#turns out short but baby haithammmm

[hancfubuki]

It was normal to hear students sighing out of relief after exams were over. Joyous laughing, giggles and overly excited people could be heard across the halls of the Akademiya. A pain for his ears, definitely not his favorite season, but not because of exams. Alhaitham never cared about that, it was like a normal week to him, easily replying and passing without no issue or without the need to study hard before them. Some might say he is arrogant, others simply think he is gifted enough to fully memorize all the subjects seen during the semester and easily respond to the questions given. Whatever it was, Alhaitham didn't share that joy as he could care less about exams. Unlike others that didn't have it as easy, his senior as example. It was easy to guess his whereabouts, probably burning his eyelashes on a last minute project, encased inside the House of Daena, about to rip off the beautiful golden colored hair, overworking himself. A behavior Haitham has noticed during the few months they have been hanging out. Weird, how such an exasperating person had the energy of a magnet, causing Alhaitham to be lured towards him. A feeling he did not understand, but when his feet drove him to the library to sit on the particular spot where the smell of incense was coming from, he didn't question it.

Messy ponytail adorning his head. It easy to recognize him from miles, at least the young student is able to tell even his shadow apart. Alhaitham glances at him, taking the empty chair next to his senior without directing any words or sign of greetings towards the other. Disrespectful. Or at least that's the vibe he emanates, but the scholar is entitled enough to know this simple gesture is sufficient for Kaveh to recognize him. Opening his book, he sits comfortably until the sound of his name being called interrupts him.

"Do I really look like someone who enjoys sun?" His elbow rests on top of the shared table, using his palm as support as he rests his head on it. Teal eyes looking, quietly admiring, at the other student. Alhaitham disliked the hectic energy the other had during this season, but he had to admit the ponytail really did suit him. Having said so, his eyes quietly return to the pages of the book. A fictional novel he has been reading to pass time, definitely not his favorite genre, but a good distraction whenever he required it. "This is a good spot for reading. It's a library." Emphasizing the word, clear irony in his tone of voice escaping as his head softly shakes in disapproval. He didn't feel like going out, listening to noisy students laughing out loud and pretending they are free from school just because exams passed. It was troublesome, on top of that, he wanted to spend some time with Kaveh.

However, his attention is being disrupted again, only to feel Kaveh's face so close to his, in which he remains calm, poker face still all over his expression without removing his gaze from the pages of the book. His hair are covering them, but if Kaveh were to move the silver strands away he would be able to see how red they actually look. He doesn't say a word either, instead, he gives a side glance at the man the other is talking about. Ah... gossiping. One of Kaveh's favorite activity, and he does like to listen too as well. "I was." Haitham simply replies, eyes returning to the book as the page turns. "That noise could have break my eardrum." As that's the only thing that matters to him. "I don't think there's a mysterious situation behind it, he probably wasn't suited enough to take care of the exam and that's all. I do not remember seeing the slap, but I didn't care enough to pay attention as I only wanted to finish my exam." Though now, curiosity has gotten the best of him. There must be a reason behind it, and he is not one to solve mysteries but he does want to keep listening to Kaveh talking. "Do you think there was other motive behind it?"

Exam season just passed.

This meant most students at the Akademiya were all in high spirits, the older students partying and drinking their stress away while the younger ones were going out with friends for good food and short trips around farther parts of Sumeru to enjoy their free time while they could. Then, there were some students who were still stuck in the House of Deana, leftover projects keeping them inside while the sun shone brightly in the sky, their friends all having the time of their lives. One of those students was a certain blond senior student from Kshahrewar, long hair tied in a cute little ponytail over his shoulder and worrying his poor lower lip as he redrew the lines on his draft paper, tilting his head from side to side as he questions the plausibility of his build.

When he hears giggles of students as they pass by, he feels frustration rise to his head, pulling on his bangs and falling forward into his papers, feathered pen held tightly as he groans to himself. Oh, he's so so tired. It's not like he was stressed out like the other students in the House of Deana-- his project wasn't that important, and barely counted toward his actual grade. It was work he took up because he was promised extra credit and first pick in this particular professor's classes next semester- the true reason for his self-lockdown- if he could draft out a build using some specific styles that the professor chose for him. It didn't seem hard at first, but doing last-minute calculations, he felt like it was missing the flair that came with all his builds, trying to figure out where he could add more or lessen to make it look less tacky, make it fit the criteria necessary while looking pleasant to the eyes. It is when he raises his head, he hears the chair next to him shift, the sound of a flipped page loud in his ears.

"Alhaitham, aren't you going to go enjoy the sun? You could have at least gone reading at a better spot." So Kaveh says, but the one who had approached had been him, plopping all his materials down on the table right next to his junior. He said a quick hello and had gotten right to work, having to rush this because it was due in three days and he wanted to get it done as quickly as possible so he could enjoy the weekend coming tomorrow. Technically he was done... But the perfectionist in him refused to stop there, doing calculations in another open notebook as he decides to lower the slope and layer them instead to make it less burdensome to climb, even if it didn't look as nice. Just then, a tall man with choppy brown hair walks by their table, and Kaveh perks up, eyes following her before he leans back in his chair, blinking slowly. Oh.

"Haitham, look. That man over there with a badge from Amurta walking towards section E-15." He leans sideways so he could whisper into the other's ear, ignoring completely the fact that the boy was reading- a feat most were too scared to attempt. It's not like it was a super important book; Kaveh saw the title and it didn't look like something Alhaitham would be super invested in anyways. He's totally fine disrupting him for this. "I heard that he's the proctor who set off that alarm during the test last Thursday. You heard it too, right? The loud beep throughout the whole Akademiya. Seriously, he almost made me crush my model with how surprised I was. Actually, a junior of mine jumped so hard she actually broke her staircase and cried so hard." He shakes his head, actually feeling so bad for the girl. "I wonder what he did to get the system going off-tangent and blaring alarms when all he needs to do is just stay still and make sure students don't cheat. Have you heard what he was doing at the test site? I heard he was given a slap on the wrist and excused, but no one knows the reason yet."

"Actually, wait... Weren't you at that test site?" //@hancfubuki

[reshinless]

how about alhaitham fucking you on the couch, telling you to hush up in case kaveh comes home?

he asked you to come over to help decide on final designs for a few of his upcoming projects. but suddenly, the honest urge to have just taken you right then and there on the couch-

you didn't have to wear a skirt that short . . shit did you really wanna tease him like this? nasty girl.

he threw his head back as he worked himself inside your hole, erection only worsening, pants getting tighter and you were laid out in front of him on the couch.

"such a dirty slut. you didn't even wear panties? are you asking me to punish you? you could've just said so, brat." his digits scissored your hole, stretching your drooling cunt nice and wide before you take his dick.

he lands a rough kiss to your lips, crashing his own—chapped and hungry for your taste. the sound of his belt unbuckling never was unfamiliar, only turning you on more as you watched his phallus rise, taking a gulp nervously as you could already feel his tip teasing your entrance.

it's been almost 2 hours, and he kept going at it, your sticky hole felt warm, all the same. each time only adding more substance inside when you arch you back so your lover can hit that spot you just love so much so good.

"hnngh . . ! 'haitham annhh- fffuck I love y'r dick- nnhh-!" your loud whines he could only degrade for now, for wanting him to bend you over and fuck you over a dining table in public? of course he had to teach you first you couldn't have everything you want.

all of a sudden before the final brick of pleasure was about to be placed, alhaitham suddenly pulls out. "wha- haithammmm! please?" the tone of your voice made him and his cock eager to thrust inside you and make you all pretty n' sticky.. but he had to resist such a sight.

"been suuuch a damn good-looking brat today, you can't have it I'm afraid. what if someone else had seen this instead of me.. would you have wanted that, baby?" his tone filled with a pinch of sass, and the rest of his personality.

but who wouldn't be just a little.. possessive of you when you look so easy to just devour everything from your ears till your toes.

he shushed your cries, and pleads to make him cum inside. you know that he can't do that just yet, not until your wedding day. hmm, he definitely had to propose soon.

fat tears slowly start to run down your cheeks as alhaitham leaned in close, the previous mating press-like position you were put it now had one of your legs over his shoulder.

he started to kiss your tears away, he hated to see you cry, shit don't pull this trump card right now..

he starts to match his pace as to how a chef would cook their meals. fast, and efficient. he made no second wasted, performing small, hushed and hurried thrusts into you. a finger over your mouth to keep you down. he could hear a key jingle at the door of the home—it was his roommate kaveh.

but fuck was he so close to cumming too. he could see it through your velvety tongue that lolled out each time he grinded his angry, red tip against you g-spot.

before he knew it, he already pulled out to release, getting a few drops of his cum on your chest, over to your face. and damn would he be glad to lick it all off your body—but the door opens.

"i'm ho- OH WHAT THE FUCK—" the blond drops his things on the floor, mehrak quickly swiping them up onto its head as kaveh stands in shock.