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Achievements have always been weird to me. To other children, they could be described as pinning a well-done test to a wall, or an artwork that had exceeded their expectations, and they would spend the rest of the day pulling it out to smile at it. To adults, it could be securing a job, or a home.
To me…to me they were never really enough. They never hit me. They never sank in deep enough. The first time that I considered something in my life and achievement after my father died was the Palace of Alcazarzaray.
And the second time…I don't remember the second time. Since I've fallen and tumbled, I've gotten up again.
Achievement.
I learned how to read and write and hold myself up again.
Achievement.
I told the man I love that I loved him, and he told me right back.
Achievement.
There's been small ones. Minute details every day that I would consider an achievement.
The first one of today was waking up, Alhaitham’s arm wrapped securely around my waist, nose rubbing against the nape of my neck, as it is every morning.
"Good morning," he rumbled out in that devastatingly sexy morning voice.
"Hi," I said, pressing myself further into the warmth of his arms.
Over. It's over.
"How're you feeling?"
"Good…better. I'm better."
After the blast, Alhaitham carried me to Gandharva Ville, straight to Tighnari's hut. He'd gotten all three of us patched up, (Paimon was mainly there to scream), and explained to me that I was lucky that the blast hadn't hit harder. I suffered small burns, but I'd always have the scar on my chest, and when I looked at it with elemental vision it tinged barely purple, stretching across my chest in an array of lines.
He had given me a salve, and an egg, and told me I was good to go.
I only woke up with a slight ache, praising modern medicine, and Alhaitham wrapped around me. And honestly, I was better off now than I was a few weeks ago.
“How are you feeling?” Alhaitham got pretty beaten up too, Tighnari had told me he was quite bloody when he arrived.
I was told that it was a miracle he carried me out of there.
“Better. Now that you’re here.”
He’s horrendously sappy and sweet, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I snort, “I’ve always been here.”
He kisses my neck, making me bristle, “never like this.”
And suddenly, his promise from the a week ago rushes back to me.
I want you inside of me.
My voice echoes in my head, whiny and wrecked and I flush by how ridiculous I feel.
Alhaitham doesn’t seem to care though, he kisses down my neck, peppering little kisses up and down the back column. His hands slip under my shirt and he’s humming like he’s pleased with himself, running his hands up and down my chest, and when he grabs my pec I have to stifle a squeak.
I jerk and curl up, but he flattens his hand against my chest again, laving his mouth along the back on my neck. He seems like he’s still half-asleep, humming and rubbing and kissing, and I could not be more awake.
Neither could my growing erection apparently, and I clench my thighs together. Alhaitham seems to notice that too, and reaches around to slip his hand in between my thighs. That squeak does make it past my lips, and he smirks against the back on my neck.
His hot breath cascades down the back of my neck and he’s absolutely doing it on purpose, the smug bastard. He pulls me out of my pants, and oh my god, it feels so good I can’t be mad at him anymore.
I arch away from him in a moan, but his arm yanks me back, “where are you going?” he rumbles straight inter my ear.
I stumble back with a grunt, and he grins against my ear before nibbling the shell of it.
“I’m living up to my promise,” he says, before sweeping my shirt and pants off.
I shiver, while his hands run down my sides, landing on my hips. He presses his back to me fully and I can feel his length press into my back and I have to suppress a full-body shiver.
He sucks more marks onto the back of my neck before flipping me over, and I waste no time wrapping my arms around his neck, kissing him fully. He grips my waist tighter, fingers pressing deliciously bruising indents into my hips before licking into my mouth. His leg knees in between mine and provides a burning friction and I part from his mouth, throwing my head back in a gasp.
He’s pleased with that though, and he begins to suckle on the front of my neck too, and I was sure I’d have a collar of bruises to show later. The though makes me bite my lip.
He pulls my bottom lip down with his thumb and says, “I want to hear you.”
I let out an indignant squawk, “Why? It’s embarrassing…”
He presses his thumb, as well as several fingers into my mouth. I suck on them gratituously. He pulls them out of my mouth and reaches behind me, kissing my forehead for good measure.
My brain barely registers what he’s doing before its too late and he’s pressing in and something in between a gasp and a moan escapes my throat. I slap my hand over my mouth, and he pries my hand off of my mouth again.
“I like hearing you,” and he presses in harder, punctuating his statement.
The action works another moan out of my mouth when he presses in a second one, moans and gasps tumbling out as he presses in and out, the pads of his finger dragging against my prostate.
“This okay?” He asks, pausing his ministrations.
I try to muster a dirty look but it feels so good, electric pleasure racing up and down my spine and oh god, “Don’t stop.”
I swear I can feel his shit-eating grin and he slips in a third finger, rubbing determinedly at that damn spot inside me, and when he wraps a hand around my cock I swear I see stars. I arch into his touch, infinite feeling exploding in waves through my body, and he pulls his fingers out, leaving me in my post-orgasmic bliss.
There’s shuffling in the background, but I couldn’t care about anything happening in front of me right now, I just sat there in a blissful haze. My chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, calming down from the most mind-blowing orgasm I’d ever had the pleasure to recieve.
Alhaitham comes back and props me up against the pillows. He indulges himself in a long sweet kiss, he liked those, before pulling away.
I throw my hand out, coming into contact with his cock and I quickly wrap my hand around it, tugging on it.
He grunts, and a hand lands beside my head, “F-fuck, Kaveh.”
He sounds flustered, and oh, I like that. I love that. I grip tighter, and flick my wrist faster, and he keens, grabbing my wrist to make me stop.
“S-stop…”
I grin, leaning up so that our noses brush, “Why? Can’t take it?”
I’m riling him up and I know it and I crave so bad for him to lose his composure.
He almost growls at that and presses the blunt head of his cock against my entrance, and I’m almost trembling in eagerness. I twirl my finger around some fallen hair that fell over his shoulder, giving it a tug.
“Come on Alhaitham, you promi– oh!”
My nagging seemed to work because he sinks in, my thighs clenching around his hips, back arching off the bed.
It’s so…so, so, so deep. It presses into every part of me, and the tip rests on that bundle of nerves within me and it’s driving me absolutely wild. He has no reason to be this good and we’ve only just started! He’s barely even done anything and I’m already wrecked, a panting mess strewn on the mattress.
He gives an experimental thrust that I can feel shift within me and it pulls a weak moan out of bruised lips.
His hands travel from my waist up my arms before interlacing my hands with his and he gently lifts them above my head, the grounding weight of his hands pressing mine into the mattress and it’s so overwhelmingly perfect.
He doesn’t hold back after that, breathy grunts mix with moans and whines, accompanied by that absolutely obscene slap. He ruts into me like he’s been waiting for it, and honestly, he probably has.
His thrusts dissolve into something messy and uncoordinated and everytime he hits home, and my legs are coming up to wrap around his waist, urging him harder, faster, please.
The words tumbling out of my mouth don’t even make sense anymore, and I’m chasing the feeling, pushing back as best as I can, mouth hanging open, hot air escaping my mouth in desperate pants.
And I’m so close, so close, so, so, so close–
“You’re– ah so pretty. You’re beautiful Kaveh, I can’t get enough of you.”
A whine tumbles out of my mouth at that.
“Perfect. You’re perfect, god you should see yourself right now, I wish you could–”
My eyes flash, and a bright, bright light emcompasses my vision. Elemental vision allows me to see him, crowded over me. His arms are over mine, and he’s such a bright green, twinged with gold around the sides that the energy is flying off of his figure.
He notices how my eyes glow and he groans, capturing my mouth with his, thrusting even harder, even deeper.
His hands abandon my hands, but I’m so far gone that they just stay up there. He grabs onto my hips with a bruising grip again and he ruts in even faster, chasing.
“Kaveh…I…I love you– so… ah … much–!” He barely sounds coherent now, and it’s so hot that I barely have time to return the sentiment before I come for a second time, a loud keen exploding out of my mouth.
Thick fog explodes in my head, absolute, pure, bliss, is spreading through my body, and damn, Alhaitham really rocked my world.
He keeps going, chasing the pleasure and he finally stiffens over me, dropping his weight onto me, coming with a long, drawn out moan.
We lay there, huffing in the afterglow, catching our breaths.
He pulls out and I make a huffy noise, my back aching now. He sits up, pulling me to his chest as he strokes my hair. I slump against his chest, it’s all I can really do, and just breathe, heart beating in time with his.
We don’t exchange words after, we don’t have the need to. All we share after is a long, sweet kiss, one that surely drives Alhaitham crazy, and bask in the bliss.
My eyes slip shut in contentment.
Achievement.
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Three years later.
Three years down the road, very little changes. I wake up, pressed against Alhaitham, his arm slung possessively over me, and he wakes me up nuzzling his nose into my nape. We’ll get up together and make coffee.
I make the coffee, and I always keep the beans and sugar in a place that I know, and he makes breakfast. We eat together, discussing our upcoming day.
I’d become a professor for the Akademiya, much to everyone’s shock, and I go to work with Alhaitham every day. We split ways at the entrance, and he presses a long, sweet kiss to waiting lips with promises to come by my classroom to have lunch with me.
I adore all of my students, all of them very bright, holding promising futures. They also all love when Alhaitham visits. They like to tease me about him, and I know he loves it, the smug bastard.
In the afternoon, we’ll walk home together, his arm wrapped around my waist, and every once in a while we’ll stop at Lambad’s and catch up with Cyno and Tighnari.
We’ll get home that night and my legs will sling over Alhaitham’s lap, and he’ll read to me. He’ll read to me in a low timbre, and it’s so relaxing that I’ll drift off to sleep.
Six more months down the road when he’s reading to me, he sneaks in a sickly sweet love poem. I blink awake that day, not used to the declarations of love, and at the end of the poem he asks me to marry him.
I throw myself off the couch in a tumble, and then throw myself right back onto his lap. Our noses crash into each other in my eagerness, and I have to stop giggling so I can yell out something that resembles yes!
He holds me close with relief, stroking my back and my hair, and he smiles against my lips.
We get married two months later, it’s a small ceremony, and all of my students end up crashing the party. My heart swells so big that my mouth aches from the grin I sport all night.
It’s more than I could’ve ever asked for. More than anything I ever believed I deserved.
And on the altar, Alhaitham sweeps the hair out of my cheek, picks the flower from his breast pocket, tucks it behind my ear, and indulges himself in a slow, sweet, kiss.
In that kiss holds every portion from the past, all the bliss in the present, and every promise for the future.