~Kaveh x Alhaitham one shots~

//Roommates with benefits (❤️‍🔥-->💘)//

Hehehe.. so one of you guys requested a smut oneshot where Kaveh is a bit slvtty (ur gonna be so disappointed.).... (@xiaoismybby) AND I HAD THE PERFECT IDEA FOR ONE<3 SO LETS JUST GET STARTED LMAO<3 AND IM SO SO SO SO SO SORRY FOR ABANDONING THIS BOOK FOR SO LONG..
Nobody's POV:
Nobody could've suspected The Lead Architect and The Scribe of the Akademiya did.. things together. Most people always assumed the two peculiar pair were just good friends. Nobody ever saw past the surface, behind their playful teasing, behind their eyes clearly swimming with fantasies about the other, behind their friendly exchanges. Behind the closed doors.. nobody knew what they did.
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"Al-Alhaitham-" Kaveh somehow managed to utter in the middle of the kisses Alhaitham was pressing against his lips. Again. It was another one of those nights where they couldn't keep their hands off of each other. It always began the same way. An argument, or too much alcohol, or just when the two of them desperately wanted each other. And all of a sudden, a spell would be cast on them, and they would be addicted to each other.

It would be like magic, their bodies moving in unison as they would dance across their house to one of their rooms. Alhaitham would push Kaveh onto the soft bed that would be behind them, and they would just keep going.. forget about everything else around them, and only focus on each other. Clothes would end up thrown in a disarray around the room, pillows on the floor, a few blankets would also end up on the floor, all forgotten.

"P-please, f-faster this time.." Kaveh whispered in between the kisses as Alhaitham pushed him onto his bed. "Alright, princess~" the scribe somehow says perfectly, flirtatiously wrapping his arms around the architect's waist. And suddenly, the temperature grew by a hundred degrees as they kept kissing. Neither of them could wait any longer to be filled with the warm feeling of pleasure.

It was always like this.. it would start with a simple kiss.. and then it would turn into an irresistible pleasure. Quiet smacking noises filled the room as they kept kissing, passionately yet desperately. Like they would die if they didn't kiss each other. Alhaitham had already began to undress Kaveh, and Kaveh didn't want Alhaitham to stop. He desperately wanted him to continue. He just wanted to be filled with the pleasure.. the pleasure Alhaitham filled him up with.

He wanted only Alhaitham. Only Alhaitham to keep doing it. Kaveh could already feel a bulge forming on his crotch, and the silver haired man seemed to notice too. Soon enough, a naked Kaveh was pushed against the bed. The thing that Kaveh found unfair was that Alhaitham wasn't exposed at all, while he was. All of his clothes were scattered across the room, forgotten. The architect's hands flew to grab the scribe's jacket, and throw it on the ground.

"Aw.. Princess~ are you upset that you're nude while I'm not?" The silver haired man chuckled, in such a way that it made the blond's heart leap. "Go on then, undress me, pretty boy~" a strange feeling filled Kaveh's veins.. it was arousal. He knew that at this point.. ever since Kaveh's first time with Alhaitham.. in fact his first time with anyone, this strange feeling would make Kaveh's whole body warm, make his mind turn to mush, make his brain follow the instructions of his heart..

The architect slid his hands under the scribe's shirt. His overheated skin met Alhaitham's somehow ice cold skin.. it sent a shiver down Kaveh's spine. The scribe chuckled again at seeing the architect's flustered reaction. This was Kaveh's favorite part of his day.. somehow, each night he returned home, Alhaitham would be waiting for him. Not to fuck him, he was there to care for him. But somehow, their lips would meet in a heated kiss, and before Kaveh knew it, he would be pushed against the bed, completely undressed with a hungry Alhaitham looking down at him.

His beautiful half lidded eyes.. Kaveh could barely take it anymore.. he slid off Alhaitham's shirt, and threw off his gloves. He couldn't stop admiring Alhaitham's abs, his perfectly cold skin.. his strong arms.. after all of these years of pining over the scribe, he couldn't even believe that he was doing this another time.. that he was throwing away all of the man's clothes.