Thread by @sunagitsunee

#kavetham nsfw brainrot 🧵

chief secretary haitham and city architect kaveh have a contentious working relationship in public. in closed doors, instead of harsh words and contradictions, they exchange heated kisses—they've got each other's bodies memorized like a blueprint.

when the mayor's gone, haitham has the office all to himself. that means kaveh can come and go under the guise of having his plans checked by the chief secretary. in reality, he'll be stripping that man down and spreae his creamy legs open, all for his taking.

"i can't pass your proposal yet to the mayor," haitham whispers as his fingers pry kaveh's buckles open. "a new port doesn't come cheap. you need to have a more convincing rationale." to which kaveh responds by railing him hard atop the mayor's table.

haitham has quite a reputation; he's either unliked or feared. they say his eyes are soulless, but to kaveh, haitham's eyes always stare to the future, always one step ahead, wisdom unfathomable by the ordinary. except when he's being fucked balls deep—

only kaveh can turn the high and mighty haitham into a moaning mess, filthy and lascivious. it's a sight he's not willing to share to others. haitham is his and his alone.

"so? was that enough of convincing?" kaveh asks triumphantly, despite the fact they were both on the carpeted floor and naked. who cares. the mayor is too busy with his escapades, this is practically haitham's office. "come on. the people need extra work."

"hm, i'll consider." haitham turns to his side, a hand splayed on kaveh's chest and glides it down until he could generously stroke him. "i missed a few of your points though. care to paraphrase?"

kaveh chuckles and pulls haitham over to straddle, buckling his hips to emphasize a point.

"the mayor won't be back until next week, right? i believe i have enough time to change your mind."