al-haitham/gn!reader, oral cockwarming, boot humping, musk huffing, mild sweat, deepthroating, ball fondling, hinted subspace?, facial minors dnf/dni
When Al-Haitham had asked if you wanted to try something, your mind went to a few places. Shibari had been a topic, once or twice, alongside discussions of a third or bringing roleplay into the bedroom. He was a man who liked to try things, learning and taking it in to really see if he'd enjoy it or not, and you often found yourself at the whims of whatever he was interested in.
While you didn't hate to be sat on a pillow between his muscular thighs, mouth full of his dick, you weren't expecting it after he had gone for a long run. There was sweat dripping down his pectorals towards his waist, the shine of it on his forehead glistening in the office light. A smell you could only define as musk filled your every inhale, and the heat radiating off his body was starting to make you a little dizzy.
"Do you remember the signal for when you need a break?" He asks, nodding contently when you gently pinch above his knee. "Good."
One hand moves to rest at the top of your head while the other picks up the book he had been reading prior to... this.
You keep half of him in your mouth while your hands wrap and lube the rest with spit, allowing more into your mouth slowly as the minutes tick by. The hand on your head scratches your scalp gently, almost petting you, until suddenly they tighten and push. Your throat tightens around him, taking a deep inhale when your nose meets his silver-teal pubes, feeling something pulse at the base of your scalp as the stench of a post workout fills your senses. His balls, sweaty, slap at your chin, hot and heady.
"That's better," he hums, and if you weren't accidentally huffing the musk at his crotch you would have caught the blown-out gaze aimed at you. His chest moves with every breath, warm flesh becoming slightly tacky from the leftover sweat on his body. "You... hah, you look good like this."
The tip of his dick presses uncomfortably at your throat, and you do your best to relax, but a long muffled whine is all that happens when the toe of his boot rocks against your crotch. "Here."
Each inhale through your nose leads to his musk-- sweaty, gross, but underneath it the hint of the soaps he uses-- overwhelming you as you mindlessly grind and hump the base of his boot. His muscular, powerful thighs are hot and thick as they threaten to squeeze your head. Your hands move to squeeze and fondle his balls, sinking more into that bizarre, fuzzy state as you relieve yourself on his shoe. Muffled hums and whines are all that leave with each heavy exhale, only bringing more of his musk into your senses and making your head spin furthermore. The hand on your head grips tight as his nuts twitch from the fondling, precum oozing down your throat and forcing you to swallow around him.
Suddenly, Al-Haitham is pulling you off his cock with a long groan, cum landing in spurts across your face and open mouth. A string of drool snaps away, and both of you are left hot and panting. His foot moves away from you. "Th-thank you," you stutter out, rubbing at the base of your neck and meeting his eyes. "That... was... wow, Al-Haitham..."
"Would you be willing to continue this in the shower? I'm sure my boot wasn't enough for you. And I'd like to wash off this sweat now."
"Yes, please."
