“Never use that saying about me and my brother ever again, but I made the point stick. Don’t fuck on the couch,” and Altair snorted and buried his face in Malik’s shoulder.
“He approves you know,” Altair said smugly when he pulled away.
“Yeah, the little cretin,” Malik rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t aware you needed approval. Going to call my parents next?”
“You don’t live with your parents, so I will forgo that conversation until I can’t any more,” Altair said and kissed along Malik’s jaw.
“You can be wise. Who knew?”
“Oh shut up,” Altair growled, right up along Malik’s skin, more of the feeling of the word against skin than actually being able to hear it.
“Hey don’t dooo tha—” Malik ended in a groan, unable to complete his scolding as Altair started to bite and kiss his neck. That was because Altair’s hand was now down over his pants. It literally shorted his brain for a few seconds before getting back on track. “No hickeys,” he said and shoved Altair’s face away from him.
“Anywhere?” Altair asked slyly and Malik flushed. Malik tried to say something but a very embarrassing rasping noise was all that came out instead. Altair chuckled, “So just the neck,” he hummed and Malik swallowed when Alatair’s hands slid up his flanks and took possession of Malik’s mouth again, carefully licking his way past lips and into his mouth. Malik moaned softly and cupped the back of Altair’s neck, thumb working in small circles across the nape of his neck. He stumbled over his own breath when Altair slid a hand up his right side, riding up his shirt, palm and finger pads dragging across skin. He knew one of two things was probably about to happen, he was going to say stop, or, he was going to say more, because this sort of wary dance he was doing around the subject couldn’t be kept up forever. He knew that.
“Stop,” Malik said breathlessly, voice barely above a whisper. “Stop,” he breathed again. Altair pressed his forehead to Malik’s but pulled back, to keep his hands to himself, though he seemed to manage it just barely, only doing so by sheer of force of will, like he couldn’t believe Malik had just cockblocked the both of them. “Off,” he said looking at Altair through his long lashes. Altair frowned at him but did as he was told. Malik liked that. That Altair didn’t ask or assume, he just let Malik do what he was comfortable with since he seemed okay with anything. After all, this was something exciting, something fun, two things Altair was all for.
Malik immediately stood, grabbed the remote off the coffee table and turned off the TV. When he looked at Altair the Syrian just had his brows raised but said nothing. “Coming?” was all Malik asked as he walked away and felt Altair’s eyes follow him for a few seconds before putting two and two together and seeing where Malik was headed. He repressed a little laugh as he heard Altair stumble off the couch and quickly catch up with him as he was about to open his bedroom door. Altair’s arms circled his waist, and pressed his face to his shoulder, kissing him through his shirt.
“Of course I am,” Altair said lowly into Malik’s ear, teeth dragging across the cup of his ear and Malik shivered. He didn’t stop Altair as he slid a hand up under Malik’s shirt before they stumbled into Malik’s room as he physically wasn’t able to take it any more. The door was closed and Malik shoved Altair up against it, he just grinned smugly as Malik kissed him firmly, if only to wipe that look off his face. --
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Re: Altered Flight Pattern (86/?)
“He approves you know,” Altair said smugly when he pulled away.
“Yeah, the little cretin,” Malik rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t aware you needed approval. Going to call my parents next?”
“You don’t live with your parents, so I will forgo that conversation until I can’t any more,” Altair said and kissed along Malik’s jaw.
“You can be wise. Who knew?”
“Oh shut up,” Altair growled, right up along Malik’s skin, more of the feeling of the word against skin than actually being able to hear it.
“Hey don’t dooo tha—” Malik ended in a groan, unable to complete his scolding as Altair started to bite and kiss his neck. That was because Altair’s hand was now down over his pants. It literally shorted his brain for a few seconds before getting back on track. “No hickeys,” he said and shoved Altair’s face away from him.
“Anywhere?” Altair asked slyly and Malik flushed. Malik tried to say something but a very embarrassing rasping noise was all that came out instead. Altair chuckled, “So just the neck,” he hummed and Malik swallowed when Alatair’s hands slid up his flanks and took possession of Malik’s mouth again, carefully licking his way past lips and into his mouth. Malik moaned softly and cupped the back of Altair’s neck, thumb working in small circles across the nape of his neck. He stumbled over his own breath when Altair slid a hand up his right side, riding up his shirt, palm and finger pads dragging across skin. He knew one of two things was probably about to happen, he was going to say stop, or, he was going to say more, because this sort of wary dance he was doing around the subject couldn’t be kept up forever. He knew that.
“Stop,” Malik said breathlessly, voice barely above a whisper. “Stop,” he breathed again. Altair pressed his forehead to Malik’s but pulled back, to keep his hands to himself, though he seemed to manage it just barely, only doing so by sheer of force of will, like he couldn’t believe Malik had just cockblocked the both of them. “Off,” he said looking at Altair through his long lashes. Altair frowned at him but did as he was told. Malik liked that. That Altair didn’t ask or assume, he just let Malik do what he was comfortable with since he seemed okay with anything. After all, this was something exciting, something fun, two things Altair was all for.
Malik immediately stood, grabbed the remote off the coffee table and turned off the TV. When he looked at Altair the Syrian just had his brows raised but said nothing. “Coming?” was all Malik asked as he walked away and felt Altair’s eyes follow him for a few seconds before putting two and two together and seeing where Malik was headed. He repressed a little laugh as he heard Altair stumble off the couch and quickly catch up with him as he was about to open his bedroom door. Altair’s arms circled his waist, and pressed his face to his shoulder, kissing him through his shirt.
“Of course I am,” Altair said lowly into Malik’s ear, teeth dragging across the cup of his ear and Malik shivered. He didn’t stop Altair as he slid a hand up under Malik’s shirt before they stumbled into Malik’s room as he physically wasn’t able to take it any more. The door was closed and Malik shoved Altair up against it, he just grinned smugly as Malik kissed him firmly, if only to wipe that look off his face.
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One more scene guys. ONE. MORE. SCENE.
I bet you all know what it is too!