too long has it been, weeks that have flown by and found lost to the moon, since you were last swathed in al haitham’s embrace like this—face-to-face, chest-to-chest, fused together at the seams of where your flesh meets his.
yet, how is it—that but a few short hours of him coming back home to you, coming back home in you, and it feels as though you’ve lived through a thousand lifetimes with him?
a few short hours, and still his cock yearns. it is greedy in the kisses it lays deep within your milky cunt, greedy in the ambrosia it coaxes from your velveteen walls, greedy in the thick seed it spills into your womb.
(a reminder, an apology, a promise).
“h-haitham—” you hiccup on a wail of his name as you cream his cock again, voice melted and gummy-sweet from all the tears you’ve shed over him. because you’ve just missed him terribly, worried for his safety with his stint in ousting the sages, ached for his touch and love and lust where the scent of his cologne on his pillow and your imagination and little fingers simply weren’t enough to get you through your lonely nights.
so now, you take and take and take all that he feeds you— his heart and his body and his cum and his love. drape your wilting arms about his neck to take him close and nose along the soft lobe of his ear, walls convulsing uncontrollably around his length. grab ahold of the warmth that flutters inside you and cling to it (him) with the fear that it (he) may slip past your fingertips once more.
“haitham, you’re making m-me cum againnn…”
al haitham’s hands, littered with slowly healing cuts and shallow scars, raise from their handles on the small of your waist— one to cradle the back of your head, the other to the broad of your back to pull you into his chest. he coos and coddles, words whispered softly in a gentle coax to get you to loosen the grip of your unrelenting pussy. “it’s fine, honey… archons, c-calm down, you’re fine, i’m here— i’m right here; i’m not going anywhere.”
his breath hitches when you begin to sob weakly, and he cums shortly after you, groaning lowly and shuddering as his hot seed fills you up— to the point of bursting past the seams, he realises, when thicker and more cool cum dribbles down the underside of his cock to tack at his balls, creating a delectably lewd ring around his girthy base.
it’s all so sweaty and sticky, but just as al haitham thinks he’s never cum so much in a single day, he’s certain he’s also never felt more aroused after the matter— the infinite intimacy of this moment shared with you engraving deep into his soul all these feelings: woe-rapture and prurience and the plum-hearted tenderness that seems to seep from your fingertips in all facets of life.
before your lover can move to pull out of you, you squeeze your arms around him only a bit tighter, pant and sniffle into his ear while you nuzzle your cheek along the side of his head. the head of his cock notches shallowly at your entrance before you lower your hips shakily to take all of him inside you again. “i wanna— i wanna stay like this forever…”
al haitham hisses in overstimulation before choking on a chuckle, cocooning you softly in his arms as he hugs you back, leaning into you just as you do him. “so, i shouldn’t pull out, is that it?”
“mhm, that way, we can always be together, and you won’t be in any danger ever again,” it’s a shy, puerile wish of yours, but it only serves to melt al haitham’s heart over his ribs. an apology catches short at the back of his tongue, so he shows you with his mouth instead— lips laid divinely to the swell of your chest and kissing the words straight into your soul.
“well, i’d be more than happy to make myself a home inside of you.” he ignores the asininity of your musings and instead entertains them, whispering along playfully as he grinds his hips up to carve his cock further into you.
“there’s already one in here, for you, you know,” you pull your head back to give him a wobbly smile, bump your nose with his in a gentle bunny kiss. “it’s always been there for you— only you…”
reverence and desperation bleed thick through your words, lave over him until he finds himself winded of oxygen. he admires your face— the feverish twinkle in your dewy eyes and the hearts that dance in circles above you, your round face full of such copious amounts of love for him that he can’t help but question his worthiness of.
for the tears you’ve shed for him— over him, the worry in your heart and the ache in your limbs as you fret over the cuts and bruises and the bump on the back of his head— for all of this you are still so awfully sweet on him, and he thinks he can never love you more than in these tender moments.
he raises his warm palms to your cheek, holds his entire world in his hands, “only me, hm? i appreciate the room.”
emotionally charged marathon sex with al haitham after the events of the sumeru archon quest ꒰ ◞ ﹏ ◟ 𓏼 ྀི꒱ . .
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Haiiiiii Coco!! ⋆˙⟡♡ You are one of the sweetest and cutiest people on this whole website and I just wanted to let you know (๑ > ᴗ < ๑)°ᡣ𐭩 . ° . !! Every time I see you talk about music and the instruments you play I get so excited (I’m a musician too <3) and it makes you even sweeter in my eyes!! I hope you have a good day, sweet pup (˶ ˘ ³˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶)
oh wow . . (⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝) hello secret fwiend . . are these kind words rllie for Me ): ?? u’re so so lovely to mi — much more than i am worthy of . u’re a musician too ? im curious to kno what instruments u play , if u feel like sharing :3 perhaps we will perform together in the same orchestra in another lifetime . . . ⭐️ may u hv a weekend as sweet as u are ♡♡♡
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hey hey coco 🩷 knocking cutely on your blog door , it’s taken me so long to visit -i’m shy- but TYSM for the lovely tags you leave on my work 😿😿 i appreciate you !!
vana hiiie dearest :3 im taking ur hand n dragging u inside to munch on biscuits n tea wif u ♡♡ you never hv to thank mi for leaving tags on ur work — i feel it is the absolute least i cld do to say thank You for sharing ur writing w all of us 🥺 i only hope i dont sound silly n foolish in the tags aah > <
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Do you like to be the big spoon or little spoon when you're snuggling with Alhaitham? <3
oh hellohello stephie ! ! ꒰ ˆ ꇴ ˆ 𓏼 ྀི꒱ this is a good one hehe — i actually think when we’re cuddling ノ snuggling we aren’t spooning most of the time :3 . . i vrie much prefer face to face cuddling ( if that makes sense ? ) bcos i find it a bit cosier to bury my face in the junction of his neck n give him the occasional kiss eek ૮꒰ྀི⊃⸝ ⸝ ⸝⊂꒱ྀིა
but if we Were spooning then i wld like being the lil spoon 🥄 :3 i hc that haitham runs hot so it’d be rllie nice to feel all his warmth pressed up against m back aaahh . . ♡♡ i’d also feel super safe n well protected being the teensie spoon 🥺
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