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“Before you even say anything--I know that look on your face. I’m saying no.”
“You haven’t even heard me out yet.”
“Haitham, no.”
Haitham observes his roommate from across the room. Kaveh is wiping the dishes dry while he waits on the couch having been the one assigned to cook dinner for that night. For all the years they’ve known each other, Haitham has become well-versed in the language of Kaveh. He has become an expert on what he really means when he says one thing, as well as the many other layers of meaning in his complaints and bravado.
Right now, Kaveh’s hands are weak--Haitham can tell because the plates are clinking louder than usual as a result of lacking the control to set them down a little more gently. A closer look at Kaveh’s ears also shows that they are far too red to not be flustered. And if all that isn’t enough, it’s how Kaveh suddenly speeds up his chore that totally gives him away.
“What is it that’s on my mind if you’re so sure you know?” Haitham challenges. If Kaveh were smart, he wouldn’t answer such an obvious provocation. But Kaveh is smart, and so the fact that he even answered at all is a hint in itself.
“You’re horny. And you want to do something crazy to me again like last time…!”
Haitham chuckles. Kaveh is really amusing. “You gathered that from a simple look I gave you?”
“You’ve been staring at my ass for the past hour,” Kaveh states matter-of-factly, even sounding a little proud. “And since you haven’t pounced on me right after dinner or asked for sex outright, that means you think you’re going to have trouble convincing me.”
Haitham stands up from the couch. Kaveh is right--he does need a little convincing. But Haitham is a master at that, at getting Kaveh all weak and pliant under his hands, heeding his every word. All Kaveh needs is a little loving.
So he walks into the kitchen and wraps his arms around Kaveh’s waist. He knows how much Kaveh likes it when he does this; he has never admitted it, but Kaveh is the romantic type, and hugging in the kitchen is one of the things that make his knees shake. Sure enough, Haitham feels the sharp intake of breath that Kaveh is forced to make when he enters his space. He’s got him hooked--now, to reel him in.
“But you enjoyed last time,” Haitham protests in Kaveh’s ear in a faux innocent tone, fully aware of what he’s doing. “Felt great, right? Let me try something new on you.”
Kaveh becomes stiff as a board in Haitham’s arms. His heart is beating so violently that Haitham can feel it through his back. Haitham knows he has him. He has had Kaveh the moment he looked away a little too quickly when their eyes met during dinner. This is just a little courtship dance, part of foreplay, if you will, because Kaveh is a pretty bird that must be swept off his feet, and Haitham doesn’t really mind giving him what he wants. Years ago, any sort of casual touching would have been impossible, with Kaveh recoiling and hissing like a threatened cat at his mere presence. Oddly enough, once this spontaneous agreement to be fuck buddies was made under the influence of two bottles of wine, they started finding each other to be more companionable. Kaveh doesn't actively avoid him anymore, at least. And Haitham finds that he's a pleasant roommate when his mouth is around his dick instead of the bottle of lassi he had hidden at the very back of the fridge to save for himself.
“No! The last time you said you wanted to try something new, you did unspeakable things to me!”
Haitham frowns. “Kaveh, you were begging me for more. Admit it, you like sou--”
Kaveh whirls around and covers Haitham’s mouth with both his palms. They’re all pressed up against each other like this, and Haitham’s pretty sure if Kaveh just shifts a little more to the left, he’d feel his hard-on reacting to their proximity.
“Don’t say it!” Kaveh says, scandalized. Haitham rolls his eyes fondly.
“You loved that ‘particular thing’ we did a while back. Don’t pretend like you hated it.”
Stuck between a rock and a hard place, Kaveh just gives up on rationality and whines.
“Haitham, you’re always in control. And you…you do things to me that are new and a little terrifying, and I know it might feel good, but I still get apprehensive about it.”
Haitham softens, his embrace turning a little more wholesome than it had been. Kaveh buries his face into his chest in an attempt to hide his burning face.
“I’ll take care of you,” Haitham murmurs patiently. “You remember your safe words, yes?”
Kaveh nods minutely without lifting his face. Haitham gets the urge to wreck him, to destroy him, to open him up piece by piece and consume him, but he pushes it down. He’d never do anything Kaveh doesn’t want to do.
“And have I ever forced you to continue when you used them?”
“No,” Kaveh says, and the pout is so very audible from his voice. “You always stop. And you help me calm down.”
“Yes. Because I’m not a dick.” Because your comfort matters, goes unsaid.
“ Haitham,” Kaveh whines. He wriggles a bit in Haitham’s embrace. Haitham doesn’t want to touch him any more intimately than this, not before Kaveh has given explicit consent.
“Kaveh,” he replies dryly. At this point, Haitham knows Kaveh well enough to be certain that his roommate wants it too. Now he just has to say it. And Haitham knows Kaveh’s got too much pride to say it out loud in his own words, but it’s fun to tease him a little.
“So? Is it a final no?”
Kaveh doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even look at Haitham.
“Okay. We won’t. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.” Haitham loosens his hold, intending to peel off of Kaveh, but the blonde holds onto his torso tighter instead. Haitham resists the urge to chuckle.
“What is it?” Haitham says, acting all clueless even though he’s perfectly aware of how he’s got Kaveh wrapped all around his finger. Kaveh still refuses to answer, but Haitham’s getting too impatient to prolong this teasing any further.
“I take it you want me to? Yes or no, Kaveh.”
“Fuck you,” Kaveh cusses into Haitham’s shirt.
“Okay, let’s do that. Stop me at any time.”
Kaveh yelps as Haitham suddenly hoists him up without warning. It forces Kaveh to look at him, and Haitham is finally granted the sight of Kaveh’s flushed face and dilated pupils. He’s cute like this, all indignant and prideful, only to end up crying and begging moments later, when Haitham is through with him.
Haitham takes them to his bedroom, where they have sex more often than Kaveh’s, because as much as the architect values order and cleanliness in the living room, the same cannot be said for his own quarters. It has become more of a storage room for all his tools and gadgets than an actual place to sleep. Though Haitham has a sneaking suspicion that there’s some other reason for it that they both choose to ignore.
“What are you going to do to me this time?” Kaveh says it like he’s exasperated, but the way his heart is pounding gives him away. He can’t seem to look Haitham in the eye, finding every nook and cranny of Haitham’s body to hide himself in. Right now, he has taken it upon himself to sit on Haitham’s lap despite the wide expanse of the bed and hook his chin on Haitham’s shoulder. Haitham forgives him this time; he has plenty of chances to look at his pretty face later. Instead, he turns his head, until his lips are pressed against Kaveh’s ear, and says, “Milking your prostate. Ever heard of it?”
Kaveh recoils with the force of a whip. He holds his ear as if it had burned. “What? That sounds incredibly unsexy.”
Haithams smirks. “I don’t mind doing sou--”
This time, Kaveh covers Haitham’s mouth with his own--and really, if he’d be shut up like this every single time, then Haitham wouldn’t mind prattling on everyday.
“You--really--mm…you--really…”
Haitham’s obsessed with the way Kaveh can’t form coherent sentences, too caught up with the pleasure of his tongue on Haitham’s. Hungry for more pretty sounds from Kaveh’s lips, Haitham’s hand snakes down, unbeknownst to Kaveh, until it reaches his clothed ass and Haitham harshly squeezes .
“Fu--ah! Ah, mm, Haitham,” Kaveh moans into Haitham’s mouth, and he drinks him in, breathing in his words, partaking in Kaveh’s breath.
“What position is comfortable for you?” Haitham asks in between nips along Kaveh’s neck.
“This is fine,” Kaveh pants, too high on Haitham’s bites. He is positioned sideways on Haitham’s lap, so his legs are at Haitham’s right side, and his body is turned so he can face Haitham and kiss him silly.
Haitham supposes he can’t complain. Kaveh looks lovely all draped over him as if he’s an enamoured whore desperate for a fuck. He bets he’ll look even more beautiful when he has his legs spread out, and Haitham can look down at him, as if Kaveh is at his complete mercy.
“Take these off,” Haitham orders, grabbing at the waistband of Kaveh’s trousers and underwear. Kaveh strips obediently, the haste in his motions amusing Haitham. For someone so apprehensive of this, he sure does look excited. Endeared, Haitham gives him a sweet kiss on his temple.
“Now open wide,” Haitham murmurs against Kaveh’s cheek, eager to taste him again, but the blonde has hidden away into the crook of Haitham’s neck again, his shyness suddenly creeping back into his pretty head.
“Don't say it like that,” Kaveh complains, but it’s weak and a little pathetic, his want for Haitham too painfully obvious.
“Hm? How do you want me to say it then?” Haitham spreads Kaveh’s legs himself, finding no real resistance there. Kaveh keeps himself trimmed and tidy, a perfect trail of blonde leading to a patch of darker hair around his half-chub. The evil streak in Haitham wants to play with his cock until Kaveh cries again, but he's got another thing planned for today, one that will probably still bring Kaveh to tears one way or another.
“Look here, Kaveh,” Haitham says, a bit more stern, coupled with a little force as he grabs Kaveh’s chin and dislodges him from his hiding place. Kaveh whimpers, acting so helpless even though he can free himself from Haitham if he really tries.
“That’s right, look at me. Open your mouth. Good. Now suck.” Haitham stuffs Kaveh’s pliant mouth with his fingers, giving him a sample of what’s to come. Kaveh sucks on him wantonly, sloppy and eager even without instructions. Haitham’s digits are wet in no time, drool trickling down his palm and wrists. Perfect.
“That’s enough, Kaveh. You did well.” Haitham rewards him with a kiss on his spit-slick mouth. It distracts Kaveh long enough for him to jump in surprise once Haitham’s cold fingers prod at his entrance.
“H-Hayi--wait,” Kaveh keens, squirming and looking for something to anchor him. It’s a tight fit inside Kaveh, even though it’s only a single finger inside of him. It’s a wonder how he’s always so tight even after Haitham has fucked him so well. It’s a marvel, a blessing. Kaveh is so, so good for him, but it won’t do if he’s this tight.
“On your knees, Kaveh. I’ll stretch you out,” Haitham says, with no intent to manhandle Kaveh just yet. Though it's fun to move him around like a plaything, it's also incredibly sexy when Kaveh does it so willingly, like he’s forgotten to act stubborn just because he wants it that much. Or the fact that all this playing-hard-to-get is just a facade and that Kaveh is also very much allured by Haitham. When Kaveh all but presents his ass to Haitham, a wordless plea for his touch, Haitham has to reel in his excited cock as it strains in his pants.
Haitham wraps his lips around his puckered pink hole, getting him all wet and lubricated with his spit. Kaveh keens, back arching and toes curling, urging Haitham to keep at it. Haitham presses the flat of tongue against Kaveh’s rim with an intent to tease, but he ends up losing himself in it a bit, too. Kaveh's just so tasty, and his voracity refuses to settle.
“Deeper, Hayi,” Kaveh mewls, and it snaps Haitham out of his drunken stupor. That's right. As heavenly as Kaveh’s moans sound, he has to make Kaveh cry.
Haitham slips a finger in along with his protrusive tongue, to which Kaveh whimpers. He's always so loud and vocal in everything he does; it's no wonder he makes the most sinful noises every time Haitham touches him the right way. Eager to hear more, Haitham slips a second finger in, guided by another spit against his hole. Kaveh moans as goosebumps rise across his body. He reaches for his dick, but Haitham catches his hand in time.
“Okay, enough of that,” Haitham says sternly. Kaveh whines in disappointment. “Sit on my lap, Kaveh. The way you wanted to.”
He smiles at the excited way Kaveh shifts from his knees to drape himself across Haitham again. Haitham rewards his eagerness with a little kiss on his forehead, and Kaveh responds by smooching a wet one against his neck. He spreads his legs voluntarily, probably expecting to be serviced, but Haitham has a wicked glint in his eye. Look at Kaveh, so sweet and clueless of what Haitham is going to put him through.
“Good boy,” Haitham whispers, and his fingers find their place once more in Kaveh’s tight little hole. Kaveh makes a ragged gasp, hands seeking anchor on Haitham’s shirt. Haitham finds his prostate easily, and the way Kaveh’s half hard cock twitches in response confirms it.
“My dick, Haitham,” Kaveh whimpers. “Please, I’m not even fully hard yet.”
“You won't be needing that,” Haitham says, purposely omitting any detail of his plans. “Stay still.”
Even as Haitham says so, Kaveh still writhes as Haitham plays with his prostate, fingers rubbing circles around the bump in his wet heat. Kaveh moans, jaws clenched from the way his spine tingles with Haitham’s every move. His shoulders bunch up and he claws at Haitham's shoulders for purchase.
“Hayi…it--it feels weird…” Kaveh mewls. His half-lidded eyes are bleary and unfocused, almost as if he is drunk. Haitham kisses his cheek.
“You're doing great, Kaveh.”
“I'm…I'm not doing anything…You're-- ahh, mmmngghh, ” Kaveh stifles his noises against Haitham's chest, but it just serves to make Haitham's blood race.
“Feeling good, Kaveh?” Haitham whispers in Kaveh's ear.
“I…I don't know. Haitham--Haitham please, I--”
Haitham uses his free hand to make Kaveh face him. He looks at him with affection; how can he not love Kaveh’s adorable delirium? He’s so pretty, with his red cheeks and red lips and red eyes. Haitham wants him, so bad. He wants to wreck him and love him and destroy him and build him up to destroy him once more. Haitham wants him in a way that would make the most voracious man look satiated; Haitham has Kaveh wrapped around his finger--all he has to do is curl it the right way and Kaveh will come for him.
“Haitham, it’s hngg,” Kaveh whimpers. “It’s too much. I’m… haaa-- Haitham, I need--I need--”
“Need what?”
“ You, please, please, Haitham, fill me up please,” Kaveh begs, eyes pricking with tears. Haitham’s cock jumps in his trousers, wanting to be unbound from its restraints, but he resists the urge. Kaveh comes first.
“No,” Haitham denies, and he smiles in delight as Kaveh weeps against his shoulder. Kaveh cries his disappointment, but every sob is interrupted by involuntary gasps of pleasure as Haitham continues to rub against his spot.
“Fuck, it’s too much! It’s weird--I’m… haaah… I’m not full, but--it’s too much! Too much,” Kaveh pants, crying so much that both tears and sweat have pooled at the dip in his collarbone.
“What’s your color, Kaveh?” Haitham asks, giving him a way out.
“Fuck, fuck, Haitham. Green. Green,” Kaveh sobs, weakly hitting Haitham’s chest in protest. Haitham feels delighted. Seeing Kaveh debauched and hungry for more, seeing him falling apart from his own wants and needs--it drives Haitham a little crazy too. He can’t help kissing Kaveh’s pliant little mouth, which seeks his tongue like he had been parched all day. Haitham smiles into the kiss, widening as he feels Kaveh’s lips trembling around his own and growing more and more uncoordinated by the second.
“Fuck, Haitham, please give it to me, give me something, anything, please!”
Haitham hums playfully. “Is this not enough to satisfy you?”
“N- no,” Kaveh chokes out. “I feel like something’s about to go out, but I haven’t cum yet. It’s--It’s not enough, Haitham. I don’t want this anymore. Please--it’s too much, hngg…aaaahh, ” Kaveh stops making sense, so lost in the sensations that he can’t even think properly. Right now, there is no trace of the man who had dominated his field in the Akademiya. There is no talented scholar who had passed with flying colors. There is no graceful Light of Kshahrewar who walks around town with a perpetual radiance of a million suns. Right now, he has been reduced to a babbling baby under Haitham’s mercy. He’s Haitham’s darling lightning in a bottle, fastidiously kept and adored and taken care of. He’s Haitham’s precious Kaveh, made for him, only for him, so perfect and beautiful, only for his eyes to admire.
“Is it ‘ too much’ ? Should I stop?”
“ No! ” Kaveh yells in desperation. “Make me cum, Hayi, please, please, haaah…!”
Kaveh has turned into a mess of incoherent words and pleas as Haitham works his prostate faster and harder.
“Wait--wait, wait, wait, Hayi-- uhhh, there’s--no, wait,” Kaveh panics, hands reaching for Haitham’s shoulders so he can sit up, but it’s no use. His body won’t listen; all he can do is watch helplessly as fluid effuses from the slit of his not even fully-hard cock, his orgasm escaping him. Tears wells up in Kaveh’s eyes as his climax runs farther and farther away from him. His nose is red, and so are the rims of his eyes. His eyebags have become more prominent, and the clips that held his hair in place now hang loosely at the tips of his disheveled locks. His cheeks are rosy from exertion, and his temple is glistening with sweat. His brow is knotted in the middle, eyes trained on his leaking dick as if it had stolen something very precious from him. He is a lovely picture of despair--and Haitham has never seen him so beautiful.
“That’s it, Kaveh,” Haitham murmurs in his ear, voice low and dark and rich with a sadistic kind of glee. “Very good. Look at you,” Haitham praises. And just as he expected, Kaveh turns to him with sparkling eyes, looking proud yet at the same time dismayed over not getting what he really really wanted. He's caught between wanting to cry and wanting to preen under Haitham's warm gaze. Somehow, he does both.
“I'm--I'm good…?”
Haitham kisses his cheek. “Yes. You did very well. I’m proud of you.”
His face contorts into a sob. “But I didn’t cum, Hayi.” It’s--it’s exhilarating. Haitham’s pulse quickens and his cheeks grow embarrassingly hot. For Kaveh to be so consumed by sex that he has resorted to whining and crying and begging; for prideful, dignified Kaveh to want Haitham so bad that he’d willingly--or hell, even have no choice but to--submit himself to Haitham, of all fucking people--there is only so much Haitham can resist.
“What do you want me to do, Kaveh?” Haitham murmurs against his lips. “Tell me. I’ll reward you.”
“ Haaah… fuck me, Hayi, please. Make me cum, please,” Kaveh pleads. His previously tight grip on Haitham’s shoulder has loosened into a powerless hold. “Why would you do this to me…? You said you’d take care of me.”
Haitham’s heart melts. “I will, Kaveh. I’ll take care of you. I promise.”
Haitham lays him down on the bed gently, careful not to jostle him too much. Kaveh looks up at him with glistening eyes. He seems to be looking for something in Haitham’s face, but he is unsure what. Haitham hopes he finds whatever it is that he’s seeking; he wants to give Kaveh everything he can.
When Haitham pushes inside Kaveh, he is overwhelmed by his heat. He nearly loses it as Kaveh’s hole grips him even after loosening him for so long. Kaveh gasps in delight and relief, as if finally, finally getting what he’s waited so long for. Haitham gets a little wild with it; not even he is immune to the allure of Kaveh’s tear-stained lips saying, “More, more,” against his own mouth. His pace becomes more frenzied, and soon enough, Kaveh’s pleas for more turns into nothing but a mantra of his name.
“Wait--Hayi--I’m c-cumming. I’m close, fuck, wait-- slow down,” Kaveh cries, trying to push Haitham’s chest, but he is too weak, limbs filled with lead. Haitham persists, hips unwilling to give Kaveh anything less than what he can offer.
“That’s okay, Kaveh,” Haitham says, short of breath from exertion. “I’ll just make you cum again and again.”
Kaveh makes a high pitched moan, and Haitham feels him tighten so perfectly around his cock. Haitham moans right back, capturing Kaveh’s lips in another intense kiss. But Kaveh’s lips fight to form words--words that are kissed away by Haitham in his eagerness to make Kaveh cum.
“Hayi--wait, I’m cum--mmpph-- hah, I’m--”
The force of Kaveh’s orgasm surprises them both; Kaveh’s body arches sharply, and his release comes shooting up at Haitham’s chest, soiling his shirt.
“Shit, Kaveh,” Haitham says in awe, so caught off guard that he halts.
Kaveh petulantly hits his shoulder with a weak punch. “I told you I was close. Idiot.”
“Seems like you still aren’t satisfied?”
Kaveh pouts, but doesn’t answer, and that’s how Haitham knows he’s right on the money. Haitham chuckles, endeared. He kisses up Kaveh’s throat despite his shallow protests. He pulls away, just to take his cum-stained shirt off and toss it somewhere Kaveh will be embarrassed to look at later, and resumes his thrusts.
Kaveh jolts, face contorting in apprehension. “H-hold on, Hayi, I’m still a bit sensitive.”
“All the better,” Haitham whispers, before pulling Kaveh up so that he is straddling his lap. Kaveh yelps, and the inertia of his body being pulled so abruptly upwards makes him fall against Haitham’s sturdy chest, which is warmer to the touch now that his shirt has been rid. Kaveh hooks his chin over Haitham’s shoulder, and from there, Haitham can hear his ragged panting as he gets plowed from underneath in an relentless pace. Haitham wraps his arms around Kaveh’s middle and moves him himself. Kaveh’s body can barely keep up, having gone limp so that Haitham can take over and use him as he wants.
“Fu-u-uck,” Kaveh stutters as each upward thrust of Haitham’s hips makes him bounce. “Fuck, fuck, Haitham, I’m--I’m gonna cum again. Haitham!”
Kaveh’s jostled cock dribbles its semen, but Haitham doesn’t stop; can’t stop. He’s close too, just a little bit more.
“Sorry, Kaveh,” he grits out as he repositions Kaveh’s powerless body back on the comfort of his pillows. He continues to grind against him, even as Kaveh’s breathless gasps turn into a string of profanity.
“Just a little bit more. I’m close--sorry,” Haitham apologizes. Kaveh is probably tired and oversensitive. And although he enjoys overstimulating him once in a while, this is probably a little too much. But fuck if his cock didn’t feel so good--Kaveh’s just so divine, so perfect, so fatedly made for him that Haitham fails to control his inhibitions.
“I-It’s okay, Haitham,” Kaveh murmurs, a little sex dazed. “Use me. Cum for me.”
And just like that, whatever last strand of restraint that was holding Haitham back snaps. He plunges into Kaveh, leaving him at a loss for words, and he releases his hot cum inside, filling him up as if to mark his territory. Kaveh is his, and his alone.
Kaveh kisses him through his climax, and it feels so rewarding that Haitham’s heart aches. Kaveh’s lips are soft and a little tired, but there’s a smile on them--Haitham can feel it molded against his own.
“That was great,” Haitham mumbles, a little high on the endorphins himself. His body feels unnaturally light, and his hands are tingling a bit. He would keep it a secret for all his life, but Kaveh had felt so good that Haitham literally forgot how to breathe. He plops down on the bed next to Kaveh's naked body to catch his breath and clear himself of light-headedness.
Kaveh chuckles. His eyes are a little clearer now than Haitham's, who is still a little drunk from the fuck of his life. “Is that so? You're awfully generous with compliments today.”
“I give credit where it is due,” Haitham replies. There are many things that go unsaid. Like how beautiful Kaveh looks against the white sheets. Or how Haitham doesn't want him to get up and get dressed just yet. Or how Haitham wants to kiss him again.
Kaveh stares at him. He seems to be searching for something in his eyes again. Suddenly, now that his head is beginning to clear up again, he feels a bit daunted about what Kaveh could see. He sure does hope he doesn't see how pathetically obsessed he is with him. That'd be embarrassing.
Kaveh’s eyes flit through him as if he were painting Haitham's face with his lashes. Something about it makes Haitham's throat tighten. Does he see it? Does he see the way Haitham's heart beats for him?
Haitham kisses him then, treading the tightrope between what is and what’s not allowable as roommates who fool around every now and then. He gives his all into the kiss, hoping that Kaveh can feel the words he can't say. He hopes that as Kaveh licks at his mouth, he'd come to know that Haitham's feelings go beyond a good fuck on a random Tuesday. He hopes that Kaveh would understand that the tongue wrapped around his is sharp with taunting, unkind words, but ultimately weak when it comes to the truth of his affections. He hopes that Kaveh would understand that there is nobody else in the entire world that Haitham would hold this close, this tightly, this desperately, skin to skin.
“Idiot,” Kaveh says between their lips. “Just tell me.”
Haitham feels his cheeks burn. “Tell you what?”
“That you're in love with me,” Kaveh whispers, eyes aflame with a challenge.
Haitham realizes it then--there is no escaping Kaveh. His presence is just too large, his gravity unshakable. This was bound to happen. Falling for Kaveh is inevitable.
“I am in love with you,” Haitham says, tone solemn and serious--but--but Kaveh has the audacity to look startled, as if he hadn’t expected that at all, as if he hadn’t just asked him to bare his feelings out loud--
“W-what? That was--I was--I was bantering , I didn’t think you’d--”
Haitham feels his heart sink.
“No-no--! Wait, Haitham, let me speak! I am-- archons, it was just wishful thinking! A shot in the dark! I didn’t think you’d actually be in love with me!” Kaveh stammers, eyes welling with tears. Such a crybaby, this one. It’s a good thing Haitham finds him so pretty when he cries.
“It’s just that…the lines have always been so blurred between us that this is the first time anything concrete has been said, and--and--”
Kaveh continues prattling on for a solid four minutes. Haitham listens contentedly, because it’s so interesting how Kaveh manages to express his reciprocation without saying the actual words, in just about every roundabout way possible. Haitham thinks it's cute. But he really wants to go back to kissing, so he shuts Kaveh up with just that.
“So really , if it seemed like I was brushing you off, it’s not like that at--mmmpph!”
Haitham can feel Kaveh melting into him, their skin and sweat and bones entangling and becoming one. Haitham kisses Kaveh deeply and languidly, until Kaveh’s reeling from the intensity.
“Idiot,” Haitham echoes. “Just tell me.”
Kaveh rolls his pretty eyes so hard that it makes Haitham laugh.
“Fine. I love you too.”