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Kaveh was screwed. Oh, so screwed.
“Isn’t he such a slut? You take him like this before, blondie?”
The daythunder eremite gives a deep-set laugh, pulling Alhaitham’s mouth from his cock. Saliva coats his chin and the silken red blindfold wrapped around his eyes is stained with unshed tears. Kaveh watches with a fuzzy mind and satisfaction, and nearly leaves the question unanswered- but the fingers prodding deep inside him playing with his sloppy cum-filled hole warn against his silence.
“Yes,” he answers shakily, watching Alhaitham’s thighs tense under the ministrations of the man behind him, with his cock buried deep into that tight hole that Kaveh’s dick twitches at the thought of. From this angle, he can’t really see anything, but with the way Alhaitham trembles and downright mewls, Kaveh knows that it’s good. Kaveh can see the way that Alhaitham grinds back on the eremite, biting his bruised bottom lip.
The man behind him pulls his cum-coated fingers from Kaveh’s ass, bringing them to wrap around his aching dick. Kaveh groans in his throat as he lazily strokes it. Alhaitham’s leggings are torn at the ass, and Kaveh sucks a breath in through his teeth at the way the plump skin is… accentuated, by the rips. And it’s not his fault that every slap of the man fucking him makes them redden and bounce. He hangs his head in shame as his dick twitches, but through his bangs he keeps his eyes trained on Alhaitham’s ass.
“With this thing?” It’s teasing, cut off with a chorus of laughs from the rest of the onlookers. The eremite flicks his cock. Shame rises in his stomach, along with arousal.
“Poor, poor boy,” one of the ring dancers says with a tinge of pity to Alhaitham, running her manicured nails through Alhaitham’s hair, scratching at the skin behind his bare ears. Kaveh watches them burn bright red, and Alhaitham loudly and pathetically whines, eliciting more coos and laughter from the small gathering around him.
There’s a sense of jealousy at all the doting affection Alhaitham is receiving from this mob. The eremite who was fucking his throat just a few moments ago takes Alhaitham’s cheeks between his thumb and pointer, squishing the flushed surface up and turning his head towards a sunfrost eremite, whose own thumb comes to wipe off a trail of drool from Alhaitham’s chin. A scorching loremaster comes to rub gentle circles into Alhaitham’s hips. That should be Kaveh. Kaveh should be the one treating him like some sort of ambrosia. He bites his temper down.
Pulling his cock from Alhaitham’s hole, the eremite behind him taps his slippery cock across the bare surface of his ass, circling his reddened rim. Alhaitham keens at the touch, arching his back just enough for the tip of the man’s cock to barely slip in. Kaveh watches as he claws his fingers desperately into the sand.
“Aw, say please,” the eremite teases, bringing his own hips just out of reach. “You can do that, right? Be good for us? Tell us how much you want a cock in you?”
Alhaitham’s mouth gapes. With his eyes covered, Kaveh can’t tell if it’s in shock from the arousal or the audacity. He half expects his roommate to pull up his pants and walk away at that. A beat of silence and anticipation cross the dune. He finds himself on edge, waiting for the ever-so-unpredictable response from Alhaitham. The hand around his cock stops stroking. All eyes are on Alhaitham. Anxiety boils in Kaveh.
“... please…” Alhaitham begins shakily.
But that’s not enough for anyone. Not even for Kaveh, who knows Alhaitham is below groveling, especially for a cock from a man whose name he doesn’t even know.
“You can do better, baby.”
“Please… fuck me,” said with uncertainty, a waiver in Alhaitham’s voice. “I want… your cock.”
The entire group nearly bursts with pure joy as the man slides his cock deep into Alhaitham’s ass, who whines and brings a hand from supporting him to prod at the pressure in his stomach. Praise echoes around as the man grasps Alhaitham’s hips and rails into him, sinful slapping and squelching accompanying his fast and hard thrusts.
Kaveh knows that Alhaitham is noisy. He’s had to bury his head into the pillow while taking Alhaitham from behind to shut him up, gag him on his fingers, anything to get him to be quiet. But with no gag and the acoustics of the desert, Alhaitham’s desperate whines morph into screams of satisfaction, which please the crowd as they continue to praise Alhaitham.
But Kaveh knows it’s not the praise that gets his lover so riled up, not the attention. No, no, it’s the simple sensation of the situation. Noisy and oversensitive. He sees the way Alhaitham’s nipples poke through the sheer texture of his turtleneck, the way the blindfold and sloppy thrusts make him keen.
The man behind him pauses his thrusts, and Alhaitham whines in protest but is quickly satiated as he’s rolled onto his back in the sand and fucked deeper than before. Fucked so hard that Kaveh can see the outline of the stone enchanter’s cock in Alhaitham’s toned stomach. And fuck, Kaveh can feel his dick leaking precum at the sight of that. How Alhaitham grasps for something, anything, as he’s pounded into a braindead state. Fuck.
Alhaitham comes to wrap his hand around another’s cock, stroking lazily while the one fucking his mouth from before slams his cock back into Alhaitham’s throat. He gags around it, whines- and is that a plead for more?- sucking up the precum and saliva gathering in his mouth. His other hand is soon occupied, and the ring dancer who was massaging his scalp teases at his nipples, rolling the hardened nubs around in her saliva-slicked fingers. She showers him in praise, satisfaction on her face as he whimpers from the oversensitivity.
“Such a good, good boy for us. Is he this good for you? Or only us?”
She’s addressing Kaveh. But Kaveh’s mind is only occupied by the cock pounding into Alhaitham. How fucking huge it is, how Alhaitham gapes around it and can only beg for more, more. But the man cums with a soft groan, dumping his spend into Alhaitham’s stomach. He rides out his orgasm and pulls out just as the man in his mouth takes his cock from Alhaitham’s throat. He pulls the bangs covering Alhaitham’s eye away, tucking them back against his head, and tugs a few times until he’s spilling his cum all into Alhaitham’s waiting mouth, dripping cum all over his flushed face, forehead, reddened lips, and wet tongue.
And just as those two leave, they’re soon replaced by more. Alhaitham falls limp between the ministrations, body coated in a sheen of sweat and cum. The eremite stroking Kaveh eventually abandons him as a clearwater comes to restrain his hands behind his back- like he’d go anywhere when his cock twitches at the mere thought of his lover being taken so good in front of him. And Alhaitham loves it.
The silk blindfold slips off one eye, and Kaveh can see tears streaking from them, pupils blown wide in arousal. He watches as Alhaitham’s gaze trails down his own cum covered body, stopping at the bump in his stomach under the black of his shirt.
And he comes untouched.
Kaveh almost orgasms because of Alhaitham’s orgasm. His eyes roll back into his head and he screams around the dick in his throat, strings of cum shooting to land on his arched chest. And then, his whines and begs fall silent, and his eyes slip close.
The first eremite to take his hole claps to gather the attention of the other ones surrounding Alhaitham, who finish themselves off quickly and start to clean up. The clearwater holding Kaveh lets her grip go, rubbing at the bruises she left on his wrists with an almost strange tenderness. Some of the nonparticipants come to fuss over Alhaitham, checking his pulse, and cleaning him up with a cool rag, and Kaveh can only watch.
The loremaster rests his head in her lap, cleaning the cum off his face with her glove-covered thumbs. A sunfrost applies a salve on the bruises and bite marks, while a ring dancer runs a gentle streak of restorative Dendro energy across his collarbone. The stone enchanter walks around the aftercare to address Kaveh with a gentle smile, kneeling to bend down to his height.
“Thank you for offering you and your lover’s body to us. Allow us to take care of you for the night, to repay the debt.”
Another comes to tend to Kaveh, checking him up and cleaning bruises and bites and dried cum from earlier. And then, an unconscious Alhaitham, swaddled in thin blankets, is placed in his arms.
His chest rises and falls, and Kaveh tucks him closer to press a kiss on the now clean surface of his forehead. And as Kaveh’s assisted up, and ushered towards a tent with a cot and some samosas atop a table, he feels Alhaitham cuddle closer to him. A soft scoff leaves Kaveh’s lips. Yeah, right.
Nobody would be able to fuck him better than Kaveh.