The Sleeping Nerd
It was bothersome how hard he was able to get by watching Kaveh sleep. It was one of the only reasons why he was now rushing to get home. Al-Haitham would never admit this to anyone of course, he was too proud and too stubborn.
Neither were a very heavy sleeper but this was the only time where they shared a space and weren't fighting and getting on each others nerves. Who started this first? Kaveh, as a joke. Back when they were fighting so much it put them to sleep he suggested fucking the argument out of Al-Haitham. They ended up fighting about that suggestion too but Kaveh didn't stop when the scribe got drowsy. The pleasure and the deep strokes put him right out.
After that they agreed to use each other as stress release even while sleeping. If nothing else it will save their vocal cords.
"Don't be naked while you sleep. Idiot." He mumbled under his breath as he pulled Kaveh's sheets off his not quite friend. As he ran his hand down Kaveh's body he could feel goosebumps forming, "You'll catch a cold." Al-Haitham never slept naked, he wanted Kaveh to work for it, Kaveh wanted instant pleasure. As evident by his cock pulsing as soon as Al-Haitham pushed it against his toned stomach and out of the way.
He knew that Kaveh kept lube in his nightstand, how nice of him. It wasn't for him but he still helped himself to some on his fingers and some on his cock. As he threw Kaveh's legs over his shoulders he circled his finger around Kaveh's hole, rubbing the cold lube around before sinking in one finger deep.
Look at that sleeping face, it was cute. Al-Haitham wasn't the happiest that he acknowledged that. But it was true, and it was true that the moans were cute too, when a second finger was added there was a cute little moan that made Al-Haitham's cock twitch.
"I'm not waiting for you to wake up." He grumbled under his breath as he grabbed Kaveh's hips and pushed the tip of his cock in. The truth was that he was tired to, he didn't have the energy for foreplay, but he also couldn't go to sleep with this much pent up frustration and a hard-on. "Stop making that face." A hint of a blush, eyes closed, mouth open in relaxation. Al-Haitham grabbed Kaveh's cock, stroking it up and down as he bottomed out inside him. He wasn't selfish, making Kaveh' come, in his sleep no less, was quite the ego boost. His pleasure was in Al-Haitham's hands.
Literally in this case.
"What are you dreaming about that it's getting your cock to leak cum already? Someone pretty sucking on your cock? Are you fucking someone? No, I'm the one who is doing this to you. I'll be the one to make you come." Al-Haitham's bright, blue eyes focused on Kaveh's cock, watching the white beads of cum trickle down his fist.
"A-" Kaveh moaned, what ever he was about to say interrupted by his roommate hitting against his weak spot every time. "Mmmn." His hips pushed down against Al-Haitham's thighs, his ass tightening around the throbbing cock spreading it open.
Al-Haitham squeezed his hand tighter around Kaveh's cock, stroking slower, pushing all his cum on Kaveh's abs and blonde happy trail.
Kaveh marked himself. That wouldn't do, what ever he did Al-Haitham could do better. He pulled out, threw Kaveh's legs down and balanced himself above them, angling his cockhead. "I wonder if you'll able to taste which cum is whose." He knew that Kaveh loved to taste it. He didn't realize he smirked at the thought, his cock pulsing in his hand as it shot ropes of cum over Kaveh's.