Love Bites (Alhaitham x Kaveh)

Chapter 8 - Two Souls Harmonize

(This chapter is all smut, so if you're not into reading that type of stuff, you can skip this chapter.)

-Alhaitham's POV-

I don't know how, but we made it back to my house, and I had Kaveh pressed up against the wall next to the door, just out of sight of where people would walk by the front of the house. Our lips were interlocked in a deep kiss as I felt around my pockets for my keys, and in doing so, my fingers ran over the patterned surface of Kaveh's keychain, so I pulled it out instead of my keys. I briefly pulled away from the kiss to unlock the door, then I pulled him inside and slammed the door shut before pinning him against the wall and closing the gap between us again.

His hands desperately clawed up and down my back, as I kept him engaged in the kiss, not even giving ourselves a chance to take a breath, as if there was no tomorrow. I didn't know what I was doing, but it felt so right. Maybe it was the alcohol fuzzing up my mind, but I had no time to make that determination. 

I finally pulled away and looked directly into his glistening eyes, which seemed to shine brighter than the stars in the sky. 

-Kaveh's POV-

I had to grab onto his waist to prevent myself from dropping down to the ground because of how drunk I was, or maybe it was because of how deeply he kissed me. It clouded my mind and made me feel like I'd fallen from the sky, and was now being held by him for comfort. Seeing that I was almost about to fall over, he scooped me up in his arms as if I were weightless, and put me down on one of the sofas before getting on top of me. 

He hadn't even bothered to turn the lights on, but I could still see him clearly just because of how close we were to each other. His arms stayed flush by my sides as he used them to support himself above me, whilst his eyes didn't look away from mine, not even for a millisecond. He didn't even blink. 

"Is this what too much alcohol does to the incessantly logical Grand Sage?" I joked, pricking my bottom lip with my teeth while caressing his cheek with the back of my hand. 

"You have no idea what I want to do to you, Kaveh." It was as if he'd ignored my question, which felt so strange because he always seemed to have an answer and argument for everything. But now, it felt as if he'd almost accepted defeat against me, and had given in to his urges. I couldn't exactly read the expression on his face, but it seemed like we were going to have a long night. 

He sat up between my legs as he removed his cape and gloves, and I did the same, carelessly discarding them in some corner of the room. However, Haitham didn't seem satisfied, so he pulled off my waistband and threw it away, making me laugh at his impatience. I was surprised to see this side in contrast to his usual calm and composed demeanor. 

He took advantage of the chest window on my shirt and planted his lips onto my neck, leaving behind a trail of kisses, as well as sucking on my skin to decorate it with light pink, blossom-like marks. I couldn't help but let out a gasp as I felt one of his big, warm hands reaching under my shirt and running over my stomach and chest. He used the tips of his fingers to explore every bit of my torso, leaving me shivering beneath him. All I could and wanted to do was tilt my head back and give him more access, and let him do anything he wanted with me. My hands helplessly latched onto his soft hair, and my fingers pulled on them every time his teeth grazed against my skin. I just wanted to feel his body against mine. God, I needed him so badly. 

The bites he left on my neck and collarbones stung but he made sure to gently kiss them afterward before moving on to make more marks. I spread my legs more than before and wrapped them around his waist to pull him closer to me, which was when I felt something rock-hard bulging against my crotch. I let out a smile as I rubbed my own painfully obvious hard-on against his, making him groan and breathe heavily against my skin, making it slightly burn because of how hot his breath was. He used his free hand to grab onto the edge of the sofa so hard that the wood that it was made of began to creak as if it was going to break under the pressure.