Yes. People do this all the time to you. You never seem to notice. You're famous because of how well-renowned you are within Kshahrewar so people want to get on your good side. By all accounts, you should be a successful architect with fame and fortune to your name but because you're so stuck to your ideals you're not. No one knows the truth though so plenty of people try to get on your good side and you never notice. Especially when we're drinking at the tavern together.
Sure. That's one way to look at it but look where it's gotten you.
But you said you only want to talk about the guy. As for this guy, I'd just stop replying to his messages. He's not worth your time and you deserve better.
This is new. Alhaitham isn't one who typically falls for people, or likes people in general. He keeps people at a distance, doesn't really engage, doesn't really have friends — and doesn't want friends either. He's aloof and distant and likes it that way. It's been that way since he was a kid, where he'd much prefer to spend his time reading or going for solo exercise and just generally being by himself.
He was once accused of being a lone wolf — a type of alpha that doesn't form pack bonds like others do and may not even ever mate with an omega in that case. It didn't really bother him to hear and he's objective enough about himself to figure that it came from his own orphan upbringing. Usually kids learn how to form pack bonds and other relationships growing up through their family. He didn't have a family. So, it is what it is.
But here he is, freshman in college and for the first time in his life, he's felt his heart beating a little quicker and his fangs feeling a little sore with the urge to bite whenever he sees... Kaveh. Professor Kaveh that is, his teacher for his elective art course that his advisor bullied him into taking. He didn't want to take it, he doesn't really care for art but he needed an elective and everything else didn't interest him. So, art history it is.
And that's where he met Kaveh.
The man was older than him and his professor so he really shouldn't have felt anything about him. Yet, from the very first moment they met, Alhaitham couldn't get Kaveh's scent out of his nose. The man was a little anxious and full of this nervous energy that reminded Alhaitham somewhat of a rabbit, but when he started speaking about what he was passionate about — which was art — he would get so intense and even angry sometimes with the way he was consumed with his beliefs. Alhaitham found it fascinating to watch, even when he didn't necessarily agree with it.
He wanted Kaveh though. More of him. He wanted to spend time with him, listen to him talk, see what he was like outside of class and what he did. He could smell that he didn't hate a mate, which was a relief because Alhaitham wasn't sure if he could handle that. But he didn't know anything else about him. He wasn't even sure if Kaveh was aware of who he was beyond just being a student in his class. He wanted him to know who he was though.
It's how he came up with a plan. Classic courting. He would leave gifts for Kaveh at his office when he wasn't around, leave his scent hanging around and make his interest known. He did that a few times without making it known it was him doing that — leaving food, a scarf, some new pencils and sketchbook, amongst other things. Then now, today, he would make it clear who was giving Kaveh the gifts by dropping by his office when he was there. Hopefully at this point Kaveh would be curious about who was pursuing him and he wouldn't balk at the fact that it's a student. Probably?
Either way, today Alhaitham pauses outside the door to Kaveh's office, holding two coffees in his hand — one for him and one for Kaveh, made to Kaveh's order that he found out through asking around — and then knocks on the door. ]
[ Kaveh is a little too flighty and a little too headstrong to be considered a 'good' omega. Which he is more than fine with; he hates the idea of being under the thumb of anyone, though deep down, there is still a desire to find... someone. He ignores it, for the most part, and is content with his life, his job, his research; this is what he has always wanted to do. Kaveh doesn't need anyone, especially not if they're going to try and tell him how he should be. He is content.
Except for this one thing. Someone has been stubbornly pursuing him. That's what Kaveh thinks it is, and while it isn't the first time some alpha has tried to win his favor, it certainly is the first time anyone has been this persistent. The gifts, the scent. The first few times, Kaveh had rolled his eyes, and shoved the gifts in some forgotten corner. He had aired out his office. And yet, after the continued attention, he has to admit to a slight curiosity. Not because he is interested! He just wanted to put a stop to it, to tell the perpetrator that he was not falling for this. Sure, the scent was enticing, but Kaveh has plenty of practice ignoring things like that. He's been doing it most of his life.
Worst of all, though? It's been distracting him. Kaveh has his independent research outside of teaching, but he hasn't been able to be productive at all. In fact, today, he is sitting in his office agonizing over a blank sheet of paper that is meant to have writing scrawled on it, when someone knocks on the door.
He only vaguely recognizes the voice. Kaveh has a lot of students. A sigh, and he closes the notebook in front of him. ]
[ Alhaitham enters the room and hopes his scent doesn't immediately give him away. He's kept it mild all day but it's hard now when he's in Kaveh's vicinity, getting his scent in turn, to not have his own blossom with interest at being near the omega he wants. He's trying very hard to keep himself in check.
So, he enters the office, closing the door behind him first, and sets Kaveh's coffee in front of him. Then he's making himself comfortable by taking a seat at his desk, the one meant for students. ]
I brought you a coffee, professor. It should be to your tastes.
[ He doesn't know how sensitive Kaveh's nose is. Can he already tell that this is the alpha who has been courting him? Or does Alhaitham need to do something? For now, he waits, just watching Kaveh calmly. ]
[ At first, Kaveh doesn't notice the scent. There is the smell of coffee, and he's distracted enough that he doesn't think anything of the faintly familiar feeling at the back of his mind. Surprised that he's been brought coffee by a student, Kaveh looks up, and recognizes who it is: a fresh face in his class, tall and serious-looking. Alhaitham.
Of course Kaveh knows who he is. Perhaps that is why it's so surprising that he has sought Kaveh out outside of class. Incredibly high marks when he's interested in something, but inclined to ignore things that don't capture said interest. ]
Thank you, but be aware that gifting me things will not earn you higher grades.
[ Because that must be what Alhaitham is after, right? And Kaveh isn't biting; he grades purely on understanding of the material. On the other hand, if Alhaitham is coming to him for help outside of class, then he is more than happy to spend some additional time with a student.
[ Completely professional, right. Alhaitham doesn't get bad grades in Kaveh's class. In fact, his research papers and his exams — top marks, every time. If there's any struggle with his grades it's from the work that Kaveh assigns where the students need to do an analysis of art. Alhaitham's papers always end up dry and lacking passion. They get the job done but it's clear the writer has no interest in the topic. There's nothing Alhaitham can really do about that, he just doesn't care about art.
So, no, he's not here for his grades. His grades are fine. He'll pass the class, get his elective credits, make his advisor happy. It's all good. ]
I'm not interested in higher grades.
[ But he is interested in something. Which is Kaveh. He leans back in his seat, arms crossed over his chest and gaze fixed on Kaveh. He's waiting to see if he'll drink the coffee, wants to see his omega happy from what he's brought him. Not that Kaveh is his omega, yet. ]
I was curious about you, professor, and wanted to talk. I'm looking for another mentor outside of my major.
[ Alhaitham is a linguistics major. The social sciences in general interest him but he still doesn't have a knack for art. He doesn't really care to pursue it even more either but it's a good enough excuse to start building a relationship with Kaveh. ]
[ His grades are more than fine, but Alhaitham is one of the stand-out students in Kaveh's class because of the difference between his performance when it comes to purely research-based papers as opposed to the art analysis. Somehow, that bothers Kaveh more than simply bad grades. He hates it when students take his class as a throw-away for a credit. Surely Alhaitham can't be one of those. (He probably is.)
Watching Alhaitham, Kaveh brings the coffee up to take a sip. If he's not interested in higher grades, then what could Alhaitham possibly need? Does he have a question about one of the pieces they'd looked at recently? Has something struck his interest, and he wants to further the stirrings of passion?
Kaveh has his mouth full with almost-hot coffee when Alhaitham explains why. He is curious about Kaveh. Which can mean one of two things: genuine curiosity and a desire to get to know Kaveh in an academic way, or because he is an omega. So, which will it be? Suddenly, Kaveh is dubious, but he deeply wishes to spread the love of arts, so he bites. ]
Well, I might be flattered, depending on what you'd like to talk about.
[ It would be wonderful to turn another student on to his artistic passion. ]
[ Alhaitham kept to his word and he didn't try anything inappropriate with Kaveh. Kaveh enforced his boundaries and Alhaitham respected them. He didn't want to do anything with a student and Alhaitham knew that. He was good about it. They were good. But it didn't mean he wasn't eager to spend his time with Kaveh. Any free time he was able to scrounge up found him lingering in Kaveh's office, or going out for meals with Kaveh or finding ways to get Kaveh's approval.
He even picked up photography and while most of his photos with a human subject were just... photos of Kaveh, he did take to it well. A bit like a duck to water. So, he practiced his photography, spent time with Kaveh, was generally patient and good and waited for Kaveh's approval. It didn't stop him from trying to give Kaveh gifts though. Coffees here and there, art supplies when he noticed he was running low, that sort of thing. He couldn't really rub his scent on much of that but he hoped it still made his omega feel good.
Because, yeah, even though he was respecting boundaries — in his head, he still considered Kaveh his omega.
Tonight was interesting. A bit before the end of the fall semester, leading up to finals. It was too cold out to go to dinner together and Alhaitham didn't really want to take the trek back to his dorm room from Kaveh's office so Kaveh had... suggested they go back to his place. This was a first of Alhaitham, he didn't expect to be let into Kaveh's place anytime soon but here they were. So, he followed Kaveh home and when he was let into his professor's apartment, he took in every detail he could.
It smelled like him. Like omega. Like mate. And if Alhaitham had a tail — it'd be wagging. As it is, he just stood there at the entrance, feeling a little nervous to do anything until Kaveh invited him in. He hung up his coat, took off his shoes and followed Kaveh into the apartment carefully. He didn't even know where to sit, where to stand. He spotted the scarf he'd given Kaveh ages ago lying on one of the pieces of furniture and that was... really nice.
But now what? Would Kaveh cook? Would they eat? Was he allowed to scent the apartment? Probably not on that last one. But... what else? ]
[ Kaveh knows he’s grown a bit too comfortable with Alhaitham. At first, he’d have assumed their personalities simply wouldn’t mesh, but the truth is, they get along rather well together. Kaveh talks (and talks) and Alhaitham listens; he gives Kaveh space, isn’t too pushy, and soon enough, Kaveh has started letting Alhaitham in far more than he has any other alpha.
This is why Alhaitham has been allowed into Kaveh’s apartment, where he would never have allowed another alpha. Because instead of an alpha, Alhaitham has become just Alhaitham, and Kaveh… enjoys his company. He doesn’t even mind the gifts. Maybe, secretly, he has started enjoying them.
Not that that means he has changed his mind! He knows nothing can happen between them… but maybe he’s been thinking about it a little more often. Thoughts are just thoughts; they can’t harm anything.
Kaveh’s home is clean and colorful, but not overly so. He motions to the sofa. ]
Make yourself comfortable. Are you thirsty? I can make tea or coffee.
[ It has been a long time since he’s had anyone over. It feels sort of nice. ]
[ Alhaitham has a moment of hesitation when Kaveh offers him the couch, offers him a drink. It's so polite, it's kind of him, and Alhaitham feels briefly silly for having been thinking inappropriate thoughts instead. Thoughts of how good Kaveh's omega scent is, how lucky he is to be here. No, he should stick to the dynamic that Kaveh has allowed — one of teacher and student, mentor and mentee, Kaveh and Alhaitham.
So, Alhaitham does take a seat on the couch and considers the offer. ]
Tea would be nice. Herbal, if you have it.
[ He's not much of a coffee guy, even if he's always buying coffees for Kaveh. But he wants Kaveh to feel warm and sated and content with the coffees. And maybe associate coffee with Alhaitham for when he wakes up and makes himself the drink. That's fine, that's toooootally fine.
But back to the reason why they're here in the first place. Alhaitham shifts a little on the couch, feeling antsy. ]
Professor, do you want to order food or should we cook together?
[ Alhaitham isn't much of a cook, honestly, but it feels a little rude to assume Kaveh is going to cook for him. ]
[ Kaveh sets about boiling the water for tea — he has several varieties — and rejoins Alhaitham. He’s a little surprised the man doesn’t ask for coffee, given how often he’s bringing it to Kaveh, who has started associating coffee with Alhaitham. ]
I don’t mind cooking, but you’re a guest.
[ Obviously, Kaveh would do the cooking himself. He prides himself on being a good host, and… maybe he likes the idea of Alhaitham eating his cooking. For no particular reason, mind you. ]
[ Alhaitham gives his thanks as Kaveh brings the tea out for him. He'll put a bit of sugar into his mug before taking a sip. At the comment, he raises an eyebrow and then just asks, no need to be cagey about it. ]
Are you okay with me not helping you cook?
[ He doesn't mind sitting here enjoying the ambiance of Kaveh's apartment (the scent, the omega scent, the scent of his omega) while Kaveh cooks but he'd rather not get in trouble for it. ]
[ Kaveh will deny that this is an omega thing, but maybe it is a little bit. Just don’t mention it to him; he’s laboring under the pretense that this is simply what a good host does. And that may be true, but he likes the idea of feeding Alhaitham his cooking a bit too much. ]
I don’t mind at all, but if you’d rather order out, at least let me pay for it.
[ Kaveh can’t make his student buy him dinner. ]
How is the tea? Do you need anything?
[ Maybe he’s fussing a bit. He doesn’t often have guests over. Particularly not alpha guests. ]
( kaveh is aware of when it first began, when he woke up pleasantly sore, more relaxed than he'd ever been, and with traces of slick stickiness clinging to his thighs. a gentle fingering in the bathroom had yielded a stray globule of cum. alhaitham's, he'd tasted — he would know it anywhere, especially since it had been more an a semi-regular thing to get between his knees to suck him off from time to time.
the question is, when? when he'd been asleep? he's certain they hadn't fucked properly in awhile thanks to their differing schedules. kaveh had been putting more hours at the akademiya and finishing work for his clients, and barely remembers times when he'd had a restful sleep, much less initiating sex with alhaitham. he dismisses it the first time around, but when it happens the second, third, fourth time, he can't continue to ignore it.
what a shame, he thinks, that he wasn't awake to enjoy having the man's cock inside him, milking every drop of his essence from his balls, feeling it coat his insides.
tonight, however, he's determined to bring it out into the open. he's back earlier than usual, having concluded another job and setting an envelope containing his rent on the dining table. he's early with rent too, for once, and it puts him in a very good mood. dinner was a fuss-free affair, and it's not until they're settled together on the couch, with kaveh casually unclasping his cape and alhaitham deciding to take a sip of the tea he'd made, that the architect casually speaks up. )
It started because Kaveh and him hadn't had sex for a while, a few weeks, because of their conflicting schedules. Kaveh was taking on more work, was happy with his clients for once, was doing a lot of things that he told Alhaitham he would do, to get his life back on track, and Alhaitham for once didn't want to bother him while he did it. It was good for him, to be involved with the Akademiya, to have clients who actually listened to him. So, Alhaitham let him be.
But he was going crazy too. He went from having consistent sex with Kaveh to nothing at all and that was just... not good. Not satisfying. Not something he could live with. So, it happened one night when Kaveh was passed out in bed, dressed in just a pair of briefs and a t-shirt that Alhaitham couldn't help himself. He pulled down those briefs, prepped Kaveh gently enough not to wake him and fucked him slow and steady until he was satisfied.
And then he did it again the next night.
And the next.
It became a routine at that point, something he knew better than to do but couldn't resist at the same time. He wanted to devour Kaveh typically and this was scratching that itch in a way that let them both get what they want. He was good too, cleaned Kaveh out after, didn't leave any marks, so he knew he wouldn't get caught. He wouldn't!
That is until Kaveh, one evening, calls him out on it. He's in the middle of taking a sip of tea, book in his other hand as he reads on the couch when Kaveh just — just asks that. Have you been fucking me while I've been asleep? Fuck. Fuck!! Alhaitham immediately chokes on the tea, dropping his book from his hand and coughing hard as he tries to catch his breath. Even if he wanted to lie, with a reaction like that there's no way he can save face.
Fuck.
Setting down his tea cup and picking up his book, he breathes out slowly and looks over at Kaveh. ]
( that impassive response is impressive, and kaveh perhaps would've bought that cool reception to his question if he hadn't witnessed him choking on his tea firsthand. it settles the petty side of him, the part that loves to see a rise in this normally unflappable, logical, unerringly rational man.
he asks that like he hasn't been caught fucking him without express permission, and in this moment kaveh can't help but think about how they haven't actually spent time together like they used to. he had been swept up in the joy of applying himself and creating work he can be proud of, so much so that he had accidentally neglected the one he cherishes the most.
is it that... alhaitham actually misses him? things have changed subtly since they started being regularly intimate, feeding both their desires for each other, and even if alhaitham isn't used to feeling or saying such things out loud, kaveh supposes that it's not outside of the realm of belief to think that he's probably searching for ways for them to be together.
it's endearing.
he goes over to him, and delicately takes his book from him, closing it and setting it aside. instead of anger, there is only curiosity. )
[ Kaveh's got it in one, even if even Alhaitham doesn't realize it yet. He chalked it up to him being horny and a little desperate for Kaveh, which is why he started this in the first place. Fucking Kaveh when he was asleep was just... it was just a cheat. A little thrill to get his rocks off and a little dominance over his senior when he was never around during the day anymore to satisfy that urge.
But he doesn't know how to explain it and now that he's caught, he's still at a loss for words. The truth, and Alhaitham still doesn't understand it yet, is that he missed him an aching amount and didn't know what to do with these urges. He didn't know how to just tell Kaveh this and didn't know what he could do to make that longing go away. So he gave in to the most base urge, which was to fuck Kaveh while he was asleep. Barbaric, probably, but it got the job done.
So, now that he's confronted with his actions and Kaveh is asking him a simple why, he doesn't know what to say. He's quiet for a long moment instead, looking past Kaveh at the wall and trying to get his thoughts together. ]
Because... I wanted to, of course. You weren't around during the day and didn't come to my room anymore at night. [ They still slept in separate rooms but more often than not, Kaveh was in Alhaitham's bed — until recently. ] So, I fucked you.
( by all counts, kaveh shouldn't find this sexy. fucking him without his permission is wrong, but he's having a lot of difficulty trying not to be turned on by it. still, hearing him out, listening to him laying it out matter-of-factly, kaveh realises that his conjecture is accurate: that alhaitham has missed him, and has dealt with it in the most efficient way instead of actually telling him about it.
but that's so alhaitham, right? why speak when action is more effective? he knows the man doesn't contend with emotions, especially complicated, overwhelming ones where sex is involved, and without a word, he undoes his sash, letting it pool on the coffeetable behind him. his half-gloves are next to go, delicately divested, before he steps forward to straddle him on the couch, knees on either side of his thighs.
barbaric? questionable? he doesn't know about that. )
You must have been gentle, and slow. You like it rougher, right? You enjoy it when I scratch and bite, and when I kiss you. But you took pains to clean up the cum you left inside me, I suppose that was thoughtful.
( he presses his forehead to his, gentle. ) I didn't like that.
( his hand comes to rest on his chest, just below his glittering jewel. ) I like carrying a bit of you around inside of me.
[ Alhaitham isn't sure what to expect from Kaveh in reply. This is such a murky question of consent, of what's allowed between them and what isn't. They're not even officially "together" though he hasn't slept with anyone since he first started this with Kaveh and fully expects that Kaveh hasn't either. They're... exclusive, in their own way, yes? Alhaitham should be meeting all of Kaveh's needs, he shouldn't have to look elsewhere.
But Kaveh might get upset regardless, which would be his right. Alhaitham wouldn't begrudge him for that. He might even call the whole thing off, tell Alhaitham he never wants to sleep with him again, that they're not even friends anymore, just roommates and that's it. It would be... incredibly disappointing if that's what he did though.
Instead, Alhaitham gets to watch as Kaveh removes his sash and gloves, as he climbs into Alhaitham's lap and rests his hands on his chest, presses his forehead to Alhaitham's. Alhaitham doesn't look outwardly bothered by this but he does swallow, a dead giveaway that he's been affected by Kaveh's movements. His eyes drag down Kaveh's body before returning to his face and he gives a soft hm in reply. ]
That's disgusting.
[ But there's no heat to his words, no bite. Just an idle comment, amused if anything. Kaveh likes it when Alhaitham leaves come in his ass. Disgusting. ]
But if that's what you prefer, next time I won't clean it up.
[ Prim and proper and matter of fact. Alhaitham states his perspective: he won't stop fucking Kaveh while he's asleep and he'll make sure to leave him filthy if that's what he wants, make sure to claim him as his. Idly, his hands lift up and settle on Kaveh's waist, fingers digging into his sides as he drags him in tighter into his lap. His grip is horribly possessive. ]
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He clearly just wanted in your pants and just pretended to be interested in architecture to get on your good side.
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.. you really think so?
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Besides, I don't want fame and fortune anyway, I just want to do my job, and do what's right. I don't see anything wrong with that.
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But you said you only want to talk about the guy. As for this guy, I'd just stop replying to his messages. He's not worth your time and you deserve better.
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Thanks for letting me know.
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Are you okay?
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This is new. Alhaitham isn't one who typically falls for people, or likes people in general. He keeps people at a distance, doesn't really engage, doesn't really have friends — and doesn't want friends either. He's aloof and distant and likes it that way. It's been that way since he was a kid, where he'd much prefer to spend his time reading or going for solo exercise and just generally being by himself.
He was once accused of being a lone wolf — a type of alpha that doesn't form pack bonds like others do and may not even ever mate with an omega in that case. It didn't really bother him to hear and he's objective enough about himself to figure that it came from his own orphan upbringing. Usually kids learn how to form pack bonds and other relationships growing up through their family. He didn't have a family. So, it is what it is.
But here he is, freshman in college and for the first time in his life, he's felt his heart beating a little quicker and his fangs feeling a little sore with the urge to bite whenever he sees... Kaveh. Professor Kaveh that is, his teacher for his elective art course that his advisor bullied him into taking. He didn't want to take it, he doesn't really care for art but he needed an elective and everything else didn't interest him. So, art history it is.
And that's where he met Kaveh.
The man was older than him and his professor so he really shouldn't have felt anything about him. Yet, from the very first moment they met, Alhaitham couldn't get Kaveh's scent out of his nose. The man was a little anxious and full of this nervous energy that reminded Alhaitham somewhat of a rabbit, but when he started speaking about what he was passionate about — which was art — he would get so intense and even angry sometimes with the way he was consumed with his beliefs. Alhaitham found it fascinating to watch, even when he didn't necessarily agree with it.
He wanted Kaveh though. More of him. He wanted to spend time with him, listen to him talk, see what he was like outside of class and what he did. He could smell that he didn't hate a mate, which was a relief because Alhaitham wasn't sure if he could handle that. But he didn't know anything else about him. He wasn't even sure if Kaveh was aware of who he was beyond just being a student in his class. He wanted him to know who he was though.
It's how he came up with a plan. Classic courting. He would leave gifts for Kaveh at his office when he wasn't around, leave his scent hanging around and make his interest known. He did that a few times without making it known it was him doing that — leaving food, a scarf, some new pencils and sketchbook, amongst other things. Then now, today, he would make it clear who was giving Kaveh the gifts by dropping by his office when he was there. Hopefully at this point Kaveh would be curious about who was pursuing him and he wouldn't balk at the fact that it's a student. Probably?
Either way, today Alhaitham pauses outside the door to Kaveh's office, holding two coffees in his hand — one for him and one for Kaveh, made to Kaveh's order that he found out through asking around — and then knocks on the door. ]
Professor? Are you in there?
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Except for this one thing. Someone has been stubbornly pursuing him. That's what Kaveh thinks it is, and while it isn't the first time some alpha has tried to win his favor, it certainly is the first time anyone has been this persistent. The gifts, the scent. The first few times, Kaveh had rolled his eyes, and shoved the gifts in some forgotten corner. He had aired out his office. And yet, after the continued attention, he has to admit to a slight curiosity. Not because he is interested! He just wanted to put a stop to it, to tell the perpetrator that he was not falling for this. Sure, the scent was enticing, but Kaveh has plenty of practice ignoring things like that. He's been doing it most of his life.
Worst of all, though? It's been distracting him. Kaveh has his independent research outside of teaching, but he hasn't been able to be productive at all. In fact, today, he is sitting in his office agonizing over a blank sheet of paper that is meant to have writing scrawled on it, when someone knocks on the door.
He only vaguely recognizes the voice. Kaveh has a lot of students. A sigh, and he closes the notebook in front of him. ]
The door is open.
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So, he enters the office, closing the door behind him first, and sets Kaveh's coffee in front of him. Then he's making himself comfortable by taking a seat at his desk, the one meant for students. ]
I brought you a coffee, professor. It should be to your tastes.
[ He doesn't know how sensitive Kaveh's nose is. Can he already tell that this is the alpha who has been courting him? Or does Alhaitham need to do something? For now, he waits, just watching Kaveh calmly. ]
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Of course Kaveh knows who he is. Perhaps that is why it's so surprising that he has sought Kaveh out outside of class. Incredibly high marks when he's interested in something, but inclined to ignore things that don't capture said interest. ]
Thank you, but be aware that gifting me things will not earn you higher grades.
[ Because that must be what Alhaitham is after, right? And Kaveh isn't biting; he grades purely on understanding of the material. On the other hand, if Alhaitham is coming to him for help outside of class, then he is more than happy to spend some additional time with a student.
Completely professional, of course. ]
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So, no, he's not here for his grades. His grades are fine. He'll pass the class, get his elective credits, make his advisor happy. It's all good. ]
I'm not interested in higher grades.
[ But he is interested in something. Which is Kaveh. He leans back in his seat, arms crossed over his chest and gaze fixed on Kaveh. He's waiting to see if he'll drink the coffee, wants to see his omega happy from what he's brought him. Not that Kaveh is his omega, yet. ]
I was curious about you, professor, and wanted to talk. I'm looking for another mentor outside of my major.
[ Alhaitham is a linguistics major. The social sciences in general interest him but he still doesn't have a knack for art. He doesn't really care to pursue it even more either but it's a good enough excuse to start building a relationship with Kaveh. ]
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Watching Alhaitham, Kaveh brings the coffee up to take a sip. If he's not interested in higher grades, then what could Alhaitham possibly need? Does he have a question about one of the pieces they'd looked at recently? Has something struck his interest, and he wants to further the stirrings of passion?
Kaveh has his mouth full with almost-hot coffee when Alhaitham explains why. He is curious about Kaveh. Which can mean one of two things: genuine curiosity and a desire to get to know Kaveh in an academic way, or because he is an omega. So, which will it be? Suddenly, Kaveh is dubious, but he deeply wishes to spread the love of arts, so he bites. ]
Well, I might be flattered, depending on what you'd like to talk about.
[ It would be wonderful to turn another student on to his artistic passion. ]
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He even picked up photography and while most of his photos with a human subject were just... photos of Kaveh, he did take to it well. A bit like a duck to water. So, he practiced his photography, spent time with Kaveh, was generally patient and good and waited for Kaveh's approval. It didn't stop him from trying to give Kaveh gifts though. Coffees here and there, art supplies when he noticed he was running low, that sort of thing. He couldn't really rub his scent on much of that but he hoped it still made his omega feel good.
Because, yeah, even though he was respecting boundaries — in his head, he still considered Kaveh his omega.
Tonight was interesting. A bit before the end of the fall semester, leading up to finals. It was too cold out to go to dinner together and Alhaitham didn't really want to take the trek back to his dorm room from Kaveh's office so Kaveh had... suggested they go back to his place. This was a first of Alhaitham, he didn't expect to be let into Kaveh's place anytime soon but here they were. So, he followed Kaveh home and when he was let into his professor's apartment, he took in every detail he could.
It smelled like him. Like omega. Like mate. And if Alhaitham had a tail — it'd be wagging. As it is, he just stood there at the entrance, feeling a little nervous to do anything until Kaveh invited him in. He hung up his coat, took off his shoes and followed Kaveh into the apartment carefully. He didn't even know where to sit, where to stand. He spotted the scarf he'd given Kaveh ages ago lying on one of the pieces of furniture and that was... really nice.
But now what? Would Kaveh cook? Would they eat? Was he allowed to scent the apartment? Probably not on that last one. But... what else? ]
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This is why Alhaitham has been allowed into Kaveh’s apartment, where he would never have allowed another alpha. Because instead of an alpha, Alhaitham has become just Alhaitham, and Kaveh… enjoys his company. He doesn’t even mind the gifts. Maybe, secretly, he has started enjoying them.
Not that that means he has changed his mind! He knows nothing can happen between them… but maybe he’s been thinking about it a little more often. Thoughts are just thoughts; they can’t harm anything.
Kaveh’s home is clean and colorful, but not overly so. He motions to the sofa. ]
Make yourself comfortable. Are you thirsty? I can make tea or coffee.
[ It has been a long time since he’s had anyone over. It feels sort of nice. ]
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So, Alhaitham does take a seat on the couch and considers the offer. ]
Tea would be nice. Herbal, if you have it.
[ He's not much of a coffee guy, even if he's always buying coffees for Kaveh. But he wants Kaveh to feel warm and sated and content with the coffees. And maybe associate coffee with Alhaitham for when he wakes up and makes himself the drink. That's fine, that's toooootally fine.
But back to the reason why they're here in the first place. Alhaitham shifts a little on the couch, feeling antsy. ]
Professor, do you want to order food or should we cook together?
[ Alhaitham isn't much of a cook, honestly, but it feels a little rude to assume Kaveh is going to cook for him. ]
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I don’t mind cooking, but you’re a guest.
[ Obviously, Kaveh would do the cooking himself. He prides himself on being a good host, and… maybe he likes the idea of Alhaitham eating his cooking. For no particular reason, mind you. ]
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Are you okay with me not helping you cook?
[ He doesn't mind sitting here enjoying the ambiance of Kaveh's apartment (the scent, the omega scent, the scent of his omega) while Kaveh cooks but he'd rather not get in trouble for it. ]
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I don’t mind at all, but if you’d rather order out, at least let me pay for it.
[ Kaveh can’t make his student buy him dinner. ]
How is the tea? Do you need anything?
[ Maybe he’s fussing a bit. He doesn’t often have guests over. Particularly not alpha guests. ]
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somnophilia.
the question is, when? when he'd been asleep? he's certain they hadn't fucked properly in awhile thanks to their differing schedules. kaveh had been putting more hours at the akademiya and finishing work for his clients, and barely remembers times when he'd had a restful sleep, much less initiating sex with alhaitham. he dismisses it the first time around, but when it happens the second, third, fourth time, he can't continue to ignore it.
what a shame, he thinks, that he wasn't awake to enjoy having the man's cock inside him, milking every drop of his essence from his balls, feeling it coat his insides.
tonight, however, he's determined to bring it out into the open. he's back earlier than usual, having concluded another job and setting an envelope containing his rent on the dining table. he's early with rent too, for once, and it puts him in a very good mood. dinner was a fuss-free affair, and it's not until they're settled together on the couch, with kaveh casually unclasping his cape and alhaitham deciding to take a sip of the tea he'd made, that the architect casually speaks up. )
Have you been fucking me while I've been asleep?
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It started because Kaveh and him hadn't had sex for a while, a few weeks, because of their conflicting schedules. Kaveh was taking on more work, was happy with his clients for once, was doing a lot of things that he told Alhaitham he would do, to get his life back on track, and Alhaitham for once didn't want to bother him while he did it. It was good for him, to be involved with the Akademiya, to have clients who actually listened to him. So, Alhaitham let him be.
But he was going crazy too. He went from having consistent sex with Kaveh to nothing at all and that was just... not good. Not satisfying. Not something he could live with. So, it happened one night when Kaveh was passed out in bed, dressed in just a pair of briefs and a t-shirt that Alhaitham couldn't help himself. He pulled down those briefs, prepped Kaveh gently enough not to wake him and fucked him slow and steady until he was satisfied.
And then he did it again the next night.
And the next.
It became a routine at that point, something he knew better than to do but couldn't resist at the same time. He wanted to devour Kaveh typically and this was scratching that itch in a way that let them both get what they want. He was good too, cleaned Kaveh out after, didn't leave any marks, so he knew he wouldn't get caught. He wouldn't!
That is until Kaveh, one evening, calls him out on it. He's in the middle of taking a sip of tea, book in his other hand as he reads on the couch when Kaveh just — just asks that. Have you been fucking me while I've been asleep? Fuck. Fuck!! Alhaitham immediately chokes on the tea, dropping his book from his hand and coughing hard as he tries to catch his breath. Even if he wanted to lie, with a reaction like that there's no way he can save face.
Fuck.
Setting down his tea cup and picking up his book, he breathes out slowly and looks over at Kaveh. ]
And if I have?
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he asks that like he hasn't been caught fucking him without express permission, and in this moment kaveh can't help but think about how they haven't actually spent time together like they used to. he had been swept up in the joy of applying himself and creating work he can be proud of, so much so that he had accidentally neglected the one he cherishes the most.
is it that... alhaitham actually misses him? things have changed subtly since they started being regularly intimate, feeding both their desires for each other, and even if alhaitham isn't used to feeling or saying such things out loud, kaveh supposes that it's not outside of the realm of belief to think that he's probably searching for ways for them to be together.
it's endearing.
he goes over to him, and delicately takes his book from him, closing it and setting it aside. instead of anger, there is only curiosity. )
Why?
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But he doesn't know how to explain it and now that he's caught, he's still at a loss for words. The truth, and Alhaitham still doesn't understand it yet, is that he missed him an aching amount and didn't know what to do with these urges. He didn't know how to just tell Kaveh this and didn't know what he could do to make that longing go away. So he gave in to the most base urge, which was to fuck Kaveh while he was asleep. Barbaric, probably, but it got the job done.
So, now that he's confronted with his actions and Kaveh is asking him a simple why, he doesn't know what to say. He's quiet for a long moment instead, looking past Kaveh at the wall and trying to get his thoughts together. ]
Because... I wanted to, of course. You weren't around during the day and didn't come to my room anymore at night. [ They still slept in separate rooms but more often than not, Kaveh was in Alhaitham's bed — until recently. ] So, I fucked you.
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but that's so alhaitham, right? why speak when action is more effective? he knows the man doesn't contend with emotions, especially complicated, overwhelming ones where sex is involved, and without a word, he undoes his sash, letting it pool on the coffeetable behind him. his half-gloves are next to go, delicately divested, before he steps forward to straddle him on the couch, knees on either side of his thighs.
barbaric? questionable? he doesn't know about that. )
You must have been gentle, and slow. You like it rougher, right? You enjoy it when I scratch and bite, and when I kiss you. But you took pains to clean up the cum you left inside me, I suppose that was thoughtful.
( he presses his forehead to his, gentle. ) I didn't like that.
( his hand comes to rest on his chest, just below his glittering jewel. ) I like carrying a bit of you around inside of me.
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But Kaveh might get upset regardless, which would be his right. Alhaitham wouldn't begrudge him for that. He might even call the whole thing off, tell Alhaitham he never wants to sleep with him again, that they're not even friends anymore, just roommates and that's it. It would be... incredibly disappointing if that's what he did though.
Instead, Alhaitham gets to watch as Kaveh removes his sash and gloves, as he climbs into Alhaitham's lap and rests his hands on his chest, presses his forehead to Alhaitham's. Alhaitham doesn't look outwardly bothered by this but he does swallow, a dead giveaway that he's been affected by Kaveh's movements. His eyes drag down Kaveh's body before returning to his face and he gives a soft hm in reply. ]
That's disgusting.
[ But there's no heat to his words, no bite. Just an idle comment, amused if anything. Kaveh likes it when Alhaitham leaves come in his ass. Disgusting. ]
But if that's what you prefer, next time I won't clean it up.
[ Prim and proper and matter of fact. Alhaitham states his perspective: he won't stop fucking Kaveh while he's asleep and he'll make sure to leave him filthy if that's what he wants, make sure to claim him as his. Idly, his hands lift up and settle on Kaveh's waist, fingers digging into his sides as he drags him in tighter into his lap. His grip is horribly possessive. ]
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