So, just a thought, AlHaitham having a bad day. Like, his headphones stopped working, there were too many people coming into his office, there were too many loud noises (think modern au and there's construction on the street outside and it's summer/hot out so the windows are open) and everything seems to be going wrong down to the point of part of his shoes broke
So he gets home and he's just /miserable/. He doesn't even have to say anything to Kaveh for him to know, just tosses the broken items to Kaveh, collapses onto the couch with a pillow over his head in hopes of blocking out the noises.

It's house later when he realizes that he fell asleep. His headphones are sitting on the coffee table, his shoes are next to the couch, and there's a little note telling him to go into the kitchen when he wakes. He's still half asleep when he walks in, following the scent of spices and the sound of meat sizzling as well as the sound of quiet chopping.

He takes a seat at the table, head resting on his arms as he watches Kaveh cook, a tattered old cook book on the counter. It turns out that Kaveh was using his mother's old cook book that he'd kept and found some recipes that he figured AlHaitham would enjoy. So the rest of the night is spent between them with quiet conversation and AlHaitham with his head on Kaveh's lap, Kaveh's hands running through his hair as he gets to complain about his day

I feel like Red has a whole different temper to Haitham, easily a bit more agitated and more likely to lose his cool, compared to Aqua who is a sassier version of Kaveh that's more teasing instead of hotheaded. (If that makes sense)

So trust me when I say Red and Kaveh bickering once, then having THE best angry sex where Kaveh is constantly egging him on and Red is just trying to keep his temper, but his thrusts get just that little harder each time.

This is for self indulgent Red/Kaveh worms. I am not okay.

I come back sooner than expected because my mind decided to be productive with prompts. With that said: Imagine how good Kaveh felt when Alhaitham's tip kissed his cervix for the first time. This might be more of a "Their first time doing penetrative sex all the way" prompt than a fully filthy one.

Now, I am aware that hitting the cervix is not exactly pleasurable but the pure shock of Alhaitham's cock reaching that far? Oh, that's gonna leave a heavy wet patch in Kaveh's panties for simply thinking of it. But his thoughts don't stop there. Would he keep hitting it with each thrust or be more uneven with his rhythm? How many thrusts would it take for him to spill deep inside him? Would it overflow, spilling past Alhaitham's length and out of his abused (with love) entrance or would it stay all in?

Not even realising that he had been fantasising about Alhaitham practically breeding him, Kaveh would snap back into reality with a more than soaked pair of panties. Cursing at himself for letting it go this far he starts searching for a new pair, but as he had taken them off and began rummaging through his drawers, a certain someone had entered his room without knocking first.

There stood Alhaitham, staring at Kaveh who had been bent over to reach further into his mess of a drawer, rambling about needing to tidy up but the Scribe couldn't be asked to listen. What had caught his attention was how wet Kaveh was. Not bothering to wonder why he had been in such a state, he asks what he's doing.

Caught off guard, Kaveh shrieks, eyes blown wide in embarrassment. He tries his best to pull down his top in order to hide his current (very unfortunate) predicament but slick was still dripping down his thighs. So the best he can do now is look away in shame, all words of defense fading away as he feels guilty tears prickle at the corners of his eyes. They had never gone past one or two mutual handjobs, and even then they would not speak of it after.

Noticing Kaveh's sudden silence, Alhaitham squints slightly as if trying to decipher an ancient text. Sadly, the best he could do was assume what was going through the architect's mind. So, with a softening gaze, Alhaitham steps forward and reaches for Kaveh's hands. He does not pry them away from their tight hold on the white fabric but waits for the other to calm down.

The moment Alhaitham's sure he can lift those calloused-from-work hands, he makes sure to hold them up to his face and give them a kiss. There's a moment of silence between them before Alhaitham asks if he can help Kaveh's current situation.

I'll have to stop there since I'll end up writing a full-on fanfiction. Long story short, Kaveh gets the best (first) penetrative sex of his life and gets a new addiction added to his list (Alhaitham's cock). This was partly inspired by that one "sloppy pussy" Anon so shoutout to them.