Altair hummed when Cipriano traced a large and puckered scar on his pelvis with his index finger. That one was very old, from the Fourth Crusade, and the bunched skin was sensitive to even such a light touch. The end of the scar was lost beyond the top of his under pants and he grinned when Cipriano pulled them down to finish tracing the scar that went halfway down his thigh after starting just above the join between leg and torso. "Keeping track of all my old wounds boy?" he asked almost playfully.
"I am not a fucking boy," Cipriano said in a low growl interjecting curses where he wanted since he knew Altair liked hearing him say them.
"Hmmm, not with those eye's you aren't," Altair agreed looking down at Cipriano who was staring back with dark, feral, eyes.
"And yes, I am," Cipriano said and pressed his lips against the tender flesh on the inside of his thigh.
"Let me know if you find any new ones. I can't keep track," Altair's teased and Cipriano laughed softly into his skin.
"I will," he promised, sliding further down to coil his tongue across a practically invisible scar on the inside of his knee.
Altair sighed and relaxed into the bed, enjoying Cipriano's careful attention to each scar, even the small ones. "Hey," he growled when the young man bit down on his thigh, "I have enough permanent bite marks," he said and grinning an apology Cipriano released his flesh and kissed the red mark.
“Sorry,” he said softly and Altair could feel the way his lips were curled against his skin.
“That mouth of yours always gets you into trouble Cipriano,” he said and Cipriano chuckled.
“I can’t help it. You seem to bring out the worst in me,” he didn’t seem sorry in the slightest however. Altair just chuckled as fingers and lips moved back up his chest and Cipriano practically lay on top of him, his chin on his sternum. “And I just had a thought-
“Oh here we go-
“Shut up,” he said sounding annoyed but mirthful. Delicatly he picked at the Key which lay in the hollow of his throat. “Why do you always wear this?”
“Problem?”
“You don’t even take it off when we have sex.”
“I don’t take it off when I bathe either,” he pointed out. “Does it bother you?”
Cipriano’s lips became a thin line for a moment as he decided on his answer. “Do you take it off for Venitia?”
“She’s lucky if I take off my clothes,” and Cipriano laughed, quickly smothering it in Altair’s chest, his body shuttering with his amusement.
“Really?” he asked around Altair’s skin and his own giggling. Altair only shrugged to the question. “It’s important to you though-
“Yes. Now are we going to keep talking or-
Cipriano was laughing again. “Weren’t you the one saying we didn’t have to?” he challenged but Altair just pushed him and rolled them over so he was pinning the younger man on his back. “Or were you just kidding?”
“It is not advisable to anger me,” he growled softly though not at all angry.
“You couldn’t be angry with me if you cried,” Cipriano challenged, lifting his head off the pillow and kissed him.
“You should learn manners,” Altair managed to say only when they remembered to breath.
“You’ll have to discipline me than.”
Altair rose both brows at him, “Oh, do not tempt me,” and Cipriano grinned into their next kiss, wrapping his arms around Altair’s neck, keeping him close. “Because I will,” he promised against his lips. At least they could be like this now, an uncertain future could wait and Altair focused just on the man before him, not even letting those dark ghosts get in the way.
Re: Two Eagles (120/?)
"I am not a fucking boy," Cipriano said in a low growl interjecting curses where he wanted since he knew Altair liked hearing him say them.
"Hmmm, not with those eye's you aren't," Altair agreed looking down at Cipriano who was staring back with dark, feral, eyes.
"And yes, I am," Cipriano said and pressed his lips against the tender flesh on the inside of his thigh.
"Let me know if you find any new ones. I can't keep track," Altair's teased and Cipriano laughed softly into his skin.
"I will," he promised, sliding further down to coil his tongue across a practically invisible scar on the inside of his knee.
Altair sighed and relaxed into the bed, enjoying Cipriano's careful attention to each scar, even the small ones. "Hey," he growled when the young man bit down on his thigh, "I have enough permanent bite marks," he said and grinning an apology Cipriano released his flesh and kissed the red mark.
“Sorry,” he said softly and Altair could feel the way his lips were curled against his skin.
“That mouth of yours always gets you into trouble Cipriano,” he said and Cipriano chuckled.
“I can’t help it. You seem to bring out the worst in me,” he didn’t seem sorry in the slightest however. Altair just chuckled as fingers and lips moved back up his chest and Cipriano practically lay on top of him, his chin on his sternum. “And I just had a thought-
“Oh here we go-
“Shut up,” he said sounding annoyed but mirthful. Delicatly he picked at the Key which lay in the hollow of his throat. “Why do you always wear this?”
“Problem?”
“You don’t even take it off when we have sex.”
“I don’t take it off when I bathe either,” he pointed out. “Does it bother you?”
Cipriano’s lips became a thin line for a moment as he decided on his answer. “Do you take it off for Venitia?”
“She’s lucky if I take off my clothes,” and Cipriano laughed, quickly smothering it in Altair’s chest, his body shuttering with his amusement.
“Really?” he asked around Altair’s skin and his own giggling. Altair only shrugged to the question. “It’s important to you though-
“Yes. Now are we going to keep talking or-
Cipriano was laughing again. “Weren’t you the one saying we didn’t have to?” he challenged but Altair just pushed him and rolled them over so he was pinning the younger man on his back. “Or were you just kidding?”
“It is not advisable to anger me,” he growled softly though not at all angry.
“You couldn’t be angry with me if you cried,” Cipriano challenged, lifting his head off the pillow and kissed him.
“You should learn manners,” Altair managed to say only when they remembered to breath.
“You’ll have to discipline me than.”
Altair rose both brows at him, “Oh, do not tempt me,” and Cipriano grinned into their next kiss, wrapping his arms around Altair’s neck, keeping him close. “Because I will,” he promised against his lips. At least they could be like this now, an uncertain future could wait and Altair focused just on the man before him, not even letting those dark ghosts get in the way.