I'm not obsessed, you are obsessed

Additional Tags:
Breast Fucking; Anal Fingering; Roommates; Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot; Not Beta Read; English is not the author's first language; Dirty Talk; Written Before Kaveh Release (Genshin Impact); Technically because half of it was done but I never finished it; Top Alhaitham/Bottom Kaveh (Genshin Impact)

Kaveh has a problem.
It's not as big or noticeable as some of his other problems, no, but it's definitely there, taking up more and more of his time.

The problem is Al-Haitham.
Well, not all of Al-Haitham. His lover is an annoyingly precise man, he wants Kaveh to clean and tidy up every day instead of when he feels like it, wants him to go straight to the point when talking, to stop being "too noisy"; but that's a different story, that he is used to.
His real problem right now is Al-Haitham and the excruciating tightness of his shirt. Every time he moves, the fabric strains against his chest, the material most definitely too sheer to hide anything. Even the normal, not transparent and skin-tight shirts he sometimes wears at home are always a little too tight on his chest.

Kaveh can't stop thinking about the Scribe's chest.

This problem is especially difficult to deal with considering that the other man has a terrible habit of crossing his arms and giving him the death stare whenever he gets caught in his own mind. When that happens he really can only think about those pecs, how they get squeezed together between perfect arms, strong biceps framing the object of his desire like art exposed in a museum. And every time he ends up unable to focus on Al-Haitham's scolding at all. Vicious circle.

It would have been easier maybe, had they been out of reach. After all, it's not like Kaveh had any issue dealing with his lust before he and Al-Haitham got together, he did end up in some uncomfortable situations involving too-tight pants and running away from the dinner table, but never this kind of completely helpless focus. He's completely, undeniably, embarrassingly obsessed.

The problem has even started affecting his everyday life, he finds himself unable to pick up pen and paper to put down any new concept or idea without the image of that chest popping up in his mind and monopolizing his attention. Archons be damned, he almost walked into a wall the other day, just because his lover was stripping to get into the shower after a day of work.
And again, wasn't it strange that a part of the same man he laid with every day was affecting him to such an extent?

Something had to be done. "Today, today I'll talk to him. We'll figure it out, we are a couple, after all, I'm sure we'll..do something."

Oh Archons, he doesn't even know what could fix the whole thing...

\\\\\\

He's going to prepare dinner, sit on the couch, patiently, and wait for Al-Haitham to come back; the Scribe will then go through his evening routine, wash away the day's dirt, comb his hair, they will eat and then, after all of that, Kaveh will explain the situation, in detail, just like Haitham likes, and they will discuss until a solution is found, like the adults that they both are.

That is the plan, a pretty good plan if you ask Kaveh.

That is, until Al-Haitham actually walks in, lean muscular legs hugged in the usual dark pants, flexing when he bends down, long fingers that Kaveh knows intimately well working fast to unlace his boots.

And just like that, Kaveh finds himself staring, yet again enraptured by his lover, plan already forgotten. Back facing Kaveh, Al-Haitham proceeds with taking off his cape and hanging it in its usual place, side by side with Kaveh's, and Oh, does that do something to him...
The back of the sleeveless shirt is sticking to his skin, muscles sinfully stretching the black fabric. Why does he have to be so ripped, he's distracting Kaveh from his plan.