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“There,” Kaveh says, patting Alhaitham’s shoulder. “That should keep you from running off.”
Alhaitham sighs and flexes his bound wrists, confirming that they don’t hurt from the rope tethering them to the back of his chair. Kaveh sounds all too pleased with the predicament he’s devised—which, based on past experiences, is a strong indicator that Alhaitham has absolutely no chance of predicting what his plans are.
“It doesn’t hurt, does it?” Kaveh checks, and Alhaitham shakes his head, idly running his thumb along the clicker held in his hand. “Good. I’m not trying to hurt you, after all.” He hooks a finger in the ropes looped beneath Alhaitham’s pectorals and tugs. “It’s just, you were wriggling around so much that I wouldn’t have been able to collect the samples properly, and it was already hard enough to catch you the first time. I can’t risk letting you get away.”
Alhaitham rolls his eyes. Kaveh didn’t catch him, nor did he struggle at all while Kaveh was tying him up; this is just Kaveh flexing his acting muscles now that they’re ready to start the scene.
And normally Alhaitham would snark about how Kaveh must be slacking on his strength training, if he thinks that tying up such a compliant subject is a challenge—but currently Alhaitham can’t say much of anything, because Kaveh has very thoughtfully strapped a ring gag onto his mouth. He settles for grunting in annoyance and fixing Kaveh with an unimpressed look instead.
“Hm?” Kaveh’s brow furrows. “What was that sound? Fungi don’t talk, so I know that couldn’t have been you. I guess it was a bird or something. There are plenty of those in the jungle.”
Right. Because they’re in the jungle right now—which just happens to look suspiciously like the guest room of their house in Sumeru City—and Alhaitham is, of course, a fungus that Kaveh caught in the wild.
A very sexy fungus, Kaveh had assured him a few minutes ago, as he snickered and looped rope around Alhaitham’s midsection and legs to bind him to the chair.
It would be unfair, however, to say it’s entirely Kaveh’s fault that Alhaitham is presently dressed up as a very sexy fungus—because Kaveh obviously could not have done so if Alhaitham hadn’t carelessly bought the outfit in the first place.
Although the two of them no longer genuinely argue over such things, it’s become a running joke that every once in a while, Alhaitham will bring home a surprise purchase that Kaveh considers to be absolutely horrendous. Usually the offending item is some sort of decoration or knickknack that is proudly displayed for however many days it takes for Kaveh to cherubically ask Alhaitham what sort of punishment he’d like—but this time, Alhaitham brought home a sexy fungus costume.
When Alhaitham spotted the thing while browsing at the underground marketplace below Menakeri’s, he was instantly reminded of a joke Kaveh once made when the two of them were shopping there and saw some whopperflower-themed lingerie on display: Hoping to see your senior dress up as a scantily-clad fungus? Do you think they sell hats? Naturally, upon coming across an actual ‘scantily-clad fungus’ costume, Alhaitham was incredibly amused and bought the outfit on the spot. He’d figured that Kaveh would have a good laugh at the reference, and then the two of them could alter the outfit to look like ordinary lingerie so that it wouldn’t be a complete waste.
Alhaitham committed one small error, though, when presenting his abhorrent purchase to Kaveh: he joked that between the two of them, Kaveh would make a more convincing fungus.
“What—you!” Kaveh had squawked. “What’s that supposed to mean? And what would a sexual roleplay involving a fungus even look like? What sexy things can you do with a fungus?! All they do is bounce around and get…”
And then Kaveh’s eyes lit up, and Alhaitham realized that he’d just gotten himself into trouble.
“Oh, I know exactly what we’ll do,” Kaveh said, with a sly smile. “Just one small correction: you, my darling junior, will be the one starring as our sexy fungus.”
Indeed, Alhaitham is now a sexy fungus. The outer part of his outfit—the main “costume” part—consists of a short skirt and a brassiere, both ludicrously designed to mimic a grounded hydroshroom’s appearance. The skirt is divided like an actual hydroshroom’s collar, with a white layer on top that fades into a light blue hem, and a fluffier dark layer beneath it that makes the skirt flare out. Meanwhile, the brassiere is unsettlingly reminiscent of a hydroshroom’s eyes, consisting of light blue trim running along the top of cups that are pale yellow bordered by orange. The blue trim is then connected to the straps of the brassiere, which are dyed the same color and attached to a white choker that fits comfortably around Alhaitham’s neck.
Worse, the outfit came with three other accessories: detached sleeves that resemble a hydroshroom’s ears, a ridiculous hat that looks like something a fairytale witch might wear, and an entirely unnecessary tail that can be clipped onto the skirt. And while Kaveh fortunately agreed with Alhaitham that the tail could be omitted—on the basis that it would get in the way and cause an inconvenience—he wasn’t so merciful when it came to the other two accessories. The long flared sleeves are looped snugly around Alhaitham’s biceps, and the stupid hat now sits precariously atop his head, threatening to fall at any second.
And, of course, if it does fall, Kaveh will likely retrieve the accursed thing and instantly return it to its rightful place on Alhaitham’s head. There is no escape from the ridiculous fungus hat.
But Kaveh wouldn’t be completely satisfied unless the outfit contained a bit more underneath, too—so Alhaitham is also wearing a white lacy garter belt that peeks out from the waist of his skirt, and garter straps hooked to white thigh-high stockings, and a matching lacy thong that barely contains his dick. Obviously. He can’t just be an indecent fungus, after all. He has to be a sexy one.
(Regarding the choice of tights and garter straps, Alhaitham had pointed out that a hydroshroom’s legs are blue, not white, meaning that Kaveh’s choice of lingerie had rendered Alhaitham’s costume inaccurate—to which Kaveh replied, Yes, but we don’t own blue ones, and these still match the color scheme. Also, white stockings are sexier.)
“Now,” Kaveh says, gathering his hair back in a high ponytail. Unlike Alhaitham, he’s simply wearing plain trousers and a button-up shirt. “I need to do a quick inspection first, to make sure you’re healthy enough for me to obtain a sample. This shouldn’t hurt—you’ll just need to hold still for a bit.”
Oh, and here I was thinking I’d take a stroll while strapped to a chair like this, Alhaitham wants to retort—but all he can do is nod as his mouth fills with saliva.
Kaveh grabs at Alhaitham’s shoulders in a clinical manner, lightly squeezing them the same way he might test a persimmon for ripeness. “Firm,” he murmurs, then trails his palms down Alhaitham’s sides, over the band of the brassiere and the ropes beneath it. He pauses when he reaches Alhaitham’s exposed abdomen, and prods at the bare skin above the garter belt with that same businesslike affectation. “Mm, also firm. Good.”
His hands move lower, giving Alhaitham’s waist a squeeze, and lower still, groping his thighs. Kaveh lingers there far longer than necessary, crouching on the ground to rub his hands up and down Alhaitham’s legs with an appreciative hum. (It strikes Alhaitham as rather unprofessional to feel up a fungus like this, however sexy that fungus may allegedly be—but, well, he’s in no position to argue or complain right now.)
Kaveh’s fingers wander to the sensitive skin of Alhaitham’s inner thighs, stroking back and forth lightly, and then his fingertips casually slip under the hem of Alhaitham’s skirt, straying far too close to the lacy thong underneath. Alhaitham tenses his legs with a sharp intake of breath, struggling to hold still as Kaveh teases him.
“Oh?” Kaveh digs his fingers into the meat of Alhaitham’s thighs. “I felt those thighs tense, just now. Well-developed muscles in the legs, it seems—I’m lucky you didn’t land a kick on me when we were tussling earlier.” He rubs his thumbs dangerously high one last time, then blessedly withdraws his hands and gets to his feet. “And I didn’t notice any weak spots or structural issues, besides…” Kaveh reaches down and grabs Alhaitham’s chest with both hands, squeezing the plush fat of the relaxed muscles. “You’re a bit soft here. But I gather that isn’t unusual, for a specimen with your strength.”
Alhaitham’s mouth chooses that moment to reach its maximum capacity of saliva, and a thick string of drool drips onto his chest.
Kaveh utters a surprised (disingenuous) oh. “A bit of a slimy fungus, hm?” He cups his hand beneath Alhaitham’s mouth, and Alhaitham starts to tilt his chin upward—only to feel the stupid hat on his head waver, forcing him to lower his face again. Another string of drool falls right into Kaveh’s palm, and Alhaitham shuts his eyes in embarrassment. “That’s a good sign, I think,” Kaveh says. “It means you’re hydrated. If a fungus gets too dry, I don’t think a sample can be produced.”
He brusquely wipes his hand off on Alhaitham’s bare shoulder, then turns to regard a folding table covered with miscellaneous supplies.
Alhaitham’s face burns. Kaveh just used his body like a towel, even though the obvious choice would have been to dry his hand with Alhaitham’s skirt. It’s more than a little degrading, and especially with the way Kaveh is talking, Alhaitham feels a bit…subhuman. Closer to an inanimate object than a conscious lifeform—something meant to be studied and then set aside.
Kaveh wants Alhaitham to feel as if any pleasure he receives is incidental, entirely unintended, and that breed of erotic indifference lights up a well-trained part of Alhaitham’s mind: the part that enjoys being a brainless whore, so desperate to get off that it finds pleasure in places it isn’t meant to.
Drool gathers on Alhaitham’s lower lip again, and he tries to lean forward so that it will land on the floor—but his bindings prevent him from moving that far, and his spit lands on the seat between his thighs instead.
Ugh. If drool keeps pooling there, it will eventually reach his thighs or ass, uncomfortably wet between his skin and the chair…and Kaveh won’t care at all. He’ll just leave Alhaitham to endure that sensation, because why would a slimy little fungus mind soaking in its own spit?
The thought is frustratingly arousing, and Alhaitham’s dick stiffens, straining against the lacy scrap of underwear it’s been crammed into.
“Oh, wow!” Kaveh says, and Alhaitham ducks his head in shame, depositing more drool onto his seat. “Is that…?” He crouches in front of Alhaitham, putting himself eye-level with his crotch. “Hm, strange. I thought I read that fungi can’t be activated without electro, and yet…”
He reaches out and runs a fingertip along the clothed shaft of Alhaitham’s cock, and Alhaitham flinches, his breath hitching. Kaveh proceeds to prod and squeeze his dick until he’s fully hard, aching for proper stimulation—and although Alhaitham would like to tell Kaveh to knock it off, all he can do is drool stupidly onto Kaveh’s wrist.
Kaveh wipes his wrist on Alhaitham’s thigh, ignoring the growing pool of spit between his legs, and stands back up. “Fascinating. I wonder if it’s the heat? I know pyro can increase a fungus’s strength, although I wouldn’t think that this climate could have that sort of effect.” He heaves a dramatic sigh and tugs at the collar of his shirt. “Ugh, it is unbearably warm, though. Maybe I’ll just…”
He reaches down and undoes the top two buttons of his shirt, revealing a tantalizing sliver of tan skin and bronze hair. He stops after that, fanning himself with his shirt a few times—and then shakes his head and unbuttons it the rest of the way, letting the shirt fall open completely.
“Better,” Kaveh comments, rolling up his sleeves, and Alhaitham stares helplessly at his unveiled torso, wishing he could grab, kiss, lick, something—anything besides just drooling and gawking like a dumb little fungus. “Although, no one else is here, so I might as well…”
Alhaitham holds back a groan as Kaveh unbuttons his trousers and peels them down his legs, revealing a tiny, absurdly tight black thong underneath.
Despicable. Clad in only a loose shirt and skimpy underwear—Kaveh knows exactly what effect that image will have on him. Like a reflex, Alhaitham’s cock starts leaking precum, forming a noticeably damp spot in the front of his underwear.
“Alright.” Kaveh grabs a pen and spiral notepad from his table. “I just need to take a few preliminary notes…” He taps the pen against his lips. “First—what’s your color?”
Alhaitham clicks once for ‘green’. Kaveh nods and jots down a few notes, humming to himself as if his note-taking actually requires any thought. As he does, he makes no move to hide the fact that his cock is undeniably hard, bulging obscenely in the tiny thong; he simply lets that fat package jut out below the hem of his shirt, taunting Alhaitham with something he can’t have.
Then Kaveh kneels in front of Alhaitham and leans close, almost as if he’s going to suck him off. “Lots of moisture here,” he comments, gesturing toward the pool of spit with his pen. “I suppose that’s from…?” He glances up at Alhaitham’s open mouth, where another deposit of drool is poised to fall. “Oh, yes. That makes sense.”
Kaveh reaches up and holds the notepad right below Alhaitham’s face just as the spit slips from his lips, forcing him to watch his drool soak the page and smear the ink writing: Healthy and strong fungus. Appears to be male. It’s been a very good boy so far.
A thrill shivers through Alhaitham. It’s been a very good boy. Kaveh knew what he was doing when he wrote that.
Kaveh returns his attention to Alhaitham’s erection. “That really is odd, though, for it to already seem…” He flips Alhaitham’s skirt up the whole way, exposing him completely, and prods at the lacy pouch of his underwear. “Huh. There’s a damp spot here. Some sort of secretion?” He grabs the string of the thong and tugs it down, causing Alhaitham’s visibly-leaking cock to spring free. “Oh! Oh, my. That’s…”
He tucks the lace beneath Alhaitham’s cock, keeping it exposed, then scrawls a few more notes on his notepad. Even reading upside-down, Alhaitham can easily make out what it says: This hydroshroom is a very big boy.
Alhaitham’s cheeks grow impossibly hotter.
Kaveh hums to himself again. “I wonder—this probably isn’t a good idea, but, well, sometimes research requires unconventional approaches, right?”
He reaches out and runs his fingertip over the slick head of Alhaitham’s cock, gathering up precum, then brings that finger to his mouth and licks.
“Oh, that tastes good.” Kaveh swipes more precum onto his finger and sucks it clean, with an exaggerated hum that sounds suspiciously similar to a moan. “Mm, it’s just so…”
He leans closer and runs his tongue up the flushed shaft of Alhaitham’s cock, and Alhaitham’s hips twitch in surprise. Usually he enjoys being on the receiving end of Kaveh’s mouth, but…ugh, not like this.
“So good,” Kaveh says, wetting his lips. He flicks his tongue against Alhaitham’s cockhead in little teasing licks, almost like a cat lapping up milk, and Alhaitham inhales shakily. “I think I might just—”
Suddenly he opens his mouth and takes Alhaitham’s cock inside, sucking and massaging it with his tongue. Alhaitham tenses and grunts, but Kaveh pays him no mind; he simply grabs onto Alhaitham’s thighs as an anchor and starts bobbing his head, the veins of his forearms on full display as he does.
Kaveh is—objectively, in this moment, in the colloquial sense of the term—an asshole.
In other words: he’s mean, rude, and annoying. He wore his hair in that ponytail knowing that Alhaitham would want to grab it and pull. He rolled up his sleeves so that Alhaitham would see the muscles of his arms tense as he holds down Alhaitham’s thighs. He tied Alhaitham’s feet to the chair to prevent him from hooking his legs around him. He’s forcing Alhaitham to hold still while he teases him, gagging him so that he can’t snark or complain, and sustaining an utterly ridiculous monologue while he drags this out and drives Alhaitham insane.
Focused on retaining his sanity, Alhaitham nearly forgets that Kaveh is positioned directly below his mouth—until another dribble of spit falls right onto the top of Kaveh’s head.
Kaveh pauses in his noisy sucking, and Alhaitham cringes. “Hm…” Kaveh pops his mouth off Alhaitham’s cock and reaches up to feel his hair. “Did something—oh!” He glances up at Alhaitham. “That’s right. You’re quite the slimy little thing.”
Alhaitham’s cock stupidly twitches at the words, and his brow pinches in a scowl. He can’t believe he’s getting off on being called a slimy fungus. It’s true that he gets aroused by basically anything Kaveh does, but this is a new low even for him.
“Now I’m curious,” Kaveh says, sitting up on his knees. He runs his thumb below Alhaitham’s lower lip, and Alhaitham sucks in a breath, feeling his mouth on the verge of overflowing yet again. “Does this secretion taste the same as the other one?”
Oh, no. Fuck. Not this.
Kaveh leans closer, opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue, and Alhaitham’s instincts belatedly kick in, urging him to move away—but Kaveh is half a second faster, grabbing Alhaitham’s chin just as he starts to jerk back. The firm hold puts Alhaitham’s gagged mouth right above Kaveh’s tongue, leaving Alhaitham no choice but to stare down at him in shame as drool slips from his lips and lands in Kaveh’s mouth.
Foul. Kaveh is foul. He knows Alhaitham doesn’t like inflicting that sort of thing on him. Even when Alhaitham is dominating, his sadistic streak doesn’t rival Kaveh’s, and that’s doubly true whenever Alhaitham is the one submitting. When he’s the submissive partner, the idea of degrading Kaveh is absolutely inconceivable. Making a mess on him feels filthy, bad, wrong. A good junior swallows every drop of his senior’s cum; a good pet licks its owner’s skin clean. It doesn’t spit in his mouth like an unruly beast.
Kaveh swallows, and a shudder runs through Alhaitham. Kaveh is still holding his chin in place as saliva continues to pool on his bottom lip, threatening to fall again. “Hm. That didn’t really taste like anything,” he says. “Maybe a bigger…?”
Move, Alhaitham silently urges, eyes wide with desperation. Kaveh needs to move his damn face out of the way, before—
And as Kaveh contemplates, a string of drool oozes onto his cheek and slides down his jaw.
Alhaitham whimpers. Already, he’s whimpering. How long is Kaveh going to humiliate him like this?
Kaveh scrubs the heel of his hand over the wet streak on his face, then wipes it off on Alhaitham’s shoulder. “No worries—I’m not upset. I know you can’t help it. Mm, I just want to make sure I don’t fail to document anything.”
He opens his mouth wider, his strong grip pinning Alhaitham as the next cascade of drool pours from Alhaitham’s mouth and deposits itself in Kaveh’s. Kaveh practically drinks his spit straight from the tap, and Alhaitham holds back a sob of protest, because he hates this, he absolutely hates this. He can’t help that he’s a drooling dumb little thing, so why does Kaveh have to make him feel even more powerless, forcing him to drip his slimy spit down Kaveh’s throat?
Finally, Kaveh hums and releases Alhaitham’s chin, sitting back on his heels. Alhaitham wrenches his head to the side, panting for breath, dribbling more drool onto himself. “It really doesn’t taste anything like those other secretions,” Kaveh observes. “Hm. After you’re activated, I think I’ll take a sample of this secretion for further testing. Maybe the process of activation will alter its chemical composition and properties.”
Alhaitham squeezes his eyes shut, still keeping his face turned away. Shame burns in his blood, and that blood rushes straight to his stupid cock, the swollen thing twitching with glee at Kaveh’s sadistic treatment.
He hears Kaveh’s pen scribbling as Kaveh narrates: “Fungus…produces two types of secretions in the unactivated state. It seems to show signs of activation in the absence of electro—perhaps a defense mechanism that deters predators from attacking by tricking them into thinking that the fungus is activated. Secretions vary in flavor from bland to—mm, almost seminal. And finally…” Suddenly the pen taps against Alhaitham’s collarbone, startling him. “What’s your color?”
Alhaitham sourly clicks once, stubbornly avoiding Kaveh’s eyes.
“Alright,” Kaveh says, jotting down a few final notes. “Now for the activation.”
He absurdly tucks the notepad and pen into the band of his thong as if it’s a pocket, then reaches for Alhaitham’s face and carefully undoes the gag. He doesn’t provide any pseudoscientific reasons for doing so, and Alhaitham figures that’s because this isn’t part of the roleplay; in all likelihood, it’s simply because Kaveh wants to give Alhaitham the option of verbal safewords.
Alhaitham clamps his mouth shut in relief, and Kaveh lightly grabs his face with both hands, massaging Alhaitham’s jaw with his thumbs. After a few blissful moments of respite, Kaveh delivers a brusque pat to Alhaitham’s cheek, sets the gag aside, and retrieves the pen and notepad from his underwear. Turning to a new page, Kaveh writes something in slow, clear strokes, then flips the paper upright and holds it up for Alhaitham to read: Use verbal safewords if you need to.
His handwriting looks strange, and it takes Alhaitham a moment to realize why: in order for the message to be readable when Kaveh flipped the paper up, he would have had to write upside-down.
(And why exactly would Kaveh do something like that? Ugh, Alhaitham knows the answer to that question—it’s because Kaveh didn’t want to break character by saying the sentence out loud. The man is utterly absurd, sometimes, though in this case Alhaitham is begrudgingly impressed by his commitment to the role he’s playing.)
Alhaitham clicks once to show that he understands. With a curt nod, Kaveh turns to the table and opens up a case with various wires and tools inside. “I can’t collect the samples I need unless you’re activated,” Kaveh says, “so I’ll need to use this electro device on you. Fortunately fungi don’t have pain receptors, though, so this shouldn’t hurt at all.”
Oh, but Alhaitham absolutely has pain receptors—and this is the part he’s been waiting for.
He tries not to appear too eager as Kaveh lifts a variety of loops, pads, and wires from the case, followed by a familiar box with an interface of knobs and switches. It looks a bit like a larger version of Alhaitham’s music player, if he squints—but this device has next to nothing in common with it, aside from a few vaguely similar mechanisms.
Kaveh kneels in front of him with a charming smile. “Just hold still for a moment,” he says.
As if Alhaitham can do anything else, when he’s all tied up like this. He placidly watches Kaveh’s slender fingers apply gel to the flushed shaft of his dick, each movement delicate and precise. Then Kaveh fits two conductive rings onto Alhaitham’s cock, one positioned just below the head and the other looped around the base, which he connects to the control box with a shared wire. He finishes by pressing a small adhesive pad to the bottom of Alhaitham’s balls, and Alhaitham’s thighs tense in anticipation—because, fuck, that means Kaveh is planning to make this hurt.
And yet, Kaveh’s hands move so gently as he prepares everything, his touch deceptively sweet considering what comes next.
“Ready?” Kaveh asks.
Alhaitham clicks once, and Kaveh switches on the control box, setting the current to a slow pulse.
And that’s about the only thing he does slowly. Having started the device, Kaveh immediately pinches the knob connected to Alhaitham’s cock and twists it to the right, cranking up the channel to a nastily high setting.
Alhaitham flinches and sucks in a pained breath. Ha. This device was originally created for pleasure and pain relief, but of course Kaveh figured out how to make it hurt instead. Alhaitham would expect nothing less from his innovative senior.
Kaveh swiftly turns the knob back down, and the next few pulses bring a warm tingle of pleasure, letting arousal bloom between Alhaitham’s legs. His voice hums with a quiet moan, and he arches his back eagerly—so of course Kaveh immediately twists the knob to the right again, and Alhaitham feels a painful jab in his cock, the electro biting at his sensitive shaft.
Air hisses from his nose, his breathing heavy with strain as he tries to stay quiet. Kaveh hums to himself and jots down a note, studying how Alhaitham’s cock bobs and stands up straight as it’s jolted by electro.
The burning pain melts into arousal, and Alhaitham squirms against his bindings. Kaveh’s face looks so pretty peering up at his flushed cock: the sharp jut of his cheekbones, the stray golden hairs framing his face, his soft lips with that pen idly pressed against them…Alhaitham’s eyes peacefully drift shut, holding an imprint of that tempting image beneath his eyelids.
A sharp pain zaps his scrotum, and Alhaitham gasps, eyes flying open. Shit, he completely forgot about the pad down there—but clearly Kaveh didn’t, since—
Another pulse of pain pinches Alhaitham’s balls, and he bites back a whimper. Oh, fuck, that was one was bad. His muscles tense and shake, fighting to withstand a pain that can’t be escaped and refuses to abate.
In theory, Alhaitham could let himself be loud and start vocalizing his pain. But he knows that Kaveh enjoys watching him visibly struggle to keep his voice down, determined to suffer for his senior…and Alhaitham likes that challenge, too. He likes knowing that the sight of his endurance turns Kaveh on, so he’s more than happy to indulge that particular interest of Kaveh’s.
The pulsing speeds up, an unyielding pain throbbing in Alhaitham’s cock and balls, and he wheezes, gritting his teeth and bowing his head. As he buckles, the accursed hat finally slips off his hair, tumbling pitifully onto the floor at his feet.
“Oh, that’s right,” Kaveh says. He plucks the hat off the ground and sets it aside. “I’ve heard that fungi sometimes shed their caps during activation. I hope you don’t mind if I keep this for examination?”
Alhaitham doesn’t have the mental capacity to really mind anything, anymore; he can barely think right now. He’s tingling and hurting and falling and floating, fighting just to keep his eyes open as his vision blurs and glazes over.
Pain isn’t supposed to feel good. It’s supposed to feel bad. But maybe Alhaitham’s brain has been conditioned to crave anything Kaveh gives it, because in times like this, all he can think is that he wants more, harder, crueller, worse.
This hurts—but it feels so good that it doesn’t really hurt, not in the way that it should.
Fuck. Another spike of pain jolts Alhaitham’s cock, and he clenches his jaw. It’s pain, it’s pain…and yet, his mind says that’s the same as pleasure. A prick of pleasure, a spike of pleasure, a bite of pleasure, a jab of—
Pain. And pleasure, pain, pleasure and pain. Alhaitham groans and hazily peers through his bangs at Kaveh, who’s still pretending to indifferently take notes while Alhaitham’s cock gets tortured.
Except Kaveh isn’t indifferent, not in the slightest. There’s a sharp gleam in his eye whenever he looks up to watch Alhaitham, a clear glimmer of interest that he can’t completely hide—because despite what the world outside this bedroom might assume, Kaveh loves this. He likes to see Alhaitham flinch and squirm, and he gets off on the sound of Alhaitham struggling to hold back his voice, dangled on the verge of being overcome.
Kaveh likes seeing Alhaitham respond to pain, and that fact turns Alhaitham on just as much as the pain itself.
The worst pain yet wrings his sack, and a pained cry bursts from Alhaitham’s lips, his face twisting in a mixture of ecstasy and agony. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts—and there’s a slight curve to Kaveh’s lips as he watches Alhaitham wince, a silent display of delight that spins Alhaitham’s head in circles. The pain still doesn’t let up; it continues to hurt, and Kaveh simply sits there and holds back a smile while Alhaitham writhes and gasps, pouring all his strength into enduring the punishment. He’s entirely at Kaveh’s mercy, and Kaveh is merely observing, calmly refusing to lift a finger, leaving Alhaitham to fend for himself.
And Alhaitham can’t hold his voice back any longer. The pain is too much, and his cock twitches and throbs torturously, so overwhelmingly hard that he feels like he might burst. He whimpers from pleasure and pain in turn, nearly sobbing with tears stinging his eyes, and his throat hums with quiet moans, a shamefully obvious sign that he’s turned on by this torment.
He floats and chokes on almost-sobs, drenched in pain that is too much, too good, until Kaveh’s voice finally interrupts the trance.
“That should do it,” Kaveh says, setting aside his pen and notepad.
He quickly turns the knobs down, then switches off the machine and carefully removes the adhesive pad and conductive rings from Alhaitham’s twitching cock. Alhaitham moans weakly, biting his tongue as he struggles not to orgasm from Kaveh’s faint touch.
“You’re alright?” Kaveh asks, and Alhaitham clicks once, nodding. “I’m not done yet, you know.”
Alhaitham nods again, watching as Kaveh grabs a bottle of water from the table and unscrews the lid.
“You’re looking a little dry,” Kaveh quips, holding the mouth of the bottle to Alhaitham’s lips. “Drink up, my little fungus.”
The phrase makes Alhaitham’s cheeks burn as he sips at the water. He hopes Kaveh isn’t going to start routinely using that as a pet name.
Once Alhaitham is done slaking his thirst, Kaveh sets aside the bottle and crouches in front of the chair, undoing the ropes around Alhaitham’s ankles. “Don’t go anywhere,” he says, tapping Alhaitham’s calf. “I still need to collect my samples.”
Alhaitham sits still while Kaveh moves behind the chair and starts untying those bindings as well. He feels a bit dazed from the electrostimulation, drunk on the feeling of pleasure and pain; he doesn’t think he could be bothered to fight back or flee even if he wanted to.
And he certainly doesn’t want that. He likes letting Kaveh play with him like this, likes the feeling of floating in a river as Kaveh’s current pulls him along. Sometimes that current is gentle, and other times it’s an eddy that spins him around and tosses him to and fro—but however dizzying the ride, Kaveh never drags Alhaitham under, never lets him crash against the rocks. He knows when a lull is needed for Alhaitham to catch his breath, and slows the journey after each rush to ensure that Alhaitham safely lands ashore.
The last loop of rope falls from Alhaitham’s arms, and all his limbs are free. He lets his arms fall to his side, rolling his shoulders and wondering if Kaveh really plans to leave his fungus unrestrained while collecting its samples.
Kaveh spends a minute or two massaging Alhaitham’s ankles and wrists, carefully checking each joint for pain or discomfort and asking Alhaitham to confirm. Satisfied with Alhaitham’s answering clicks, he nods and retrieves a small glass beaker from his table.
“Let’s get the easier sample first,” Kaveh says.
He grabs Alhaitham’s chin and holds his mouth over the container, pressing a firm thumb against his bottom row of teeth to pry his jaw open. Alhaitham obediently parts his lips, and Kaveh’s hand returns to grip his chin, keeping Alhaitham in place as his saliva streams into the beaker.
“Alright,” Kaveh eventually says, setting the beaker on the table. “Up, up. Let’s get you positioned for this next part.”
Hooking his arms underneath Alhaitham’s, he hauls him to his feet. Alhaitham immediately slumps against him, nothing but a dazed little fungus, and Kaveh lets out an amused humph, holding Alhaitham’s waist to support him.
“You’re still alright with continuing?” Kaveh asks, and Alhaitham clicks once. “Mm…” One of Kaveh’s hands drifts lower to graze the outline of Alhaitham’s cock, still jutting against his skirt with the thong tucked below it, and Alhaitham whimpers at the light touch. “Oh? You’re really sensitive there. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with it.” He shifts his hand farther back and squeezes Alhaitham’s ass. “Come on. Just a few steps this way.”
Still holding onto Alhaitham, Kaveh moves toward the bed, and Alhaitham hears the chair sliding along the floor alongside the two of them. He fuzzily watches as Kaveh uses his foot to nudge the chair toward the bed, until its back is braced against the edge of the mattress with the seat of the chair facing outward.
“Alright,” Kaveh says, grabbing Alhaitham by the arms and guiding him toward the chair. “Have a seat facing the…uh…giant boulder, there.”
Alhaitham miraculously manages to refrain from laughing at that.
Kaveh eases Alhaitham onto the seat so that he’s straddling it, his chest pressed to the back and his ass sticking off the edge. “Good boy,” Kaveh says. He pets Alhaitham’s hair and tucks a few wayward strands behind his ears. “Such a cute little fungus.”
Alhaitham’s face burns hot, and hotter, nearly enough to convince him that he really is in the jungle. He ducks his head to hide his flushed cheeks, though he knows that won’t do any good when his bright red ears can give him away.
Sure enough, Kaveh coos and pinches one of Alhaitham’s ears between his fingers, wiggling it. “Oh, this part glows, I see. I wonder if that’s a side effect of the activation? I noticed that other part of you was flushed, too.”
Alhaitham’s cock throbs shamefully at the teasing, and he closes his eyes, listening to the momentary retreat of Kaveh’s footsteps.
“Sorry about this,” Kaveh says, returning a few seconds later—and then he’s back to manhandling Alhaitham’s limbs, expertly tying his ankles to the legs of the chair. “I don’t want you to move around too much during this part. You might end up hurting yourself.” Alhaitham’s calves are restrained next, followed by Kaveh binding his thighs to the seat. Finished securing Alhaitham’s lower half, Kaveh gently takes Alhaitham’s arms and maneuvers them behind his back. “Does this feel okay?”
Alhaitham replies with a click, and Kaveh proceeds to bind both wrists behind his back, taking care to ensure that Alhaitham retains use of the clicker.
“There,” Kaveh says, finally. “That should help you hold still.”
Apparently he’s not quite done, though, because then his hands reach around to pry Alhaitham’s jaw open, and the gag returns to Alhaitham’s mouth, guaranteeing that he’ll be stuck drooling dumbly onto the bed.
And Alhaitham likes that—likes being a trussed-up, mindless little fungus, unable to say or do anything, reduced to an object for Kaveh to observe.
Suddenly Kaveh flips Alhaitham’s skirt up, exposing his scantily-clad ass. A rush of arousal swoops through Alhaitham, and every part of him desperately aches for Kaveh’s touch. He craves being grabbed, pushed, pinched, prodded; he wants Kaveh’s hands to examine him and leave their mark, branding Alhaitham with a blissfully empty feeling.
“Alright, let’s see,” Kaveh says. “If I remember correctly, electro activates the fungus, but in order to produce a sample…ah, damn it, where are my notes? I remember something about ‘stimulating the rear’, but is that supposed to be internal or external?” He sighs. “Well, I suppose I’ll start with the less invasive option, first.”
Sudden pain cracks against Alhaitham’s ass, and he comes with a choked moan, hips jerking helplessly from the abrupt sting of a paddle.
Kaveh hums thoughtfully, his hand roughly rubbing Alhaitham’s stinging ass, and Alhaitham’s cock twitches from the stimulation, spurting a few final drops. “Maybe I should have started with a lighter impact? The fungus seemed to respond well to this intensity, though…”
Alhaitham gasps and moans again, shivering in disbelief. He came from one single strike of a paddle. One. Kaveh’s little fungus has so little self-control that it spilled its samples everywhere after just one smack.
“Hm?” Kaveh moves to stand beside the chair, leaning down to peer at Alhaitham’s face. Alhaitham avoids his eyes and stares straight ahead, drool dripping from his lips as he breathes heavily through his nose. “Wait,” Kaveh says. “Did you—you just—uh…”
Alhaitham’s cheeks burn furiously. He did. His eager prick shot its load before Kaveh could even get started, and now the back of the chair is covered in the cum that Kaveh wanted to collect.
“Um.” Kaveh clears his throat awkwardly. “This is…not what I, uh…I wasn’t expecting…ah…”
He’s so bewildered that he can’t even improvise properly, and if this had happened any other time, Alhaitham would be incredibly amused by Kaveh’s reaction, struggling not to snort at his confused stuttering—but in this moment, Alhaitham is too embarrassed to poke fun at his senior, and he also knows better than to laugh when he’s not yet in the clear. Kaveh isn’t going to give up on obtaining his samples just because Alhaitham came, after all; he’ll simply come up with another way to achieve his goal, and if Alhaitham misbehaves in the meantime, Kaveh will most certainly make him regret it.
Alhaitham groans and hangs his head. Normally he wouldn’t come from the very first strike of a paddle—but normally Kaveh hasn’t wound him up with electrostimulation beforehand, and normally Kaveh fucking warns him so that he can mentally prepare himself.
Kaveh likes inflicting pain, and Alhaitham likes receiving it; it’s all too easy for him to come prematurely if he doesn’t deliberately hold himself back.
“So…” Kaveh awkwardly clicks his tongue. “I’ll just…put this away, then…” He clears his throat again, and then Alhaitham hears the sound of pages being flipped. “Ah, I found my notes. It was supposed to be internal stimulation.” His pen quietly scratches against the paper. “Note to self…external stimulation via impact is too intense for the hydroshroom, and will cause it to prematurely eject its secretions.”
Alhaitham’s entire body heats with humiliation. Kaveh makes it sound like an orgasm is something that Alhaitham couldn’t possibly control, under any circumstances—as if getting spanked once and then ejaculating is simply what Alhaitham does, and he’s powerless to prevent that response. A helpless, unintelligent creature, one that can only bounce and drool and come.
His head spins giddily at the thought. This is where he likes to be: floating and unthinking, entirely relying on Kaveh’s direction.
“Sorry about that,” Kaveh says, patting Alhaitham’s shoulder. “Obviously I don’t blame you for spilling the sample—it’s my fault for overstimulating you. I didn’t realize fungi were so sensitive.”
Mm…that’s right. It’s not Alhaitham’s fault. He’s just a silly little fungus, so Kaveh won’t punish him for this.
(Usually Kaveh would punish him for this.)
“Oh, let me collect more from here,” Kaveh says, and a moment later he holds the beaker below Alhaitham’s lips to catch another secretion of drool. Alhaitham closes his eyes in shame, his cock somehow stirred to attention by the treatment. “Good. Okay, now for the internal stimulation…”
Kaveh hooks two fingers under the string of Alhaitham’s underwear and tugs it down his ass, exposing his hole. Alhaitham hears Kaveh unscrew the lid of a jar, and then he’s shocked by the sensation of a cold, slick finger trailing along the crease of his ass, causing him to flinch.
Kaveh responds with a soothing shh. Judging by the direction of his voice, he’s now kneeling on the ground behind Alhaitham. “There, there,” Kaveh says. He grazes Alhaitham’s entrance with his fingertip and gently circles it. “You can relax. This won’t hurt.”
A fungus wouldn’t be able to understand his words, though—just the soothing tone, calming but confusing. Alhaitham sinks into that uncomprehending headspace, with a puddle of drool now forming on the bedsheets beneath his agape mouth.
Kaveh dips his finger inside ever so slightly. “Is the lubricant too cold? I didn’t think the temperature would bother you, but maybe I should have warmed it up first.” He prods more insistently, and his finger easily slips into Alhaitham’s ass. “Oh,” Kaveh says, laughing. “It sucked my finger right in. Eager thing, aren’t you?”
Alhaitham shivers. He can feel himself getting hard again, cock all too keen to give Kaveh more samples.
“Good boy,” Kaveh murmurs, his finger grazing Alhaitham’s prostate. “Does that feel nice?”
Alhaitham moans, squirming his hips as much as the restraints will allow. Good, it feels good—but his mouth can’t make words to tell Kaveh that. It can only make a puddle of drool. That’s what dumb little hydroshrooms do.
“Yes?” Kaveh says, and Alhaitham moans again. “Aw, you seem to be enjoying yourself.” He rubs the spot more firmly, and heat mounts below Alhaitham’s hips, radiating throughout his body. “There we go. Do you want something bigger? My notes say that inserting a larger diameter can be more effective at encouraging production of a sample.”
What? Alhaitham can’t be bothered to figure out what those words mean. Except ‘something bigger’—that sounds nice. He moans and shamelessly wiggles his ass, urging Kaveh to give him that bigger thing.
“Ah…” Kaveh pushes his finger farther inside, until the bottom knuckle bumps against Alhaitham’s rim. “My fingers don’t go very deep, though. And…” He adds a second finger to the first, and Alhaitham hums blissfully at the feeling. “This circumference isn’t ideal. But I forgot to pack tools for this part, so I’m not sure what else I could…hm. Well, I could try…but, I don’t know, that seems rather…”
Kaveh keeps wasting time talking when he should be filling Alhaitham’s hole. What is he even saying? Sounds useless. Words can’t fill Alhaitham. Words aren’t something bigger.
“Ugh,” Kaveh says, pulling out his fingers. Alhaitham whines in disappointment, his hole clamping down on empty air. “I hate to do this, but I don’t see any other options. It’s just a matter of practicality.” He sighs. “I’ll go slowly, and see how you respond.”
Something hot and thick presses against the rim of Alhaitham’s ass, and he groans. That, yes, that—that feels bigger. That feels like it will fill him.
Kaveh gasps. “Oh, you feel so…fuck, focus, Kaveh. This is…” He whimpers. “Strictly scien—ah—strictly scientific.” His hips bump against Alhaitham’s ass, and he pauses, his hands moving to grip Alhaitham’s thighs underneath the skirt. “Alright, my cock is all the way in. How does that feel?”
Cock. So that’s what this is. Better than the finger things Kaveh was using. And bigger. Much bigger. Alhaitham moans in encouragement, drooling happily without a single thought in his head. He doesn’t really understand why he’s being tied up and treated like this, but he doesn’t really care, either. He likes how this feels. He likes being filled with cock.
“Okay,” Kaveh says. “That sounds promising. I’ll just…”
He begins moving, the shallow thrusts of his hips pushing his cock forward, back, forward, back. The thick length fills Alhaitham perfectly, pleasantly rubbing all the right spots, and he lets out another powerless moan.
Kaveh’s thrusts pick up speed, with a noisy plap plap plap as his balls slap against Alhaitham’s ass. “Is this good?” Kaveh asks. “I don’t really know how much…” Alhaitham flexes his hole, and Kaveh moans shakily, digging his nails into Alhaitham’s bare hips. “I-I’ll just…go for another minute, and then check to see if—oh, hngh, mm, you’re so…”
What a pervert, helping himself to a defenseless fungus like this. Alhaitham is helplessly tied up with his pretty ass sticking out, skirt flipped up, thong tugged down—soaking the bed with a shiny puddle of drool, and getting his innocent little hole fucked by a degenerate scientist, trying not to stupidly spill his samples a second time—
A loud moan pours from Alhaitham’s lungs as he comes dry, clamping down on Kaveh’s cock. Waves of pleasure cascade over him, and his entire body tenses and flutters, turning his whole world fuzzy and dizzy and dumb.
“Oh, gods—” Kaveh’s thrusting halts, and his cock twitches wildly inside Alhaitham. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry—oh, fuck, I didn’t mean to—”
Kaveh carefully pulls out, and Alhaitham feels something warm and wet drip from his hole. He hums weakly, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure.
“Fuck,” Kaveh mutters. His fingers swipe through the slick mess leaking from Alhaitham, and he wipes his hand on Alhaitham’s bared ass. “Well, as long as you don’t mind…”
Oh, Alhaitham doesn’t mind at all—he’s a cum-drunk little thing, hazily wondering if the nice scientist can spill a load in his mouth next. He moans and drools onto the bed contentedly, his empty hole twitching with need.
“Alright, you don’t seem too bothered,” Kaveh decides. He moves to crouch beside the chair, peering under the tented front of Alhaitham’s skirt. “Oh, perfect. It looks like you’re about ready to produce another sample. I’ll just grab my beaker, and…”
His footsteps pad to the table again, while Alhaitham waits and drifts brainlessly.
“Oh, no,” Kaveh says. “I forgot—I already used this beaker to collect that other sample. Argh, and that was my only one! I mean, I suppose I could discard that sample…but, no, the traces might contaminate the second sample—ugh, what am I supposed to do? I can’t just leave you here and trek back to Sumeru City to get another beaker! You’d probably escape—or, worse, you might get eaten by a predator, because you’re tied up and can’t defend yourself…and if I don’t hurry and figure something out, you might prematurely spill the sample again, and I don’t know how much longer the activation state will last. Ah, damn it, what should I do?”
Heh? What is Kaveh so upset about? Well, whatever it is, it isn’t Alhaitham’s problem. He moans quietly and flexes his hole, pushing out some of the cum that Kaveh deposited in him.
Kaveh sighs. “Well, your hole certainly does a good job of holding things, but it’s not as if I can—wait! I completely forgot!” Suddenly he grabs Alhaitham’s calves and starts tugging at the ropes looped around them. “Sorry to keep flipping you back and forth like this,” Kaveh says, his fingers deftly undoing the knots. Alhaitham grunts in confusion. “If I’d known that we’d need to do it like this, I would have kept you in the position from before.”
Soon Alhaitham’s ankles and calves are free, quickly followed by his thighs and arms. He blinks hazily, mouth full of drool, head emptied of thoughts. He has no idea what Kaveh is doing; he just hopes it feels good. Alhaitham likes feeling good.
Kaveh hastily massages Alhaitham’s wrists and ankles, then leans back and pats his shoulder. “Up, up,” he says, and Alhaitham lets himself be manhandled into turning around, so that he now sits properly on the chair. Kaveh reaches up to hold Alhaitham’s face with one hand, fingers and thumb digging into his cheeks. “Color. Can you give me a color?”
Color? Mm, Alhaitham is good. So good. He clicks once, a string of drool sliding down his chin.
“Good,” Kaveh says. “Alright, let’s see…”
Oh, Kaveh is even prettier than Alhaitham remembered. A slender waist peeking out from his open shirt, two lean legs on display…and a nice big bulge in his thong. Alhaitham would open his mouth to ask for a taste, except his mouth is already open—so he moans quietly around the gag instead, impatiently wriggling his hips.
“Hold on, hold on,” Kaveh says. He sets about tying Alhaitham up again, binding his ankles to the chair legs and his wrists to the back of the chair. “Okay. Does that feel alright? One click for yes, three clicks for no.” Alhaitham answers with a single click. “Perfect. Now, you see…”
Kaveh turns around and bends forward, thrusting out his ass for Alhaitham to see. Then he shimmies his thong down to the floor and steps out of it, revealing the shiny red gem of a plug nestled between the curves of his ass.
“I forgot I was wearing this,” Kaveh says, pinching the base of the plug. It sparkles as he gives it a light tug. “I realize this is a rather unconventional way to store a sample, but—ah, sometimes conventions are the enemy of progress, so…” He teases his ass with the plug, pulling it out partway and then pushing on the gem, showing how his hole hungrily sucks it back in. “As for why I’m wearing this, ah…well, you know, in the jungle, there are…dangerous parasites, and, um…ugh! Never mind. That’s not important.”
He eases the plug out of his ass, showing how his rim is slick and stretched, then leans over Alhaitham to set the plug on the bed behind him. His stiff brown nipples loom temptingly close, almost against Alhaitham’s mouth—but instead of offering a taste, Kaveh casually reaches down and starts pumping Alhaitham’s cock with a loose fist.
Alhaitham whimpers, his hips bucking into the touch, and immediately Kaveh’s hand disappears, leaving him wanting. Alhaitham’s brow creases in desperation, and he stares up at Kaveh beseechingly, begging him to do more than that.
Kaveh ignores his silent plea, and turns back to his table of supplies. “Where did I put the lubricant…ah, there it is.” He dips his fingers into the jar, slicking them with oil, and then he bends forward and slowly slips one of them inside himself.
Alhaitham’s dick twitches eagerly at the thought of being hugged by that tight, shiny hole, wildly thrusting into its warmth—and when Kaveh slips a second finger past his rim, Alhaitham moans insistently, wishing he could shove in his leaking cock alongside those fingers.
“Goodness,” Kaveh says, “this jungle is so noisy, all of a sudden. I wonder where those sounds are coming from.”
He removes his fingers and backs up until he’s standing between Alhaitham’s bound legs, the hem of his shirt swaying above the generous curves of his ass. Squeezing the plump fat, Kaveh wiggles his hips in anticipation, and Alhaitham instinctively strains against his bindings, desperate to put his cock inside.
“Alright, let’s see…” Kaveh reaches back to hold onto Alhaitham’s thighs, steadying himself as he lowers his ass toward Alhaitham’s lap. Then, with one hand gently grasping Alhaitham’s length, he guides the tip to his hole. “Hah, this should…” Kaveh slowly slides down the whole way, until he’s seated on Alhaitham’s cock and squeezing him tight. “This should work, I think.”
Alhaitham arches his back and whines, but Kaveh pays him no mind. Still holding onto Alhaitham’s thighs for balance, he carefully lifts one leg and places it outside Alhaitham’s, then swings his other leg in the opposite position so that he’s straddling Alhaitham’s lap.
Kaveh sighs in relief. “Okay.” He moves one arm higher to grab onto Alhaitham’s shoulder behind him, and keeps his other hand braced against a thigh. “I think this position…” Kaveh tentatively lifts his hips and lowers them, the tight warmth of his hole dragging along Alhaitham’s cock. “Sh-should be alright, as long as this doesn’t take too long.”
Without further ado, Kaveh begins to bounce up and down on Alhaitham’s cock.
And Alhaitham burns with the urge to grab Kaveh’s waist and hold him—but he’s just an empty-headed hydroshroom without hands, sitting here stupidly, covered in spit. He lets out a loud moan, thighs tensed uselessly, and bucks his hips to the best of his ability.
“Ah!” Kaveh yelps, jostled by the jerk of Alhaitham’s hips. “Gods, that’s—” He grinds down and whimpers. “I—I shouldn’t be enjoying this—mm…but it feels so nice—it’s so much bigger than the plug—ah!” His next moans come out in a gasped stutter, ah, ah, ah, his voice pitched high, syrupy with need. “Wh-who knew…hydroshrooms were—hngh! So well-endowed—oh, fuck, it’s so big!”
And Alhaitham’s big cock can’t help itself: he comes with a loud moan, spilling his cum into Kaveh’s ass.
“Oh—oh, I can feel—” Kaveh whines and indulgently circles his hips, high ponytail swinging as he does. “It’s twitching, I think that—that means—” He throws his head back and moans, sending Alhaitham into a whirl of mindless arousal. “I need to…”
Kaveh moves his legs so that they’re pressed together between Alhaitham’s, then leans forward with both hands gripping Alhaitham’s thighs and continues bouncing vigorously. “Need to—make sure I—I get every drop—yes!” His shout rings in the air, obscenely loud and exaggerated. “Fuck, yes! Just like that!”
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Alhaitham doesn’t know where he is or what he’s doing—just that his prick feels good, and he feels good, and this is good, good, good. So good. He groans and drools excitedly, gaze blurry, head fuzzy.
Eventually Kaveh’s shouts dwindle to quiet hums, and his bouncing slows to a stop. He gropes around behind Alhaitham for the plug on the bed, then carefully lifts himself off Alhaitham’s cock, his legs shaking slightly.
Alhaitham whines. He likes the warmth of Kaveh’s hole. He wants to stay inside it. His cock doesn’t feel as good on its own.
Standing in front of Alhaitham, Kaveh bends over and spreads his ass, showing the glistening white dripping from his rim. Alhaitham salivates with wide eyes, longing to lick that hole clean—but instead he watches as Kaveh presses the plug back inside his ass, securing the cum inside himself.
“There!” Kaveh says, patting his ass. “The sample should be safe. And…mm, I guess that means we’re all done.” He turns to face Alhaitham with a fond smile, one of his hands gently smoothing Alhaitham’s bangs out of his eyes. “I’ll let you go now. Thank you for being so helpful.”
A plaintive sound escapes Alhaitham’s lips, and he peers up at Kaveh imploringly.
“Aw, you’re so cute.” Kaveh pets Alhaitham’s hair. “I almost want to take you home with me, but…” Alhaitham hazily nods, drool still slipping from his tongue, and Kaveh raises his eyebrows. “Yes? You’d like that? Hm…well, if you insist. I think there’s room for you at home.” He kisses Alhaitham’s cheek and removes the gag from his mouth, then crouches at his feet and starts undoing the rope bindings. “Alright, let’s get you out of these clothes, and then I’ll draw you a bath. Are you okay?”
Alhaitham nods, and tries to produce words in response—but the most he can muster is a vague mumble, so instead he answers with a press of his clicker.
“Good.” Kaveh finishes freeing Alhaitham’s limbs and hauls him to his feet. “Come on, follow me.”
Alhaitham dreamily lets himself be led to the bathroom, where Kaveh sits him on a stool and begins stripping him. He unhooks the bra and slips it from Alhaitham’s shoulders, then unfastens the skirt and slides it down his legs, and carefully sets both items on the counter. The detached sleeves are the next to go, followed by the garter belt, and finally Kaveh removes Alhaitham’s thong and peels the stockings off his legs, leaving him completely nude.
Kaveh snakes his arms around Alhaitham and kisses him softly, his lips warm and welcoming, and Alhaitham enjoys the feeling of that mouth until Kaveh eventually pulls away and says, “One moment.”
He fetches a small glass of water and a bowl of dried fruit, trading Alhaitham’s clicker for the cup and setting the bowl on the counter next to him. That done, he turns to the tub and starts drawing a bath.
Alhaitham sips at his water and nibbles at a piece of dried sunsettia, admiring both Kaveh and the bathtub. Kaveh’s shirt has ridden up while he bends over the tub, showing off the gorgeous swell of his ass—and the tub he’s filling is surrounded by tasteful mosaic tiling from when the two of them redid the bathroom a while back, brightening up the space with a personal touch.
Once the tub is full, Kaveh dips his fingers into the water and nods. “Perfect. Let’s get you in here.” He takes the empty cup of water from Alhaitham and sets it on the counter, then moves the bowl of fruit onto the corner of the tub. “In you go,” he says, wrapping an arm around Alhaitham’s waist and guiding him into the water.
Alhaitham sighs comfortably and lets his body sink below the warmth, tipping his head back to rest against the rim of the tub. The temperature pleasantly soothes the ache in his muscles, and also makes him realize how tired his limbs feel.
“How’s that?” Kaveh asks.
Alhaitham nods, then tilts his head toward Kaveh in a silent request. Smiling, Kaveh leans in and kisses him—but Alhaitham hums, dissatisfied, and nods toward the bowl of fruit.
“Oh.” Kaveh snorts and puts a piece of dried apricot between his own teeth, then leans toward Alhaitham to offer it to him. Alhaitham takes the fruit into his mouth and chews, lips twitching in amusement. “Mm…” Kaveh reaches into the bath and wets Alhaitham’s hair, carding his fingers through the strands to slick them back from his forehead. “Do hydroshrooms even need baths? Or do they just wash themselves with their hydro abilities?”
Rolling his eyes, Alhaitham grabs the open collar of Kaveh’s shirt and pulls him close for a kiss.
“Ah, hey,” Kaveh says, lips moving clumsily against Alhaitham’s insistent kissing. “You’ll get my shirt…wet…mm, never mind…” He clasps Alhaitham’s face in his hands and kisses him back, thumbs stroking his cheeks.
Until Alhaitham gathers water in two cupped hands and dumps it onto Kaveh’s bared chest, and Kaveh jerks backward with a yelp.
“Haitham!” he says, gawking at the water rolling down his abdomen. “Ugh, you…” He pinches Alhaitham’s cheek in admonishment, and Alhaitham smiles. “Why is my sweet little hydroshroom attacking me, hm? When I’ve been so nice to him?” Alhaitham shrugs. “Tch. Close your eyes—I’ll wash your hair for you.”
Alhaitham obeys, and almost immediately begins to drift off as Kaveh works the shampoo into a lather, his fingers massaging Alhaitham’s scalp and sending tingles across his skin. He feels like he’s floating, every thought warm and soft and pleasantly vague. The daze continues through Kaveh rinsing his hair, gently combing his fingers through the strands, and Alhaitham groans in pleasure when Kaveh’s hands move lower to knead his shoulders and neck, loosening the tension that lingers in his body.
“Okay,” Kaveh finally says, and Alhaitham stirs. “I’ll dry you off. Can you stand?”
Alhaitham drowsily crawls out of the tub and perches on the rim, dripping water onto the floor mat. Kaveh delicately pats his skin dry and squeezes the excess water from his hair, then gives him a peck on the cheek.
“Do you want to go back to bed,” Kaveh asks, reaching into the tub to unplug the drain, “or should we go sit on the couch?”
Hm. It’s mid-afternoon, currently, so one of the couches should be in a nice warm patch of sunlight right now—perfect for napping. “Couch,” Alhaitham says.
“Of course. One second.”
Kaveh quickly wipes himself clean with a washcloth, then helps Alhaitham to his feet and slips a soft robe onto his frame. Donning his own matching robe, Kaveh takes Alhaitham’s hand and leads him to the couch, where the two of them collapse in a heap on the sunlit seat together, basking in the afternoon warmth.
Alhaitham instantly dozes off.
When he wakes, Kaveh is idly stroking his hair, and the angle of the sun has shifted to hit the floor instead, leaving the couch in shadow. Alhaitham hums sleepily and nuzzles closer to the warmth of Kaveh’s body, lazily lifting his head to plant an uncoordinated kiss on Kaveh’s jaw.
“Oh! You’re awake.” Kaveh ducks his head down to kiss Alhaitham’s lips. “How do you feel?”
“Good.” Alhaitham’s voice is rough from disuse, and he yawns. “I was wondering—why exactly would a person wear a butt plug into the jungle?”
“Wh—oh, shut up!”
“It’s an honest question, senior.”
Kaveh sighs with feigned exasperation. “To prevent my asshole from being deflowered by horny hydroshrooms, obviously. Though I ended up having to make an exception for you.” He hums in thought, fingers slipping beneath Alhaitham’s robe to trail along his shoulder. “Um, sorry about the paddle, by the way.”
“Hm?” Alhaitham says, and then he remembers. “Oh, it’s fine. I didn’t mind. I was just caught off-guard.”
“Right. I didn’t realize…I mean, I know that you’re able to come from that sort of thing, of course, but, ah—the first hit, ha, that was…”
“I assume it was partly due to the element of surprise. Do you think we should try to replicate that with your ass, sometime? That said, I suspect the electrostimulation also had something to do with it—I was extremely aroused by the time you got the paddle out, so it didn’t take much for me to orgasm. If we wanted to test that element of surprise on you, we’d need to find an alternate way to produce that level of arousal on your end.”
(Kaveh doesn’t completely object to having electrostimulation used on him—he’d tested all of their devices on himself before ever inflicting that sort of pain on Alhaitham, after all, and he enjoys the sensations produced by the lower-intensity settings. And he doesn’t mind experiencing pain during sex, either; he’s happily received more than one spanking that left his ass bruised and sore, and has even asked Alhaitham to cane him on occasion. But Kaveh doesn’t enjoy intense pain the way that Alhaitham does, so there’s really no good reason for them to recreate that aspect of today’s scene with the roles reversed.)
“I guess that’s fair,” Kaveh grumbles. “But if it doesn’t work, I get the feeling you won’t stop after a single strike.”
“Entirely possible.” Alhaitham pokes Kaveh’s cheek, enjoying how his nose wrinkles in response. “Also, you probably shouldn’t tell Tighnari about your method of collecting fungal nuclei. I think he’d be rather concerned.”
“You!” Kaveh slips a hand inside Alhaitham’s robe and lightly smacks one pectoral. “Ugh, well, that method is uniquely utilized for the Brattius junioris species of fungus, and you’re the only one of those I’ve ever come across.”
“I think there’s more than one bratty junior in all of Sumeru, Kaveh.”
“Hmph! Only one of the Alhaitham genus, though.”
“You have that reversed. Genus is a higher tier than species. If ‘Alhaitham’ is a specific type of Brattius junioris, then Brattius junioris would be the genus and ‘Alhaitham’ would be the species.”
“Okay, now you’re just asking for me to get the paddle back out.”
“Is that so? You should know that the Brattius junioris can’t resist correcting its senior whenever he makes a mistake. It’s one of the genus’s characteristic behaviors.”
“Oh, really? Tell me, does the genus also enjoy being paddled for its insolence?”
Alhaitham snorts. “Sometimes.”
Kaveh laughs and gives Alhaitham’s chest a playful pinch. “Seriously, though. I’m paddling your ass for that later this week—unless you can convince me that I’ve misidentified you, and that you’re actually a…um, Respectful junioris, instead.”
“And how exactly does the Obsequium junioris behave?”
“I don’t know,” Kaveh says, cupping Alhaitham’s chin in his hand, “because I’ve never had one of those.”
“Hm. My condolences—I don’t think that’s going to change any time soon.”
“Ha! I figured.” Kaveh pulls Alhaitham into a soft kiss, looping an arm around his shoulders to hold him close. “I quite like the junior that I currently have, though. I don’t think I’d want a different one.”
“Good news for me. Otherwise I’d have to find someone else who will dress me up like a sexy fungus and torture my penis.”
Kaveh scoffs. “You were supposed to respond with something sweet, like telling me that you’re terribly fond of your senior, too.”
“Well, obviously that’s the case. Feeling intense affection and loyalty toward its senior is another primary characteristic of Brattius junioris.”
Alhaitham’s lips curve in a smile as Kaveh’s face flushes, his mouth stuttering wordlessly. Satisfied with his senior’s flustered silence, Alhaitham snuggles comfortably against his side.