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Alhaitham, almost traitor, ruthless marker and more inportantly was the academia's scribe, but now after the defeat of the harbringer?(who?) and former Grand scribe Azar who had been charged with treason against the country by the new dendro Archon, it seemed he was the only one with enough qualifications to deal with the unfortunately immensive power gap within the academia's gaping maw. He was well aware of what the consequences of this plan would be when he started this, theres no point in having a repeat of all that when an easier, smarter solution sits in front of him.
This is his worst nightmare.
While yes, his pay has increased exponentialy by taking (forced into) the job of Acting-Grand Sage by Lord Kusanali's orders this also means that his workload has increased by an exponential amount as well. Just by looking at him you can see the extortionate effort he makes to finish all of his almost never ending workpile, his very visage is the center point of pitiful. Though Alhaitham is a lazy person at heart, not wanting to put unnecessary stress on himself for any reason unless it truly bothers him, the damming order he was given was just that. He works tirelessly for days on end, lost in report after report, problem after problem, all to steady Sumeru city, while completely forgetting about the single most important side effect from the forbidden knowlage capsule he had used.
It's Alhaitham's first day home in 9 days.
He'd been holed up in his office and was not in the mood to be stuck there any longer, so dragging himself home he took the rest of the thesises (submited late) and unimportant repair orders to his in home work office to finish at his own place(read: slack off) in peace. While laying in bed he felt a sudden throb in his chest. It wasn't painful but it WAS uncomfortable. He touched his chest in a moment of confusion as it continued to throb before ebbing and disappearing as though it never happened in the first place. Alhaitham thought that maybe this was some kind of heartburn, as he'd been drinking nothing but caffeine while in that admittedly nice office (there is no time for a slow meal when a country needs to be rebuilt after all, even if this was well over his pay grade). However, as he wasn't stupid enough to just let something like that go, so he gathers his tired aching self with great reluctance out of bed to get a cup of water and to get some in home over the counter heartburn medication. The cup of water cools his hand as he swallows down the pill with ease, and makes a mental note himself to go to a clinic the next day as he observes how dark it is outside. He slips into to bed in relative silence the silky, cooled pillows and soft sheets stealing his remaing conscience from him. His usually noisy, annoying, fiesty roommate isn't here to make himself known through passionate nightly working sprees.
"It's nowhere time to be at work" Alhaitham thinks sluggishly to himself as the dusky sun is peeking through his blinds and straight into his eyes with hatred, turning away from the light source Alhaitham blearly opens his eyes blurring with sleep partly to a heavy and throbbing sensation on his chest, he looks down a grimace on his face and to the soft scent of......milk?. He snaps his eyes open looking down at his chest, "first problem solved" he inwardly scowls to himself. It's Kaveh, the fool is passed out drunk on his emphasis on HIS bed. Pressed up against his nipples that are getting smushed against Kaveh's face, his sweat? or at least he thinks hopes is sweat is running down his chest in rivulets. The annoyance of having another body on him is getting to much for him, and the heat is getting to him in the worst way possible but as he goes to push Kaveh off him Kaveh shifts against his nipple bringing a pleasurable twang of heat towards his stomach and straight to his dick.
His face scrunches up, holding back a moan as he has to bite his lip as the sudden pleasure locks his body in place. His muscles tense at the jolt and cause something wet, slick and warm to slide down his chest, right through his already soaking nightshirt(how long has he been like this?). He shivers at the sudden warm liquid, practically shoving Kaveh to the floor and waking him up with a startled gasp and yelp. Shakely proping himself up on his forarm to look down at his shirt, he sees in his ultimate confusion and eternal horror as he looks to see one side of his completly drenched shirt pulled up towards his neck basically flaunting his leaking nipples and.......a bite mark? The throb that he thought to be heartburn comes back stronger than ever but this time it strengthens the stream of milk coming from his pecs. The throb eventually transitions into electric sensations from his tits to his dick, he couldn't hold in the gasp that came out when a second jolt racked his body, the sudden throb doubles him over and smushes his face against his damp silky pillow, hands just moments away fron lifting himself become useless jello.
His thoughts are foggy and he can't seem to think straight at all, the pleasure he's feeling right now is the best he's ever gotten, more then what hes ever gotten by using his hand, he pants against his pillow, his eyes hazy from arousal. When was the last time pleasured himself? He thought to himself briefly. He didn't remember being this sensitive to pleasure, his cock hard and straining against his boxers leaking a steady stream of precum and leaving an expanding sticky wet spot on the soft cloth.
Kaveh who had been unlucky enough to be forcefully pushed off the bed and onto the cold hardwood flooring watches the whole event happen in real-time, a curse on the edge of his tongue evaporates as he watches his usually stoic roommate and pesudo rival practically collapse from pleasure. While his dick twitches and quickly hardens at the sight tenting his pants lewdly, seemly already knowing what it wants to do. His brain sluggish from the alcohol from last night struggles to comprehend the sight of Alhaitham coming completely untouched spurting a thick wet load of cum into his boxers as his nipples leak into the bed sheets.
Eyes rolling to the back of his head, hands unconsciously gripping his cool sheets with enough force to crush miliachuls axe, a stuttering moan is forced out of his throat. If he looked a little harder he swore he could have seen some tears in his eyes from his orgasm. The sight is positively erotic. Kaveh didn't even know Alhaitham could even make such a face with so much emotion, his usual steadfast and monotone expression shattered by his first orgasm in nearly 2 weeks. Kaveh can't help but stop and stare while Alhaitham slowly catches his breath from the unexpected orgasmic pleasure.
Wide eyes and wet lips slowly turn into a baleful scowl as the jolts get worse and the leaking milk turns from a slight drizzle and quickly into a steady stream, Alhaitham is starting to come back to reality and Kaveh is just now realizing that he probably shouldn't be in the room right now.