A long moment passed between them and Malik wondered if he had acted too quickly or too brashly. He sighed heavily and straightened up, releasing Altaïr's wrist. Altaïr remained bent over the desk, gripping the edges tightly. “Never mind. Safety and peace.” He rested his fingers on the small of Altaïr's back slightly and then stepped away, hoping to find some way out of this mess that did not include buggering his ten years younger lover over his desk.
“Yes.” Altaïr then mumbled into the wood, flattening himself further against it in embarrassment. Malik looked at him surprised as he twisted his head to catch Malik's eye. “Yes, it feels right to.”
Malik couldn't stop a smirk from spreading over his face as he leant over him again, hand braced by Altaïr's shoulder. “Is that so?”
In reply Altaïr rocked back slightly until his backside rested on the front of Malik's lap and cast him a strange look caught between defiance and a flutter of want. “Yes.” He replied with a certain definiteness that made Malik truly consider taking the man.
He must have looked surprised.
Altaïr twisted as he rose to his feet, Malik instantly falling into a defensive position in reaction to their fighting. But instead of moving to hurt the Dai, Altaïr only bent his head to the raised arm, brought a hand to the elbow with a feather light touch, and kissed the fabric of Malik's sleeve with their eyes still locked. In was not a wholly arousing thing to watch or experience and Altaïr would definitely need the practice in the eight years before he would find himself in such a position again until he could make Malik melt, but the message was clear enough to decipher.
Malik relaxed his arm, moving it instead to the side of Altaïr's neck with a firm but non-threatening grip and then pulled the young man closer until they were nose to nose, halting so that their lips were still inches apart and surveying the emotions that flickered over Altaïr's face.
Minute shock, excitement, hunger, hesitation...and certainty. He was stupid to have doubted him in the first place. Altaïr did not take what he did not want, even when humbled.
He gave a small hum, still watching the curve of Altaïr's brow should it gave any new information and the heaviness of his eyelids, and then in a quick movement they were out of focus and cast in shadow and lips had sealed forcefully and none-too-pleasantly over his; more of a press of teeth against teeth with lips unfortunate enough to be in the way than a kiss. Malik pulled away abruptly and took hold of the back of Altaïr's neck again.
“You're actually as much of a novice at kissing as you are at breaking out of holds.”
He gained a scowl for his efforts and he fought the urge to roll his eyes at the show of aggression, knowing that it would lead to provocation and result in either more bruising unrefined kisses or another fight. A fight probably followed by such kisses. Also, a part of him wondered if Altaïr would be a better lover if he taught him a few tricks now rather than during those sloppy, not at all good first times with each other.
2; The wound [6/?]
“Yes.” Altaïr then mumbled into the wood, flattening himself further against it in embarrassment. Malik looked at him surprised as he twisted his head to catch Malik's eye. “Yes, it feels right to.”
Malik couldn't stop a smirk from spreading over his face as he leant over him again, hand braced by Altaïr's shoulder. “Is that so?”
In reply Altaïr rocked back slightly until his backside rested on the front of Malik's lap and cast him a strange look caught between defiance and a flutter of want. “Yes.” He replied with a certain definiteness that made Malik truly consider taking the man.
He must have looked surprised.
Altaïr twisted as he rose to his feet, Malik instantly falling into a defensive position in reaction to their fighting. But instead of moving to hurt the Dai, Altaïr only bent his head to the raised arm, brought a hand to the elbow with a feather light touch, and kissed the fabric of Malik's sleeve with their eyes still locked. In was not a wholly arousing thing to watch or experience and Altaïr would definitely need the practice in the eight years before he would find himself in such a position again until he could make Malik melt, but the message was clear enough to decipher.
Malik relaxed his arm, moving it instead to the side of Altaïr's neck with a firm but non-threatening grip and then pulled the young man closer until they were nose to nose, halting so that their lips were still inches apart and surveying the emotions that flickered over Altaïr's face.
Minute shock, excitement, hunger, hesitation...and certainty. He was stupid to have doubted him in the first place. Altaïr did not take what he did not want, even when humbled.
He gave a small hum, still watching the curve of Altaïr's brow should it gave any new information and the heaviness of his eyelids, and then in a quick movement they were out of focus and cast in shadow and lips had sealed forcefully and none-too-pleasantly over his; more of a press of teeth against teeth with lips unfortunate enough to be in the way than a kiss. Malik pulled away abruptly and took hold of the back of Altaïr's neck again.
“You're actually as much of a novice at kissing as you are at breaking out of holds.”
He gained a scowl for his efforts and he fought the urge to roll his eyes at the show of aggression, knowing that it would lead to provocation and result in either more bruising unrefined kisses or another fight. A fight probably followed by such kisses. Also, a part of him wondered if Altaïr would be a better lover if he taught him a few tricks now rather than during those sloppy, not at all good first times with each other.