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Moving in together was a mistake.

Typically, Haitham wouldn’t so openly think this about his three (which is beginning to feel excessive) partners, but his kitchen has been ransacked and there’s nothing left in his fridge besides some week-old leftovers and a can of what Tighnari said was his drink, and if anyone else touched it, they’d sorely regret it.

Well. Al Haitham had planned on respecting his wish. But he’s pretty sure Tighnari’s the one who drank his last sparkling water.

So, yeah. He’s taking the can.

He grabs it from the refrigerator, sighing as he slips out of his jacket, hanging it on the coat rack.

He can already hear Cyno and Tighnari chatting away down the hall, both men up too late for what time it is.

Al Haitham had meant to make it home early enough to eat dinner with the others (because they had a meeting about how ‘Al Haitham is never around’ and he wants to appease them enough for them to feel like he’s making a conscious effort to compromise – which he is. Mostly.), but tonight he got tied up with a thousand other things that unfortunately sucked up his time.

Nights like these are why he was perfectly satisfied with being the scribe.

It was easy. Boring, but agreeable.

He still had enough time to come home to Kaveh (back when it was just the two of them) and plenty of time to do things that he was interested in. But as Acting Grand Sage? It’s like they want him to dedicate his life to the Akademiya. And as much as he derives interest from matters of the Akademiya (or what the Akademiya can do for him, rather), he has zero interest in giving his life to them.

He’s the Acting Grand Sage, not a mindless scholar.

He turns off the lights on the way to his room. It’s a shared space with Kaveh now. Haitham didn’t really care who he ended up rooming with… But it’s a bit uncomfortable sharing his space with Kaveh. Because it isn’t his space at all, anymore.

Kaveh has commandeered the majority of the visual area in their room, Kaveh-ifying it and making it look ‘nice’ and ‘romantic’. Which it does. But it was Haitham’s room first. And now all he has to himself is his office.

It’s not a big deal. He’s hardly home, anyway. The upside is Kaveh makes the room smell good. And they always sleep in the same bed now. They’re closer together than they ever have been… and Haitham likes it that way.

He’s looking forward to it, really. Sinking in bed with Kaveh, wrapping his arms around him, holding him close, inhaling his scent as they drift off to sleep.

The floorboards creak as Haitham encases his hand around the doorknob, twisting it and pushing the door open.

Kaveh is awake, to no one’s surprise, sketching under the light of their desk lamp. He always ends up hunched over like the letter C, Haitham periodically mumbling “posture” to remind Kaveh to straighten his back.

If Al Haitham let him, Kaveh would stay up all night drawing and sketching. It isn’t always architecture related, either. Sometimes Kaveh just draws.

He loves making the three of them pose for him. Last week he forced Cyno and Al Haitham to pose nude as a ‘study’. When Tighnari came home and saw the art, he enjoyed it a little too much, requesting Kaveh make him a personal copy of it.

How embarrassing.

Haitham shakes his head of the memory, refocusing on the present.

“I’m home.” he says, just audible enough.

Kaveh lets out an, “Mm.” too focused to turn around yet. He’s explained to Haitham several times that if he does, he’ll lose his “groove” in what he’s doing, and he’s currently working on his next magnum opus – if that’s even possible.

The last one put him so far into debt that he ended up in a long-term relationship with Al Haitham.

Haitham would hate to imagine what would happen if he did it again.

He cracks open the can, the can letting out a slight hiss as the foam spreads to fill the circumference. He lifts it to his mouth, curious what flavor it is, not curious enough to check the label. Whatever it is, it’s going to taste like revenge – a trait he feels he picked up from the runts of their relationship.

It goes down his throat easily enough. Strawberry? No… Cherry? Is it a limeade? It’s a little acidic.

Ah, whatever.

It’s good.

Haitham downs it all in one go, the cold liquid soothing the dryness of his throat. He sets the empty can on his nightstand, stripping the rest of his clothes away.

After being in the desert half the day, he feels due a shower.

He gives Kaveh an unnecessary, “I’ll be back.” as he pulls the door open again, Kaveh letting out another, “Mm.”

Cyno and Tighnari’s voices are louder now, Tighnari’s laugh cascading down the dark hall.

Haitham wonders what he’s laughing about. He vaguely remembers Cyno offhandedly mentioning how excited he was that Tighnari was finally going to spend a night playing Genius Invokation TCG with him. Was that night tonight?

Haitham already did his due diligence by entertaining Cyno’s obsession last weekend. Cyno had been so happy. Al Haitham isn’t sure he’d ever seen Cyno smile so much before. It was almost unsettling… But it made Haitham smile, too. So it was definitely worth it.

Haitham catches himself grinning over the memory.

He stops.

That weird, affectionate part of his brain is telling him to stop by their room. Just to say hello. See their faces one last time before bed.

But the logical part reminds him he’s naked, and it’s time to shower.

The water is hot. Soothing as it rains down his taut shoulders. It kneads them, releases all the tension in his body. Haitham’s head tilts back under the faucet.

He tries not to think about last night… It’s useless, though. Because he does. He wants to.

Cyno had heard the shower running around this time. He came in, closing the door behind him, entering the shower despite Haitham’s shocked protests. He stood on the tips of his toes and wrapped his arms around Haitham’s shoulders, drawing him into a long, sloppy kiss, soapy hands roaming Haitham’s naked body.

Haitham shudders, arousal sending goosebumps across his wet skin.

Cyno…

Haitham can’t believe he’s dating him again.

Their past relationship ended in flames. Several times. Too many to count.

But the last time… he was sure they’d finally be done. Especially once Cyno started dating Tighnari.

Years had passed since then.

Who would have guessed that they’d all end up together?

Weird. Admittedly fitting, though. Because they all make Haitham’s heart pound just the same.

They’re his kryptonite.

He shuts off the showerhead, sighing as he pulls his towel off the rack.

He’s feeling a bit hot. Not quite feverish… but he’s tired. Maybe he needs this sleep more than he thinks. He has to be up early, anyway. Duty calls, or whatever useless motivational phrases they’re going to fill his head with at work tomorrow.

The towel runs down his torso, across his chest, and he sucks in a breath as the soft fabric grazes his nipple. It’s oddly sensitive, and he does it one more time just to check that–

“A-ah…” he breathes, a bolt of pleasure shooting straight to his groin. His cock fills up, half-hard erection pushing up against the bottom of the draped towel.

…Okay.

That’s odd.

For some reason, he really wants to do it again, but he ignores the urge, drying off the rest of his body before returning to his ever-swelling erection.

He runs the towel over it, biting down hard on his bottom lip as he strokes himself, eyes fluttering shut.

Holy shit, it feels good.

Is he pent up…?

He shouldn’t be.

So why does it feel incredible?

He ditches the towel, letting it fall to the floor as he leans against the wall, jerking himself off. One hand doesn’t feel like enough so he tightens his grip, two hands, nice and fast, head thudding against the wall as his knees buckle, cumming into his clasped fingers.

He’s panting, tongue running over his lips, sighing as he comes down from it.

…As he comes down from it?

Wait.

Why isn’t he coming down from it?!

He’s still hard, hands sticky with his own cum but it doesn’t feel like he came at all.

That heat has increased tenfold, his vision blurring, cock throbbing with need. He wraps both hands around himself again, tugging on his sensitive shaft, desperately leading himself to his next climax. It comes bafflingly fast, Haitham’s legs growing weak, collapsing to the ground as he humps his fists.

One last orgasm tells Al Haitham everything he needs to know.

This is Tighnari’s fault.

That can of something that Haitham drank? Whatever was in it – This is the true punishment.

If Haitham had to guess, it was some sort of aphrodisiac… and that’s exactly why Tighnari advised everyone against drinking it.

Damn it!

Haitham doesn’t want to walk into Tighnari and Cyno’s room and explain what he did, but it feels like the only option. If there’s anything he knows about aphrodisiacs, it’s that he can’t get rid of this heat alone. He’s going to have to pick one of the three to help him so that he can go to sleep like he’d been planning to.

He hobbles to his feet, clinging onto the sink as he washes his hands, reaching for his underwear on the counter and pulling it on.

He supposes he’ll rip the bandaid off.

He’s going to have to make it to Tighnari and Cyno’s room.

“You can’t use that card here, Tighnari.” Cyno explains, that cute frown of his that makes Tighnari’s heart skip.

Truthfully Tighnari knows very well what cards he can and can’t use at this point of humoring Cyno’s Invokation obsession, but he pretends anyway, “What? But I thought–”

“Nari!” Cyno scolds, folding his arms, “How many times do I have to teach you this?”

Endlessly, Tighnari thinks. As long as it means seeing Cyno be this cute. He smiles, forcing a nervous laugh, “Sorry, Cyno…”

“It’s okay.” Cyno says, his shoulders relaxing, “I know it’s complicated. But you’re getting better at it. Soon enough, you might even be as good as Al Haitham.”

Tighnari’s smile falls, “Now that’s just insulting.”

Cyno gives the faintest chuckle, picking up his deck of cards, “Anyway, now it’s time for–”

Bang!

The door flies open, both of their eyes snapping toward the intruder.

Haitham is in the doorway… barely standing, clinging onto the doorframe like he’ll fall over if he lets it go for even a second. His body is damp with sweat, hair sticking to his forehead, legs trembling as he stares Tighnari right in the eyes.

It isn't a stretch to say that he looks good. Really good.

“You.” Haitham breathes, a visible swallow, “Fuck you.”

Tighnari’s eyes widen, covering his mouth with his palm.

Oh.

So that’s what happened.

“You stole my drink?” Tighnari asks. He can see Cyno’s jaw drop from the corner of his eye.

“What?!” Cyno splutters, “And you actually drank it?”

“Y-yes?” Al Haitham stammers, “Tighnari stole my drink first.”

“Where’s your proof?” Cyno asks, narrowing his eyes, “Or are you just throwing around wild accusations?”

“Who else would it have been?”

“There are four people in this house. Why would it have to be Tighnari?”

“Regardless of whether or not I stole your drink,” Tighnari begins, defusing their impending argument, “I told you not to touch mine for a reason.”

“Well, I did.” Al Haitham says.

Cyno shakes his head, “I thought you’d be above stealing Tighnari’s drink. It seems I overestimated you.”

“How was I supposed to know?” Haitham scoffs, losing his footing and nearly slipping to the floor.

“Maybe by heeding my warning?” Tighnari says flatly.

Haitham lets out an exasperated breath, “Forget it. What was in it, anyway?”

“Oh, now you’re worried about that?” Tighnari jabs.

“Shut up.” Al Haitham hisses, “Just tell me.”

“Let’s see,” Tighnari goes, feigning thinking, “Lemons… Padisarah… Lavender melons…”

“Tighnari.” Al Haitham scolds.

“And a little bit of luminescent pollen.”

“Sex pollen?” Al Haitham baffles, “Are you that desperate to be fucked? You could’ve just asked me.”

Tighnari blushes, blinking the words away, “It was just for fun. Let this be a lesson to you.”

“Lesson my ass.” Al Haitham grumbles, blowing his hair out of his face, “I’m burning up because of your lesson.”

“You’ll be fine.” Cyno says, “Nari and I have used it plenty of times. Kaveh, too. You’re just being a baby about it.”

“Whatever. You two are apparently much more knowledgeable about this than me.” Haitham says, still with his eyes glued to Tighnari’s, “What do I have to do to get this out of my system?”

“Hmm….” Tighnari goes, allowing his gaze to linger, taking in the sight of Haitham on the brink of desperation. It’s such a rare, delicious sight. He wants to savor it.

Haitham’s muscles are carved by the lights of their lamps, glistening skin so alluring that Tighnari considers what he might taste like in this condition. The pores of his skin fighting to sweat out the aphrodisiac… the sweet taste on Al Haitham’s needy tongue.

He snaps himself out of the sudden trance, answering Al Haitham’s question, “You’re not going to like it.”

“Just – Tell me.” Haitham grunts out.

“Well, you have two options. You can wait it out until morning, probably sweating it out in your sleep. You’ll be chasing after relief all night, dry orgasming again and again, keeping Kaveh awake with your sobs.” A pause. “Or… You can let one of us use you… and maybe you’ll feel better after.”

“No shit.” Al Haitham spits out, cock twitching beneath the thin fabric of his briefs. Clearly his body finds the idea favorable. “Fine. Come here.”

“Actually,” Tighnari begins, gripping his pants, his own arousal setting in. He hadn’t expected this to happen at all – Let alone tonight. “Ask Kaveh. Cyno and I are busy right now.”

“Yeah.” Cyno says, “Let us finish our game first.”

It’s only right. Tighnari had put off playing Genius Invokation TCG with Cyno for the last few weeks. He can’t go back on his promise now.

Plus he’s certain that once Kaveh sees the state Al Haitham is in, he’ll send him back here without actually helping him. Because that’s exactly what Al Haitham would do if the roles were reversed.

“Kaveh’s busy too.” Al Haitham says, his nails scratching at the wood, “You’re not serious.”

“We are.” Tighnari says, “Off you go.”

Al Haitham clicks his teeth. “You did this to me. Help, Tighnari.”

“You did this to yourself. And I did help. I gave you the solution. Now, go.” Tighnari demands. He stands up, walking over to the door and pulling it towards the frame.

He stops just before it closes.

Al Haitham is hovering over Tighnari, eyelids low, flush beneath his cheeks. Tighnari can smell the aphrodisiac all over him. Did he finish the whole drink before noticing…?

There’s something so impossibly alluring about Al Haitham. His eyes are fixed on Tighnari, the air between them so stiff that it feels like they need to pass it between their lips just to breathe. A deep hum emanates in Al Haitham’s chest and Tighnari chases after it, pressing his hand against it, splaying his fingers over the defined muscles.

Al Haitham’s skin is so hot. It makes Tighnari want to pull him inside and have his way with him.

But he has to wait.

“Don’t leave me like this.” Al Haitham pleads.

Al Haitham walked himself right into this situation, and Tighnari isn’t going to take pity on him for not reading the label that said don’t drink on it. If anything, Al Haitham should be apologizing to Tighnari for not listening.

It’s just… Tighnari is becoming excited. Al Haitham unabashedly aroused? Begging them to touch him? Writhing around with need as his cock stays hard and sensitive?

It’s like a dream come true for the three of them. It’s always obvious that Al Haitham cares for them deeply, but he has difficulty showing true vulnerability – and simply getting across the emotions that he feels. This could be good for him in a weird, unexpected way.

Just as Tighnari starts to think that, Al Haitham reaches forward, wrapping his hand around Tighnari’s throat, gently bringing him closer. His hand is hot, fingers tensing around the delicate skin. Tighnari’s breath hitches, the familiar sensation causing him to pause.

Haitham knows exactly what he’s doing to Tighnari right now… and Tighnari aches for it.

His ears twitch, his tail beating behind him too excitedly to hide. Haitham tightens his grip, pulling Tighnari so close that Tighnari holds onto him for support, standing on the tips of his toes.

“Please, Nari.” Haitham whispers, desire dripping from his tongue. “Help me…” he repeats, glancing down at Tighnari’s lips, only a breath away, “I need you.”

Tighnari opens his mouth to reply… but he feels himself start to slip and snaps out of it, gently pushing Haitham away, landing on the soles of his feet.

Everything in him wants to kiss Haitham. Every part of him is dying to feel Haitham’s familiar touch, to drown himself in it, let Haitham use him to fuck the aphrodisiac out of his system.

But he has prior obligations.

He closes the door, heart thumping in his chest. He listens to the sound of Al Haitham walking away, slinking down the hall.

The wait will be worth it.

Tighnari is sure of it.

Al Haitham bursts through his bedroom door with too much force, collapsing to his knees. He’s sweating so much. He’s so hot. He feels like he’ll keel over if someone doesn’t just touch him. It’s like he’s drunk… inebriated. He’s been drugged and it’s all Tighnari’s fault.

So why doesn’t he care?

Why does a very large part of him feel excited?

Al Haitham just hadn’t been thinking straight when he drank it. He should’ve asked himself why Tighnari of all people would make such a big deal about the silly drink and why no one else had dared to consume it yet. Tighnari isn’t scary. Al Haitham thought the promise of sorely regretting something by Tighnari’s standards would be nothing.

Al Haitham really did do this to himself.

And he feels hot.

He opens his mouth to call out to Kaveh but Kaveh’s already crouched down in front of him, smoothing his hair out of his face, “Haitham? What are you doing on the floor in your underwear? And why are you so sweaty?”

“Tighnari…” Haitham rasps, shakily palming the ground, pushing himself upright, “Sex drink.”

“You drank it?!” Kaveh gasps, his eyes widening, “Why in Celestia’s name would you do that?!”

“Fuck all of you.” Al Haitham mutters.

“Aww, don’t be so vulgar, Al Haitham.” Kaveh grins, taking Haitham by the chin, “No one forced you to drink it.”

“Shut up.” Haitham grumbles, heat prickling beneath his cheeks.

Great.

Kaveh’s talking down to him – Literally.

And it’s turning him on.

Kaveh leans in, pressing soft kisses against Haitham’s mouth. Haitham’s skin erupts in tingles, licking across Kaveh’s lips, praying that Kaveh deepens their kiss.

Instead, Kaveh backs away.

“Poor thing. You’re burning up.” he says, thumb running over Haitham’s cheek, “I bet you’re really feeling it now, huh?”

“Of course I am.” Haitham says, reeling from Kaveh’s gentle embrace. His skin is on fire everywhere they connect, fog swirling around his head, “Help me, Kaveh.”

“Aww…” Kaveh mocks, a fake pout just to patronize Haitham in the way he knows Haitham hates (loves), “Is it really so bad that you’re begging already?”

“Of course it is.” Haitham huffs. Kaveh’s soft words infest his mind with ideas. He isn’t sure what his body craves the most. To be fucked? To fuck someone else? To cum? To make someone else cum? All of it, maybe. He’s rapidly falling to pieces.

“Well, I hope you can figure out how to feel better.” Kaveh says, standing back up, “I’m a bit occupied right now.”

“Kaveh!” Haitham snaps, too dizzy to stand up on his own anymore, “Don’t! Please.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I need your help. Just – Two minutes. Please, Kaveh.”

Kaveh makes a humming sound, crouching back down, “Wow, you’re really serious about this, aren’t you?”

“Yes. Very serious.”

“Can you really not handle just sweating it out?”

Judging by the way Tighnari described it? “No. I can’t. I have work in the morning.”

“Right, right.” Kaveh says, nodding along, “Your fancy Acting Grand Sage position. The same one you insulted me about while gloating. Suddenly I feel like I shouldn’t have to help you.”

“I apologized.” Haitham hisses from clenched teeth. Every word Kaveh speaks is causing Haitham to grow more and more aroused. Any more time spent talking to Kaveh and he might pounce on him.

Al Haitham has never had this little control over his urges in his life.

“Hmm… You did apologize. And you have been fairly kind lately – though suspicious.”

“I’m always kind.” Al Haitham grumbles.

“So you say.” A pause. “Alright. Two minutes.”

“Really?” Al Haitham blurts out, the most eager he’s heart himself sound in years.

“Really.” Kaveh chuckles, running his thumb over Haitham’s bottom lip, “Do you want me to fill your mouth? Maybe that will help.”

Al Haitham groans, a pang of pleasure so intense at the words that he slumps into Kaveh’s slim frame. “Yes.” That’s what his body wants. That’s what his body needs.

“Alright. Be a good boy and sit still. I’m going to pull my chair over here.”

Ugh.

‘Good boy’.

Haitham would scold Kaveh – tell him not to call him that. But he’s blushing and desperate and his dick is throbbing with so much need that he’ll let Kaveh call him anything if it means he’s one step closer to getting rid of this unbearable heat.

He’ll do whatever Kaveh wants.

Kaveh carefully sets the chair in front of Al Haitham, making his way in front of it and sitting down. He coquettishly unbuttons his boxers, holding Haitham’s gaze as he pulls himself out of the hole. He’s clearly not as unbearably aroused as Haitham is, but Haitham doesn’t care. His heart is still pounding just watching Kaveh prep himself for him.

Haitham stares with heavy eyelids, squirming as Kaveh tugs on himself, slowly filling out in his palm. Haitham’s mouth aches for Kaveh, salivating, jaw going slack as Kaveh grabs him by the back of his hair, moving him closer.

Haitham feels so unlike himself. He whines as Kaveh’s hand touches him. He whines again as Kaveh taps himself against his tongue, teasing him, drawing more and more uncharacteristic noises out of him.

Haitham nearly starts to protest as Kaveh finally pushes inside.

Perfection.

Haitham swallows Kaveh down, far too eager for this. Kaveh feels amazing. Haitham reaches behind his head, pressing down on Kaveh’s hand, a silent request for tighter and harder and Kaveh picks up on it, bundling Haitham's hair in a firm grip as he starts to move his hips.

Al Haitham had originally denied Tighnari’s diagnosis of an ‘oral fixation’... but moments like these make Haitham bite his tongue. Nothing could feel better than this. Kaveh is the perfect fit, and Haitham loves taking him all the way, feeling his nose press into Kaveh’s brown hairs, feeling the pressure of Kaveh’s fingers as he guides him back up.

Kaveh is always the most gentle – or he tries to be – but he often loses himself in the rhythm, using Haitham’s mouth like he’s nothing but a plaything, and Haitham would beg for it right now if Kaveh asked him to.

Haitham’s thighs are trembling, narrowly keeping from touching himself, so unbearably turned on. Pleasure wells hot in his stomach, his nails scratching at Kaveh’s inner thighs. Kaveh responds to the slight pain, fucking into his mouth nice and deep, so deep that Haitham chokes.

“F-fuck…” Haitham coughs as Kaveh pulls out, blinking away the thick layer of lust obscuring his vision. Haitham can feel his own saliva dripping down his chin and he shudders, meeting Kaveh’s hazy gaze.

Kaveh looks just about as out of it as Haitham expected. He isn’t saying anything – not that he ever really does when he’s getting attention like this. It’s obvious he’s trying to stay quiet, to keep some sort of leverage over Haitham.

He gives up once Haitham’s lips are wrapped around him again.

“Nngh–! Archons, Haitham.” Kaveh sighs, faint moans, “You’re getting so much better at this.”

Haitham frowns, the expression quickly wiped away as Kaveh scoots closer to the edge of his chair, holding Haitham’s head still and thrusting into him, hitting the back of his throat.

“Oh, god.” Kaveh gasps, “Fuck. Fuck.” He audibly gulps, “Just like that.”

“Mmmgh–” Haitham goes, his stomach twisting with butterflies. Kaveh’s moans are like music to his weak ears. His eyes roll up, cock twitching between his thighs, his hand quickly descending beneath his waistband, taking himself in hand. He’s unbearably sensitive, enough so that he moans all over Kaveh’s dick, hissing when he feels his orgasm already barreling toward him again. Kaveh catches on to what he’s doing, gently kicking Haitham’s hand away from himself.

“N-not yet.” Kaveh breathes, “Wait, Al Haitham.” He pushes Haitham’s head off of him by the forehead, stroking himself a few times before sitting up, tugging his boxers down. They fall to his ankles, Haitham’s chest tightening as he realizes what Kaveh wants.

Fuck.

Kaveh sits again, scooching his ass to the edge of the chair, heels digging into wood, prying his cheeks apart for Haitham to sink his face into.

“Come on,” Kaveh urges, “You want to, don’t you?”

“Yes.” Haitham breathes, eagerly scooting closer, “Yes, Kaveh.”

“Then beg.” Kaveh commands, snapping his thighs shut, blocking Haitham’s view. “Beg me to let you taste me.”

Haitham hates his oral fixation. He hates that he yearns for this. It’s dirty and degrading and belittling and that’s exactly what makes him crave it.

“Please, Kaveh.” he begs, “Let me. Please.” His voice is so hoarse.

“Let you what?”

“Taste you.”

“Taste me where?”

“Everywhere.” Haitham blushes, head growing foggy.

Humiliating.

“That’s right.” Kaveh laughs, parting his thighs as Haitham desperately leans in, “Good boy.”

Haitham grips Kaveh by the waist as he flicks his wet tongue against the sensitive skin, drawing a circle around it, prodding at his hole.

He sighs deeply through his nose, a shiver up his spine as he tongues his way inside.

It’s stupid that Haitham likes degrading things. Foolish that he wants to be made an embarrassment of like this.

Kaveh’s arms tremble and he lets go of himself, tugging at Haitham’s hair, relaxing into it. “Yes, Haitham. Like that.”

Haitham pulls his tongue out, lapping at the outside, nipping at it with his lips before pushing his tongue back in.

His entire body feels like lava, like he’ll evaporate if he gets any hotter. Kaveh tastes good and he wishes he could stand up and push inside him, hump him until he cums and fills Kaveh up.

This isn't enough at all, and Haitham doesn't understand how anything ever could be.

The only coherent thoughts going through his mind are how much he needs to cum and how much he needs to make Kaveh cum.

Two minutes, right?

He knows exactly what to do.

He runs his tongue upward, curling it around Kaveh’s balls, sucking one into his mouth. Kaveh gasps and Haitham takes Kaveh’s shaft in hand, jerking him off as fast as his weak hand can.

Kaveh is easy, so it doesn’t take long. He squirms and whimpers and pulls on Haitham’s hair so tight that Haitham growls, feeling Kaveh’s dick pulse in his hand as he climaxes. His heels slip, thighs on either side of Al Haitham’s face, his cum spurting all over his own stomach.

Haitham starts to ease away but Kaveh pulls him back in, making Haitham clean up the mess.

It’s unusually sweet on Haitham’s tongue, probably a symptom of the aphrodisiac. Haitham obediently cleans it all, moaning as Kaveh presses his thumb in Haitham’s mouth, running it over his wet tongue.

“That’s it?” Kaveh asks, his eyes glazed over, “Was that really satisfying for you?”

“No.” Haitham groans, feeling his erection uncomfortably pressing up against his boxers, “T-touch me. Please.”

“No.” Kaveh says, shakily standing up. His thumb slips out of Haitham’s mouth and Al Haitham instantly grieves the loss of pressure. “I’m busy. Go ask Cyno.”

…Of course, Kaveh would say that. Haitham doesn’t even have the strength to argue.

Because part of him hoped Kaveh would say no.

“He’s busy.”

“Tighnari?”

“He’s busy, too.”

“Then wait until they’re ready for you.”

Haitham tries to stand, instantly collapsing into Kaveh’s arms. Kaveh helps him the rest of the way up, planting a kiss against his pliant lips.

“There,” he says, “For good luck.”

Haitham blushes, leaning in to kiss Kaveh again. Kaveh steps away.

“Kaveh.” Haitham sighs, “Please?”

Kaveh taps his finger against his lips, a smug grin, “It’s so funny seeing you like this. Cyno and Tighnari are going to have so much fun with you.”

“I don’t see what could be fun about me in this state.” Haitham grumbles.

“Would you have fun with me if I were like this right now?” Kaveh asks, a raised brow.

Haitham imagines Kaveh as unbearably aroused as he is right now and full-on shudders, inhaling to suppress his moan. “Y-yeah…”

“Now you get it.” Kaveh says, reaching forward and ruffling his hair, “See you later.”

“Hm.” Haitham goes, shakily turning on his feet.

“Don’t fall on your way over. Crawl if you have to!”

“I’m not gonna–”

Haitham trips, plummeting ungracefully to the floor.

He can still hear Kaveh’s laugh echoing in his mind as he crawls down the hall.

“Now I’ll put the–”

Knock knock knock.

“We’re not done yet.”

Knock knock.

“Come back later.”

“Please.” Haitham’s voice comes, something thudding against the door, “Cyno….”

Knock knock.

“Tighnari….”

Cyno and Tighnari still haven’t finished playing. But some eye candy wouldn’t hurt.

Tighnari gets up, walking over to their door and carefully opening it, Haitham practically falling into his arms.

His body is even sweatier now, wet against Tighnari’s fur. He’s heavy, naked muscular frame clinging onto Tighnari like he’s his last lifeline.

Just as Tighnari suspected. Kaveh didn’t help him.

“How are you feeling?” Tighnari asks.

“I need you.” Haitham whispers, right in Tighnari’s ear, “Please, Nari.”

Tighnari shudders, holding Al Haitham a bit tighter. “Need me?”

“Need you.” Haitham repeats, nearly slipping out of Tighnari’s arms, “H-help.”

Tighnari reaches a hand down, running it along Haitham’s slick stomach, “Work for it.”

“Again?” Haitham retorts.

“Show me how much you crave me and maybe I’ll think about touching you.”

Haitham jolts, pleasure coursing through him, “Mmph– Stop teasing me.”

“You're so pathetic right now.” Tighnari says. He stops holding him, watching him sink to his knees.

His head hangs low, too weak to get back up, just staring at the ground beneath him.

Tighnari thinks about how much better he’d look with his arms bound behind his back.

So he does just that.

Haitham doesn’t protest. He barely says anything at all. He lets Tighnari tie him up, lets Tighnari blindfold him, lets Tighnari help him onto the bed, left to sit there until he and Cyno finish playing.

He’s quiet and patient, struggling in his restraints as he waits. Tighnari glances over from time to time, seeing Haitham so desperate that he’s grinding in mid-air, eventually slumping down until his shaft rubs up against the covers. And then he’s on his stomach, desperately humping.

“Please.” he rasps, the word spilling from his hungry lips, “Nari.” he pants out, “Cyno. Touch me. Please.”

He’s being so unlike himself. The aphrodisiac must have finally reached its full effect.

“Quiet.” Tighnari scolds, “Be still.”

Haitham stops, biting at the covers, hoarse breaths, “Please. I’ll do anything.”

Tighnari wonders how hard it must be for him. Under the influence of an aphrodisiac. Blindfolded and tied up, listening to Cyno and Tighnari quietly play. He has no idea how long it’s been – how long it will be. He’s probably strained from whatever Kaveh put him through and he clearly hasn’t been touched yet.

Perhaps Tighnari should have mercy on him. It wouldn’t hurt for Cyno and him to finish playing after Haitham is normal again…

But the sadist in him wants to see Al Haitham completely unravel. He knows Al Haitham can take it. He knows that he will love it.

So he ignores Haitham’s plea, turning back to Cyno.

It takes about 20 minutes for them to finally finish.

Haitham is a puddle on the bed, already having made himself cum from nothing. He’s making a mess and Tighnari couldn’t be any more happy they put down a towel.

“Stop moving.” he commands, approaching the bed. Cyno is beside him, already pulling his shirt over his head, “We’re going to bed. You’re in the way.”

“Get up.” Cyno says, playing along.

“No!” Haitham blurts out, so worked up that he’s drooling, “Archons, you two. Don’t be assholes.”

“We’re assholes because we want to go to sleep in our bed?”

“Fuck me.” Haitham begs, his eyebrows furrowing, “Please just fucking help me. Anything. I’ll do anything.”

Tighnari is already hard. Having listened to Al Haitham whimper for the last 20 minutes was more than enough to make Tighnari crave him. He reaches down, running his fingers through Al Haitham’s damp hair.

“Anything?”

“Anything.” Haitham repeats, nuzzling into Tighnari’s palm. “Come on, Nari. I love you.”

Tighnari’s eyes widen, heat spreading through his cheeks. I love you? Al Haitham is desperate enough to willingly utter such vulnerable words?

“Are you okay?” Tighnari asks, heart thundering in his chest, “Are we being too rough with you?”

“I’m fine.” Haitham asserts, “I can’t say I love you?”

“Y-you can!” Tighnari flusters, “It’s just–”

“He loves you too, Haitham.” Cyno cuts in, “Now quiet so we can use you. You know how hard it was to focus while listening to you constantly moan?”

“Not my fault.” Al Haitham grunts out, “Like I’d do that on purpose.”

“Ungh… Please…” Cyno parrots, wriggling out of his shorts, “Help, Cyno…. Help, Tighnari… I never thought you’d beg so much unprompted. If I’d known that, I would’ve given you that drink myself just for a chance to watch you be this pathetic.”

“Mnnnngh…” Haitham drawls, kneading his forehead in the covers, “Again, Cyno. Say it again.”

Cyno smirks, “Pathetic whore.”

Haitham lets out a restrained groan, breath growing heavy, “Ngh–! H-haah.”

“How depraved.” Cyno grins, climbing up onto the bed, “Don’t worry. Nari and I will take care of you. Right, Nari?”

Tighnari’s still recovering from the sudden love admission, quickly wiping the blush from his face. “Yeah,” he says, reaching for the waistband of his pants, “We’ll help you.”

Cyno grabs Haitham by his bound arms, helping him to sit upright, “First though, you’re going to work for it. That was the deal, right?”

“Haven’t I done enough?” Haitham grumbles.

“By enough, do you mean making a mess all over our bed?” Tighnari asks, climbing onto the bed in front of him. He reaches up and lifts his blindfold, unveiling Al Haitham’s deteriorated state. He has tears in his eyes, his lips bitten red, staring back at Tighnari with so much need that Tighnari nearly cracks.

“Kiss me.” Al Haitham whispers, eyes flickering down to Tighnari’s lips, “Fucking kiss me already.”

Tighnari gives in.

He wraps his arms around Al Haitham’s shoulders, kissing his pretty bruised lips, slipping his tongue in his mouth. Haitham bites wherever he can – Tighnari’s tongue, his bottom lip, his neck when Tighnari tilts his head away.

Tighnari melts under his rough touch, and he almost forgets his plan, almost pulls Haitham down with him, almost wraps his legs around Haitham’s waist.

Instead, he shoves Haitham away, licking Haitham’s taste off his lips.

He wants to say something… but his head is already growing cloudy. Haitham being this desperate is just as delicious as Tighnari imagined. He just didn’t expect that seeing Haitham like this would make him feel so unraveled. How can he possibly pace himself when his boyfriend is offering himself to him on a silver platter?

This is going to be over rather quickly, isn’t it?

He sits back on his heels, taking his swollen erection in hand, slowly stroking himself. It sends sparks of electricity through his skin, his tail wagging aimlessly behind him. Even if he wanted to pretend he wasn’t looking forward to this, his body always gives him away. His cheeks are hot, so Tighnari knows they’re red… And his legs shake ever so slightly, adrenaline running on high, heart pounding away like a drum, drowning out the sounds of the room.

Cyno catches on to how quickly Tighnari’s losing himself because he reaches over, pushing Tighnari’s hand off of himself, replacing it with his own.

Tighnari moans, head shooting back, sighing as Cyno kisses at his neck, sucking at the spot he knows is most sensitive.

Tighnari can’t help but clutch onto him.

His head slowly lowers, Cyno trailing sweet kisses up his jaw until their lips meet, Tighnari wriggling his hand between Cyno’s thighs.

It feels so good. Cyno always knows exactly what Tighnari likes. And it’s even hotter knowing Al Haitham is forced to watch them, forced to wish they would include him, tied up and throbbing with expectancy.

Tighnari opens one eye, tilting his head just enough to see Haitham, and surely enough, Haitham’s staring directly at him, longing written all over his face.

Tighnari’s tail swishes faster.

He wants Al Haitham badly enough that it’s painful. He wants to fuck Haitham so hard that he can’t walk in the morning. Wants to tear every bit of attitude left inside him away until all he can manage to say is thank you.

That’s why Tighnari is making him wait.

That’s why he shoves Cyno down, climbs onto his lap, and grinds against him.

Cyno chokes out a groan, hands gripping Tighnari’s waist.

“N-Nari…” he whispers, his hips starting to meet Tighnari’s movements. It’s clear he wasn’t expecting this, but he doesn’t complain at all, just keeps his jaw clenched, trying his best not to cum from this. Tighnari’s shaft rubs up Cyno’s stomach, ass pressing back against his erection, Cyno pinned between him and the headboard.

Al Haitham lets out a quiet, “Fuck.” squirming as he watches them, knees digging into the mattress.

Tighnari wonders what he’s thinking. The aphrodisiac he drank has unpredictable effects on each person who takes it. What is it doing to Haitham’s mind?

If not for tying Al Haitham’s arms, Tighnari is almost certain that he would have caved to Haitham’s pleas by now. Would’ve let Haitham’s strong hands have their way with him, sweat-slicked body on top of his, humping away until he finally worked the substance out of his system.

Cyno grips Tighnari harder, holding him still, thrusting against the cleft of his ass, faster and faster, moaning into Tighnari’s mouth as he finally goes still, catching his breath.

“Fuck, Nari.” he curses, panting, “You feel so good.”

Al Haitham growls from beside them. It’s involuntary, deep from within his chest, drawing both their attention.

“I can’t take it anymore.” he says in a low voice, “I’m gonna— I feel like I’m–” He shakes his head, thighs squeezing together, “You’re both heartless.”

“Heartless?” Cyno goes, a callus smile, “You’re getting frustrated, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” Haitham says all too quickly.

“And you love being this frustrated. Right?”

Haitham clicks his teeth, a scowl crossing his face, “....Yes.”

“Then how are we being heartless?” Cyno asks, his hand running down Tighnari’s chest, leaving shivers in its wake, “We’re just giving you a show.”

Al Haitham starts to reply but Cyno draws Tighnari back into a kiss, palming Tighnari’s ass in both hands, prying his cheeks apart as he slides his cock between them, rutting against him.

Tighnari can hardly stand it. This is so dirty. They’re being so evil and all the bound Haitham can do is sit there and watch.

They asked him to work for it and instead they’re just fucking each other in front of him.

It’s so bad but it feels so good and Tighnari swallows down Cyno’s moans, arching his back, feeling Cyno rub up against his entrance.

He’s so indecisive because now he just yearns for Cyno to fuck him and make Al Haitham watch and wait until they’re finished. Because that is what would send Haitham over the edge – That’s what would unravel him, leave him so desperate that all he can do is thank them when they finally place a hand on him.

“Fuck.” Al Haitham repeats, louder this time, the bed creaking as he shifts, “I-I can’t take it. Please. Please just help me.”

Haitham’s begging is entirely too arousing. Tighnari throbs just hearing it, reaching between his thighs and tugging on himself in time with Cyno’s thrusts.

“Fuck you both.” Al Haitham hisses, desire pouring from his words, “I need you so much. I-It hurts.”

“Good.” Cyno says breathlessly, reaching his arm to the side and palming around the nightstand for the lube, “Keep watching.”

Tighnari inhales sharply, feeling the cold liquid press against his skin.

Archons.

They’re really doing this, aren’t they?

A deep heat spreads through him and his heart begins to pound again.

This is way too hot.

“Shit.” Haitham swears, another involuntary growl, “God.”

“I bet you wish I was using this on you, don’t you?” Cyno asks, slicking it over Tighnari’s opening, “I bet you’d do anything just for some relief.”

“I would!” Al Haitham blurts out. He attempts to bite back the onslaught of similar cries daring to pour out, but he fails, his mouth rambling on, “Fuck. Fuck…. Yes–! Please, Cyno. Please. I can’t take it. I can’t do this. I’m so fucking hard. It hurts, Cyno.”

Cyno’s nails dig into Tighnari’s side, a hard swallow, “Yeah?”

“Yes! Y-yes!”

He’s so eager. He’s like a dog.

“You want me to fuck you?” Cyno asks.

“Yes.” Haitham whines, squirming so badly now that he nearly tilts over.

Cyno turns to Tighnari, their faces a breath apart. He speaks quietly as their eyes lock, whispering just loud enough for Haitham to overhear, “What do you think? You take his mouth, and I…”

“Yes!” Al Haitham interrupts, “Please, Nari!”

Tighnari’s ear twitches hearing Haitham say his name in that tone.

The idea of sinking into Haitham’s mouth makes his head spin.

All he can manage is a nod.

Cyno gently helps Tighnari off his lap, Tighnari feeling the cold air brush against the wet liquid on his skin. Cyno makes his way behind Haitham, undoing the rope around his arms, finally letting him free.

“There.” Cyno says.

Haitham sighs as the tension around his arms disappears. The loose ropes slide down, Haitham clenching and unclenching his fingers, the autonomy returning to him.

“Took you long enough.” Haitham grumbles, still somehow managing to backtalk.

Cyno takes Haitham by the back of his hair, shoving him down onto his hands and knees, “Quiet. I don’t want to hear another word out of you.”

“Or what?” Haitham asks, still confident enough to push his luck.

“Or I’ll remind you of your place.” Cyno says, a dark look in his eyes as he drizzles the lube over his small fingers, sliding them between Haitham’s ass cheeks.

Haitham’s composure cracks. His eyes widen, blush rapidly deepening, nose scrunching up as his head dips, arms beginning to tremble.

“That’s it…” Cyno says, pressing his fingers inside him, “There you are.”

Haitham whimpers, drooling from his parted lips, “G-gah…” he huffs out, breathing hoarsely, “S-so…. So good.” he murmurs, his noises growing more and more depraved, “T-thank you.”

“What are you?” Cyno asks, pushing his fingers in all the way to the knuckle.

“I’m..” Haitham gulps. He hesitates, fingers curling into the blanket, gripping it into tight fists, “I’m… I’m not saying that.”

“Say it.” Cyno commands. He runs his freehand down Haitham’s back, guiding him into an arch.

“A whore.” Haitham whispers.

“Say it again.”

“Mmmmgh…. a whore.” Haitham moans.

“Whose?”

“Yours, Cyno. I’m yours.”

Cyno’s hand rains down, swiping across Haitham’s ass with a satisfying spank!

“That’s right, Haitham. You’re ours.”

Haitham recoils from the impact, chest slumping down onto the bed, ass raised high in the air, submitting himself to the feeling of Cyno’s fingers fucking into him. His eyes are so foggy that he looks like he can hardly see straight.

Tighnari’s hand is wrapped around himself, desperately tugging, a hard swallow as he gets to his knees, shuffling over in front of Haitham, lifting his head just high enough that he can finally do what he’s been craving since Haitham walked in earlier.

Tighnari wants to savor this and take his time… But seeing Haitham out of it like this gives him the incurable urge to fill his mouth. It takes hardly a second before he taps himself against Haitham’s soft lips, pushing his hips up as he eases inside.

“Fuck.” he swears, losing himself in Haitham’s hot, wet mouth. Haitham’s tongue curls around him, sliding down his shaft, feebly moving his head up and down, arms still trembling beneath him. It’s readily apparent that Tighnari has to do all the work here, so he holds Haitham’s head in place, bucking his hips up to meet Haitham’s mouth again and again, moaning as Haitham takes him all the way with ease.

It’s so hot… so wet. Tighnari tenses, letting out an unfavorable sound as he grips Haitham’s hair in a tight fist, fucking him so deeply that he hits his the back of his throat.

Archons, Tighnari can’t last like this. But he can’t stop. Not when Al Haitham is being this fucking submissive.

Cyno finally gets inside him, letting out an, “Oh, fuck.” as his hips meet his ass. He locks eyes with Tighnari from across, eyes rolling up, biting down on his bottom lip as he begins to thrust.

“So hot.” Cyno gulps, shaking his head in disbelief, “He’s so hot, Nari.” Cyno’s head ducks, hair falling in his face, hips stuttering as he tries to keep a rhythm going, “Too tight… I’m–” gasp, “Shit.”

He grips Haitham’s waist, holding his body still as he plunges into him.

Haitham moans with every thrust, his deep voice vibrating against Tighnari’s dick, muffled and needy, breathing heavily through his nose.

Tighnari thinks he might die like this. It feels so good. He’s spiraling, dizzy with pleasure, too blissed-out to focus.

He hears the sound of Cyno’s hips smacking against Haitham’s ass and he throbs, pausing his movements, panting as he tries to keep from spilling over.

He’s so close.

Way too close.

He doesn’t want it to be over so soon.

But he can’t hold it.

He can’t.

He swallows down the sticky lump in his throat, clenching his eyes shut and pulling out of Haitham’s impossibly perfect mouth, stroking his glistening shaft a few times before shoving it back in, holding his head still as he pulses hot cum down Al Haitham’s throat.

He’s making so much noise. He’s moaning, shaking, feeling Haitham’s throat move around him and he slides out, harsh breaths, struggling to open his eyes because they’ve rolled so far up into his skull.

Cyno’s still going, faster, nails lodged in Haitham’s skin as he tries to hold back.

Haitham’s louder with his mouth empty. He’s grunting, growling from deep in his chest, head buried between Tighnari’s thighs.

“Thank you.” he’s saying, over and over again, “Thank you, Cyno. Cyno–!”

Tighnari tries to stay upright but he collapses beside them, head beside Cyno’s knees. The bed rocks from the intensity of Cyno’s movements, Tighnari recovering from the intense pleasure, just listening to their moans.

He can see Haitham’s dripping erection from here, the way it bobs up and down with each jet forward of his body. It’s so hard that it’s red… and a primal part of Tighnari’s brain is making him salivate.

He wants his mouth around Haitham. He wants to taste him, draw those noises out of him, be the one to make him cum.

Cyno reaches his limit, crying out, thrusting one last time before he collapses on top of Haitham, filling him up.

Haitham slumps down, still moaning like a broken record. Cyno pulls out, watching as his cum drips out of Haitham. It’s such an arousing sight. Tighnari can hardly tear his eyes away.

Cyno runs a hand through his damp hair, brushing it out of his face.

“Shit.” he goes, blushing as he observes his work, “Damn.”

Haitham is so undone. He feebly grinds against the towel beneath him, trying to make himself orgasm.

Tighnari doesn’t think. He just takes Al Haitham and rolls him onto his back, leaning over and getting his mouth around him.

“T-Tighnari!” Haitham blurts out.

His back arches in response, toes curling, head writhing back and forth on the mattress as instantly his orgasm rushes through him. It’s so powerful – He’s shaking, grabbing onto Tighnari’s arm, grounding himself while the feeling overpowers his senses.

Tighnari snaps his head away, bracing himself as Haitham’s cum spurts into the air, onto Tighnari’s hair, Cyno’s body, Haitham’s chest rising and falling quickly.

…Wow.

“What a mess.” Cyno sighs, his cheeks still stained red.

Haitham rolls onto his side, teary-eyed, the aphrodisiac completely fucked out of his system.

He looks just about how Tighnari feels.

Through his daze, he locks eyes with Tighnari, grip tightening around his arm as he effortlessly pulls Tighnari on top of him, pressing their lips together.

Haitham’s kiss is intense. There are so many emotions trapped behind it. Frustration, relief, lust, hopefulness.

It leaves Tighnari breathless.

He folds his arms around Haitham, hugging him close while Haitham’s tongue forces its way into his mouth.

Distantly he hears Cyno flop down onto the bed, most likely in his typical star-fish formation, drifting off. He tries to think about how cute he probably looks (because Cyno always looks cute when he sleeps…) but Al Haitham bites his lip, moaning into it… and Tighnari melts.

He loses himself in their kiss. Resigns himself to Haitham’s frustration, lets Haitham roll him onto his back, moaning in delight as Haitham yanks his hips against his waist, pinning his arms above his head and keeping them there with a firm grip.

His warm hand slides up Tighnari’s stomach, gropes at his chest, eases down his side and palms his ass.

He’s suffocating Tighnari in the best way.

Tighnari can hardly stand it.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” Haitham asks, right against Tighnari’s lips.

Tighnari can’t form words anymore. He nods, their heads moving together.

“I need you to beg.” Haitham says, hand gently lifting up Tighnari’s thigh, “Show me how much you want it.”

“Haitham…” Tighnari breathes, head so foggy that he just kisses him, “Please.”

“Again.”

“Please.”

“Again.”

“I need you.”

Al Haitham chuckles, kissing him again, “Wow.” he goes, a mocking tone, “You’re so pathetic right now.”

Tighnari’s heart skips… and then he rolls his eyes, gently kicking Haitham away, “Whatever.”

Of course Haitham would jump at the chance to exact revenge.

Kaveh was right when he said Haitham was becoming more petty since dating the two of them.

“What?” Haitham asks, hardly able to contain the smugness radiating through him.

“Get out.” Tighnari says, sitting up now. Cyno is laying on his back, eyes closed, mouth wide open as he sinks into the mattress. Just as Tighnari expected.

“I never said I wasn’t going to fuck you.” Al Haitham clarifies, still with that smug look.

“Go to bed, Al Haitham.” Tighnari groans, shaking his head at the insufferable man. How is he so in love with him?

Haitham just smirks, sitting on the edge of the bed while Tighnari gets up, walking to the closet and grabbing another towel.

“That was fun.” Haitham says softly, more serious now. “Thanks for the lesson.”

“It better stick this time.” Tighnari says, unable to wipe the growing smile from his face. He runs the towel across his skin, over his hair, a deep sigh as he realizes he’s going to have to drag the sleepy Cyno into a shower with him. “How did it feel?”

“Insufferable.” Al Haitham says instantly.

“Did you enjoy it, though?”

Haitham takes longer to reply this time, finally deciding on, “Yes.”

“Would you do it again? Given you actually knew what you were taking, of course.”

Haitham sighs, obviously flustered over the idea. “Maybe.”

Tighnari’s smile grows even wider.

He’s so cute.

“Ah. I can’t believe you stole my drink.” Tighnari says, shaking his head, “What were you thinking?”

“You stole mine first. Didn’t you?” Haitham asks. Tighnari hears him stand up, shivers up his spine as Haitham’s tall frame approaches from behind, hand slinking around his waist. “Little thief.” he murmurs, burying his face in the space between Tighnari’s ears.

Al Haitham is so affectionate sometimes. It always makes Tighnari freeze up, too flustered to move.

He’s so warm. Tighnari thinks about inviting Haitham to sleep in their bed with them. He’s yearning to cuddle, feel Haitham’s arms wrapped around him, listen to his snores.

He doesn’t manage to get the words out, though. Suddenly he’s too bashful.

Haitham kisses the top of his head, following it with a gentle kiss against his cheek, lingering for a moment before wordlessly walking away.

The door softly shuts behind him.

Tighnari finally breathes, basking in the warmth of Al Haitham’s kiss.

He has such a crush on his own boyfriend. It still doesn’t feel real that they’re all together. But he couldn’t be any happier for it.

He wraps the towel around his waist and walks over to the bed, gently nudging Cyno awake who shoots up with an amusing, “Huh?!”

“Time to wash up.” Tighnari says, pulling the used towel off of the bed, planning to drop it in the laundry chute, “Come on.”

“Oh, yeah.” Cyno says, wiping the sleep from his eyes, “I see he left you…” Cyno points at the towel, “hanging.”

“B…Because it’s a towel?” Tighnari asks, his eyelids lowering.

Cyno nods, but he doesn’t verbally acknowledge it, because he’s too busy rattling his next jokes off, “All I saw was how fast you folded.” he says, raising an eyebrow, “I guess you could say that I watched it all… unfold.”

“Are you seriously making jokes about towels mere seconds after waking up?” Tighnari asks, shaking his head in fond disbelief. “And two ‘fold’ jokes in a row? That’s kinda forced, don’t you think?”

“May the forced be with you.” Cyno mumbles, his own eyebrows furrowing. “That’s from Star Battles. Get it?”

“Okay, that’s it. You’re incoherent.” Tighnari says, letting out a chuckle, “Come on, let’s go wash up.”

“Wash the rush?” Cyno asks.

Tighnari groans, peeling Cyno off the bed by the arms, “Enough. No more terrible jokes.”

Cyno makes a sleepy noise, stumbling off the bed, letting Tighnari drag him away.

They walk quietly into the hall.

Cyno speaks first.

“I think we stayed up too late.” he sighs, pulling one hand away to brush his hair out of his face.

“Yeah, you think?” Tighnari smiles.

“I wonder if Kaveh is still awake.” Cyno says, staring at Haitham and Kaveh’s door as they pass by.

“Wanna check?”

“Hmm… No.” Cyno says, “I don’t want to disturb him. He’s probably in the groove.”

“Are you sure?” Tighnari asks, pausing walking, Cyno bumping into him. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”

Cyno squeezes Tighnari’s hand a bit tighter before letting go, walking back to the door. Tighnari follows after him.

Curiously enough, Al Haitham isn’t inside. Kaveh is sitting at his desk, presumably sketching.

“Let’s not bother him.” Cyno whispers, starting to back awa–

Kaveh whirls around, eyes going wide as he sees them, “Are you guys already done?!”

“Y-yeah!” Tighnari splutters, “S-sorry! Did you want to–”

“What time is it?!” Kaveh panics, looking around for a clock, jaw dropping as he sees the time, “What?! How? Argh. I got too into this again.” he groans, dropping his paper on the desk. He stands up, shaking his head as he approaches the pair, pulling them both into a warm hug. “Goodnight, my loves.”

“Goodnight, Kaveh.” they say in unison.

Tighnari buries his head in Kaveh’s chest, inhaling deeply, “You smell good.”

“You both smell like sex.” he replies, snorting as Cyno lets out a discontented sound.

“We’re gonna shower and then head to bed.” Tighnari explains, stepping away, Cyno following suit. “Don’t stay up too late.”

“I won’t, I won’t.” Kaveh says, flashing Tighnari the prettiest smile. “Or – I’ll try at least. Where’s the brooding grump?”

“Probably in his office cooling off.” Cyno guesses, a smile tugging at his lips, “But why would he need to do that? That would be pupa-sterous. What’s he so scarab’out?”

Silence.

“Maybe he didn’t think there would be mushroom in here for henna berry to–”

“Okay!” Tighnari blurts out, grabbing Cyno by the hand and dragging him out of the room. “Goodbye, Kaveh.”

“Bye!” Kaveh calls after them, pulling the door shut.

“Tough crowd.” Cyno grumbles.

“It’s the middle of the night.” Tighnari sighs, “Please, Cyno.”

Cyno just laughs.