Perhaps it is cruel.
Alhaitham's knees smart against the floor. His gaze flickers up, washing over Kaveh, taking in the way that he arches his back. Half-clothed. The collar of his shirt hangs open, collarbone on display. Alhaitham didn't spend enough time tracing it with his tongue, but that isn't the point here. Kaveh's trousers are trapped around one ankle, heaped on the floor.
And before him, Kaveh's cunt, his panties slick and wet, ready to be teased. No, no teasing today. Kaveh is overworked and frustrated. He's spent too many hours hunched over the drafting table, shoulders curled, tension coiling tight in his being. Design after design tossed. His charcoals are rubbed to barely nibs. Even now, his fingers are stained dark and dusty, Alhaitham choosing to distract him at the worst of times.
"Say it again." Kaveh says nothing which comes as no surprise. It always takes a bit to ease him into this. Alhiatham smooths his palms over Kaveh's thighs, tracing circles into the supple skin.
"Haitham—"
Alhaitham kisses the inside of one of his thighs. "Again, Kaveh."
His eyes flicker up once more. The moment isn't as tense as it is hesitant. Kaveh's face is red. His lips wobble as he tries to force the words from his mouth. Alhaitham's drags his knuckles across Kaveh's groin. He doesn't drag his thumb over his cock, stiff through the material—but he presses it close enough that Kaveh bucks against his hands, bracing himself against the edge of his desk.
"Do you want more?" Alhaitham plants another kiss, this one at the crease where Kaveh's thigh meets his groin. He traces the line with his tongue, delighting in the salty tang of sweat, and the way that a sigh falls from Kaveh's lips. "Only good boys get rewarded."
"I'm—"
"You're?"
"I deserve this." Kaveh looses a shaky breath and though his tone wavers, it is solid enough.
Alhaitham's thumb presses closer to where Kaveh wants it, skirting the swell of skin at the edge of his cock. "And what else do you deserve?"
"To be loved."
"By?" He takes pity, dragging his thumb over the hard just of Kaveh's cock.
Kaveh jerks. His nostrils flare and his hips roll, seeking out more friction against that aching nub. Alhaitham is too light with his touch, petting it over the soft cotton of his underthings.
"You. Gods, you're—you, Haitham. Please, please."
Alhaitham traps his cock through the fabric between his thumb and forefinger and leans forward for a kiss. Then, he hooks his fingers into those panties and yanks them aside, eager to please Kaveh now that he's done as he asked. He promised an award, and though it was hard, Kaveh followed through.
His cunt glistens, slick dripping freely from his hole. His folds are beautifully swollen, pink and ruddy, his cock jutting out from them, stiff and hard. Divine. This is as much a treat for him as it is for Kaveh. He dips forward for a taste, tongue swirling through his sex before just barely dipping into his entrance.
"That's—"
Not enough. Alhaitham knows. "Say it again," he purrs from between Kaveh's legs.
"Haitham." A needy whine. Kaveh's voice is sho, raspy with annoyance.
"Good boys get?"
"Rewards," snaps Kaveh. "They—I deserve this. I deserve you, this love, your love, our love, just put your mouth where I want, dammit."
Alhaitham laughs, licking a stripe from Kaveh's hole to cock. He flattens his tongue for a gentle lick to the tip before wrapping his lips around Kaveh's cock to suckle. Kaveh's thighs tighten around his face as he jerks, making Alhaitham chuckle as he holds them open with his hands.
"Behave." Alhaitham nips at the soft flesh of Kaveh's groin. His fingers massage the skin around Kaveh's cock, peeling back the foreskin until the head is exposed, shiny and wet. He kisses the tip sweetly, gently before sucking again, his tongue tracing the outer edges.
Kaveh moans, head tipping back as he braces himself against the desk. He rolls his hips, meeting Alhaitham's mouth, trying to force him to move quicker, faster, anything for more friction—but that isn't Alhaitham's goal. He's easy in his movements. Slow and methodical as he sucks and licks, intent on dragging Kaveh to the edge in a slow haul rather than a quick wave that crashes against the beach.
He tastes like perfection, tangy, unique, like Kaveh. Alhaitham moans against him, lapping at the slick that leaks from his hole. Alhaitham's face is wet with it as he drowns eagerly. He eats up every moan, swallows Kaveh's desire, and sinks into every breathy moan that drips from his lips.
Kaveh knows the more he says the more that he gets. "I deserve this break," he says, words pinched with a groan as he falls back against an elbow. Fingers curl into Alhaitham's hair and tug until his scalp burns. "I deserve your worship, hm?"
And it's Alhaitham's turn to moan, working Kaveh over until his thighs are quivering under his palms, shaky and tense. Still just his tongue. Alhaitham wants him to come just like this with his name on his tongue, praising him so sweetly.
"I deserve this kindness," croons Kaveh as his fingers loosen and he pets Alhaitham's hair instead. His hips rise and fall as he rides his mouth, meeting every press of his tongue. "I deserve you."
Alhaitham is hard in his trousers, cock aching as he soaks it all up. Kaveh's praise is a balm for himself; he gets off on relishing Kaveh as much as he does to hear Kaveh affirm it. Kaveh comes easily, then, with a hiss of Alhaitham's name as his toes curl.
One last sweeping lick of his tongue from hole, through swollen folds, right to Kaveh's oversensitive cock. And then a sweet kiss that leaves Kaveh melting against the desk, loose-limbed and no doubt feeling better.
The moment is ruined with a smirk as Kaveh says, "I do think I deserve more."
Alhaitham stands with a grunt. He settles between Kaveh's spread legs and takes hold of his chin. A thumb smooths over Kaveh's bottom lip and Alhaitham thinks he falls in love again. "Always," he says before kissing him.
Kaveh responds eagerly, his tongue tracking Alhaitham's lips before dipping inside his mouth. "You taste like me," he murmurs, sharing breath and moans, teeth clacking together as Alhaitham laughs in response.
"Obviously."
"More," reminds Kaveh. He drops a hand between them and squeezes Alhaitham's dick through his trousers. "I've worked hard for it."
He has in so many ways. Alhaitham often has to guide Kaveh into admitting it, but he does know that there is an agreement: Kaveh's defense mechanism may come with harsh words directed at himself, but he does not actually think he's undeserving.
But, if it takes this for Alhaitham to remind him; if what Kaveh needs is him between his thighs on his knees, or his cock buried in those tight, hot depths, then Alhaitham is more than willing to provide.
Alhaitham's trousers are undone swiftly, just enough to free his cock. Kaveh's breath hitches as he drags the tip of his length through the folds of his sex, those panties still pulled to the side. "You were good for me, a darling thing even if your words are still sharp."
"I deserve your cock," snaps Kaveh, a delicious bite to his words that sends sparks down Alhaitham's spine.
And well, who is he to deny such a reward?