“Spread yourself for me.” He said, voice husky and low, and Altaïr's hands hastily flew to pull his cheeks apart and expose a clenched pucker. “Good.” He mumbled, and kissed the dimple where Altaïr's ring finger dug into his skin, slowly making a path towards that hole so delightfully exposed to him and listening to Altaïr's choked whimpers. At the first swipe of his tongue over the tight pucker Altaïr was already panting and keening through gritted teeth. He fought back a smile in favour of pushing his face closer until his nose uncomfortably pressed against flesh, and lashing out his hot tongue again to lick and tease and pry. His hand slid over Altaïr's on densely muscled flesh as Malik gave an obscene moan and tightened his tongue into a hard spear to ease it past Altaïr's loosened hole.
Altaïr chocked back a groan, tugging his hand out from beneath Malik's to desperately grasp and tug at his erection with quick, efficient movements until he came into his own hand, whimpering.
Malik withdrew and kissed the pucker twice before turning to the jar he had abandoned. Altaïr was boneless on the desk, panting.
“We're not done yet.” Malik purred, his voice husky and lust-filled. Between his legs Altaïr's softening cock twitched and the young man jerked in place, hypersensitive.
“Are you going to fuck me?” He asked, throat sounding wound tight and voice breathy.
“Yes.”
Malik removed the sealed lid of the jar and delved his fingers into the cold, unpleasant mixture. The slick fat coated his hand well, and when he removed his hand the smell was not too unbearable.
“I'm going to prepare you first.”
Altaïr nodded his consent, but still jumped when cold fingers smeared the lubricant over his hole.
“Just relax.” He mumbled, and then traced the ring of muscle with his middle finger twice, feather light, until slowly pressing it in. Immediately he was surrounded by tight, searing hot muscles on all sides. He could faintly feel the heightened rhythm of Altaïr's heartbeat around him, pulsating. He pushed his finger in further to the second knuckle. His other fingers obscured him from going in any further, pressing their knuckles on the slippery skin. Altaïr was breathing heavily beneath him.
“Think of something else. Don't dwell on it.” Malik said, and shifted in place as his erection began to ache from a lack of attention.
“You're in me.” Altaïr choked. A flood of arousal rushed south. The front of Malik's breeches dampened with precome.
“Not yet.”
He crooked his finger to press against Altaïr's prostate. Though a centimetre or so shy the reaction he gained was beautiful. With a concealed whimper Altaïr bucked in place, unsure if he should grind into that finger or pull away, overwhelmed. Malik pressed down again, straining his hand to reach in as far as he could. When Altaïr rose his hips to meet him he slid in another finger and gently scissored them.
“I'm not going to break.” Altaïr growled indignantly into the desk and rocked his hips back.
“Yes you are. Now shut up and enjoy yourself.” Malik chided, and then spread his fingers further, loosening the strong muscles. Altaïr remained silent, breathing heavily and hips twitching up onto Malik's fingers when they came close to his prostate. His cock stirred and hardened again between his legs as Malik squeezed in a third finger. He signalled a twinge of pain with a soft grunt and by scrabbling at the wood beneath his palms. “See? You're as much of a novice in bed as you are in a fight. Look before you leap.”
2; The wound [9/?]
Altaïr chocked back a groan, tugging his hand out from beneath Malik's to desperately grasp and tug at his erection with quick, efficient movements until he came into his own hand, whimpering.
Malik withdrew and kissed the pucker twice before turning to the jar he had abandoned. Altaïr was boneless on the desk, panting.
“We're not done yet.” Malik purred, his voice husky and lust-filled. Between his legs Altaïr's softening cock twitched and the young man jerked in place, hypersensitive.
“Are you going to fuck me?” He asked, throat sounding wound tight and voice breathy.
“Yes.”
Malik removed the sealed lid of the jar and delved his fingers into the cold, unpleasant mixture. The slick fat coated his hand well, and when he removed his hand the smell was not too unbearable.
“I'm going to prepare you first.”
Altaïr nodded his consent, but still jumped when cold fingers smeared the lubricant over his hole.
“Just relax.” He mumbled, and then traced the ring of muscle with his middle finger twice, feather light, until slowly pressing it in. Immediately he was surrounded by tight, searing hot muscles on all sides. He could faintly feel the heightened rhythm of Altaïr's heartbeat around him, pulsating. He pushed his finger in further to the second knuckle. His other fingers obscured him from going in any further, pressing their knuckles on the slippery skin. Altaïr was breathing heavily beneath him.
“Think of something else. Don't dwell on it.” Malik said, and shifted in place as his erection began to ache from a lack of attention.
“You're in me.” Altaïr choked. A flood of arousal rushed south. The front of Malik's breeches dampened with precome.
“Not yet.”
He crooked his finger to press against Altaïr's prostate. Though a centimetre or so shy the reaction he gained was beautiful. With a concealed whimper Altaïr bucked in place, unsure if he should grind into that finger or pull away, overwhelmed. Malik pressed down again, straining his hand to reach in as far as he could. When Altaïr rose his hips to meet him he slid in another finger and gently scissored them.
“I'm not going to break.” Altaïr growled indignantly into the desk and rocked his hips back.
“Yes you are. Now shut up and enjoy yourself.” Malik chided, and then spread his fingers further, loosening the strong muscles. Altaïr remained silent, breathing heavily and hips twitching up onto Malik's fingers when they came close to his prostate. His cock stirred and hardened again between his legs as Malik squeezed in a third finger. He signalled a twinge of pain with a soft grunt and by scrabbling at the wood beneath his palms. “See? You're as much of a novice in bed as you are in a fight. Look before you leap.”