"You're doing so well."

Kaveh pauses, stilling between his thighs, eyes fluttering up as they crease with confusion.

Alhaitham swallows. He isn't the type to dole out praise, least of all to Kaveh, but how can he not? His mouth is hot around his cock, lips spit slick and drooling at the corners, nose pressed into the coarse hair at the base of Alhaitham's dick.

Had he known that Kaveh was good at this, he would have fucked his mouth sooner. He wouldn't have danced around his feelings or need, he would have leaned into it instead. But then there's the fear and hesitation. Alhaitham isn't the type to sleep around and even under the guise of fucking out our stress; he is far too fond of Kaveh.

A means to an end. That is what this is supposed to be, but Alhaitham finds himself petting Kaveh's hair as if his hand is magnetized. Fingers sweep through fair locks. Kaveh regards him through a half-lidded gaze, his lips sealed around his cock tightly, and the words just slip from Alhaitham's mouth, unbidden: "Feels good. You feel so good."

Kaveh moans. It bubbles from the back of his throat and around his cock. Alhaitham can't help but buck deeper into the wet heat. Kaveh's fingers dig into his thighs, sharp pin pricks against flesh that raise the hair on the back of Alhaitham's neck.

"Divine," he murmurs. Kaveh shifts on his knees, his thighs shuttered tight as he tries to ease his own erection, and oh, the sight of it. His plump, soft lips yield so readily around his dick. Kaveh gasps around him, his tongue pressed flat to the underside as he bobs along his length.

Alhaitham wonders if he can get away with more, if he can just praise him until Celestia crashes down. He could blame it on the sex. Say it's a game or the heat of the moment. Then he could tease Kaveh relentlessly about how eagerly he responded, making that a jumping-off point for fucks to come.

"Just like that." Alhaitham cups his cheek and guides his cock deeper. "Easy does it. Fuck, you're good at this."

The tip of his cock bullies the back of Kaveh's throat. A muffled moan leaks from Kaveh's lips, pitiful and aroused. Kaveh grinds his palm against his tented trousers, getting off on this, drunk on pleasure and the praise he's gifted. It just makes Alhaitham want more; more of those sounds, of the sight of him, choking on his cock. That delightful blush that tints Kaveh's cheeks pink with every affirmation that sinks into his skin.

"You love hearing it, don't you?" Kaveh doesn't nod, but his eyes glitter, sparkling with tears as his nostrils flare. "Gorgeous," says Alhaitham next, a minor slip, an inkling of a true feeling that he hopes Kaveh overlooks.

He does. His expression is hazed as he ruts against his palm. He sucks around Alhaitham's cock, slipping back to stroke the base with his free hand. Those devilish lips. That damned tongue, pink and wet, swirling around the head of his cock. Kaveh groans at the taste of his precome like it's a delicacy, tongue flicking out to tease the slit.

For this night, he reasons. More praises, hushed, quiet things lost in the stale air of their den. Kaveh keens when Alhaitham comes down his throat. But then a cough, a sputter. He pulls off and chokes out, "Warn me you asshole."

Alhaitham laughs and says, "An accident. You looked too good, I couldn't help it."

Kaveh stills again and Alhaitham's chest quivers, fearing an overstepped boundary. But then Kaveh smirks, petting at his cock again, watching how it twitches even as it softens.

"Praise kink, then?"

"You got off on it." The acerbic bite to Alhaitham's tone is more usual.

Kaveh's expression doesn't cool, it still holds that sultry fire that put Alhaitham in this damn spot, to begin with. "Yeah, but not as much as you. I'm taking notes."

"For?"

"The future. Now are you going to return the favor? Or are you as shitty a fuck buddy as you are a roommate?"

Alhaitham could say something. Instead, he pulls Kaveh to his feet, boxing him against his desk. When Alhaitham drops to his knees, Kaveh has the gall to say, "There's a good boy."