Malik was hard even before he entered the shower, making sure to clean himself carefully in the body wash Altaïr loved that he had been too lazy to use lately.
*
The shower took longer than Malik expected--probably due to the twenty minutes of just enjoying the hot water on his tired body, and then the ten minutes spent debating jerking off so things didn't end embarrassingly quickly. By the time he was done, he was still hard, but much cleaner. He had even shaved.
Malik didn't bother with a towel as he made his way from the bathroom to their room, finding the door slightly ajar. He tried on his sexiest smirk in one of the mirrors on the wall, ending up rolling his eyes at himself before pushing the door open with a solid hand.
Altaïr's soft snore broke the silence in the room, Malik torn between amusement and affection. The man was sprawled out on his stomach, one knee hitched up enough that Malik could see the oil between his legs from where he had apparently already stretched himself. The sight was arousing, without a doubt, but...
Altaïr had been worried all day. Aside from the nap he took after the doctor's appointment, he hadn't slept much. He hadn't slept much in weeks, and Malik knew that he was tired. More tired than he would ever complain about.
So while he cock cried a few sad, salty tears, Malik turned off the beside lamp on both of their sides. He slipped into bed with minimal movement, successfully starting Altaïr out of his sleep regardless. Years of training to sleep light remained active long after the war was over.
"M'lik," Altaïr mumbled, voice a little hazy as Malik slipped an arm around him. He couldn't help but sigh against Altaïr's shoulder as his cock pressed against Altaïr's hip. "Sex?"
"Sleep," Malik soothed, kissing that spot behind his head that made Altaïr go soft around the edges. "There's always tomorrow."
They pushed and pulled, until Altaïr was resting his back against Malik's chest completely, the sheets tugged up around their waist and Malik's face buried in the crook of his neck.
And then they slept.
*
author's notes
End of the first part! Any criticism/cheers/loves is very much appreciated! I'll be working on the second part asap.
(Malik/Altaïr, mpreg) Untitled, 1.l/?/author's notes
The shower took longer than Malik expected--probably due to the twenty minutes of just enjoying the hot water on his tired body, and then the ten minutes spent debating jerking off so things didn't end embarrassingly quickly. By the time he was done, he was still hard, but much cleaner. He had even shaved.
Malik didn't bother with a towel as he made his way from the bathroom to their room, finding the door slightly ajar. He tried on his sexiest smirk in one of the mirrors on the wall, ending up rolling his eyes at himself before pushing the door open with a solid hand.
Altaïr's soft snore broke the silence in the room, Malik torn between amusement and affection. The man was sprawled out on his stomach, one knee hitched up enough that Malik could see the oil between his legs from where he had apparently already stretched himself. The sight was arousing, without a doubt, but...
Altaïr had been worried all day. Aside from the nap he took after the doctor's appointment, he hadn't slept much. He hadn't slept much in weeks, and Malik knew that he was tired. More tired than he would ever complain about.
So while he cock cried a few sad, salty tears, Malik turned off the beside lamp on both of their sides. He slipped into bed with minimal movement, successfully starting Altaïr out of his sleep regardless. Years of training to sleep light remained active long after the war was over.
"M'lik," Altaïr mumbled, voice a little hazy as Malik slipped an arm around him. He couldn't help but sigh against Altaïr's shoulder as his cock pressed against Altaïr's hip. "Sex?"
"Sleep," Malik soothed, kissing that spot behind his head that made Altaïr go soft around the edges. "There's always tomorrow."
They pushed and pulled, until Altaïr was resting his back against Malik's chest completely, the sheets tugged up around their waist and Malik's face buried in the crook of his neck.
And then they slept.
author's notes
End of the first part! Any criticism/cheers/loves is very much appreciated! I'll be working on the second part asap.