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“..Kaveh?” The voice managed to filter through his daze, waking him from whatever trance the budding warmth in his gut had slowly lulled him into.
“Uhm, yes..?” He answered meekly, his diaphanous fan of blonde lashes gently fluttering as he blinked and looked up at the source of the deep and brooding familiar voice that had called him- Alhaitham. Merely observing the man’s divinely dominant countenance- the cold sharpness of his turquoise gaze, and most notably, his pheromones- the light fragrance of resinous pine, a gentle sap which filled Kaveh and spread into his flesh like a drug with each addictive breathe he took made the risky heat in his stomach well.
“Stop zoning out. We have work to do.” Alhaitham spoke, the sternness in his voice almost reverberating in Kaveh’s perfumy bones, and to make matters worse, his pheromones, almost in sync with the same change of tone, leveled in potency. The fragrance drove into Kaveh with each slight inhale and exhale, building into the humid flame in his innards, a hazardous heat. He didn’t have much time before it’d be too late and he’d lose control, his omega pheromones would start oozing out of him and he’d be like a plump lone rabbit in a pack of starving wolves.
“Wight.. Ewm,” Kaveh averted his eyes, blushing. “I-I… I need to use the bathwoom..” he said, quickly getting up from his seat, trying his best to contain the embers searing towards his lower half. He was trying his hardest to suppress his sweet pheromones on his own, to hold off just until the meet was over, but it was way harder than he thought it’d be. He should’ve just canceled when he had the chance. But now it was too late.
Right when he was about to steal a quick glance back at Alhaitham as he made a speedy escape, he felt a thick hand grip deep around his wrist, holding it in place and forcing his entire body to come to an abrupt stop. He turned sharply around, wrist stinging from the tightness of the grasp.
“A-A-Awhaitham???” A deep red blush immediately was painted across Kaveh’s face. The shock was embarrassing, but that wasn't what had made him so beet-red.
“You sure do a bad job at keeping yourself in check, my little omega…” Alhaitham had loudly whispered to him, a burning passion in his eyes as he stared hungrily down at Kaveh. “You must be in heat.” He muttered with a growing smile, simultaneously displaying his fanged canines which had the sharpness of a butcher’s knife, his free hand snaking around Kaveh’s thin-ass waist.
“A-A-Awhaitham… Y-you’we huwting me! I'm sowwy…” The smell of Alhaitham's pheromones at that moment was so immensely overwhelming it almost made Kaveh lose all clarity, and sink into the deep internal abyss of lust and desire- and perhaps, something akin to a warm spring kindling.
“Hmph.” Alhaitham slightly loosened the tightness of his grip, but still held onto him firmly. “Hey little omega, trying to run away? It's too late to leave now...” He pulled Kaveh into him, the sides of their heads touching as he pressed his chiseled and hard form tight against the renowned architect, revealing a certain large stiffness in his crotch. “How do you plan to make it up to me?” Alhaitham breathed against his ear, almost growling.
Before the wide-eyed Kaveh could mutter a hushed and shy reply to the scribe’s potentially provocative question, Alhaitham moved the hand wound around the omega’s frail wrist to the back of his knees, using his other hand to grab the blonde’s back in a manner much more violent and rough compared to how he had previously strangled Kaveh’s wrist, all in order to lift him up in a swoop, bridal style. The architect immediately jumped in surprise, a gasp-moan escaping his gently parted and lightly brushed carmine lips.
“W-wait, Awhaitham!” Kaveh tried to start, before Alhaitham easily silenced him with an almost menacing “Shh..” and boldly made his way with Kaveh in tow towards the elevator in the middle of the House of Daena, with shocked Akademia scholars grouping with one another in order to stare and whisper at the striding pair.
They stepped into the elevator, Kaveh clinging tightly to Alhaitham in fear he may be dropped while it slowly lowered down towards the containment room floor. While waiting for the elevator to reach completely down, Alhaitham started to use the hand holding the omega’s knees up to pinch the small silver zipper on his black pants in an attempt to pull them down from his lap, before Kaveh immediately screeched in retaliation-
“Nya-! W-wait!!” He gasped, instantly using both his hands to stop Alhaitham from pulling off his dark tights. “Awhaitham, y-you can't!”
Annoyed, Alhaitham let go of Kaveh’s knees, gently setting him onto the floor. “Why not?” He asked, grabbing both of Kaveh’s arms and pulling him closer, glaring at him as he did so. “You provoke me, and then reject me? What are you playing at?”
“I-It’s not that! It’s...” He looks away, unable to meet the aggressiveness in the Alpha’s gaze. Before he knew it, maybe in a fit of irritation, Alhaitham had dropped to his knees and gripped the side of Kaveh’s pants, pulling them down to the elevator floor in one clean motion. He pantsed him!
“Kya~!!” Kaveh screeched, covering his pinkening face with his hands. “D-don’t wook, UwU!”
Alhaitham was silent for a moment, maybe from shock- but he quickly recovered, his slightly agape mouth morphing into a fanged smirk. “Is this what you were scared of?” Alhaitham teased.
Kaveh wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“Y-yes.. I’m sowwy…” Kaveh muttered shyly, face still hidden behind his pale and poisely boned hands- which quickly flew down as he broke into a fit of laughter, clutching his stomach “Teehee- Hehehe, Awhaitham~!! Stopp~!!”
“Why should I stop?” The gray-haired alpha lightly sneered, fingers softly grazing the blonde’s dick in an up-and-down manner right at its base, sometimes at a different angle or in a circular motion.
But before Kaveh could respond in between his bouts of laughter, the elevator had stopped at their destination, drawing the pair’s attention almost instantaneously.
“Look’s like we’re here,” Alhaitham said, his hand leaving the warmth of Kaveh's dick to sit on the top of his own bent knees, helping him as he stood up off the ground. On his feet and facing the great architect, the scribe smirked a little before leaning forward, arm extending. Like a Siberian canine wading through thick snow, the side of his hand lightly brushed against Kaveh’s scarcely clothed and sculpted waist as it reached behind him and curved inwards, gliding up the gentle and refined line of the older one’s spine, skimming upwards until it reached his nape and sunk down into a grip, where his sensitive scent glands were.
“Ngh!~ Awhaitham!! What awe you..-” Kaveh tried to retaliate, but the sensation and force were too much for him.
“Shh. Behave. Act like a good boy.” The alpha breathed sensuously against him, tone in his muted voice almost threatening. With a gulp, Kaveh complied. His heat was beginning to have a very apparent physical effect on him.
Grabbing Kaveh by the base of his neck, Alhaitham pushed him forward and out of the elevator, steering him towards the dark confinement area ahead of them, lit only by flickering white candles scattered around the place in haphazard clusters. Step by step, he pushed Kaveh with his sleek black pants hanging at his knees. The alpha slowly guided him further into the dimly illuminated space, before pushing against his nape and forcing him to kneel, back facing the gray-haired alpha.
Alhaitham stood right behind him, hand still resting near his nucha, the tip of his index finger tracing elliptical patterns against the suppleness of the sensitive skin.
“Don’t touwch thewe… It feews…” Kaveh began, but trailed off, voice fading into quiet aroused whimpers that were almost impossible to detect and a shadow in the omega’s almost silent voice of something maybe akin to purring.
“Why? Does it feel good??” He pressed teasingly with a smile, and despite Kaveh’s nodding in a heaty agreement, the alpha still raised his hand away from his scent glands, the soft skin still burning with the fiery trail Alhaitham’s wandering fingers had left. “Turn around.” He commanded, his now-crossed arms almost giving a tyrannical air. “Quickly.”
Shyly, The omega slowly rotated on his knees to face Alhaitham, lower half still bare against the coolness of the paved ground. He attempted to cover himself up with his hands, but it did nothing except make him look more bashful and appetizing.
With a grin, Alhaitham quickly bent and leaned forward, hungrily pushing Kaveh by his shoulders against the cool stiffness of the confinement room’s flooring, the pheromones in the room almost overwhelmingly rousing. By this point, the area was so full of the scent of sweet wine and a coniferous sap it was destructive, a combination so oddly tasteful and significantly appetizingly encouraging.
Alhaitham’s hands slid down, lowering to the hem of Kaveh’s shirt before sliding just beneath it, grazing Kaveh’s lower abdominal skin like a dragonfly skimming the surface of a translucent grass-edged pond. It set the inferno inside Kaveh’s gut to full blast and sent almost borderline icy shivers up the omegas veins and to the trembling apex of his heart, so delicate yet immensely balance-annihilating. He was losing clarity, and losing it astonishingly quickly.
In a fevered frenzy, Kaveh leaned towards the ember touch like a desperate flower does to its only source of light and pentagonal sheen, pressing himself up against Alhaitham’s enveloping form. “Ngh..!~”
The soft blonde’s sensuous cries only further heated the passionate entanglement and drove Alhaitham into a deep, rut-derived craze- his akasha terminal reflecting this by switching from its token green glow to a crimson one. Almost threatening and perhaps, exciting.
The gray-haired alpha’s touch began to grow more fervent and lusty, his poise and elegant writer’s hands slowly inching up Kaveh’s flushed and warm smaller-than-a-fucking-millimeter and skinnier-than-a-coin’s-side torso, pressing and rubbing the creation of a static heat as they did so.
The alpha’s fingers quickly traveled upwards, grazing against the pinkish bundle of nerves that were Kaveh’s nipples, sending a beyond-rousing combination of gasps and tremors through the blonde.
“Don’t twouch thewe~! Ngh!!!” the architect managed to say between half-moans and twitches, fingers entangled in the alpha’s overgrown gray and emo low taper fade.
Perchance.
“I’ll touch wherever I want,” Alhaitham practically growled, a ravenous smirk on his face as he pulled up the hem of Kaveh’s white and diaphanous shirt and stuffed it into his heaty and moist mouth, leaving the omega’s pale body and chest on full display. The scribe sunk his head down, hands hugging the smaller one’s waist as he began to twirl and lick across the omega’s nipples with his soft and burning tongue, causing Kaveh’s back to arch in Alhaitham’s arms as the uncontainable spasms of a nearing yet distant orgasm broke through him.
The older architect let out a hearty wet moan muffled by the fabric in his mouth, clenching fists around the alpha’s gray tufts of hair as his whole body tensed with pleasure. He was beginning to grow impatient, the anxious heat continuously building in his lower half hazy and almost mind-consuming as it crept and grew like a steam through his nerves, which quickly all emptied into a sense of pitless yearning and sensuous abyss as Alhaitham pulled away from his chest with moist lips, his toned face smiling threateningly down from above, and slipped his hands lower from Kaveh’s delicate waist to the base of his pudgy thighs, grip firm around the soft flesh, raising the blonde’s hips as he did so.
The omega’s jaw loosened around the fabric in his mouth as he leaned his head back with the relief of the fading stimulation, hands slipping to his sides before he immediately tensed up again and flashed his half-lidded eyes wide as the same wet burning mass that was formerly licking his nipples was now tracing the rim of his asshole, massaging and draping circular trails of feverish warmth against the sensitive outer tissue. The bottom of his knees rested heavily on Alhaitham’s well-defined shoulders, his manicured toes curling. Kaveh was enjoying the odd sensation of the almost trance-inducing movement of the alpha’s roaming tongue too much to protest, back arched against his grip.
Even when Alhaitham’s tongue slipped through the entrance and probed within the warm fleshy walls, Kaveh leaned into it with a damp and twitchy moan, eyes squeezed shut and brows arched. The feeling was pulling and lightly devouring, almost lulling. Like being brought into orbit- a gravitational pull, a magnetizing gut-dwelling heat. Moony and burning, strange and inviting.
The omega’s flushed breath hitched when a well-boned and firm finger slipped in as well beneath the alpha’s tongue, stretching the entrance further as it prodded against the soft heat, spreading and massaging the flesh as it slid in and out against the swelling rim, tongue moving in rhythmic unison.
Kaveh’s eyes slightly fluttered open with the sensation, miniature pearls of pleasure-born tears caught on his delicate-seeming set of blonde lashes sliding to the corners as he did so. The architect then quickly squeezed them shut, head turned to the side, breath hot and heavy and his pinkish and pyretic cheek pressed against the coolness of the containment room floor, the polarity of it almost leveling. He could feel his mind fogging into a static and navy pink haze at the movement, walls of arousal pressing deep in the gap between his skull and brain as Alhaitham’s tongue and finger roamed further inside him.
Soon, another finger slipped in, stretching the omega’s entrance further and filling up his feverish fleshy innards even more. The pressure, although it brought about a languid and moany retaliation in Kaveh, was burning and sweet, the motion moving like heaty tide and turbulent honey.
Alhaitham moved his head back to speak, hot tongue slipping out of the architect’s sultry insides and lowered waist, leaving a tempting breathing gap above his still-inserted fingers and strands of wet saliva in its wake. “Shut up baby... Daddy knows you like it, your ass is clenching so tight, it’s practically sucking me in.” The alpha whispered with a smirk, narrowed eyes focused on the tempting puffy swelling of Kaveh’s ass as his hand moved to and fro against it, making erotic squelching sounds as it did so.
“Ngh… Nwoo~! Mmn!!” Kaveh protested in a coquettish whine, feeling devastatingly empty and hollow as Alhaitham’s fingers as well slowly pulled from the heat and moist softness of his inner walls. Immensely barren and wanting. The lack of sexual pressure and wet friction had his spinning head leveling, the desperateness feeling more and more raw as the time passed, needing urgently to be filled back up again by the alpha, oblivious to the sounds of unbuckling.
And then, when he least expected it, the omega's only warning being the grip of Alhaitham's cool and firm writer's hands moving from Kaveh’s thighs and readjusting on his hips at a lower height, the scribe's thick and burning cock slammed right into his gaping and wet hole, stretching it and filling his insides as he drove into him.
Kaveh's teary eyes on his thrown-back head were wide and his mouth was agape, short and gaspy breaths barely able to make it past his lips hardly a testament to the way the overwhelming depth and pulsing heat made him feel. His mind was blank, nothing but the staticness of melting and deep-pink electric arousal present. His heart was spasming, absolutely taken by the eroticism and all-devouring carnal need oozing and permeating throughout his veins and bones from the dense mound of numb sensuous pain in his lower half.
And it didn’t help when Alhaitham’s absolute unit began slowly stretching the walls of his naturally lubricated innards backward before thrusting them right back forward and in again, hungry and lustful for more of Kaveh’s appetizing tightness as he rammed his ass over and over and over again. Like a switch that couldn’t be reversed was hit within him, once he started, he couldn’t stop relentlessly fucking him!!! :P
With each merciless thrust and mind-encompassing stroke, it was getting harder for Kaveh to breathe. The architect’s sinuses were on fire with the drugging and cutting scent of their potent and mixing pheromones. He couldn’t smell anything except for them. He couldn't feel anything except for him. He couldn’t see anything except for the vague blurry shapes of the dark ceiling overhead through his tears of pleasure. He couldn’t hear anything except their wet sounds and fervent noises. It was collapsing his sanity and driving him closer and closer to OBLIVION AND CUM SHOTS!
Grazing right against his prostate yet never quite hitting it, the scribe’s hard and gently curved dick inside him kept moving back and forth against the sultriness and sensuous heat, the tantalizing and all-devouring light electric and fleshy tracing of his g-spot. Ceaseless grand friction, it brought about moist moans.
Building, building, and building- the grip Alhaitham had on Kaveh’s pretty waist grew increasingly more intense and tight as each mindless yet intentful burning thrust passed. Their bodies pressed closer and closer, tighter and tighter, hotter and hotter as each steamy moment was eaten and until the intertwined pair finally clenched and shuddered as they came, the tremor’s reverberation reaching the marrow of their bones- the moment like gold smelted in an eternal instant.
“GIVE EVERY MAN THY EAR, BUT FEW THY VOICE!! GAHHH!!!” Alhaitham shouted as his seed filled the blonde’s soft insides and both their heads slipped back, breaths quick and deep. Raw and erotic.
To Kaveh, whose clarity had now been slightly regained, the satiating feeling was almost murderously perfect. But it hadn’t even been a few seconds before the yearning pressure came right back to Kaveh’s lower half like a previously boiling metal pot thrown into a freezer, fever-ridden and impatient- and it wasn’t long either before the sight riled the alpha up all over again, smirking as the hunger, heat, and hardness quickly came back to him.
But just as Alhaitham was about to begin ceaselessly thrusting Kaveh’s JUICY hole (Hole reference) yet again, they both turned their heads to the elevator and froze as it made an abrupt whirring sound and stopped at the floor.
“I HEARD SHAKESPEARE!- oh...” The Akademiya scholar began as he stepped forward, before being instantaneously silenced by the sight before him. His face turned to green utter shock and aghastness. Then true blue disbelief- Then cold dark sweat and fear.
Promptly, the forest-clad scholar lifted the Kamera that just so happened to be resting around his neck and swiftly snapped a picture with it. And then he hurriedly turned and left right where he came from- quickly heading back up and murmuring speedy and incessant prayers like his life depended on it- which it probably did, because Alhaitham was already on his feet with his pants up and hounding after him like he’d just smelt blood for the first time.
But it was too late.
-
It had been a few days since they had fornicated in the house of Daena. On that night, almost immediately, Alhaitham hunted down the Akademiya student and cornered him when he was alone. He told him that if he didn’t hand the Kamera over, he would be facing a brutal beating. The student insisted that he didn’t have his Kamera on him, and the picture he had taken had been too blurry to tell what was happening anyway. So Alhaitham beat him till he blacked out, and then frisked his unconscious body. Turns out he hadn’t been lying, and there was no Kamera and no incriminating photo on him either.
Now, presently, Alhaitham had been engrossed in the white sheets of his leather notebook, pen gliding captivating inky words along its smooth pages when the familiar sound of quiet rapping on his Arjun bedroom door stole his attention. “What is it, my little kitten?” He spoke placidly, continuing to write as he did so.
“Umm… Awhaitham, can we tawk?” the voice sounded nervously from outside the shut entryway, slightly muffled.
“Why not? come in..” The alpha smirked, setting his fancy feathered quill down, turning to face the twinky architect as he submissively stepped inside and approached him. “Let me guess.. Are you here to tell me why you don’t wear underwear?”
“Oh- well, that’s cause I’m vegan and aww natuwaw… B-but, that’s not what I wanted to tawk to you about…” Kaveh said apprehensively, twirling his blonde locks with his fingers and nearing a little closer before stopping and taking a hesitant seat on Alhaithams lap. “I-I…”
“Spit it out.”
“Alhaitham….. I’m PREGNANT!!!” he finally managed to exclaim, squeezing his eyes shut and tensing anxiously in the alpha’s large and stiff arms.
“What happened to your lisp?!” Alhaitham broke, abruptly pushing Kaveh off his lap and immediately standing up off of his expensive burgundy and cushioned desk seat. The scribe sternly crossed his arms and took a firm questioning stance as he looked down at the omega from above.
“Oopsie… I was faking it, b-but that’s besides the point!! I’m literally PREGNANT!!!” Kaveh said as he climbed up off the hardwood floor, hand extended in disbelief.
“Just abort it!! Duh!!!!”
“B-but Alhaitham!! Don’t you wanna be my baby daddy?!”
“But what if our kid is homophobic!??!??!?! And aborts himself?!?!?!? We have to do it before he does!!!!”
“Y-you’re right.. I hadn’t thought of that…” Kaveh lowered his head, realizing his foolishness.
“Then it's settled,” Alhaitham said smugly with his hands on his hips. But just as he had spoken those words, loud and incessant banging began unleashing on his front door. Alert, the two of them cautiously approached it- the alpha leading the pair.
Once they were there, the scribe gingerly gripped the cool handle and slowly pulled it inwards and opened the door, the blonde preggie omega hidden behind him meekly. Both of their eyes immediately widened in shock as they saw who stood on the other side of it.
It was the corps of thirty!! 😱😱😱😱
“You’re under arrest for assault and public indecency!” The head of the force of 5 said as soon as his eyes met Alhaitham’s, not giving a moment’s breath before briskly grabbing him and pulling him out of his house. Kaveh shrieked, and at that, Alhaitham began trying to break out of the cop’s grasp- but it was useless. Quickly, the small accompanying group of men hurried to help hold him down and tie his strong arms behind his sculpted back with thick dark rope. “Do not resist arrest!”
Before long, the knots were secure and Alhaitham could fight back no more. Without hesitation, they aggressively began dragging him away by his elbows unrelentingly. “I’LL COME BACK FOR YOU MY BOO THANG!!” Alhaitham screamed at Kaveh desperately as the distance rapidly grew between them.
“BABE, NOO!!!! DON'T TAKE HIM AWAY FROM ME!!" The architect protested, but it was to no avail. All Kaveh could do was watch from the door as his hubby wubby was stolen from him and taken farther and farther away, all heartbroken and devastated.
The course of true love never did run smooth.