudly, almost tearing the sheets beneath him apart. “A personal whore for me. So pretty…” Al-Haitham bit down again and littered his skin with more marks, not leaving any place untouched, as if telling the world Cyno was his.
Archons, it was truly… too much. But he didn’t regret this decision one bit.
Al-Haitham showered him with more praises and sweet nothings when his pace got quicker, pounding him without mercy. And with every sinful word and praise, every hard thrust, he felt the heat in his stomach coil, almost snapping in half. He was so close, oh so close.
As if the other could read his mind, one of his hands let go of his hips and wormed his way to grasp his twitching dick, pumping it at the same speed his hips worked.
“W-Wait—! Hnggh, aah!” Feeling terribly overwhelmed, he reached out to Al-Haithams shoulders and back and dug his nails into it, seeking purchase and not to lose his mind fully—even if it was too late for him.
“So sweet…” Al-Haitham murmured and groaned when fingernails scratched his back, creating deep angry marks that ran down. “Y-You’re close, right, baby?”
Cyno spurted out more incoherent words, squirming and twitching at the indescribable sensation. He couldn’t give him an answer, but it seemed it was enough for the scholar, pumping him faster as he dragged his lips back to his ear. “Then come for me.”
With a loud moan, he came, coating his and Al-Haitham’s stomachs with white.
However, Al-Haitham didn’t give him chance to bask in his high, continuing his pounding, the hand still milked him dry until he spilled the last drop of come.
“N-no, stop! This… too much! Hnnggh!” Cyno’s body shook, the overstimulation reducing him into a pile of crying and moaning mess and coating his hot cheeks with many tear stains.
“Bear with me, I’m almost there…” a deep groan came from Al-Haitham when he clenched around him, nails scratching wildly.
Soon after, Al-Haitham’s pace stuttered, signaling him that he was close, too close. His thrusts got heavier, his cock pressing his prostate hard and deep before Cyno felt something hot spilling inside him. Al-Haitham moaned lowly and grabbed his hips too harshly, causing him to wince from the burning pain.
When the last drop coated his inside, he collapsed on top of Cyno, letting go of his hips and wrapping them around him.
Neither spoke a single word, only their heavy breath mingled into the room. Cyno tried hard not to notice the sticky feeling of cum between their chests, too fucked out and tired to care—even though it felt disgusting.
After a short while, Cyno heard Al-Haitham’s low chuckle, not moving away from him, head still buried between his shoulder and neck. His breath tickled his skin, causing him to sigh. “I still can’t believe you agreed to have sex with me.”
Cyno huffed and closed his eyes. “Neither can I, but here we are.
“I’m glad you did. I always imagined how you’d look under me with a sexy expression.
Cyno groaned quietly, and the red on his face returned. “I want to hide.” He didn’t want to imagine how ridiculous he must have looked. All vulnerable and loud and so, so filthy.
"Oh no, I loved every second of it. Also honored I was the first one to witness how adorable you were.”
“You… you’re so—”
“Insufferable, I know~”
Cyno lightly slapped his back and sighed. “Can you pull out now or do you want to stay here for hours?”
Al-Haitham moved slightly, adjusting himself so he could properly embrace the other. “Why don’t we rest like this?”
Cyno quickly opened his eyes. “N-no! There’s no way I could stay calm like that!” The other let out another annoying laugh and back away for a moment, slowly pulling out of Cyno. The hot, white cum spilled and caused a mess. “There we go. And rest assured. I will take care of you. You can relax.”
Before Al-Haitham could move fully away, Cyno grabbed him by his arm, stopping him. “… stay, please. Let’s… clean up later.” He murmured, ignoring the rising heat that once again covered his cheeks.
Al-Haitham blinked several times, not uttering any word. He slowly turned around and lowered himself, a smile finally breaking on his face. “Of course. Come here.” He scooped Cyno up and turned them around, so he could lie on top of him. “Rest now. We’ll take care of the rest later, okay?” A gentle stroke on his white hair made Cyno shudder. He closed his eyes and nodded, resting his head on his chest.
Warm, safe. The faint of his heartbeat reached his ears. A peaceful moment he wished he could often experience.
The warmth made him drowsy. With a quiet, pleased smile, he slowly drifted into the dreamworlds. He faintly heard Al-Haitham murmuring something, but he couldn’t decipher it anymore.
But it was okay. It was something his future self will handle. For now, he let himself go.