Kaveh is desperate.
Alhaitham knows that there's something wrong the moment he looks up from his desk and sees his beloved yet destitute architect slipping into the room. "Kaveh—" A slow blink as Kaveh tugs the door shut behind him. Oh, Kaveh already doesn't like that look, not with the way that Alhaitham cut himself off. A quick glance at Kaveh's hand as it fumbles with the handle. Alhaitham's face morphs into something accusatory. "Kaveh. What are you doing—"
"I'm losing my mind, here," snaps Kaveh. The Akademiya sets his nerves on edge. "I didn't think that my new client would want to meet here, of all places—"
"You didn't?" Alhaitham gives him a rueful glance. "I thought it was obvious."
Maybe. Okay, yeah. Kaveh wasn't really thinking about who was offering to pay when accepting the proposal, and even then, who's to say that another researcher wouldn't meet elsewhere? "Regardless, I hate it. Despite it. I loathe this place, as you know." Kaveh grunts, frustrated, his face pulled tight and itchy.
Alhaitham raises a brow. "And so you came to bother me? Arguably, between the two of us, my job is far more important. I have paperwork to do, funding to approve—what on earth are you doing?"
Making a bad decision. Kaveh's the king of those. He presses Alhaitham against the desk and sinks to his knees. Kaveh dips forward, nuzzling the front of Alhaitham's trousers. He inhales deeply, taking in the scent of pine and incense.
Alhaitham's hand flies to his head, fingers curling into his locks before tugging at them. Kaveh goes, head tilting back as he gives him a shit-eating grin. "Haitham, I don't have long. Let me—"
"Let you what?"
"Suck you off, of course. I need the distraction."
Alhaitham looks utterly flabbergasted by his request. They do not do things like this; they fuck solely in their home, away from prying ears. And it isn't that Kaveh is into the idea of exhibitionism—he certainly isn't. The sight of Alhaitham lost in arousal is for his eyes alone, but he's jittery and needs to be grounded, and there's nothing that does that better than Alhaitham's cock shoved down his throat.
"Here? Kaveh." Kaveh isn't sure if that's disappointment or exasperation that floods Alhaitham's voice.
"So you don't want to?"
"I didn't say that."
Oh. Kaveh gives him a sly grin. Some acting Grand Sage he is. "So you do like the idea of it."
"I didn't—" Alhaitham drags a hand down his face. "I have meetings. There will be people in and out of here."
"Five minutes," says Kaveh, squeezing Alhaitham's half-hard cock through the fabric. "That's all I need."
Alhaitham looks insulted. "I'm not such a quick shot." Usually. And Alhaitham knows that.
"Of course, not. Unless I want you to be." Kaveh unlaces his fly to no further protest.
Alhaitham does nothing to stop him, instead petting Kaveh's hair. He leans against the deck with spread legs for easier access. "I'll regret this." He already sounds doomed.
Kaveh pulls his cock and balls free, and licks a stripe from the base to the tip. "You won't, and you know it." Alhaitham moans softly, head tipping back. His expression is pinched. His abs clench and his thighs are tense underneath one of Kaveh's hands.
A good sign. Five minutes will be plenty enough for this then, especially if Kaveh pulls out all the tricks he knows. He glances up, eyelashes fluttering as he locks gazes with Alhaitham. He moans, a little too loud, enough for Alhaitham's nostrils to flare before shooting a panicked look at the door.
"Quiet," he hisses.
Kaveh ignores him, taking Alhaitham's cock into his mouth and sucking. Alhaitham's command dies on his tongue. He moans too, a little quieter, but still unable to hold it back. He cradles Kaveh's cheeks in his hand. Brushes back his bangs and watches the way that Kaveh slides down the entire way. Alhaitham's look is piercing and hawk-eyed, but his cheeks are pink with arousal.
Oh, he's gone. Kaveh has a tight grip on Alhaitham's thigh and it tenses under his palm. He slides his tongue across the underside of Alhaitham's cock as he bobs his head. He sucks at him, desperate for more, desperate to lose himself in the heft of his length choking his throat.
He wants to come. Kaveh squirms, his own cock aching and twitching in his trousers. He pulls off, suckling the tip, tasting the precome that flows freely from the slit. Kaveh is high on his lust. Drunk on Alhaitham's heat. He bucks slightly, pressing into his mouth, and Kaveh just swallows him down effortlessly.
Two minutes in and Alhaitham shudders against him. Kaveh sucks his cock dry, bringing him to the edge. "Kaveh, I'm—fuck." He's annoyed. Probably because he's about to be proven wrong. Kaveh smiles around his cock, humming triumphantly, and that's all it takes for Alhaitham to spill into his mouth.
Bitter. Salty. Just what he needed. Kaveh swallows it down greedily and squeezes the bulge in his own trousers.
He forgets how strong Alhaitham can be. Kaveh is pulled to his feet and their positions are turned until he's backed into the desk, the wooden edge biting into his ass. Alhaitham kisses him hungrily, tongue sweeping over his lips and plundering into his mouth.
"Haitham—"
Alhaitham swallows the moan. His hand drags down the length of Kaveh's chest, tracing the split in his shirt, fingers grazing the skin on display there. Their tongues tangle. Breaths mingle. It's an intense kiss, one fueled by need, and the idea that anyone could walk in right then.
Kaveh nips at Alhaithams mouth, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth. Alhaitham's hand dips south to grab Kaveh's cock, cupping it through his trousers.
When they part, Kaveh is breathless. "I thought you were in a hurry."
"Five minutes, you said." Alhaitham latches onto his neck, sucking a mark into his skin that certainly won't be missed. "I've got time to pay you back."
Oh, so that's how it is. Kaveh readies a quip but it dies on his tongue the moment Alhaitham's hand slips into his clothing. Doesn't even have the decency to undo his trousers properly, just spits into his palm and squeezes Kaveh's cock tight.
It's a rough jerk. The friction burns, a little too dry, but it's enough for Kaveh to already be spiraling toward the end. He ruts into Alhaitham's hand. Pulls at his hair as his fingers curl into it. Clings to him, holding him close, cursing in his ear.
Kaveh feels a smile against his skin. "Kaveh, you're a menace," says Alhaitham, biting his collarbone. "But you're my menace. Mine alone, even here."
"Mhmn, Haitham—"
"Needy," Alhaitham chides, but his tone is sweet as he strokes Kaveh's cock until he's shaking against his desk.
"Fuck, fuck—"
Kaveh cries out as his orgasm washes over him, making a mess of Alhaitham's hand and his trousers. And, just like that, Alhaitham stills, pulling back and tugging a handkerchief from his pocket. Efficient. He wipes his hand free before tucking the cloth away.
Then, Alhaitham is leaning forward, nuzzling Kaveh's temple and inhaling his scent. A kiss to his hair there. "Feeling better?"
"No."
"Always so sour."
"When I have to be here? Yes. When are you coming home?"
Kaveh already knows it was planned to be a late night for him. Alhaitham tilts Kaveh's chin up and sweeps a thumb over his bottom lip. When he kisses him this time, it's gentle. Lingering. Kaveh sighs into his mouth, relaxing under the press of his mouth.
"I can leave early," he finally says.
"You? Leave early?" Kaveh barely believes it.
"Hm, just this once. I'm the acting Grand Sage. I make my own rules."
"Do you, now? Does that mean you can put a lock on your door? We've christened just about everything in our home, so naturally, the office is next."
Alhaitham laughs, full and deep. Most would think him insane if they heard it. Kaveh just melts at the sound. All that tension evaporates and his mood lifts. "I do feel better," he admits.
"I know," says Alhaitham. "That said—no, I will not put a lock on the door. And no, I'm not fucking you here."
Kaveh isn't surprised but he knows he can't win them all.
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