Through thin walls

Alhaitham rouses to a loud noise coming from the room next to him, Kaveh's bedroom. He blinks open his bleary eyes, trying to make sense of anything as his mind tries to catch up with his body.

"Hnng..." He recognises the strained voice as Kaveh's as it rings through the wall. He sits up, trying to reorient himself as his attention is drawn solely to the noise Kaveh seems to think is appropriate for the middle of the night.

"Haaa...."

The Scribe's face and body heat up as he realises the nature of Kaveh's moans.. His body freezes, unsure how to respond to the revelation.

"Please... more." Alhaitham bites back a groan as he hears Kaveh beg for something he'd gladly offer him if he could. He ignores his cock, which is springing to life beneath the sheets, refusing to succumb to the temptation brought on by Kaveh's blissful noises.

It's quiet for a moment behind the wall, and Alhaitham wonders if Kaveh fell asleep in the middle or was just very quiet when finishing.

"Ah!" A sharp yelp, "Haitham."

The Scribe's brain short circuits, his hand reaching down as if possessed by the sudden sound. Before he can stop himself, he releases his erection and moves his ear closer to the wall.

The walls are thin enough that, with his added proximity, he can hear Kaveh's shallow breathing and repeated high-pitched moans. He wants to hear Kaveh say his name again, to confirm that he wasn't imagining it.

"Please, I need..." Kaveh keeps pleading, as if whatever he's doing isn't enough to push him over the edge. Alhaitham strokes himself to the begging whimpers, biting down on his hand to prevent any sound from seeping through. If he can hear Kaveh this clearly, Kaveh will be able to hear him as well.

"Haitham."

That was all he needed to break all mental restraints. He imagines what Kaveh must look like next to him, the wall the only thing separating them as they touch themselves to the thought of each other.

He imagines his hands around Kaveh's slim waist, ramming himself into the blonde relentlessly. He thinks about the birth marks he'd only seen in passing and how he wants to explore every single one of them with his lips, until his senior is nothing more than a trembling mess beneath him.

His pace quickens as he imagines how good Kaveh would look with Alhaitham balls deep inside him. He practically fucks into his own had at the thought of Kaveh squirming for him because they're deeply connected, chasing euphoria together.

"Alhaitham, inside me..." Kaveh's voice sounds needy and desperate as he seems to be approaching his orgasm. "I'm gonna..."

'Then come,' Alhaitham thinks, desperately trying not to shout it through the wall, wishing his permission for the blond to come would be conveyed through complete silence.

"Aaaaihh-tham." Kaveh slurs loudly through the wall and abruptly shuts up, probably hoping he hasn't accidentally woken up the already painfully awake Alhaitham.

With a few more pumps, Alhaitham comes over his stomach at the thought of his roommate being fucked to tears by none other than himself.

"Morning," Kaveh says, looking him up and down, "you look like shit?"

"I couldn't sleep." Alhaitham responds without thinking, quickly realising the significance of his words as he hears Kaveh suck in a sharp and panicked breath.