“Softer.” Malik said and leant back in to press their lips back together without the pain that had been there before. Altaïr eagerly reciprocated and he must have been following Malik's advice because this time he wasn't attempting to cut off circulation to their lips by grinding their jaws together. Malik threaded his hand up into the short, sweat-dampened hair at the back of Altaïr's head and tilted the both of their heads so that they slotted together easily, happy to undulate his lips in chaste pecks and take it slowly, considering all of his options. Of course Altaïr – headstrong – gripped Malik's sides fiercely and pressed his tongue out from his mouth to insistently tease the seam of the Dai's lips. Malik's grasp in his hair tightened considerably and he pulled back again, tired with Altaïr's inability to start things slowly.
But he had no chance to voice this as hands flew from his waist to his shoulders and dragged him close again, a mouth lavishly attacking his neck with a rapidly drying tongue and a lack of finesse. He sighed, surprised by Altaïr's enthusiasm. There was nothing to do but go with it and hope that his superior knowledge and skill would soon melt the younger assassin to a less aggressive state.
Malik let his hand smooth down the curve of Altaïr's back, sticking to the sweat, until it could grasp at his buttocks, revelling in the pause it created and the small gasp of breath that moved on his damp skin. Teeth grazed the sensitive flesh beneath his ear, followed by a wet kiss and a searing suck. His knees weakened at the flood of arousal accompanying the action and he fought to keep quiet. The young man in his arms would no doubt be insufferable if he thought that he was at all good at this.
Intent on besting Altaïr, Malik quickly and roughly spun him around and forced him to bend over the desk again, pinning him down with his own weight just as he had during the last moments of their fight.
“What are you doing?” Altaïr spat into the wood, immediately tensing, and Malik pressed his hips into Altaïr's behind and pressed full kisses to the nape of the man's neck to answer. Beneath him Altaïr relaxed into the wood and shuddered at a long lick from the top of his spine to his hairline and at the half-hard length he could feel resting on his arse. The salt on Malik's tongue was strong and fresh and he fought the urge to spit, instead biting softly at the column of tissue presented. A deep groan rumbled in Altaïr's chest, small and quiet as if stifled, and sparked a flash of fierce want within Malik's loins. He took in a sharp breath and rubbed his hips against Altaïr's clothed behind, his hardening cock tenting against his own breeches..
“Altaïr,” He sighed, releasing the flesh and looking down at the quickly pinking imprints of his teeth. “I'm going to fuck you.”
Another moan, louder this time, bounced off of the wooden desktop and Malik grinned because he knew exactly how Altaïr ticked when he was in the bedroom. His hand flew to tug Altaïr's hips back and then creep around to the front, palming the hot, hard length trapped in his breeches momentarily before struggling with the fastenings. Altaïr shuddered into the woodwork, hips rolling forwards in search of attention.
2; The wound [7/?]
But he had no chance to voice this as hands flew from his waist to his shoulders and dragged him close again, a mouth lavishly attacking his neck with a rapidly drying tongue and a lack of finesse. He sighed, surprised by Altaïr's enthusiasm. There was nothing to do but go with it and hope that his superior knowledge and skill would soon melt the younger assassin to a less aggressive state.
Malik let his hand smooth down the curve of Altaïr's back, sticking to the sweat, until it could grasp at his buttocks, revelling in the pause it created and the small gasp of breath that moved on his damp skin. Teeth grazed the sensitive flesh beneath his ear, followed by a wet kiss and a searing suck. His knees weakened at the flood of arousal accompanying the action and he fought to keep quiet. The young man in his arms would no doubt be insufferable if he thought that he was at all good at this.
Intent on besting Altaïr, Malik quickly and roughly spun him around and forced him to bend over the desk again, pinning him down with his own weight just as he had during the last moments of their fight.
“What are you doing?” Altaïr spat into the wood, immediately tensing, and Malik pressed his hips into Altaïr's behind and pressed full kisses to the nape of the man's neck to answer. Beneath him Altaïr relaxed into the wood and shuddered at a long lick from the top of his spine to his hairline and at the half-hard length he could feel resting on his arse. The salt on Malik's tongue was strong and fresh and he fought the urge to spit, instead biting softly at the column of tissue presented. A deep groan rumbled in Altaïr's chest, small and quiet as if stifled, and sparked a flash of fierce want within Malik's loins. He took in a sharp breath and rubbed his hips against Altaïr's clothed behind, his hardening cock tenting against his own breeches..
“Altaïr,” He sighed, releasing the flesh and looking down at the quickly pinking imprints of his teeth. “I'm going to fuck you.”
Another moan, louder this time, bounced off of the wooden desktop and Malik grinned because he knew exactly how Altaïr ticked when he was in the bedroom. His hand flew to tug Altaïr's hips back and then creep around to the front, palming the hot, hard length trapped in his breeches momentarily before struggling with the fastenings. Altaïr shuddered into the woodwork, hips rolling forwards in search of attention.