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It started in the bedroom. They had been going for three rounds at this point and the room had fallen quiet.
Not entirely silent — there were still soft sounds lingering. The rustle of sheets shifting under an aching body. Alhaitham’s shallow breathing and soft whimpers that hadn’t settled since his last orgasm. Kaveh’s gentle hands stroked Alhaitham’s skin.
Alhaitham was absolutely ruined. After three orgasms, his body had surrendered entirely. He could barely grasp onto Kaveh; his hands fell limp against his chest. Every part of him was trembling. His chest rose and fell slowly as he caught his breath. His eyes were barely open and unfocused, his pupils blown out, glazed and distant.
His cheeks were flushed. The blush had spread everywhere, starting at his cheekbones and down his throat, his chest tinted pink. His lips were swollen and bitten, his hair a mess. Silver hair plastered to his temples from sweat.
Between his thighs lay the evidence of three rounds. His own cum was streaked along his abs but his inner thighs were coated in Kaveh’s cum. It spilled from his loose, spent hole, a thin trickle that pooled on the sheets underneath him. Kaveh knelt between his spread legs and eyed him with possessive satisfaction.
He pressed the tip of his cock against his ruined hole and pushed. Just the head, just barely entering, teasing the slick heat.
Alhaitham’s body accepted the intrusion, his hole pliant and eager to be filled. He let out a soft noise, exhausted and spent, but still needy, “Mmh…”
Kaveh pulled out. Watched his hole flutter and clench, still dripping cum. His rim was swollen and puffy from use. He pressed in again, just the tip. In and out, shallow and lazy motions. Every time he pressed inside, Alhaitham made another tiny noise.
“Look at you. So open for me,” Kaveh murmured, his thumb tracing the stretched rim as he pressed his cock inside again.
“Mhhn…” Alhaitham’s eyes fluttered closed and open again. Barely acknowledging it, despite his body’s reaction.
Kaveh let his thumb slip in beside his cock, stretching the opening further. Alhaitham made a louder noise this time, confused and sensitive. Stuck in a dreamy headspace that wasn’t entirely there.
“This pretty little pussy,” Kaveh spoke softly, “So wet, dripping for me. Taking everything I give and still asking for more.”
Colour immediately flooded Alhaitham’s face, his blush deepening. His eyes focused for a moment. Aware yet small. Embarrassed. His lips opened and closed as he tried to find the words.
“S’not… isn’t…”
“Hmm? Not what, baby?” Kaveh sank in deeper. His hips moved in slow, shallow thrusts. More cum leaked from around the tip of his cock.
“Not a–” His voice cut out in embarrassment as he grabbed the pillow beside him and pulled it halfway over his face, hiding. “It’s not a…a pussy.”
Kaveh grinned. He pulled out slowly and the sound it made was loud and filthy — a wet squelch that echoed in the room. He looked down at the gaping, twitching hole and reached his thumb down to rub circles over the swollen rim.
“No? Because it looks like one to me,” He teased softly, “Pink, wet and swollen. Like little pussy lips. So soft and open. Feel that?” He pressed his thumb in, and Alhaitham whimpered and squirmed.
He took Alhaitham’s limp hand and guided it down between his own thighs. Gently, he pressed Alhaitham’s fingers against the rim to make him feel it for himself. The swollen give of his own spent hole, the slickness that had been fucked for hours at this point.
His fingers recoiled almost immediately, his body flinching as he let out a shocked whimper. The blush on his cheeks deepened and he hid his face with both hands. Trying to hide but failing.
“It’s not…” He repeated, still hiding, “M’not a… Kaveh…”
“Not what, sweetheart?” Kaveh loomed over him and gently pried Alhaitham’s fingers away from his face, “Not my pretty girl?”
The sound that escaped Alhaitham’s lips was a mix of mortification and shame from the arousal that spiked within him. His thighs pressed together as a reflex, “Not…not a girl.”
“Oh?” Kaveh took one of his hands and kissed it as he looked down at him. Forcing Alhaitham to meet his gaze, the younger man was already so embarrassed, “But you’re so gorgeous, baby. The prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. Look at these…”
His hands slid up along Alhaitham’s body to cup his chest. His pectorals were full, well-defined muscles. Under Kaveh’s hands, the flesh was warm and soft enough to squeeze. Alhaitham’s back arched into his touch as he let out a shocked little cry.
“Such pretty tits. So plump and full. Made for daddy’s hands, weren’t they?” His thumb found his nipple and rubbed slow circles over it. Alhaitham writhed.
“They’re not— mmh— not tits,” his voice pitched up into a whine. His hands had fallen from his face to grip the sheets. He couldn’t stop his body from arching up for more of Kaveh’s touch despite the embarrassment he felt.
“I see,” Kaveh leaned down and closed his mouth over his nipple, sucking, his tongue swirling around the bud. Alhaitham’s hand shot to Kaveh’s hair, gripping as he keened. He pulled off with a wet pop before admiring the wet pebbled nipple, “I think you’re wrong, princess. They seem like tits to me. Perfect, round tits on my pretty girl.”
“No—” Alhaitham squirmed. The depth of his subspace made the humiliation feel sharper, more sensitive. His cock twitched despite being sensitive and softened. Kaveh noticed, and Alhaitham wanted to hide.
“And this little cunt…” His hand went back down between Alhaitham’s thighs. His two fingers slipped in without resistance, slick and hot. Alhaitham’s legs spread wider, “So creamy. So full of daddy’s cum. Your pussy is so messy, baby, it’s leaking out of you.”
Alhaitham hid his face with his arm. His thighs trembled around Kaveh, his hips jerking in tiny movements as Kaveh fingered him. The wet squelch was loud and obscene, “Stop… s-stop saying that…”
“What, baby?” Kaveh feigned innocence. He spread his fingers and felt more cum slip by. He pulled them free and showed Alhaitham his wet fingers coated in cum and slick lube, “That you have a pretty, sloppy cunt? That you’re daddy’s darling girl with her pussy all full, dripping for me?”
Alhaitham let out a mortified, desperate whine. His cock twitched again, betraying him, showing that he liked it. He couldn’t stop his body from reacting. He knew Kaveh could see it all. His blushing cheeks, his hardening cock, and how his legs spread open wider in need. He was on display entirely.
“My precious baby,” Kaveh murmured, pushing Alhaitham’s arm away gently. He looked down at his tear-streaked, flushed face. His bottom lip pouted out and his eyes were full of overwhelming shame and arousal. “Don’t hide from me, sweet girl. Let me see you.”
“Not… not a girl,” he whispered, his voice breaking. A tear ran down his cheek, and Kaveh kissed it away.
Kaveh kissed his cheek, his nose, his sore, wet eyes. Then his mouth, a slow and deep kiss. Alhaitham’s mouth fell open to let Kaveh lick inside. He let out a soft noise when Kaveh pulled back.
“You’re whatever I say you are, kitten. Right now, you’re my pretty girl with a sloppy little pussy, plump tits, blushing so cutely. Daddy thinks you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
Alhaitham stared up at him. He blinked, trembling. His face eventually melted into surrender, turning his face halfway into the pillow and looking away. His whisper was so quiet and soft, Kaveh almost didn’t hear it.
“…Daddy’s girl?”
Kaveh’s hand went to his thigh and squeezed. He let out a sharp exhale, his eyes widening for a moment in surprise. Leaning down, he pressed his forehead to Alhaitham’s and took a deep breath. Trying to steady himself, or else he would lose control.
“Yeah, baby,” he murmured low and deep, “Daddy’s girl. Mine. The prettiest.”
Alhaitham’s face remained buried in the pillow but his other hand grabbed Kaveh’s wrist and held it tight. He smiled softly, his mind a haze in the soft, kitten-like subspace he was in.
A few days later, Alhaitham was relaxing on the divan. Drowsy and deep in his kitten headspace. With no obligations for the day, he was able to settle into his vulnerable headspace with no concern.
The light through the window caught his silver hair and ran across his bare thighs. He wore nothing but soft cotton lace panties and one of Kaveh’s old, worn-out t-shirts. On his neck, he wore his collar — the one Kaveh had made for him a few years back.
He was half-asleep, his chest rising and falling slowly. A small, contented noise escaped his lips.
Kaveh watched him from the arch in their living room. His smile grew as he stepped forward to admire his precious kitten some more. Bare feet padded on the floor. Alhaitham didn’t stir or respond; he only settled deeper into the cushions.
His eyes raked over Alhaitham’s body. Admiring the collar on his throat, his long lashes, the faint pout on his lips, and the way his panties peeked out from under the shirt. How they hugged his body just right.
Slowly, his hand slid underneath the hem of his shirt and rested flat on his belly. He rubbed slow circles on his warm skin. Alhaitham hummed, a sleepy, pleased little sound. His body made a faint twitch.
Kaveh’s hand moved upward. He traced the underside of one plump pec, then the other, before his thumb brushed over his nipple. He circled it and gave his pec a squeeze as he felt the nipple harden.
“Nnh… daddy…?” A soft whine escaped Alhaitham’s throat. His brow furrowed. He squirmed a bit but his chest arched subtly, pushing into the touch instinctively.
“Shh, baby. I’m just admiring you.” Kaveh spoke in a low and warm tone. He pinched one nipple gently. He rubbed it between his thumb and pointer finger, making Alhaitham gasp sharply and shiver. Alhaitham’s hand weakly tried to push Kaveh’s wrist away, but it wasn’t forceful. His efforts were weak and his hips still moved up in want.
Kaveh smiled and let go of his nipple before trailing his hand down again. Past his stomach to trace the lace edge of his panties. He could see the damp patch already growing on the front, moisture blooming where the tip of Alhaitham’s cock strained against the fabric that was turning sheer. His finger traced over that damp spot
“Ah!” Alhaitham’s body jerked, his eyes flying open. Sleepy and startled, arousal starting to flood in as he stared up at Kaveh, “Wh-what…”
“I’m just touching my baby,” Kaveh spoke innocently. His hand trailed past his bulge to cup his balls through the lace, giving them a gentle squeeze.
“Kaveh…” Alhaitham whined breathily, arching to press himself harder into Kaveh’s palm. His cheeks went pink.
Kaveh hummed softly as his hand moved to rub Alhaitham’s inner thighs. His thumb stroked the soft skin there. Touching everything but the one place Alhaitham wanted. Hard and wet as the lace fabric clung to his bulge.
“What… what’re you doing?” Alhaitham forced himself to ask, his voice small and confused. His hands fisted in the pillow beside him.
“I already told you, precious. I’m admiring you.” Kaveh leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Alhaitham’s stomach, giving the skin a quick and teasing lick, “Every part of you is so sensitive and pretty. So soft here…” He kissed his stomach again, “So sensitive here…” He kissed lower, over the lace hem.
It felt like never-ending, agonizing torture for Alhaitham. Kaveh’s hands were making him feel like he was on fire but he wouldn’t touch there. Rubbing his nipples until they were hard, then massaging his thighs, making Alhaitham mewl and whine. He kissed and sucked at his neck, his collarbones, while his fingers stroked his inner thighs. The patch on his panties only grew darker. Alhaitham panted softly.
Tears of frustration welled in his eyes. His kitten-brain couldn’t process the request; it just felt like overwhelming, dizzying want, knowing it was being denied for some reason. A reason he didn’t understand. He pushed Kaveh’s shoulder a bit harder, “Daddy… stop teasing…”
“Teasing?” Kaveh blinked in fake innocence. His finger slowly dragged up the width of the fabric, beside Alhaitham’s cock, from base to tip, “I’m not teasing, baby. I’m just loving you a bit. Isn’t this nice?”
“N-no!” He spat out as tears began to escape. His lower lip wobbled, “You’re… you’re being mean. You— you’re touching everywhere but… but…” He couldn’t say it. His blush ran down his cheeks and on his chest. He hid his face against Kaveh’s arm with an embarrassed whimper.
Kaveh’s heart squeezed. Finally, he was starting to break.
“But where, my sweet girl?” He murmured, his voice dropping into a lower tone. “This pretty little pussy of yours?” His hand finally covered him fully, his palm pressing against the soaked fabric and the hard outline of his cock. Alhaitham sobbed as his hips bucked upwards frantically.
“Yes… there, please, daddy, there…”
“Shh, I’ve got you,” Kaveh hooked a finger into the waistband of the panties and pulled them down, just below Alhaitham’s cock. It sprang free, flushed red, the tip slick. Kaveh didn’t take him into his hand. Instead, he rubbed his thumb in slow circles over the tip. As if it were a clit.
Alhaitham’s entire body jolted, “Ah! Wh—what…”
“Such a sensitive little clit,” Kaveh cooed, watching the way his kitten’s eyes rolled back. “All wet and swollen for me. Is this what you wanted, baby? For daddy to play with your pretty pussy?”
The sudden feminization and the direct touches short-circuited Alhaitham completely. He buried his face into Kaveh’s neck as his body trembled. His hand squeezed Kaveh’s arm tightly. He could barely think or speak, reduced to a whimpering and overstimulated mess. Every firm rub of Kaveh’s thumb over his slit sent shocks of arousal through him.
“Daddy… inside…” he begged, the words muffled against Kaveh’s skin, “M’empty… wanna be f-full…”
“You want daddy to fill up your sweet cunt?” Kaveh whispered, already feeling himself lose control from Alhaitham’s whiny pleas. He spat on two fingers to wet them and rubbed the tips over Alhaitham’s hole before sliding into his tight heat.
Alhaitham’s back arched and he wailed, “Mmh, yes, yes!”
Kaveh fucked him with his fingers, deep and slow, as his thumb continued to rub at his slit. He used both hands to work him through it, knowing it was too much for Alhaitham. His kitten was an overwhelmed little mess, pleading and babbling broken cries of please, daddy, too much, stop.
He panted as he came, Kaveh’s fingers inside him pressed to his prostate as his tip spilled thick spurts of cum. Kaveh dug his thumb harder into the slit, making Alhaitham sob brokenly. His cries slowly died down as the aftershocks of his orgasm settled through his body. Kaveh pulled his hands away, licking the cum from his hand. Alhaitham nuzzled into his chest and whimpered as his pout only deepened.
Drowsy and sated, he mumbled, “Mean daddy…”
Kaveh kissed his sweat-damp hair, “Yes, so mean. I love you more than anything, my darling.”
Alhaitham only hummed softly in response. He fisted Kaveh’s shirt and pulled him closer as he calmed down for yet another nap.
That same night. It had been hours, another one of their marathons. At least four orgasms in.
At this point, Alhaitham was broken. Not in a concerning way – Kaveh knew the difference well; he knew when it was genuinely too much. He was far from the point of hurting Alhaitham.
Alhaitham lay beneath him, passive, boneless, doing nothing but taking. His head was back against the pillow, his hair stuck to his forehead, damp and messy. Drooling just slightly. His eyes open but vacant, unfocused, not processing fully. He blinked slowly.
He was barely making proper sounds at this point. Soft and gentle mewls of mmh…nnh… that weren’t real words. He couldn’t even try to speak full, proper words at this point. All he could comprehend was that his mind was broken, and he was very full between his legs.
Every thrust went deep, pulling out in a slow, drawn-out drag before slamming forward and bottoming out, crushing Alhaitham’s prostate and staying there. His body was driven deeper into the mattress and sent shockwaves through his body.
Kaveh couldn’t take his eyes off his chest.
He watched as if hypnotized, as every impact sent a vibration through Alhaitham’s pectorals. Muscular and full from exercise, and after being fucked for hours, they were flushed and hot. His nipples peaked, dark and swollen from Kaveh sucking and biting at them. With Alhaitham so pliant, every thrust made them move. They jiggled and bounced with every push forward.
“Look at you,” Kaveh murmured, reaching forward to cup one pec, squeezing. He thrusted harder to watch them bounce, “Look at these tits, baby. Bouncing for me.”
“Uhn… mmh…” Alhaitham whimpered. His eyes fluttered for a moment, but he didn’t react. No protest against his words. He was in too deep, his mind too empty.
Kaveh grinned. He squeezed harder, kneading the flesh, thumbing at the nipple. Alhaitham arched into the touch mindlessly.
“Pretty kitten,” Kaveh said carefully, “My pretty girl with her tits out.”
“Mmh… mhm…” Alhaitham dreamily responded in agreement.
Alhaitham’s hips moved to take the next thrust deeper. Still eager despite his empty headspace. Kaveh’s words barely registered in his mind.
Kaveh pulled out to the tip and looked down between them. Alhaitham’s hole gaped around the head of his cock, a puffy and swollen mess, slick with load after load of cum and oil. So fucked out that it barely closed when Kaveh pulled the tip out, just clenched weakly and twitched. A thick, milky trickle ran down his skin.
He pressed back in, the wet and slick squelch loud in the otherwise quiet room. He watched the cum spill around his girth and his cock throbbed in delight.
“This sloppy cunt…” He rolled his hips forward, grinding inside of him. More cum leaked out around his cock. “So wet, baby. Feels like I’m fucking a pussy, all open and creamy for me.”
“Nnh…yeah…” His hand drifted up to grab Kaveh’s forearm.
He didn’t protest against his words. No hiding, no complaints or embarrassment. The depth of his submissive headspace made all of that go away. He simply accepted whatever Kaveh said as fact.
Kaveh realized this and knew he could keep going.
“Dressed up so nicely for daddy, too.” His thumb hooked under the collar on Alhaitham’s throat, giving it a gentle tug. His hand slid lower to trace the fabric of the bralette scrunched underneath Alhaitham’s chest, a sheer little thing that barely lasted, already torn in a few places. “Put on your pretty outfit for me, hm? Wanted daddy to see what a gorgeous girl you are.”
“Yes…mmh… yes, daddy…” He whispered faintly.
“Such a good girl.” Kaveh leaned down and kissed Alhaitham’s sensitive ear as he slowly fucked into him, “Perfect titties. Soaked little cunt. All dolled up in lingerie for me. My precious girl, so wet, so full of me.”
He thrust in suddenly, deep and hard, burying himself in to the base — Alhaitham’s entire body jolted, whining high-pitched and needy as his back arched, his pecs bouncing from impact. His eyes shot open, startled, before they slowly began to close. He opened his mouth to speak, but could only let out a little needy whine that sounded like daddy but was too slurred.
Kaveh pressed his lips to his jaw and kept going. Every whimper from Alhaitham made his movements less clean, deeper and sloppier. After so many rounds, he couldn’t control his thrusts. Alhaitham’s body was pliant under him, the wet slapping of their skin was loud and lewd.
“That’s it, sweet girl. Your cunt’s made for this, isn’t it? For taking my cock,” he growled, his voice rough from exertion.
“Ah— uhn! Y-yes, for you, only y-you…” Alhaitham slurred. His mouth was slack, drool on his lips. His eyes rolled back as his hand that was gripping Kaveh weakly clawed at him.
Kaveh watched in awe. Alhaitham’s stomach distended slightly with how deep Kaveh fucked him. He pressed his hand over his lower belly, feeling himself moving inside him. A low moan escaped his lips, delighted knowing he was the one reshaping Alhaitham. “So deep, right, baby? Stuffing my pretty little kitten full.”
He leaned down, bracing himself beside Alhaitham’s head. Their noses brushed together and Alhaitham leaned in, whimpering softly, his hands moving up to tangle into Kaveh’s hair to keep him close. He liked having him close when he fucked him, wanted to feel their bodies pressed together.
“Look at me, baby. Look at daddy.”
Alhaitham’s gaze drifted up, struggling to focus. It took a lot of effort for him to look at Kaveh properly. Empty and dazed.
“Who do you belong to?” Kaveh asked, punctuating his question with a deep thrust
“M-mmh! Daddy...” he whimpered.
“Who’s my good girl?”
Alhaitham trembled. He let out a broken noise as he responded, “I…I am…”
Kaveh kissed him, swallowing his tiny whines and noises. He pounded harder and felt Alhaitham clenching around him. “You are. My good girl. Your clit’s so hard, isn’t it? Your cunt feels so tight.”
He reached between them to grip Alhaitham’s cock. Red and leaking, oversensitive and so very sore. Kaveh didn’t bother stroking it, he just pressed the pad of his thumb firmly against the leaking slit and rubbed in a circular motion. Like before, like it really was his clit.
Alhaitham’s back arched suddenly, his mouth falling open as he let out a broken wail. His hole clenched over and over around Kaveh’s cock. He couldn’t cum anymore, dry from endless orgasms, barely dribbling the tiniest bit of cum he had left onto Kaveh’s thumb. An orgasm forced out of a spent body. It hurt, his thighs were trembling. It was too much.
“Uhn, nonono! Ngh, daddy, please, s-stop! Ah, please!”
He collapsed, boneless, trembling. Tears spilled from his eyes and into his hairline as he let out broken mewls and sobs. No more, he couldn’t take any more.
“Shh, baby, I’ve got you.” Kaveh soothed as he continued to thrust into him, his own climax coming close. He cupped Alhaitham’s face and slid his cum-slick thumb into his mouth to suck on, “Daddy’s right here. Gonna fill you up again, make your pussy even messier, okay?”
Alhaitham could only nod weakly. His tongue cleaned Kaveh’s thumb before Kaveh removed it to hold his hips.
Kaveh thrusted a few more times before he buried himself to the base and held there as he came. He groaned, a low and choked sound as hot pulses of cum flooded into Alhaitham’s hole, “Fuck, mmh, my good little girl…” He ground into him to milk every last drop, feeling more of his cum leak out around his girth, the mess spilling down Alhaitham’s skin.
He pressed his face to Alhaitham’s neck, right above the collar, as he caught his breath. Slumped over him, their chests pressed together as Alhaitham played with Kaveh’s damp hair. Their panting felt loud in the quiet room.
Slowly, Kaveh pulled out. He leaned back to admire the beautiful sight of Alhaitham’s hole, gaped and puffy, leaking his cum. Alhaitham’s legs remained open, not even trying to close them — letting daddy see his masterpiece.
Kaveh’s heart swelled. He leaned back down and gathered Alhaitham back into his arms. Alhaitham whimpered, burying his face into Kaveh’s neck as he felt Kaveh’s hands trail along his limp body, removing the torn bralette and rubbing his reddened skin.
“Kitten. My perfect, little kitten.” Kaveh whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead.