Alhaitham awakens to too-hot sheets and a shock of hair in his face.
The smell of expensive shampoo and moisturizers. Soft, breath sighs, and the dip of the mattress under the weight of a second person. He blinks, brain still fogged from sleep. He's already plastered against Kaveh with an arm around his waist. Chest to back, knees tucked into the crook of Kaveh's legs, nose pressed against the knobbly joint at the top of Kaveh's spine.
Kaveh doesn't stir. He sleeps, and Alhaitham listens to his steady breaths. He counts each one like their sheep, taking in the measured rise and fall of Kaveh's chest, hoping they'll lull him back to sleep.
They do. Kind of. Alhaitham settles, slipping into a soft doze neither here, nor there. Kaveh is warm and smells nice, and he grunts in his sleep which brings a smile to Alhaitham's face. It's easy to get lost in the gentle comfort of his presence; the softness of his skin; the way that he chokes on Kaveh's hair when they sleep.
Maybe not the last one, but it's amusing nonetheless, and Alhaitham just melts into Kaveh so completely that it's hard to tell where one begins and the other ends. Kaveh jerks, just slightly. A gentle swivel of his hips and his ass tilting just so until it's entirely against Alhaitham. Kaveh sleeps in one of Alhaitham's old tops and nothing else, leaving little to the imagination when pressed close.
Oh. It takes nothing to cause sleepy pleasure to stoke in his gut, just the tiniest ember flickering to life. Alhaitham's hand curls around the curve of Kaveh's hip bone, fingers sliding against the dip of his waist before settling there. "Kaveh," he mutters sleepily, his cock filling out steadily, already half-hard.
"Mhm?" Kaveh hums, blinking awake slowly, long lashes dusting his cheeks. He yawns. Stretches like a cat, arching his back, and then— "Oh," he mutters, feeling Alhaitham's cock against his backside.
Alhaitham chuckles against Kaveh's neck, nuzzling the skin there, pressing a kiss against the fine baby hairs. "You're to blame," he teases, voice gravelly with sleep.
"I always am, aren't I?" Another soft sound as Kaveh rubs his face. He lifts his hips, grinding back, parting his thighs just enough for Alhaitham's dick to slide between them. "Go on, then. Wake me up properly."
Another laugh, just a soft huff of breath. Another kiss against the top knob of Kaveh's spine. Alhaitham bites at the skin there, teeth sinking in just so. Kaveh's breath hitches, his head tipping forehead, allowing for better access.
It is slow, unhurried, and purely indulgent. It isn't quite morning yet, the sun has barely risen, and the picture of the sky through the window is still muddy and dark. Kaveh's thighs are warm and soft around Alhaitham's cock.
"That isn't what I want," mutters Kaveh, sighing into the pillow.
"I know."
"It isn't what you what, either. It isn't—" Kaveh's voice cuts off in a sleepy moan when Alhaitham rolls his hips, the tip of his cock nudging the swell of Kaveh's balls. "Haitham."
"Mhmn, you smell good," says Alhaitham, pressing his nose against the shell of Kaveh's ear. "Feel good, too," he finishes, his cock sliding through the space between his legs.
"Taking your damn time, aren't you?"
"Always so ungrateful, even when I've let you into my bed."
Kaveh snorts—and then moans again when Alhaitham's hand slips around his front, dragging his knuckles down his length. "'Let', you say as if you have a choice."
Alhaitham was fucked from the moment Kaveh showed up on his doorstep, broke, and homeless. Even then, he couldn't say no, even then, he was already gone just at the sight of him because old habits die hard. And now, Kaveh warms him in every way that he can, particularly in bed.
"I want you here, of course."
"Clearly not because you're only fucking my thighs."
Alhaitham shifts, leaning back slightly, letting go of Kaveh's cock to cup his asscheeks instead. Another thrust of his dick into the soft, warm space, and then, his thumb, dipping into Kaveh's crack and ghosting his hole. The angle is awkward but the strangled moan that tumbles from Kaveh's throat makes the strain worth it.
The tip of his thumb sinks in, testing the give of his rim. Still soft and pliant from the night before.
"Gods, just—"
"Where's the—"
"Under the pillow. I didn't put it up after—"
Alhaitham finds the oil easily enough. Two fingers slide in easily and he spreads them, coaxing Kaveh's ass to loosen.
"Just, just—" Kaveh grunts, wiggling his hips.
"Alright," says Alhaitham. "Alright, I hear you." He spreads Kaveh's asscheeks and looks, thumbing over his loose hole. More oil. His cock in his hand, and the tip pressed to Kaveh's rim. Alhaitham's breath stutters as he sinks in to the root.
"Fuck," curses Kaveh. "Fuck." His whine is soft and airy, fingers already pulling at the sheets. He raises his hips, pressing back, and Alhaitham laughs against his nape.
"Always so desperate," he teases.
"When you want to wake me up like this? Yes."
Alhaitham sets a languid pace, rolling his hips. Kaveh's ass is slick and hot. His insides writhe around his cock, and Alhiatham's eyes pinch shut as he just buries his face in his neck and fucks him. A steady, even pace. Kaveh meets every thrust with a grind of his own, driving Alhaitham's cock just a smidge deeper. Soft whimpers, messy sheets, and Alhaitham's shirt, rucked up just enough to see the sinuous line of Kaveh underneath it.
Kaveh's cock twitches when Alhaitham's hand finds it again for a gentle stroke. He sighs, moaning into the pillow, crying out Alhaitham's name with every punch of cock. "There, there, yes, yes—"
Alhaitham's close—already was the moment he sunk right in, far too lost in this early morning delight. "Kaveh," he says, biting at his neck, marking his way down the line of his shoulder. He grunts, pleasure spilling over in his gut as he pulls Kaveh back into him, grinding his cock deep.
He comes too quickly. Kaveh will complain later, teasing him about it all day, but in that moment it's right. All it takes is the sound of Kaveh's cries, and Alhaitham's painting his insides white with his come. He squeezes Kaveh's balls, rolling them in his palm as he rides out his orgasm. Then, Alhaitham's fingers drag along the edge of Kaveh's dick, smearing the precome around as he strokes him quickly.
"Oh god. Oh—Haitham, I'm—"
Kaveh bucks into his hand, spilling across his palm and into the sheets. He groans, ass clenching tight, dragging a choked gasp from Alhathaim's mouth. Too good, too good. His cock twitches again and it wouldn't take much for a second round, but—
"I have work to do," says Kaveh, his voice high and breathy. He whines softly, hips jerking as Alhaitham still touches his cock. "I have—you have—"
"Let's stay here," cuts in Alhaitham. "There's time before the alarm. It's still dark out. I want you again."
Most say that Kaveh is the self-indulgent one and most would be right; but here, in their home, in the safety of their sheets, and the orange glow from oil lanterns, it is Alhaitham who is indulgent as he pulls Kaveh apart and puts him back together.
Soft hands over skin, and Alhaitham's cock still heavy and thick in his ass; Kaveh sighs as his own waves of pleasure start to abate.
"I woke up this morning with a feeling."
Alhaitham drags his hand down the length of Kaveh's side, taking in the gentle curve. "Oh?"
"I had a dream."
"Which is?"
Kaveh looks over his shoulder with a sleepy-eyed gaze. "This, of course. You and I. What else would I dream about?"
Alhaitham hides his smile by kissing Kaveh's shoulder blade. And when Kaveh pulls away to settle over his hips instead, what is Alhaitham to do other than just sit back and enjoy it?