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“Please.”
Kaveh hated begging, let alone begging him for help.
“Please what?”
He sounded so smug, ugh.
“Please, I need–” Kaveh whined, high and shaky with his desperation, “s’hurts, Haitham.”
Alhaitham dragged his sunset eyes over Kaveh’s naked form, shivering and wanton in his place on the floor, his gaze peeling back layer after layer of flayed skin— Kaveh’s body felt like one giant, exposed nerve. He hummed thoughtfully, bringing a gloved hand to his chin and tapping a finger to his cheek mockingly.
Kaveh so sorely wished that he didn’t need to rely on this frustrating man for assistance with his current predicament, but the alternative of managing on his own was rapidly becoming less feasible of an option as each new pang of heat racked his body and sent him tumbling closer to a mind of mush.
“Alhaitham, please, have mercy on me just this once,” Kaveh gasped out, tail flicking behind him in a mixture of annoyance and something else, something far more primitive. Kaveh crooned out a whimper, feline ears folding back against the crown of his head in a furtive embarrassment upon the realization that Alhaitham was truly going to make him beg like an animal. How mortifying.
He slowly slinked forward on his hands and knees, the lithe line of his body swiveling like a snake in tall grass, an obvious threat to a prey animal—but Alhaitham was no prey, not in this instance.
Kaveh stopped at Alhaitham’s boots, the worn leather stretched taut across the man’s firm calves. He stared at them for only a moment before tucking his legs below him and resting his plump ass upon his own heels, his tawny tail curling around the swell of it. Work-calloused hands perched precariously on the wooden floor between his already reddening knees, shoulders pulling inwards to lessen his frame. Finally, finally, Kaveh raised his head, slowly, ever so slowly, scarlet eyes tracing the firm lines of every muscle Alhaitham poorly hid beneath obscenely tight clothing, before meeting Alhaitham’s curious gaze. Kaveh stared up at Alhaitham through long, fluttering lashes, lips pursed into a slight pout, his tufted ears still airplaned back in a show of begrudging submission.
“Please, Haitham,” Kaveh rasped. “I need you.”
He could only hope Alhaitham would fall for this coquettish display.
A thick, ashen eyebrow raised at Kaveh, his scepticism evident in his face. He seemed to genuinely consider Kaveh’s plea this time, maybe Kaveh would finally get relief from this aching heat—
Kaveh hissed in surprise at the sudden chilled contact of leather against the underside of his aching cunt, throbbing uselessly between his thighs. His cheeks coloured with humiliation, eyes narrowing into a glare. “What do you think you’re—“
“Aht,” Alhaitham silenced him immediately with a chastising tut, his hand coming forward to grab Kaveh by the jaw. Skin–which should be soft from a cushy job but was not due to expert sword training–dug into the plush of Kaveh’s cheeks, further quieting the aggrieved man. “You want help, do you not?” Kaveh flicked an ear defiantly where his mouth could not. “Then you need to behave, you did beg for my mercy.”
Kaveh huffed out a breath through flared nostrils, rolling his eyes as he clung to his rapidly deflating defiance. The breath stuttered at the end as the boot pressed more insistently into his pinprick-sensitive skin, a dry drag across his skin. It was humiliating and it hurt and yet—
And yet.
Kaveh whined at the touch, his body happy with any outside stimulation it could find at this point, satisfied with Kaveh’s own hands no longer. He found his hips twitching into the hooked boot involuntarily, his body seeking more of the pressure.
Above him, Alhaitham clicked his tongue, fingers digging harder into Kaveh’s cheek. His blunt nails scraped against the flushed skin, the pain grounding Kaveh’s dazed mind in a way.
“Humping against my boot like an animal–a slave to your instincts now, Senior?” Alhaitham drawled, though he already knew the answer. “How far will you go to satisfy your animalistic urges, hm?”
Kaveh’s cheeks burned with his mounting heat and shame, averting his gaze from Alhaitham’s intense one. On the far wall the picture frame was crooked; he chose to focus on that.
Alhaitham ground his boot further into Kaveh’s crotch, the hooked tip of the shoe digging into the base of his clit so harshly Kaveh saw stars. Kaveh gasped as the pain crescendoed, Alhaitham’s thumb and forefinger quickly sliding up from his jawline to press into the hollows of his cheeks, leaving Kaveh unable to close his mouth.
Red eyes trembled in lust thinly veiled as fear as his eyes snapped back to Alhaitham’s face. A self-satisfied smirk was carved across dusky lips. Kaveh watched them part, body on the precipice of a dune that threatened to drag him down and suffocate him, awaiting what Alhaitham had to say next.
Ptui.
The angle and distance that Kaveh was below the other man resulted in his aim being less than perfect, Kaveh realized, as he felt the spit slide down his lip, just to the side of his cupid’s bow.
He should hate it. He should be pissed that Alhaitham had spit into his mouth, a disgusting and unhygienic display of degradation, and yet—
And yet.
Kaveh couldn’t stop the whine that curled up his spine and escaped his spit—Alhaitham’s spit— shiny lips, the noise as reedy and debauched as Kaveh felt at the whims of the man above him. Fuck, why did Alhaitham rubbing his cunt with the toe of his dirty boots and spitting in his mouth feel so good? It had to be the heat talking, right?
Right?
Alhaitham huffed out a small laugh, a taunting, mocking thing, and shook Kaveh’s head with the hand gripping his cheeks. Kaveh’s tail flicked in annoyance. Two-toned eyes of agate stared down at Kaveh, mirth glinting in the gemstone eyes.
“Stick your tongue out.”
“Stick my–” Kaveh sputtered, but immediately fell silent at the flash of challenge in Alhaitham’s gaze. He took a long, hard moment to swallow his pride, temper his annoyance, and part his lips. Ears folding back impossibly farther, Kaveh slowly slid his tongue out, the pink muscle quivering ever so slightly in anticipation of what Alhaitham had planned.
He found his answer in the warm impact of Alhaitham’s spit on his waiting tongue. He wanted to grimace, wanted to reject it with a disdainful spat, wanted to scrape together the last dredges of his dignity and walk away from this impossible man.
Instead, Kaveh took a shaky breath in before closing his mouth and swallowing.
From above, Alhaitham made a noise of approval and Kaveh would be hard pressed to admit the tingle the sound sent through his spine. The fingers digging into the hollow of his cheeks started moving then, wrapping around his chin as Alhaitham brought a thumb to Kaveh’s lips. He pressed the digit into the plush of Kaveh’s lower lip, tugging it down and with that, opening Kaveh’s mouth once more.
After a brief rustling of the dangling and decorative layers adorning Alhaitham’s waist, a weight, warm and wanting, was pressed to Kaveh’s lips.
The effect was immediate, the heat that had been slowly bubbling beneath the surface of Kaveh’s skin roaring into an inferno he could no longer fight. Kaveh surged forward, mouth stretching around Alhaitham’s cock without a second thought. His hands flew up from their place on his thighs, one bracing itself against Alhaitham’s thigh to steady his balance, the other wrapping long artist fingers around the length Kaveh could not yet fit in his mouth.
Alhaitham dropped his hand from Kaveh’s chin, instead carding his fingers through Kaveh’s disheveled hair. Blunt nails scraped at his scalp, causing a rumble to begin in Kaveh’s ribs. The purr vibrated pleasantly in Kaveh’s throat as he swallowed around the cock there, a content wiggle to his own ears.
Alhaitham was hot and heavy on Kaveh’s tongue, his reddened lips stretching almost painfully around his size. The slide was so easy, with how much Kaveh was salivating for the cock in his mouth, a reedy whine escaping Kaveh’s throat. Slowly every thought to push away, to fight back his baser urges, began to fade from Kaveh’s mind, being replaced with gooey warmth and how perfectly Alhaitham filled his mouth.
He wanted more.
Every instinct in Kaveh’s body gnawed at him to swallow up more, more, more.
Kaveh bobbed his head with a renewed enthusiasm, each slide forward sinking Alhaitham deeper into the cavern of his mouth. Soon, every bob battered the soft tissue at the back of Kaveh’s throat as he worked to close the distance between himself and the wiry hair at the base of Alhaitham’s cock.
Thick fingers tensed in their place on Kaveh’s skull, flexing for a moment. Then, with a confidence only Alhaitham of all people would have, his twisted his fingers in Kaveh’s hair and began to fuck into Kaveh’s mouth. Kaveh groaned loudly, the sound muffled by the cock in his mouth, and forced the last inch of Alhaitham into his throat. Red eyes rolled back in their sockets, Kaveh’s spine going ramrod straight as his body shook with an unexpected orgasm.
Kaveh whimpered, fingers scrabbling against Alhaitham’s frustratingly still clothed thigh, as his mind went fuzzy from the lack of oxygen and the rush of his climax. Alhaitham continued to thrust into Kaveh’s wanton mouth, the grip on his scalp pricking in a delicious mix of pain and pleasure, as it became less Kaveh giving him head and more Alhaitham using Kaveh’s mouth to take his own pleasure.
Tears welled in the corner of Kaveh’s eyes as his throat was used by the man above him. It felt good, so, so, so good, to feel Alhaitham chase his pleasure. Kaveh needed Alhaitham to cum down his throat, yes, that was exactly what he needed from the other. His mind wanted nothing more than to feel Alhaitham spill across his tongue.
Kaveh rubbed said tongue along the underside of Alhaitham’s cock every time he pushed in, hollowing his cheeks in delicious suction every time the man pulled back. Hazy eyes fell on Alhaitham’s face, widening in surprise to find Alhaitham staring back at him with an intense darkness to his own eyes. Thick, ashen brows pinched together.
Alhaitham was close.
Kaveh smiled cattily around the intrusion in his mouth, throat clenching down on Alhaitham’s cock with a swallow. That was all it took. Kaveh loosened his throat, eager for his cream.
Alhaitham suddenly pulled out, wrenching a noise of confusion from Kaveh, and spilled all over Kaveh’s chest and stomach. Kaveh whined petulantly, fixing Alhaitham with a glare.
What a waste!
He couldn’t even begin to gripe about the spilled milk before he found himself staring up at the ceiling of their shared home.
Huh–
Alhaitham let out a shaky breath as he lined his cock up with Kaveh’s cunt, sinking inside to the base with one swift thrust.
Kaveh yowled, back arching off the floor in an elegant arch; so full, he was suddenly so full. Gods, he could swear he felt Alhaitham in his ribs.
Sword calloused hands gripped Kaveh’s hips and the pace Alhaitham set was brutal. Kaveh couldn’t catch his breath, almost certain he had cum again the moment Alhaitham bottomed out inside him, but Alhaitham was fucking him so fast and hard he couldn’t even form a thought before it fizzled out. All Kaveh could do was lie there, plump thighs spread around Alhaitham’s hips as the man tugged his body onto his cock over and over–like a toy, all Kaveh was good for in that moment was to be a warm hole for Alhaitham to chase his own pleasure inside.
And how Kaveh reveled in the feeling.
His hindbrain preened under the attention, positively giddy with it. Yes, yes, yes, take him, mate him, fill him, fill him with–
What felt like pure lightning shocked Kaveh’s body as Alhaitham’s fingertips brushed across Kaveh’s chest. He snapped his head down, eyes widening as he watched Alhaitham drag his fingers through the mess on his chest. Alhaitham smeared the quickly cooling cum into Kaveh’s flushed skin, taking extra care to run his fingertips across the pale, slightly raised scars lining the underneath of his breasts.
He traced his way lower, lower, lower, drawing a nonsensical map of spirals, twists and turns along the way, before stopping at the softness that was Kaveh’s lower stomach. Shame burned on Kaveh’s cheeks in that moment, suddenly self-conscious. Kaveh attempted to lattice his fingers across his stomach, anything to hide it from Alhaitham’s probing gaze, but Alhaitham merely smacked them away gently.
Kaveh met Alhaitham’s eyes, and oh, the heat in them rivaled the one boiling under his own skin.
Alhaitham pushed firmly into his soft underbelly alongside a particularly hard thrust and the pressure was enough to make Kaveh scream.
Kaveh’s hands scrambled to grab at Alhaitham, fingers digging into Alhaitham’s arm in a new kind of desperation– his mind unsure if he wanted to pull the hand away from his tummy or bring it down harder, to grind the butt of Alhaitham’s palm into fat of his stomach until he melded with Kaveh’s body somehow. Too close and entirely not close enough. Never close enough.
“Haitham,” Kaveh whined out, hips twitching in mounting overstimulation. His body was meant to go for hours during heat, but it didn’t make it any less overwhelming to be fucked through orgasm after orgasm. “Please, it h–mnh…”
He didn’t know whether Alhaitham didn’t hear him or didn’t care, all Kaveh knew was he was being manhandled onto his hands and knees now.
And oh, did his body know what to do.
Mind fuzzy, he instantly melted into the floor, cheek pressed to the hardwood as he instinctually tilted his hips up. Legs spreading obediently, Kaveh’s tail raised bone straight and shook with anticipation. Fuck, he felt like he was going to die if Alhaitham didn’t start fucking him again right then.
“Need you,” he purred out, slow blinking at Alhaitham over his shoulder. “Inside, Haitham, please.”
Alhaitham’s eyes travelled over the long line of Kaveh’s back before he snapped to attention, grunting in acknowledgement. He smoothed a hand over the swell of Kaveh’s ass appreciatively, pulling the cheek to the side and exposing the fluttering mess of Kaveh’s pussy even more.
Ptui.
Kaveh shuddered as he felt Alhaitham’s spit land on his spread cunt, mixing with the slick already there. No longer did it fill his chest with disgust, no, instead it infused Kaveh with a burning pleasure. Kaveh swayed his hips gently from side to side–an invitation, meant to entice the man behind him into filling him up once more.
Alhaitham was many things, most of which were unpleasant and uttered by Kaveh himself, but he was no fool.
Inch by inch, Alhaitham sunk his cock back inside Kaveh’s more than willing hole, torturing Kaveh with the slow drag of every vein on the thick length. The more he filled Kaveh, the more the feline began to resemble a puddle of goo instead of a person. A long, breathy moan accompanied Alhaitham’s descent, as if Kaveh was using it to make room for Alhaitham’s cock.
When Alhaitham finally bottomed out, Kaveh was gone. Red eyes were fogged over, listless, staring into nothing and everything all at once. He could only pant, his ribs too full of Alhaitham’s cock to let him take a real breath, as drool slipped past his lips to pool on the floor beneath him. Kaveh’s tail thrashed about, buzzing with energy the appendage didn’t know what to do with.
Alhaitham began to move, his thrusts cautious, measured as they built up to a steady pace. Kaveh writhed in his place below Alhaitham, long past the brink of overstimulation, every thrust feeling like he touched an electro slime barehanded. If possible, he clenched even tighter around Alhaitham.
Alhaitham muttered out a curse, leaning over Kaveh in an attempt to find an angle that relieved some of the pressure that was the vice grip Kaveh’s cunt had on him, supporting himself with a hand to the floor beside Kaveh’s lolling head. He pressed his face into the back of Kaveh’s neck and suddenly Kaveh wanted nothing more than for Alhaitham to sink his teeth into the flesh there.
“Please, oh fuck, bite–” Kaveh gasped out, eyes wide and lucid, “please please, Haitham, bite me, please.”
Alhaitham did not have to be told twice, burying his teeth into the soft flesh of Kaveh’s nape.
The noise that escaped Kaveh could only be described as guttural, feral, and born of pure instinct to be mated. It nearly startled Alhaitham into releasing his mouth from Kaveh’s neck, but he persisted, speeding up the pace of his hips and fucking into Kaveh as deep as he could muster.
Kaveh spasmed against the floor, eyes rolling back, slamming his own hips back to meet every thrust. Faster, harder, deeper. He needed Alhaitham deeper, until he was so deep that there would be no question if the litter would take. Kaveh needed it, needed Alhaitham to fuck him and fill him and make him round with his kits.
Searing pain shot up Kaveh’s spine on a particularly deep thrust, knocking the wind from his lungs, and his addled brain screamed for it again. Again, again, again. Alhaitham, please. Do that again, please fuck, deeper, please, please please–
“Fuck, Kaveh,” Alhaitham groaned out, and Kaveh realized he had been talking out loud. “I think I’m in–”
The pain was white hot now, and Kaveh scratched his nails against the wood floor to expel some of the tension. If he’d thought Alhaitham was in his ribs before, surely now he was inside his throat, or maybe even his brain. Leave it up to a scholar to find a way to fuck into his mind.
Kaveh was blindsided by his own climax, coming shortly after he felt, actually felt, the hot release of Alhaitham’s cum inside him–impossibly deep inside him.
“Full, so full,” he giggled out, delirious with the feeling. Kaveh curled his tail around Alhaitham’s waist, the feeble appendage nothing more than an insistent suggestion of his desire than an actual guiding force.
Alhaitham obeyed it regardless, keeping his thrusts more of a dirty grind as he maintained just how deep he was inside Kaveh while they rode out their orgasms together.
Kaveh slowly, tentatively, slid his fingers over Alhaitham’s hand near his head, suddenly shy despite Alhaitham still being buried deep inside his trembling cunt.
A pause, and then Alhaitham gently intertwined their fingers.
Mate, his mind supplied as his chest rumbled with a purr.