In the Light of Dawn

Dust particles fall gently through the air, illuminated by the sunlight that slips past the curtains. It's still early when Kaveh awakens to the sensation of wet open-mouthed kisses on his nape. He silently enjoys Alhaitham's attention, not quite ready to open his eyes and accept that a new day has arrived.

Alhaitham presses a cold hand against his stomach, sending shivers up and down his spine. Lips trail down Kaveh's back, onto the normally exposed back window where a small bruise is sucked into the skin.

With laboured breaths Kaveh tries to talk. "Hai-" his voice cuts out, not quite ready to be used so soon after waking up. He stirs, attempting to turn around to face his partner.

"Stay." Alhaitham says softly, almost pleadingly, his voice deeper than usual and dripping with sleep. Kaveh stills, letting Alhaitham go on undisturbed. A large hand plays with the hem of Kaveh's underwear, the languid touches feeling slow and sloppy.

"What are you...?" Kaveh questions, slightly confused by the way Alhaitham opted to wake him up this morning.

"Looked pretty," Alhaitham mumbles into his skin, his teeth scraping past as he makes his way back up to Kaveh's neck, "want to make you feel good."

Kaveh responds with a whine, his face flushed bright red. Hands fly to his face in an attempt to hide his embarrassment at the way Alhaitham's voice is ever so slightly gruffer when bestowing unfiltered praise on him. He's sweeter and gentler than usual, as if drunk on sleep.

Alhaitham's fingers slide past the waistband of his underwear, wrapping around Kaveh's half-hard length.

"Ah!" A small noise escapes past Kaveh's hands, despite his efforts to remain silent so as not to disturb anyone in the room.

"Hmm," Alhaitham hums into the crook of Kaveh's neck, "be noisy." He pleads once more. He wants to hear him, to soak up any and all noises the blond can make while devoting his attention to Kaveh's pleasure.

Kaveh hesitantly lowers his hands, a little nervous at the unfamiliar way Alhaitham is touching him. Excitement and anticipation bubbles in his stomach as the large hand down his underwear fully wraps around him.

"Beautiful." The praise goes straight to Kaveh's cock, which is now fully grown in Alhaitham's grasp. Alhaitham presses his thumb against the shaft, rubbing it up and down slowly.

The larger man's body presses up against Kaveh, fitting into him as if they were made for each other. "You fit into me so perfectly." Alhaitham observes and Kaveh feels tears forming in his eyes. The uncharacteristically gentle touches, the sweet and loving whispers, the attention Alhaitham is focusing on him and only his pleasure, it's all too much.

Kaveh's hands clumsily try to make their way behind him, trying to touch Alhaitham, trying to make him feel even a fraction as good as he does right now.

"It's ok." Alhaitham breathes into his ear, and Kaveh obediently drops his hands, abandoning his futile attempt to do anything other than be touched and worked on by Alhaitham's skilled hands.

Heavy breaths and soft moans fall past Kaveh's lips, and he clutches the arm between his legs, trying to ground himself as Alhaitham strokes him. The Scribe soaks up every noise Kaveh makes, holding the trembling body beside him.

Kaveh's legs curl upward as he feels himself approaching his release. Behind him, he feels Alhaitham's strained erection pushing into him, unaddressed and forgotten by his partner. As if the only thing that matters in this world is Kaveh's pleasure.

Without warning, Alhaitham quickens his pace and pushes Kaveh over the edge, coating his hands in white strands. Kaveh sighs contentedly and turns to face Alhaitham, who has a soft expression on his face. Kaveh kisses him on the lips without hesitation.