||SMUT|| One Night Stand (CynoxAlhaitham, AlhaithamxKaveh)

Night at the hotel

Cyno sat on the edge of the hotel bed, tapping his fingers against his knee, waiting for Alhaitham to finish his bath. The room was dimly lit, and the soft sounds of water from the adjoining bathroom were the only noise that filled the space. Cyno's gaze drifted towards the bathroom door, his mind racing with thoughts about the night ahead.

When Alhaitham finally emerged, dressed in nothing but a white bathrobe loosely tied around his waist, Cyno felt his breath catch in his throat. The composed and stoic scribe looked even more relaxed than usual, steam billowing gently from the room behind him.

"All freshened up?" Cyno asked, his voice light, though his heart was pounding. He tried to maintain his usual playful tone, but the nervous energy was hard to suppress.

Alhaitham's eyes narrowed slightly, as if already reading Cyno's thoughts, but he only nodded in response, approaching the bed with his usual calm demeanor.

Cyno, feeling bolder than usual, patted his thighs, offering a sly grin. "Come sit. I've been waiting long enough."

Alhaitham hesitated for only a moment, his sharp eyes studying Cyno. "You've been planning this, haven't you?" he asked, though his voice held no real accusation. He seemed amused.

"Maybe," Cyno admitted with a small laugh. "You don't make it easy for people to approach you, you know. I had to get creative."

Alhaitham raised an eyebrow but obliged, settling onto Cyno's lap. His weight, his warmth, it felt... right. Cyno wrapped his arms loosely around Alhaitham's waist, leaning his head against the broader man's chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath.

"For how long?" Alhaitham asked softly, his tone almost teasing. "How long have you waited for this moment?"

Cyno looked up, eyes twinkling with a mix of nervousness and excitement. "Long enough to know exactly what I want to do," he replied, the playfulness still there, but a deeper sincerity beneath it.

Alhaitham looked down at him, a rare softness in his gaze, before Cyno broke the growing tension with a sudden command: "Shut up and kiss me."

For once, Alhaitham didn't argue. He leaned down, his lips meeting Cyno's in a slow, deliberate kiss. There was no rush, no urgency—just the quiet understanding between them. Cyno's hands tightened slightly around Alhaitham's waist, but when the kiss broke, he couldn't help but smile, teasing. "You're not the best kisser, you know."

Alhaitham let out a small huff. "I'm not exactly one for casual intimacy," he replied dryly. "I'd rather be reading."

Cyno laughed, a genuine sound that filled the room. He ran his fingers lightly along the edge of Alhaitham's robe, slowly loosening the knot. "And yet here you are."

Alhaitham allowed the robe to fall open slightly, his chest exposed, but he didn't break his calm. "And yet here I am," he echoed, as if acknowledging the irony himself.

Cyno's eyes lingered for a moment, taking in the sight of the man before him. There was something almost reverent in the way he touched Alhaitham's skin—gentle, but certain. His fingers traced along Alhaitham's chest, his thumb brushing over a hardened muscle as his eyes met the other man's.

"You could've asked me sooner," Alhaitham said quietly, not a rebuke but a simple observation. "It's not like I'd have said no."

Cyno's heart skipped a beat. There was something about the way Alhaitham said those words that made him pause, the realization sinking in that maybe he had been overthinking things all along. But instead of responding with words, he simply leaned forward, pressing another kiss against Alhaitham's chest, savoring the moment.

Time seemed to slow as the two men lingered in the quiet intimacy of the hotel room, a sense of understanding passing between them. Cyno wasn't rushing anymore—there was no need to. He felt Alhaitham's hand gently rest on his shoulder, and for the first time that night, he allowed himself to fully relax.