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"This is our place and we make the calls"

It had been almost two weeks since the two had received any news from each other. Instead of being greeted with his boyfriend by smelling good and ready to serve Kaveh from the trip, Kaveh had to watch Haitham fall apart on their bed due to a hangover. Upset by this, they then had a huge fight in bed in various ways that kept him awake all night.

English - R18

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Whatever it was that Alhaitham was doing on the floor. His wretched face appeared to be the result of the exhaustion devouring him after weeks of drowning himself in the project he agreed upon.

The research project seemed to be at stake as everything appeared to be in order until someone messed it up three weeks before the deadline. His mind was filled with swear words from every language he could think of.

He sat on the floor, back against the sofa with eyes staring at the white ceiling, His eyes sting from the harsh light in the living room. He weakly held a bottle of peach soju in his right hand, a bottle that he purchased on the way home. One bottle is gone, leaving five to be served. He spent three days straight trying to numb his longing and frustration by drinking a cough-syrup-flavored booze. He was miserable, depressed, and dissatisfied, and he missed his boyfriend.

Half an hour later, their shared apartment door was opened, Kaveh had arrived from his one-week trip. He seemed anxious as he put his belongings carelessly scattered on the floor, looking for his roommate who had not replied to him since he left for the project.

Searching for the roommate in every corner of the apartment, a gray-haired man was finally found, he was exhausted and lifeless on the bed. Several empty soju bottles littered the nightstand and crumpled papers were strewn all over the floor.

Kaveh leaned against the doorframe, taking a deep breath. All the strange thoughts he had expected to happen to Haitham disappeared when he finally found his lover. He shook his head, trying to figure out what his lover was going through. He returned to the living room and picked up his scattered belongings. After putting everything away, not in the mood to argue, Kaveh decided to clean up his sweat from the long journey.

***

Kaveh slowly crawled on top of his lover, with a wet towel still on his neck, enchanting soap perfume permeated across the room. He leaned in closer, softly whispered to Haitham's ear, gently weighted himself on Haitham's chest.

"I'm home. Why don't you reply to my messages?"

The weary man seemed unable to process what was happening. He squinted, trying with whatever energy and sobriety he had left to speak to his lover who had just arrived.

"Alhaitham, I called you many times since I arrived at the airport. I messaged you on LINE since I left and you haven't replied to every message I sent, it's been a week. What happened, hey?"

Haitham weakly answered in grunts, closing his eyes with his hand trying to block out the light in the room and Kaveh from his sight. Kaveh persistently spoke to Haitham directly to his ears, attempting to find the answers by lightly patting Haitham's right cheek that felt like burning from all the booze he had since he came home. Was he too tired to contact Kaveh? Was the project he assisted days ago before his departure not going well as he planned? Being the team leader must be too much for him, Kaveh thought to himself.

"But you didn't reply to my messages either."

At last, Haitham replied. He wanted to roll his body to the side, but then noticed Kaveh was sitting on top of him. As Haitham struggled to move his body, Kaveh was so ready to argue back that he urgently restrained Haitham's shoulders.

"What? I did, many times! I told you what I eat, whenever I arrived at the site, the people I talked to during the time I was with the locals. Every, single, day."

"I don't recall anything about it being sent to me."

"What's wrong with you? Every time you feel burnt out you keep avoiding me, I know it's overwhelming but this habit of yours? Ugh, what a headache. But, Sir, this time I got even more worried since I didn't receive anything from you the moment I left. Hey, tell me what happened, stop changing the topic."

Kaveh's rage finally burst from within. He tried to control his frustration then looked for Haitham's phone throughout their bedroom. He sat back down at the edge of the bed with a loud sigh after discovering his lover's cell phone among the scattered papers. Thankfully, he didn't tread on it as he frantically searched the apartment for Haitham. The poor guy is out of options here.

After much effort, Kaveh was able to unlock Haitham's screen and begin investigating the problem. He tried clearing out the device's cache, memory, and others, as well as inspecting each app individually to identify the cause of its malfunction to respond to text messages and phone calls. Through much trial and error, the cause of this ruckus was the corresponding notification had unknowingly been turned off.

He stood up for what felt like minutes trying to think things out, sighed so loudly that it echoed, and sat back down on the edge of the bed. He had seen how dejected Haitham could look if he had to perform all the job himself and was exhausted. In the past, he would never commit to a project he knew would become a burden later on, but this time he somehow agreed.

Kaveh gazed compassionately at Haitham, recalling the conversation they had before Kaveh departed. If he remembered correctly, Haitham and his team were personally asked by the professor to oversee a collection of dilapidated archives located in a ruined building within the campus complex. Haitham voiced his interest in this matter, even went as far as looking for a team to assist him throughout the exploration.

However, unprecedented events kept happening for the last 2 weeks, not only did his teammates ruin the whole process, but he also had a lot of errands to handle that shouldn't have been his responsibility in the first place. The other day, he came home with so much rage that he complained non-stop for hours to Kaveh who had just returned from the campus.

It was pretty funny at that time when Haitham was pacing up and down the living room, grumbled under his breath and tried to tone down his anger, while Kaveh was working feverishly on the other side to complete the initial designs and plan the proposal he needed to discuss with the lecturer the following day. Kaveh gave up his Sunday for that, they continued listening to each other's complaints despite being busy with their work. Kaveh hyped up Haitham's claims and occasionally stopped him, to intervene before Haitham went too far into his thoughts.

When Kaveh saw Haitham was still lying lifeless, he repositioned himself to sit on top of Haitham's crotch. Kaveh had a devious scheme in his head. The sight of Kaveh's after-bath aura and his floral oud smell began to intoxicate Haitham's sense while he was still befuddled. Kaveh cradled himself slowly on top of Haitham's toned abdomen.

Haitham's body began to warm up, the blonde lover traced the crook of Haitham's neck, scented with distinctive body odor since he just got back from college. Kaveh returned to gaze at his beloved who still remained lifeless, his forehead and temples drenched with sweat. Kaveh rubbed Haitham's right cheek and pinched it teasingly until he let out an annoyed groan. He failed to get rid of Kaveh from his body again since Kaveh was also persistent on his crotch, then gripped both of Kaveh's thighs firmly.

"Kaveh you haven't answered my question either. Don't change the subject."

"You haven't been reacting well to me since then. This phone is no longer on mute, I just fixed it. Do you really want to avoid seeing messages from your team? But why did you turn off the app notifications, that's why none of my messages and calls were answered. They don't even pop up."

"Ah..." Haitham slowly opened his eyes and looked at Kaveh expectantly, "sorry."

Kaveh's ever more disappointed sigh was once again echoed throughout the room, "Haitham, really, this habit of yours has to stop."

"And you really need to stop the habit of always saying 'yes' when asked for something that is not worth your competency. I warned you not to take it because the payment was so pitiful, but you insisted on going because you needed the data. My grandmother's archives may have the necessary information, I can help you but you keep refusing."

"You're blaming my choice to take on the job again. You don't get how they are valuable to me! Looking at a bunch of papers seem pointless, I want to experience it for myself. Never mind, arguing won't get me anywhere. How are you doing? I only left for a week and you're already a mess. What's wrong with you? What happened?!"

Their discussion paused as they simply exchanged meaningless glances. Since his head hurt so much-likely from being drunk-Haitham was unable to complete his words, which foiled him from addressing many things. Though he had fallen asleep again, Haitham could still faintly hear Kaveh's voice, who tried to talk to him and insisted on carrying on the conversation. The moment Haitham stopped responding, Kaveh had no choice but to give up, yet he was determined to execute his devious plans to annoy Haitham.

***

Their shared room afterward filled with lewd, slurping noises coming from the lower part of Haitham's body. Kaveh as the culprit deliberately made the noise louder, devouring Haitham's cock that he also had been missing for weeks.

The dead man instinctively pulled Kaveh's loose hair, guiding him to the spot where it felt great to be swallowed in Kaveh's warm mouth. His response made Kaveh even more complacent, he then fondled both Haitham's balls in turns, mouth still hungrily ate his pulsating cock. Kaveh rubbed his cock against the warm olive-colored bed sheets, occasionally letting out moans in between grunts, he looked so busy despite their heated argument not hours ago.

Kaveh's lips glistened with a mix of his saliva and Haitham's precum. He straightened his position on Haitham's exposed rugged thighs, and tried to recollect himself after the unfinished eat-your-roommate-cock session. His breath was coming in gasps as he struggled to calm his desire to swallow Haitham's whole existence. Although he was welcomed in a mess, Kaveh's tunnel vision managed to find Haitham tantalizing in such a disheveled state.

Certainly, Kaveh came to Haitham prepared with a lubed hole and all. Haitham seemed to give up to his senses and unknowingly let Kaveh do whatever he wanted, he could only remain silent and growl in a half-sober state. The sight of the helpless Haitham gave a sense of contentment to Kaveh who was no longer dressed in his upper garment. Kaveh bit his lower lip, trod forward until his hole was on Haitham's cock.

Kaveh's slippery ass made Haitham moan at the mercy of his teasing, then he grabbed both Kaveh's plump and damp thighs firmly until Kaveh tumbled towards Haitham's chest, he just opened another opportunity for Kaveh to tease him more. Then he stimulated Haitham by biting a small area around the crook of his neck, seductively removing the white T-shirt he was wearing slowly, making both sides of Haitham ticklish, here lies Haitham's weak point who was actually very sensitive under his bulky frame.

How was Haitham again? Ah, right, his body did warm up to Kaveh's touch but his mind was somewhere else. Throughout the warming up session he could only enjoy everything through his senses, eyes half-closed, a moaning mess underneath Kaveh who kept planning on another sensual attack until Haitham would admit his wrongdoings, probably. The moment he regained sobreity, he was greeted by such an obscene act of Kaveh playing with this throbbing hole on the tip of Haitham's wet cock.

"Kaveh...why..."

"I will stop-nghh! If you admit your mistake, darling."

"Please, I'm not sober yet and- argh! Hey careful down there you will hurt yourself."

"I am a warrior prepared to attack your dick."

"But I'm not sober, I just- came home and I haven't even taken a bath yet, please I don't want this..."

Kaveh threw a dismissive look, "so you don't want this?"

The wet hole managed to get the tip of Haitham's cock entered until half of it was devoured. Kaveh only allowed Haitham to go this far as part of the torture. Actually Kaveh was also tortured by this because he had been struggling not to just slam his ass on it, funnily enough his pride wouldn't let his junior win.

"I'm sorry, okay? I will reply to all your messages and make sure to have my notification on... I just- there's a lot going on lately that I-ah! No... please..."

Haitham's cock was almost fully entered Kaveh's but the moment it reached the base, Kaveh pulled out again. Haitham whimpered in frustration, head tossed to the sides, begging Kaveh to have his thing inside of his favorite place again after not having it for a whole week.

Seeing his dear junior begged him nicely with watery eyes, biting his lips, and whimpered like a wet puppy, Kaveh couldn't help but leaned closer to whisper on Haitham's right ear, "Get ready, then."

The room just recorded the loudest moan that Kaveh had let out tonight, Haitham's cock perfectly fit in his hole who missed him so much, his frustration changed into ecstasy that would keep them occupied for the following night.

Carefully paced himself back and forth, seeking for the spot where he felt the most ecstatic, Kaveh held both Haitham's hand then guided them to play with his perky nipples. Kaveh's hole tightened because of all the stimulation spreading all over his trembling body. Haitham might not have a knack for visual aesthetics, but Kaveh who licked and playfully chewed his thumb, then put it again on his nipple, surely was a total feast for his undeserving eyes.

"Haitham... Haitham feels good-ahh! It feels good here, in my stomach... I miss this so much I feel full already."

Ah, he was gone, Haitham thought to himself, only clapping skin and sloppy kisses were heard in the room. Kaveh kissed Haitham deeper and deeper, biting both his lower and upper lips, so rough that the man underneath struggled to breath he had to bite back Kaveh's lower lip until it left a mark on the corner of it.

"Haitham you are not behaving well tonight, what if I don't want to do it with you for a month, huh?"

"Kaveh, I need to breathe."

"I am giving you CPR."

"It certainly is not how it works."

"If you are awake then get your body to work, Haitham, I don't want to serve YOU tonight. You are supposed to give me the benefit yet I was greeted by a pathetic looking boyfriend who sucks at handling people."

"Let me come once then we will do it properly okay? My head is still buzzing."

"Hmph! Alright then."

"Kaveh--Kaveh, wait!"

It turned out that Kaveh tore Haitham's white shirt out of his frustration, then pinched both nipples and licked, while pushing himself back on top to help him out. Haitham appeared helpless and submitted down there to Kaveh's intense stimulation. Kaveh again took both of Haitham's hands to use as he pleased: to bite his fingers in pleasure, to play with his nipples, and to place them back on his waist so that Haitham could reach that point.

Soon they both climaxed, their bodies covered in sweat and other fluids that made both feel sticky. Kaveh looked back at Haitham down there, a gaze full of affection, leaned closer and kissed Haitham's forehead tenderly. Their lips met in an affectionate and exhausted kiss, an impassioned kiss that took their breath away. Kaveh rested his forehead against Haitham's, looking back at his lover whom he hadn't met for a week. But really, they didn't do this for much longer that neither of them seemed to be able to remember the last time they did it.

"Senior Kaveh just attacked a drunk dead man."

"...I apologize, then."

"No, don't give me that look. You won't get away with this after I'm done showering."

"A counterattack? Interesting."

"My counterattack will not let you out of this apartment next day, Sir, careful what you wish for."

Kaveh's triumphant smile immediately faded, his ruby eyes showed genuine horror. Next thing he knew Haitham pulled himself out of Kaveh's hole, then sat himself up with cock still hard from their 'heated argument'. Haitham cupped Kaveh's chin with challenging stare, smugly kissed his reddened bite mark on the corner of his lips, leaving the wrecked blonde man agape, he really meant it, fuck.

"I shall return with renewed vigor, my dear, like a warrior seeking revenge for my fallen lover."

***

The gray-haired man kept his promise after he had himself himself cleaned and sober, went back to where he had left Kaveh, who was still draped in a ragged blanket, feebly lying down and breath coming in gasps. He reclined and nervously swallowed as he noticed Haitham getting ready to attack. Before he realized it, he was already pinned against the headboard.

The two returned to the physical activity that would take up the rest of the night. Kaveh's skin which previously moist and warm now felt hot and sticky, particularly in the neck and back area, which had been marked with bites and darkened hickeys. Haitham's arms, back, and buttocks were decorated with reddened scratch marks painted by Kaveh, who was still gasping in pleasure, now positioned underneath Haitham.

Kaveh's ruby eyes grew dark as his desire rose up, still a moaning mess whenever Haitham hit his spot. Seductively calling his lover's name in between the pleasure over and over again made Haitham even more worked up, he bit Kaveh's lower lip and kissed him deeper, tongue locked and sucked, his right hand was busy playing with Kaveh's blushed ear. Kaveh's unoccupied hand reached Haitham's ass in a tight grip, making his man winced in between another sloppy kiss, demanding him to go deeper without saying it out loud.

Whenever they switched positions, Kaveh could feel his body heating up. Haitham lavished touches on Kaveh's most sensitive zones, caused him to tremble uncontrollably. Occasionally Haitham would use his fingers to muffle Kaveh's cries that would make him groan and bite in response. Haitham could sense a throbbing and feverish sensation in his lower body, Kaveh loved it when Haitham grips his thighs and buries his face in his neck.

It was rare for them to explicitly expressed how great it felt having each other throughout the night, admiring and losing it to please each other's bodies. They simply scratched and bit each other as a form of gratitude. If it felt great whenever Haitham tried to stimulate a potential erotic territory or technique, Kaveh would approve either by biting Haitham's fingers or stroking his junior hair, otherwise if he felt uncomfortable, he would kick Haitham in the face, respectfully.

Kaveh had a habit of holding on to Haitham's strong arm for dear life, that was the indicator of how he felt during the session. Sometimes it left even deeper bite marks when Haitham was in the mood to experiment things he had researched previously, that would probably incite something within Alhaitham. On the other hand, Haitham would let out a typical moaning vocal familiar to Kaveh if Kaveh tried to execute his devious plan, the sound that was already embedded in his brain cells.

Since Kaveh did not spend nearly as much time online as Haitham-who would rather be reading a book or engrossed in the Mariana trench online-Haitham was more likely to be experimental with their sexual lives. Looking at people's life stories was something that Haitham found entertaining. One thing that Kaveh liked about him was his lover's insatiable curiosity, he was the type of person who could strike up a conversation about anything, even if it wasn't his area of expertise. Kaveh was always completely game for anything Haitham threw his way, and Haitham felt great whenever his lover showed him that he was enjoying himself during the intercourse. Despite his irritation, he couldn't help but smile at the sight of the prideful smile and sparkling green eyes of the gray-haired man.

"Are you alright? Should we stop?"

"Ah! Almost there... I think that will come out..."

Haitham snickered, pretended to be innocent, "Oh? What is it?"

Kaveh glared at his lover as Haitham fastened his pace, knowing it would bring something different this time out of Kaveh's tired and unused cock.

"Haitham, you..! Get me on top now."

"No."

As predicted, Kaveh kicked Haitham in the face, but his left leg was stopped mid-air as Haitham caught his ankle before he was kicked for real. Haitham kept thrusting himself, dragged Kaveh's hips even closer so he could push himself deeper with the previous pace he settled on, then bit Kaveh's ankle. His smug face was even more irritating now, he hated to beg Haitham but his genius mind would not stop thinking in such a competitive situation.

Kaveh free hands pinched both Haitham's nipple, his man winced and felt ticklish he had to stop his movement, then Kaveh pushed Haitham to sit underneath him, cock still pulsating inside of his sore ass. The pause was enough to give both more time to recollect themselves in between moans.

"You really are not behaving well tonight."

"I apologize, use me as much as you want."

"Great idea but I think I am done and tired now."

"Yeah... sigh, same."

"You are just now complaining with that fake tired sigh I hate you so much."

"My sperm factory is already out of service today, I think this will be their last shift."

Kaveh laughed so hard at his joke that the edges of his eyes crinkled, "Oh my god, I love you so much."

"No, I love you more."

Setting down his ass to reach his climax for the umpteenth time this evening, Kaveh circled his arms around Haitham's neck. He looked down at Haitham's neck still as blank as a canvas, disregarded everything he had done with his nails, Kaveh now hungrily preyed on Haitham's neck to leave more red marks and 'bug bites'. Haitham groaned, thrusting himself even deeper, both hands left red markings on Kaveh's butt from being roughly manhandled. Kaveh's teeth also went deeper like he was about to eat Haitham's flesh.

Later on they climaxed again, this time was really the last for tonight as Kaveh suddenly remembered the report he had to deliver in three days. Their already wet bed sheets formed yet another map as both trembled in pleasure, gasping for air and trying to calm their heated body, mouth agape letting out another loudest moan recorded in the room.

Haitham looked satisfied, seeing Kaveh wrecked and wet on top of him, admiring the mess he created. Haitham kissed back his lover who looked like a hot mess from their intense combat. Kaveh's hair was now smeared again with a liquid that was no longer known where it came from and from whom.

Both of them looked disheveled due to the signs of their possessiveness in competitively dominating each other's bodies. Kaveh caressed Haitham's forehead and then kissed it gently, Haitham could only receive another shower of Kaveh's kisses while playing with Kaveh's ass that somehow still throbbed.

***

"Kaveh I just nutted in you and now you are writing on your notebook. Clean up first."

"Wait a minute this is a creative process after receiving enough dopamine to my system, do not disturb until I finish writing notes for my report."

"Please be quick before you get pregnant, Kaveh."

"How would our child be If I were pregnant?"

"They would totally be a menace."

"Menacingly genius architect is an honorable title someone could get."

"That was just you."

"You really think I am a menace?"

"Look what you did to my back and arms Mr. Kaveh. If I told people that I was attacked by a pack of tigers in the wild they would believe me."

Kaveh looked back, eyes narrowed in disbelief since Haitham was standing quite far on the other side, then his eyes widened to see Haitham carried authentic evidence that his body was full of scratches and bite marks. Kaveh immediately stood up from his study and approached Haitham who was still leaning against the wall. Kaveh carefully rubbed and stroked the damaged spots, then looked back at Haitham with pleading eyes like a cat asking for forgiveness.

"Sorry..."

"You want me dead, huh?"

"I was just upset about the whole thing and you did leave the same amount of marks on me too so we are even now."

"Fair enough."

"Let's talk about THAT okay don't go to sleep or I will confiscate your phone AND books."

"You don't have to go that far, also I am 21 this year."

"I am 23 this year. It doesn't matter that bad habits of yours need to be dealt with before you get yourself in trouble. You have to get back on track."

"Said the person who just accepted an underpaid job in a remote area while also using his savings to cover up the research fund just for some archived data he could get through my connections."

"You...! Archons, I hate this man."

***

"So why did you take on this project again?"

"I think I have made myself clear that there was something I wanted to know about an archived file that no one seems to know where it actually is, and what is it about."

The clicking sound of the teaspoon against their matching marble mug could be heard throughout the living room of their apartment. Kaveh served a light bodied green tea blend with subtle notes of rose, accompanied with sweet treats he brought as a gift from the locals he met during the time he was at the site. They were cookies coated in chocolate and other sweet flavors that originated and developed from the locals as their specialty.

"Oh... I probably didn't catch it clearly since I was in the middle of preparing for this trip..."

"It's alright. The professor asked me to look for a book, he assumed that it's a journal anthology from an infamous researcher."

"You guys manage to get it?"

"Sadly no," Haitham sipped his tea with a content sigh, "we are not able to gather more clues due to the ambiguity of the torn notes he collected from the national archive."

"May I see the notes?"

"This is the only thing we have, the whole project is just frustrating. There is no clue and clarity yet he keeps demanding updates, like what update? Nothing can be reported. I have looked and looked over the abandoned library of the building that is still in renovation. I have suggested closing the case so I can move to another project given by someone in your faculty last month, yet he did this to me."

Haitham presented Kaveh a blurred, low quality picture from his phone of a small note written in cursive, written on a piece of yellowed paper, there was also an unreadable cut of newspaper glued on the bottom of this note.

As expected, Kaveh was not amused by this clue, could it even be called a 'clue'? He had a hunch that this was something more personal in a sense, but it was not a case worth dealing with by employing a college student for almost a month without a clear-cut contract. Haitham only did this since the professor was to become his supervisor for his thesis for the upcoming semesters.

"This is just me but what if he didn't want you to take that project?"

"Probably, but the urgency is totally unrelated to this archive, this is said to be an ethnography book that I can use for my thesis. I can look for another subject for my thesis, why does he feel entitled to direct my work? I doubt I will ever need his assistance."

"What are you going to do now?"

"I will try to convince him again that this was nonsense, cancel the project, then ask for the money if possible."

"Go on then, I also think that your professor wants to get public attention by 'cracking the code of ancient civilization' or something like that, he thought he was starring in a historical movie."

"Nice so we can go on a date-"

"Not yet, gentleman, have you contacted your teammates about this plan? You HAVE to do it first and foremost before calling it off."

"I will, tomorrow."

Kaveh sighed, could not believe what he just heard, "Look this is not how you do it. Tell them right now so they can meet your professor tomorrow, with you. He would be more convinced if all of you come together to complain."

"I can do it myself, no big deal. Now how are you? Having fun there?"

Through gritted teeth and pouty lips, Kaveh glared at his lover, "You...! Hey, don't change the subject. Gosh, please tell them tonight, okay? And yes I am totally okay and had amazing memories with the locals."

"Hmph, glad that I introduced you to Madam Faruzan."

Haitham might not notice Kaveh's sudden change of expression as he was busy reading his reports throughout the conversation, to prepare for tomorrow, but Kaveh's dejected voice made Haitham come in halt, "Okay, so there was something..."

"See, there was something."

Kaveh groaned in frustration, he laid his head on the table, peering at Haitham who no longer had his gaze fixed on the bundle of papers, "To be fair, I did agree to put money into this project before I departed, and they had promised to reimburse me in full. However, things didn't pan out the way they had planned, and they cited 'unpredictability' as the reason they wouldn't pay. They were only willing to reimburse me for 80% of the money I spent."

Haitham simply could not believe what he had just heard, his face now unable to contain the disappointment that was clearly displayed, frown furrowed to refrain from continuing their disagreement about this issue because he fully understood that Kaveh would still refute with excuses to justify his actions that he considered unreasonable and dangerous.

"There was something I anticipated happening because of how unpredictable you are, but this is beyond my comprehension. I warned you at the start that professors consistently set up their pupils. Obviously, you aren't the only among the unfortunate ones--"

"Argh, I get it! Now that I'm nearly done with my thesis, Haitham, I cannot allow this chance to pass by due to the data that I can gather directly from the field. Consider this a sacrifice so that I can continue the research in the future. It's better than extending the semester, and there's no problem because I can work again."

Neither of them had the strength to continue arguing over their equally foolish decisions, so the room fell into a moment of silence. Occasionally, one could hear the sound of pen striking paper as they returned to their respective tasks.

Haitham seemed to remember something, "I haven't bought floor cleaner yet, I finally remembered what I wanted to buy at the supermarket before going home, I bought soju instead. If you want, just take it from the refrigerator."

"Why is my boyfriend so cold-hearted?" Kaveh asked as he gently squeezed Haitham's cheek. "I spent part of my savings on a weeklong trip, and you still won't even help me get the floor cleaner. You seem to have lost it, yet you still want to drink till I return home. Haitham, what is going on with you?"

Instead, Haitham took Kaveh's hand and kissed the palm of it, letting his smaller hand caress his warm cheek. Whenever Kaveh flushed in response to Haitham's expression of admiration, those green eyes sparkled, unfair.

Kaveh moved his chair closer to Haitham, "Well, you'll have to accompany me shopping tomorrow. Just don't add another one of those unsightly plant pots to your collection. I can't stand looking at them anymore. Your lack of sense in home decor is making my headache worse. Returning home to find that fucking pot back in the living room made me feel like I'd collapsed any second."

"They are expensive, Kaveh."

"Expensive doesn't mean compositionally acceptable! You keep buying those kinds of pots, and it irritates my eyes. I've tried so hard to set things in a minimalistic style in this apartment. I remembered how we fought intensely in Ikea. The employee thought we were gonna burn the whole building down even though we argued in moderate voice volume. I'm happy to hear that you enjoy shopping for plants, but I don't understand why you are suck finding decent pots."

The blonde man lovingly pressed his forefinger on his boyfriend's forehead, "However from now on, prior Kaveh's approval is required for all purchases, including those made online, before they can be taken home."

"You will not limit my financial freedom just because I buy pots you will eventually dislike. Art is subjective but you can't even tolerate my preference."

"You...! Argh, I'm going to sleep, fuck you."

"You just did."

By the time they finished their last tasks-cleaning the table and washing the dishes-it was already 1 in the early hours. They managed to find time for romance despite their exhaustion, however, Kaveh was not pleased when Haitham tried to win over him by embracing his hip and kissing his neck. He did this to make Kaveh be the one to do the dishes. Even though the man receiving the embrace appeared uninterested, Kaveh managed to win Haitham by giving him permission to buy only one (1) even uglier pot in exchange to finish cleaning their last dish of the night.

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This is our place and we make the calls - ciarasaarim - 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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"fish fighting by kissing each other"

After school hours date, Sakura was struggling to hold another batch of food packages for himself as gratitude from the folks as he sucessfully saved the day! Seeing him struggle and stubbornly holding them in his arms, Suo teased Sakura to let him help carrying the food. Sakura was so annoyed at Suo teasing him that he decided to pick a "fight" in the alley before going back to school as per Umemiya request.

English - R15

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After school hours date, Sakura was struggling to hold another batch of food packages for himself as gratitude from the folks as he sucessfully saved the day! Seeing him struggle and stubbornly holding them in his arms, Suo teased Sakura to let him help carrying the food. Sakura was so annoyed at Suo teasing him that he decided to pick a "fight" in the alley before going back to school as per Umemiya request.

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This fic was intended to be posted on Kisu no Hi or Japanese' kissing day but here we are, trapped in corporate working hours. At least it was posted, so enjoy! My first Wind Breaker fic.

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"Shall we go back? The folks gave a lot today, huh?"

Suo looked over to Sakura who was struggling to carry a handful of foods in his stubborn grasp. Suo told him earlier to pick it up later, since both needed to work on something before they could go back, as per Umemiya request.

Sakura furrowed in embarrassment, "I can handle this much."

"What if you dropped it? Your stubbornness might ruined it."

Suo halted in front of Sakura, "Let me help you carry some."

Sakura's reddened ears made Suo wanted to tease his classmate more. "You are slowing us down. We need to go back in 30 minutes."

"Alright! Alright, do whatever you want."

Suo's suppressed laughter made Sakura even more pissed, he gave up by letting Suo carefully picked some of it into his arms. His unoccupied left hand then carressed Sakura's face, who had been refusing to see his eyes directly ever since they were walking together after school.

"You just need to ask me, Sakura."

"I-I know! Tch, you are so irritating."

"Stop touching my face! Argh, let's go back."

"I havent heard you say thank you."

Suo could no longer hold his laughter. The alley echoed his sweet voice, Sakura was taken aback by the evening sky illuminated the back of Suo's brown silky hair.

Suo's laughter lasted a little longer and Sakura couldn't seem to contain himself. Since before, he felt nervous alongside his classmate who accompanied his patrol with merciless jokes and teasing. Sakura looked around, seized both of Suo's wrists and slammed them against the wall of this graffiti-filled alley. The food packages that they had been struggling and fighting over, slowly fell from their hands, hoping that they were well wrapped and would not be scattered later on.

Suo's attempt to call Sakura was cut halfway as his wrists were brought to chest level. Now that Sakura's heterochromatic eyes pierced threateningly, Suo could only stared back at him, slightly shocked by the sudden change of situation. In the midst of it, he managed to smile.

"You are so annoying you know that? You wanna fight?"

"Is this not fighting? You pinned my wrists against the wall."

Suo once again interrupted as Sakura left small peck on the corner of his right lip. Sakura intended to continue their fight by smacking their lips, yeah.

Suo was aware of how strong Sakura was, probably anticipated every single move Sakura might have pulled. The move was often unpredictable that Suo had to gradually learn about his boyfriend. Martial arts sure unable to teach about your ferocious canine boyfriend. At such situation, all he did was to let Sakura had his way to him. After the peck, Sakura moved his hand to Suo's warm cheek and pulled him even closer, that was when Suo learned to close his eyes and gave up to Sakura's confused affection.

Sakura pushed his way in, he wanted to weaken Suo with touches on his ears and the back of his neck, spots that Sakura loved, in which he often kissed and nibbled so much. Suo tried to support his leftover strength and body by squeezing Sakura's shoulders.

Sakura's every touch and attack in kisses made Suo let out even sweeter voice between whimpers of surrender, calling Sakura desperately that it drove Sakura even crazier. Sakura held Suo between his legs that began to bend weakly. Sakura attacked Suo persistently, every time Suo called Sakura's name gently, Sakura would bite Suo's lower lip and return to passionately fondling him. Suo felt his lips were already numb, but Sakura still carried on attacking him despite Suo's efforts to release him, until both of them fell to the floor.

Suo eyes were clouded by the after taste of their intense make out as the evening came. He was unsure how to repond, he could only held onto Sakura's hand that carressed his cheek, sat resignedly as he stared at his lover who was breathing heavily and licked his lips.

"Heh, at least you shut up now."

Sakura mockingly smirked at Suo, who was weakly trying to catch his breath, eyes widened in embarrassment, mouth slightly opened from everything Sakura did to him.

Suo could not believe what he just saw, his boyfriend impulsively attacked him in a secluded alley. Sakura eyes were also clouded it made Suo gasped, instinctively felt threated like he was about to be devoured again. But this time Sakura leaned in, covering his other eye to give the gentlest, clumsy concluding kiss of the day, the kiss still left Suo breathless the moment Sakura ended it with a peck on his cheek, then moved upward to Suo's forehead.

That was the clearest call Suo finally managed to let out after everything that happened. Sakura triumphantly smiled, as he thought to himself 'I won, I made him shut up'.

"You are so annoying you know that?"

Suo completely surrendered, he could only stare at Sakura pleading to let him go. His legs were weak, but he still wanted Sakura who was pouting with a flushed face.

"Tch, shut up now, get back to work. Pick up those packages so I can bring them home."

Sakura resisted his instinct not to reach out Suo, as he was sure one more touch would send him spiraling off the rails. Seeing a flustered Sakura inspecting Suo's disheveled collar, Suo guided Sakura's hand, coaxing him to fix what he had done earlier.

Sakura could only grunt in self-defense, eventually yielded to Suo's playful touch on the back of his hand.

Another playful peck was planted on Sakura's right cheek, "can't hold back till we are out of clock, huh?"

"S-shut up, or I will beat you."

"I'm beat already. You need to be careful next time, Sakura. What if people saw us?"

"I will beat you for real if you don't get up."

Sakura, flushed face turned away from the consequences of his action (Suo), hold out his hand to help Suo get up. They both brushed the dust off their clothes, gathered the food that had dropped, frantically checking individually to see if anything had spilled.

After ensuring that nothing was scattered, Suo got up from his seat and followed Sakura who was walking towards the sunset, out of this alley. Suo teased him again by putting his shoulder against Sakura as he walked back to the school.

Sakura simply accepted Suo's retaliation willingly, only to be teased by an elderly couple who saw them near each other. The unattended attention made Sakura cheeks even more flushed, Suo laughed contentedly, believing this was what Sakura deserved for what he had done.

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Salju menandakan tahun akan segera berakhir, dan libur telah tiba. Masing-masing orang di kota ini sudah merencanakan, kalender Desember banyak dicoret-coret dan ditandai nama tempat yang belum pernah dikunjungi, atau sudah pernah. Lain bagi Ushijima yang ingin menghabiskan waktu di penghujung tahun bersama... seseorang, mantan kapten Inarizaki yang sepenuhnya menyerahkan diri kepadanya, ia hanya ingin menghabiskan akhir tahun bersama Kita Shinsuke.

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Salju menandakan tahun akan segera berakhir, dan libur telah tiba. Masing-masing orang di kota ini sudah merencanakan, kalender Desember banyak dicoret-coret dan ditandai nama tempat yang belum pernah dikunjungi, atau sudah pernah. Lain bagi Ushijima yang ingin menghabiskan waktu di penghujung tahun bersama... seseorang, mantan kapten Inarizaki yang sepenuhnya menyerahkan diri kepadanya, ia hanya ingin menghabiskan akhir tahun bersama Kita Shinsuke.

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"It's always been you, and I'm always been yours."

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