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“Is that really what you want?”

What?

Of course it is.

…I think.

No, I do want it.

Right?

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Kaveh was crying in his room again. Alhaitham had said something out of pocket again and hurt his feelings. It was probably his own fault again. Maybe if he was less hard headed this wouldn’t have happened.

Kaveh shakes his head, don’t think like that. He thinks, wandering over to his desk and sitting down. Alhaitham locked him in his room because he “can’t stand him right now”, so he’s getting a little restless. He’s worried Alhaitham is still angry, but he’s also starving . He didn’t eat much yesterday because Alhaitham insisted they stay in bed all day. I missed an important meeting, but Alhaitham said it would be fine so it should be. He thinks, looking at the door from his desk.

He bites his lip. Should he risk knocking on the door? He really doesn’t want to disturb Alhaitham if he’s still mad, but he hasn’t eaten in 2 days and it’s been 3 hours since he locked him in here. Kaveh stands up, deciding to take the risk,

“Alhaitham?” He says gently, knocking on the door,

“What?” A voice answers, sounding gruff and uncaring,

“Could I come out? Or at least have some food? I haven’t eaten in like 2 days…” Kaveh asks, laughing nervously to try and lighten the mood,

“How is that my problem?” He responds, still with that monotone voice of his.

Because you were the one that wouldn’t let me leave the bed. Kaveh thinks bitterly, “It’s not…I was just asking, I’m sorry.” He says apologetically.

Alhaitham scoffs, “Maybe think next time before asking then.” He responds. Footsteps walk away from the door signaling Alhaitham was done talking to him. Kaveh sighed, looking around his room. He should start storing food here, just in case.

Kaveh looked around to see if he maybe had some snacks laying around, but he came up empty handed. Defeated, he flopped down onto his bed, looking at the clock.

9:16 P.M. Alhaitham should be coming to visit him soon even though he just spoke to him so Kaveh laid on his side in wait. He didn’t really have anything else to do besides waiting. Sure he could draw, play an instrument, or write, but lately he’s been finding less passion in the things he typically enjoys. He’s just so tired.

A knock at the door makes him raise his head.

“Kaveh, I’m coming in.” Alhaitham says firmly before swinging open the door. He steps in and walks over to the bed Kaveh is laying on, climbing behind him and wrapping his arms around him,

“Have you learned your lesson?” Alhaitham asks, peppering kisses on the nape of Kaveh’s neck.

What lesson? Kaveh thinks to himself. At this point, these little “sessions” of him being locked in his room are really just a power play. The whole reason he had been locked in here in the first place was because Kaveh pointed out Alhaitham has been coming home later than usual.

Is he cheating on me? The thought taints Kaveh’s mind. Cheating is a strong word even if Alhaitham is seeing someone on the side. Kaveh doesn’t even really know if they’re in a relationship. Alhaitham has never called him his boyfriend or lover or anything of the sort, and he hasn’t done so either.

Kaveh is forcefully ripped from his thoughts as a hand wraps around his throat from behind him,

“I don’t appreciate being ignored, Kaveh. You of all people should know that.”

He does. Of course he does. He didn’t intend to ignore him, his mind just started to wander,

“…Sorry. I’m sorry. I was just reflecting.” He says hurriedly, “I learned my lesson, I’m sorry for being overbearing.” He says, playing up his sadness to try and gain some kind of sympathy.

Alhaitham hums in acknowledgement, nuzzling into Kaveh, “Were you jealous?” He asked. Kaveh could feel him smile against his back,

“Should I be?” Kaveh answers, debating trying to create space between the two so he could look at him but ultimately deciding it would make him pissed.

Alhaitham thought for a moment, “I suppose jealousy is a normal thing in any relationship, so probably.” He deducted. Kaveh sighed (whether that sigh was relief or sadness he wasn’t entirely sure),

“So we are dating.” He said to himself. Unfortunately, he said it a bit too loud. Alhaitham instantly pulled away and sat up. Kaveh debated turning to look at him, but he didn’t want to see what kind of face he was making,

“Excuse me?”

Fuck.

Kaveh turned around to look at him, “I didn’t mean anything by it! We’ve just never confirmed it so-“

“Shut the fuck up.”

Kaveh snaps his mouth shut immediately,

“Did you really think we weren’t dating?”

Fuck.

“No! No, I mean, I assumed we were. We just never really discussed it before!”

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He was in deep shit now, no point in trying to get out of it.

Kaveh trailed off, lowering his head. Alhaitham just continued to stare at him. Kaveh had been through this before. He knows Alhaitham is coming up with the worst scenarios possible. It’s not that he’s an over-thinker, it’s that he needs to find the best possible reason to punish Kaveh.

Kaveh feels himself get pushed onto the bed and straddled. He fought down his instincts to push away from the motion, knowing that would just make things worse for him,

“Did you think saying we weren’t together would allow you to see other people?” Alhaitham said hatefully, right next to Kaveh’s ear.

What?

Now it was his turn to be confused, “What? You know I barely even leave the house! How could I even talk to another person let alone date them?” Kaveh insists, struggling a little against Alhaitham.

Apparently, him making a valid argument pissed off Alhaitham even more. Kaveh’s head violently jerked to the side, it took him a few seconds to realize he had been slapped. The slight sting being delayed by his shock,

“I told you to shut up .” He spat, shuffling lower, “You don’t believe we’re together? Why don’t I show you?” He says, maintaining eye contact with Kaveh as he moves lower.

Surely he didn’t mean..?

Kaveh can admit that their relationship may not be the healthiest , but Alhaitham has never…

Kaveh feels his pants get yanked down, leaving him in his boxers, “Hold on-! Let’s talk about this first-!” Kaveh pleaded, he’d rather Alhaitham hit him again than this . 

Alhaitham ignored him. Kaveh felt fingers prodding at him, he tried to slide away from the feeling but Alhaitham held him by his waist. Painfully dry fingers shoved themselves into him as a scream tore its way through his throat. Kaveh’s body had entered a fight or flight mode, and since flight didn’t work…

Kaveh’s body spasmed as he kicked Alhaitham in the chest. It knocked the wind out of him, but unfortunately for Kaveh, his grip only tightened.

“Did you really just try that shit?” Alhaitham said, laughing in disbelief. Kaveh shook his head quickly in a state of panic. He wanted to feel relieved when he felt Alhaitham removing his fingers, but he couldn’t after he started speaking,

“You don’t want prep? Fine. That doesn’t mean I’m going to stop.” Alhaitham said as he zipped down his fly and guided his erection out of his pants.

Kaveh wasn’t even slightly aroused mentally. Fortunately, his body had produced a little arousal fluid. Unfortunately, it wasn’t nearly enough to allow any kind of entrance. Especially one of that size.

Alhaitham pumped his dick a few times, coating it in a thin layer of pre-cum. Kaveh was grateful for that, but he knew it still wouldn’t be enough. He wasn’t even sure if Alhaitham would be able to go all the way in. Alhaitham leaned over Kaveh a bit more before guiding himself to his hole, grazing it with the tip.

Kaveh gasped, his fear returning quickly, “Alhaitham- I’m sorry for kicking you, but it- it won’t fit . I’m not…you…” He struggled, feeling Alhaitham moving his dick in circles around his entrance. Alhaitham smiled at him cruelly,

“Maybe you shouldn’t have rejected the preparation then.” He said before thrusting his tip into Kaveh.

A scream rung throughout the room, and it took Kaveh a second to realize it was coming from him. Alhaitham slapped his hand over his mouth, shutting him up.

“When I remove my hand, you better shut the fuck up, or I’m fucking your throat next.” Alhaitham spat, pushing a bit more into Kaveh.  As soon as Alhaitham removed his hand, Kaveh’s panicked breathing morphed into panicked babbling,

“Alhaitham, seriously- If you put it any farther it’ll tear- please- '' He choked, tears falling down his cheeks. Alhaitham leaned forward, his demeanor shifting as his forehead laid against Kaveh’s,

“That’s not my fault, love. All you can do now is do your part by relaxing and we can only hope it won’t do anything too awful.”

My fault? Too awful?

It’s always my fault. Why can’t it ever be yours?

Kaveh’s mind is elsewhere until Alhaitham begins pushing even deeper. Kaveh feels something in him pulling, and pulling, and pulling…

Another cry leaves Kaveh’s lips as he tears, blood flowing around Alhaitham’s dick, and his own thighs. Kaveh screams again clutching at Alhaitham’s shirt. Kaveh tried shoving against Alhaitham. He thought it was working because he felt Alhaitham exiting him. He breathed a sigh of relief as he attempted to sit up,

“Th-...thank you. Let’s talk about this, yeah? It’s not tha-” He gets caught off my Alhaitham slamming him back down onto the bed and quickly entering him once again. Kaveh’s panic renewed as he felt Alhaitham bottom out. He could feel the tears in his vaginal walls being pressed and rubbed against. It burned . He rather he was actually being burned than this. Kaveh’s brain could barely process the pain as Alahitham pulled out once again, pressing against all the tears once more. Kaveh’s not sure if it’s a good or bad thing, but the blood was making the stretch much easier for him as Alhaitham continued.

Kaveh tried to speak and reason with Alhaitham through his cries of pain, but he remained unresponsive. He just…stared. His gaze penetrated him in a similarly gruesome way as his dick. Kaveh switched between gripping at his shirt, to pushing it away. He wanted the comfort of holding someone, but he really wished that person wasn’t Alhaitham. Alhaitham bit at his neck. Only biting it to make it bleed then moving to a new part of his neck. There was blood dripping down his neck along with his thighs now. He vaguely hoped that it would kill him so this could never happen again. Blood dripped down Alhaitham’s chin and he wiped it with his finger. He licked the blood as he used his other hand to drag Kaveh’s waist to meet his thrusts.

Alhaitham’s hand smeared blood on his body as he gripped his waist tighter. Unlike Kaveh, he was getting very close. Sometimes Alhaitham would hit a spot in him that would turn his cries for help sweeter and his hateful gaze softer. Alhaitham didn’t particularly care though, he liked Kaveh crying. Whether it was from pain or pleasure he didn’t mind. Typically him crying would get on his nerves, but in this kind of setting? It just makes all of this even better. Alhaitham left his bloody neck to kiss him, forcing his tongue in his mouth as his thrusts got more uncoordinated. Kaveh sobbed into the kiss, he just wanted this to be over. He was praying to every Archon he knew that he would be satiated with one round. 

After a few more thrusts, Alhaitham came in his mutilated pussy. Kaveh stared into space as it happened. In a way, he was happy that he didn’t cum since Alhaitham probably wouldn’t let him live it down. Though the temporary relief from pain would have been nice…

Alhaitham pulled out and wiped himself on Kaveh’s blood-stained sheets. Alhaitham sat up, looking at Kaveh with a crazed look of something akin to infatuation. Alhaitham leaned over and kissed him on his forehead,

“You look beautiful like this.” He said. Kaveh didn’t have the energy to react much less respond. Alhaitham smiled at him before he left, locking the door behind him.

The second Alhaitham left, Kaveh was filled with disgust. How could I let this happen? He thought, pulling his knees to his chest and bawling. Alhaitham could probably hear his cries, but he couldn’t care less right now. He tried to stand to get to the bathroom, but he immediately fell back down. He cried harder as he used the wall to walk himself to the bathroom. He flipped on the light and made his biggest mistake by looking in the mirror.

Kaveh gasped when he saw himself, his hair was messed up and his eyes were red and puffy. Blood covered his neck and shoulders, some of it even smeared on his chest down to his hips. Blood dripped out of his vagina along with cum, making an obscene pink-ish liquid.

It was too much. He flung himself down to the ground and scurried to the toilet as he finally threw up. He heaved into the toilet, his stomach twisting at his pitiful and grotesque reflection. Tears mixed with the vomit as he weakly flushed, leaning against the bathtub for support. He turns the shower on and crawls into it, continuing to sit on the ground as the scalding hot water pounded against his chest.

He stayed in the shower until the water was ice cold and his skin was red. He stayed there until he ran out of tears. He stayed there until he felt at least a little clean.

He stayed there until Alhaitham carried him out.

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It had been a little over a month since…

Kaveh had barely left his room, even when the door was so graciously unlocked for him. He was in a state of paranoia that he’d do it again. 

The first week after, he had asked Alhaitham if he could go get the tears checked out and he had said no,

“They’ll ask too many questions. It’s safer if we just let it heal on its own. The doctor wouldn’t understand our relationship.”  

Kaveh wanted to cry when he heard that. The tears hurt like hell, and casual painkillers could only do so much. He needed the tears stitched or something. Anything to make the pain go away.

Alhaitham never attempted to do anything like that again after that first time. When they cuddled Kaveh would be tense in his arms, which would get him in trouble on a normal day, but lately Alhaitham just whispers soothing words and holds him closely. Maybe before all of that happened Kaveh would be delighted to be treated so sweetly. But now..?

Kaveh cried into his arms quietly. Before he would only cry when his tears started to hurt again, but ever since they had stopped hurting he has been feeling the more emotional side of the pain.

At night he would be afraid to sleep, what if Alhaitham decided to do something to him in his sleep? During the day he would be afraid to be awake, what if Alhaitham walks in and does it again? Hell, he was even afraid to cry! He knew Alhaitham liked the way he cried. 

Kaveh tried to talk himself into liking Alhaitham, and he could! For a while at least. The beatings definitely strained their relationship for obvious reasons, but Kaveh tried so damn hard to make it work. He couldn’t just leave anyway. He needed a place to stay, and he was starting to develop some feelings toward Alhaitham. Though he doesn’t really think they were love…

He cared about him at the very least. He used to be so sweet back in the Akademiya. He was just another starry eyed junior back then that saw Kaveh for more than he was, but he never minded. He actually basked in the attention of all of his classmates. He doesn’t really like attention anymore though, now. Everyone's gaze just feels so… personal. It’s like they can see him for what he truly is now, and he can feel their disappointment.

Kaveh sat on his bed with his sketchbook. He didn’t really want to draw, but he didn’t have anything better to do and he didn’t really want to be aware of his surroundings. He flicked his wrist, drawing in small little details that he didn’t have the time or patience to fully flesh out. He wanted to focus on his painting, but the closer that dusk approached the more anxious he felt.

Kaveh knows that it had been a long time since Alhaitham’s touched him like that, but the threat still remains. At the end of the day, he still has the capability of doing it (and probably the desire too). He wishes he could just forget about it and move on, but no matter how many times he tries to talk himself into thinking it won’t happen again it doesn’t help. 

Deep down, he knows Alhaitham will want to do something like that again. Maybe not exactly like that, but close. Kaveh knows it isn’t safe for him here, but where else is he to go? This is their home, it’s not just Alhaitham’s anymore. Alhaitham always insists that this is their life now, even if Kaveh doesn’t want it.

Kaveh suddenly shoved his sketchbook away, laying back against the bed in frustration. He can’t draw when his brain is anywhere but the canvas, it’s too stressful for something meant to be stress-relieving. He glances over to the door. He knows it’s unlocked, but he doesn’t want to leave. The less he has to see Alhaitham the better. Typically Alhaitham doesn’t make him leave his room since he can just enter whenever he feels like it. The only time he is instructed to leave his room is when Alhaitham wants to cuddle in a different room of the house. Kaveh sighs, laying on his side and closing his eyes. He doesn’t want to be here right now, sleeping is a small bliss he is allowed. Kaveh often finds himself fantasizing of leaving this house after telling Alhaitham what he truly thinks of him. Kaveh may have been quite fond of him back in their Akademiya years, but that’s a distant memory nowadays. 

Kaveh distantly hears his bedroom door opening and closing as he tries even harder to fall asleep. He can’t deal with Alhaitham right now. He hears Alhaitham walk over to the bed and feels him stare at him for a moment,

“I know you’re not asleep.” He said simply, hovering above him. Kaveh turns his head a bit to look at him, trying to hide the distaste in his eyes as he looks at him,

“Are you still upset with me? It’s been nearly a month, get over it.” Alhaitham said firmly, crossing his arms. Kaveh felt his body heating up, he doesn’t have the right to tell me that! Kaveh thinks hatefully, sitting up to look at him. Alhaitham’s lips curve up into a slight smile as Kaveh turns to him,

“I’m sorry, did I offend you?” God, Kaveh was going to punch him. To hell with his “punishments”, he was not just going to sit there and take this,

“You know, I could leave right now if I so desired. There is nothing that compels me into staying in this hell hole.” He snapped, narrowing his eyes at Alhaitham. He succeeded in wiping that smirk off Alhaitham’s face, but there were definitely going to be consequences for this…

“Is that really what you want?”

What?

Of course it is.

I think…

No, I do want it.

Right?

Kaveh’s head spins, he doesn’t know what he wants. He just…he wants Alhaitham to be better to him, but he also wants nothing more than to leave and never come back. On one hand, he wants to stay in hopes he gets better, but on the other hand, he knows there’s no redemption for someone like him.

Kaveh is pulled from his thoughts as arms embrace him softly. It’s…different from the other times Alhaitham has held him. It felt much more careful…caring even. He hears Alhaitham take a deep breath as he buries his face in his shoulder,

“You know I love you, right?” He said. Kaveh’s heart swelled a bit, much to his dismay. Alhaitham has never said he loved him before. Ever. He would want Kaveh to say it to him sometimes, but he never said it back. Thinking back, maybe he was saving it for a moment where he needed easy access to Kaveh’s heart, but he doesn’t realize that right now. Alhaitham just said he loved him for fucks sake,

“I- you…” Kaveh struggled, he was at a loss for words. Alhaitham smiled into his shoulder. It wasn’t his usual smug smile Kaveh had grown to hate, it was much softer. It didn’t look natural though, it was like an artificial sweetener. Alhaitham put his hand on Kaveh’s cheek, brushing it lightly,

“I know I messed up, but will you let me make it up to you?” Alhaitham asked softly. Whatever Alhaitham had in mind he would do no matter what Kaveh’s answer was, but his compliance would make manipulating him so much easier. Kaveh nodded hesitantly, not fully knowing what he had planned,

“I- just…don’t do anything…” Like last time . He wants to say, but the words die in his throat in fear of what Alhaitham would say. Alhaitham got the message though, he nodded and kissed Kaveh’s forehead,

“It won’t hurt, I promise.” 

Can he trust that? Probably not, but what other choice does he have? He already agreed, there’s no going back now.

Alhaitham kissed him softly, it was much gentler than the kind of kisses he usually insists upon. Kaveh reciprocates cautiously, not wanting his reciprocation to be taken as an invitation to deepen the kiss. 

He doesn’t, thankfully, instead he begins pushing Kaveh against the bed and straddling him. He doesn’t break the kiss while he situates himself on top of Kaveh, but Kaveh started to freak out. Everything felt like the last time, except for the fact he was being gentle with Kaveh. Kaveh pulled away to take a breath,

“I don’t want anything like last time, Alhaitham.” He said firmly, albeit a bit shaky. Alhaitham smiled at him and laid a chaste kiss on his lips,

“It won’t be bad, trust me.” Alhaitham reassured, beginning to move lower between Kaveh’s legs. He tugged off his pants and boxers slowly and Kaveh sucked in a sharp breath. 

He won’t hurt me, he won’t hurt me. He repeated, trying to convince himself that everything would be okay. He could feel Alhaitham’s breath against his core. Kaveh’s breathing quickened in anticipation. 

He gasped in surprise when he felt Alhaitham’s tongue lick his slit. He flinched back out of shock, but quickly shifted back into place out of fear of what Alhaitham would do if he denied his “apology”.

Alhaitham licked a few times thoughtlessly, just trying to get him used to the sensation. Kaveh couldn’t get used to it though, his mind was filled with terrifying thoughts. What if Alhaitham changes his mind and…no, trust him. He won’t. Alhaitham noticed him spacing out and decided to up the pace a little bit. He tongued a bit deeper with his next lick, searching for his clit.

Kaveh felt Alhaitham’s tongue flick against his clit, snapping him out of his thoughts with a surprised moan. Alhaitham smiled against him as he lapped at his clit. He sucked and licked feverishly, and Kaveh was in heaven.

If Kaveh had any conscious thought in his head right now, he would be wondering why he was allowing this to happen. He was allowing Alhaitham, his “boyfriend”, who raped him to eat him out. If Kaveh could form a coherent word he would be telling him to stop and he would run from this house. If he could find strength in his weak bones, he would pull Alhaitham back by his hair and maybe even punch him in his smug face. Unfortunately, that’s all a wish, because he doesn’t have anything going on in his head besides the blissful sensation between his legs.

Alhaitham buried his face deeper between Kaveh’s legs, beginning to prod at his hole with his tongue. A faint fear swam up to the surface of his fuzzy brain when he felt it, but it was quickly drowned when his nose brushed against his clit. 

He vaguely acknowledged how much he’d hate himself after this. Of all the fantasies he had involving Alhaitham, none of them were anything like this. He barely even thought anything positive about the guy, much less romantic. He really wanted to hate this, but he just couldn’t. A stray tear fell down his cheek as he ground down onto Alhaitham’s face. He was close, and he didn’t want to think about anything besides that right now.

Alhaitham could tell he was close by his reactions beginning to peak. He liked to see him in pain, but he’d be lying if he said this wasn’t nice too. Especially when it makes him even more emotionally distressed. Alhaitham was far from stupid. He knew how Kaveh felt about him even before that day. He was saving his affection until after he decided to have sex with Kaveh. He didn’t know at the time it would be for a punishment and not consensual, but he didn’t care. At the end of the day, he got what he wanted. Now he just needs Kaveh back around his finger.

Kaveh’s thighs squeezed Alhaitham’s head as he came. It wasn’t overwhelming, it was just…nice. It felt good, and calm. He moaned softly as he rocked against Alhaitham’s face, riding out his orgasm for as long as he could. When the stimulation no longer felt good, he attempted to move away…but Alhaitham didn’t stop,

“Alhaitham, I already came- fuck.. ” He groaned in pain, feeling Alhaitham swirl his tongue inside him. He pulled away to look at him,

“I’m aware, but I’m not done proving how sorry I am.” Alhaitham said innocently before diving back between Kaveh’s legs. Kaveh grunted, clutching at the sheets. It was too much. It was more than overwhelming, he felt like he couldn’t breathe. More tears slid down his cheeks. God, why did he trust him? Was he that stupid? Kaveh weakly reached for Alhaitham’s hair, trying to pull it away pathetically. Alhaitham was just spurred on by this, beginning to lick more vigorously. Kaveh’s head flew back, his grip tightening in Alhaitham's hair as he sobbed. He wished he could rip his hair out, anything to make him stop. 

Eventually the pain began to subside as pleasure became more prominent, but that was just as overwhelming as the pain. He whined as his hips jerked toward Alhaitham’s face involuntarily. Kaveh sobbed harder as he came for the second time, this one much more intense and mind-numbing. When he finished the point of riding it out and it began to hurt again he tried to scoot away from Alhaitham’s awaiting mouth. Alhaitham pulled away and looked at him with feigned sadness,

“Do you not accept my apology? Do you not see how hard I’m trying?” He said, climbing onto Kaveh again as he looked into his teary eyes. Kaveh shook his head,

“N-no, I do, It’s just too much. It hurts.” He explains through tears. Alhaitham reached a hand down and rubbed away a tear softly. Alhaitham then whispered,

“Then shouldn’t you apologize for making me feel bad?”

The static in Kaveh’s head subsided when he heard that. What kind of fine print is that? Kaveh wondered in fear. Kaveh shook his head quickly,

“Alhaitham, I-I’m not fully healed. You can’t-” Alhaitham shushed him, smiling at him sympathetically,

“I know, love. Don’t worry, you can apologize like I did.” He suggested, climbing off of Kaveh. Kaveh really didn’t want to, but compared to the other option…He shuddered at the thought of his tears reopening. Kaveh let Alhaitham lead him off the bed and onto his knees. This wasn’t Kaveh’s first time giving a blowjob (and it probably won’t be his last), but he felt how big Alhaitham was from the last time, saying he was nervous would be an understatement.

Alhaitham guided his cock out of his pants and in front of Kaveh. He tried to soothe himself, but he had never taken anything that big in his throat before. He shook his head, thinking about it would only make it worse, and he couldn’t get out of this now.

Kaveh opened his mouth and took the head into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. He hasn’t done this in a while, but doing bad wasn’t an option. Archon’s know what Alhaitham would do if he wasn’t satisfied. Kaveh had barely done anything, and he already wanted to throw up. This felt wrong on so many levels, and he couldn’t do anything about it.

He began to ease Alhaitham’s dick into his throat. He went slowly, taking deep breaths through his nose with every inch. If Alhaitham was annoyed at his speed, he didn’t show it. He just sat there observing Kaveh. Kaveh was pretty happy he got to set the pace so it didn’t hurt him, but naturally he was asking for too much.

After he was fully enveloped in Kaveh’s throat, Alhaitham’s hand made its way to Kaveh’s hair. He was tugging Kaveh’s head as close to his pelvis as he could get it before pulling him almost entirely off only to be shoved back down recklessly. Kaveh gagged as his head was forced back and forth carelessly. God, it hurt . Does he prefer this over last time? Yes, but that doesn’t mean it feels any better. 

Kaveh let his body go limp as Alhaitham continued to force his head to and fro. He can’t believe he actually thought Alhaitham would “apologize” and not expect anything in return. He had probably been planning this since the last time.

Kaveh felt Alhaitham twitch in his throat, becoming more animalistic with his thrusts. He prayed that he would finish soon so this would be over. Alhaitham abruptly pulled him all the way off his dick and began stroking his dick,

“Keep your mouth open. Like that, good boy.” Kaveh couldn’t really process what was being asked of him, nor did he care. If it meant this would be over sooner, he would do it.

He didn’t register that Alhaitham had cum on his face until he felt something on his tongue. Alhaitham closed his mouth and held his hand over it,

“Swallow it.” He said sternly, keeping his hand firmly over Kaveh’s mouth. Kaveh swallowed, suppressing the urge to throw it back up. Alhaitham felt him swallow and removed his hand. Kaveh could feel some of the cum still on his face. He waited for Alhaitham to say something, hopefully to give him permission to go clean off his face. Alhaitham grabbed his head, cradling in his hands,

“You look gorgeous like this.” He laughs a bit, “Like a real whore.” He said dismissively, letting go of Kaveh’s face and standing up. He kneeled down and brushed Kaveh’s bangs out of the way, kissing his forehead. He then left the room, closing the door behind him. 

Kaveh sat in awe at his words. A whore? Is that truly what he thinks of me? He thought, standing up on unsteady legs. His face felt like it was burning, he did not want that man’s cum on him any longer. He ran to the bathroom and cleaned his face thoroughly, resisting the urge to vomit as he touched the viscous… fluid. He looked in the mirror after he was certain his face was red from scrubbing.

You look gorgeous like this. Like a real whore.

Kaveh was a lot of things, but a whore? Absolutely not.

A real whore.

Especially not for him.

Whore.

He doesn’t look like jack shit.

Whore.

His breathing becomes more labored as he stares at his reflection, Alhaitham’s voice ringing in his head. 

Whore.

Shut up. Shut the FUCK UP.

A scream rings from Kaveh’s bathroom, followed by the sound of glass shattering. The mirror splintered and broke beneath his fist, cutting his knuckles in the process. He hissed in pain as he withdrew his fist. Why did he do that? He groaned, cradling his fist in his uninjured hand. He looked at the cuts and the small pieces of glass wedged into his cuts. It kind of reminded him of…

Alhaitham listened as another scream rang throughout the house. He smiled to himself as he read his book. He loved hearing Kaveh like this, because only he could get him to behave so manically. Alhaitham sighed, sitting down his book knowing he would no longer be able to focus. He laughed quietly as he thought of how else he could fuck with Kaveh.

Whether he meant mentally or physically was up to how he felt in the current moment.