“Altaïr, wait-” He began as the other's fingers creeped onto his inner thigh and slowed down to a tortuous pace in their journey to the ties of his braies.
“I want you in my mouth.” Altaïr said, as if expecting Malik's fantasies to be different. “I've dreamt about it.” Malik swallowed thickly and bit at his bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth. “Woken up aching; needing the taste of you on my tongue.” Altaïr's voice was husky and tight as if holding back less intelligible noises. A fresh flood of arousal ran south, precome beading at the head of Malik's member and dampening the cloth covering him. The thought of Altaïr pleasuring himself was in no way new, and in fact the image had been well explored y the both of them many times, but it still coaxed him to tilt his hips forwards until he brushed gently against Altaïr's jaw.
Knowing his lover's consent when he saw it – the pure, unadulterated lust leaking from his every pore, and the hardness in front of him, no audible or visible rejection – Altaïr focused on nimbly untying the dai's braies and drawing out his heavy cock. At the sure touch on his arousal Malik groaned softly, his hips stuttering forwards until the wet tip of his member bumped against Altaïr's scarred lips. On his knees, Altaïr swiped his tongue over the smear of fluid left there, earning another, louder moan. The slight taste he had permitted himself, masculine and salty and Malik, had him anticipating more, and with a quick look at Malik's face he took the tip of Malik's cock into his mouth, drawing the dai into a wet heat that left him gasping.
Malik's right hand flew to Altaïr's head, grounding him as a pleasure that had been far too long denied to him threatened to take him away all too quickly. The head of his cock was attacked by a skilful, velvet tongue as he slowly sunk himself into Altaïr's mouth. The Grandmaster breathed deeply and evenly through his nose and shut his eyes. His hands pulled at Malik's braies until they fell and caught at his knees. The downy hair of his thighs curled beneath Altaïr's palms as the man hollowed out him cheeks and sucked, drawing out a long, pining moan. Malik thrusted softly and shallowly, his jaw hinging open and his hand now fisting in Altaïr's finely cropped hair.
Altaïr's tongue stroked along the underside of Malik's cock and he greedily sucked until precome and saliva leaked from the corners of his stretched lips and dripped viscously from his chin. The debauched sight paired with the sucking, licking and heat had raw tendrils of lust quickly beginning to overwhelm Malik, pulling from him soft keens that grew in volume and shortened in length with each motion of his hips. Unwilling to cut the rest of the day and night short he pulled away completely, his erection bobbing slightly in mid-air and puling at the skin of his midriff.
Opening his eyes Altaïr visibly swallowed and wiped his chin with the back of his hand. With a growl Malik used his grip in Altaïr's hair to pull the man up as far as he could his whilst on his knees and forced his head back until it was almost at a ninety degree angle with his shoulder blades in a swift, singular movement, stooping and plundering his mouth. Into their messy kiss Altaïr moaned brokenly and loudly. They broke apart even shorter for breath. Altaïr's hand had slipped between Malik's legs and was doing things to make him moan breathlessly.
FILL [6.d/6]
“I want you in my mouth.” Altaïr said, as if expecting Malik's fantasies to be different. “I've dreamt about it.” Malik swallowed thickly and bit at his bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth. “Woken up aching; needing the taste of you on my tongue.” Altaïr's voice was husky and tight as if holding back less intelligible noises. A fresh flood of arousal ran south, precome beading at the head of Malik's member and dampening the cloth covering him. The thought of Altaïr pleasuring himself was in no way new, and in fact the image had been well explored y the both of them many times, but it still coaxed him to tilt his hips forwards until he brushed gently against Altaïr's jaw.
Knowing his lover's consent when he saw it – the pure, unadulterated lust leaking from his every pore, and the hardness in front of him, no audible or visible rejection – Altaïr focused on nimbly untying the dai's braies and drawing out his heavy cock. At the sure touch on his arousal Malik groaned softly, his hips stuttering forwards until the wet tip of his member bumped against Altaïr's scarred lips. On his knees, Altaïr swiped his tongue over the smear of fluid left there, earning another, louder moan. The slight taste he had permitted himself, masculine and salty and Malik, had him anticipating more, and with a quick look at Malik's face he took the tip of Malik's cock into his mouth, drawing the dai into a wet heat that left him gasping.
Malik's right hand flew to Altaïr's head, grounding him as a pleasure that had been far too long denied to him threatened to take him away all too quickly. The head of his cock was attacked by a skilful, velvet tongue as he slowly sunk himself into Altaïr's mouth. The Grandmaster breathed deeply and evenly through his nose and shut his eyes. His hands pulled at Malik's braies until they fell and caught at his knees. The downy hair of his thighs curled beneath Altaïr's palms as the man hollowed out him cheeks and sucked, drawing out a long, pining moan. Malik thrusted softly and shallowly, his jaw hinging open and his hand now fisting in Altaïr's finely cropped hair.
Altaïr's tongue stroked along the underside of Malik's cock and he greedily sucked until precome and saliva leaked from the corners of his stretched lips and dripped viscously from his chin. The debauched sight paired with the sucking, licking and heat had raw tendrils of lust quickly beginning to overwhelm Malik, pulling from him soft keens that grew in volume and shortened in length with each motion of his hips. Unwilling to cut the rest of the day and night short he pulled away completely, his erection bobbing slightly in mid-air and puling at the skin of his midriff.
Opening his eyes Altaïr visibly swallowed and wiped his chin with the back of his hand. With a growl Malik used his grip in Altaïr's hair to pull the man up as far as he could his whilst on his knees and forced his head back until it was almost at a ninety degree angle with his shoulder blades in a swift, singular movement, stooping and plundering his mouth. Into their messy kiss Altaïr moaned brokenly and loudly. They broke apart even shorter for breath. Altaïr's hand had slipped between Malik's legs and was doing things to make him moan breathlessly.