Malik tried to hide his blush as he continue to fed Altaïr carefully. He couldn't help but eye Altaïr's abdomen as he ate, or his lips as he slurped the soup eagerly. He cleared his throat and tried to distract himself.
"I think the meat has cooled off enough." To Altaïr's dismay, he set the still half full bowl of soup on the floor and balanced the tray on his lap. He waved some of the steam away and held up a small piece of lamb to Altaïr's mouth.
Altaïr opened his mouth greedily and chewed the meat, scooping up some of the grains and vegetables with a piece of flatbread. Altaïr had a bad habit of chewing with his mouth open, which annoyed Malik to no end. However, on this particular night, it happened to be a bit attractive.
Altaïr moaned slightly after swallowing his food. It was completely heavenly. The lamb was flavored excellently, and the sides complemented the meat perfectly. Altaïr could feel his stomach begging for more and more after each bite. With each bite Malik fed him, Altaïr felt as though he was becoming hungrier rather than satisfied.
Malik was astounded; he had seen Altaïr eat on many occasions, but never with this much gusto. It was amazing to see how much he was packing away in such a short time.
Altaïr picked up the large bowl of soup without warning and proceeded to drink directly from the bowl, hardly stopping.
"What brings about this intense hunger, Altaïr?" Malik asked curiously, holding out another piece of meat.
Altaïr simply shrugged and thought it over himself. He truly had no idea, save the fact that he had not eaten the entire day. And yet, even on days when he hadn't eaten, he never ate this fast. "Maybe it is your excellent cooking." Altaïr mused, accepting the meat and requesting more.
In spite of himself, Malik smiled slightly and adjusted himself so he was closer to Altaïr. He could see Altaïr's once flat stomach filling up with the food he had inhaled, and he quickly averted his eyes, in case Altaïr should see his interest. Altaïr shifted around on the pillows and grunted, placing a hand to his mouth. He closed his eyes and let out a loud burp before looking at Malik sheepishly.
Malik squinted and sighed. He took a rather large piece of flatbread and proceeded to scoop up the grains and vegetables, carefully creating a thick wrap. He wiped a crumb off of the side of Altaïr's mouth and motioned for him to open his mouth. Altaïr's eyes widened.
"I can't fit that entire thing in my mouth, Malik."
"I've seen you fit larger." Malik teased and held it closer to his mouth. "I know you want it."
And Altaïr really did want it. He shrugged and opened his mouth. Malik grinned and shoved the wrap in. Altaïr chewed weakly for a couple minutes, cheeks bulging. He swallowed and took another large swig of stew to wash it down. He exhaled heavily and leaned into the pillows.
"Giving up already, novice?" Malik took a small bite out of one of the remaining slices of flatbread.
Altaïr frowned, and gestured for more food. Malik chuckled and leaned closer.
"My, my." He mused. "Seems as you've just about cleared through the lamb."
Altaïr's face fell. He was actually a bit disappointed, since the lamb was so delicious. It was quite a lot of meat however, and he was starting to feel a bit full. He peered over at the tray and reached for a flatbread.
Malik swatted at his hand. He shifted the tray's contents and used the flatbread to pick up a fairly large piece of mutton.
"There is mutton as well." Altaïr said, stating the obvious.
Malik simply nodded and raised the bread to his mouth. Altaïr accepted gratefully and grinned. The mutton was just as good as the lamb. It was fatty and slightly greasy, and the various herbs danced on his tongue. He licked his lips and opened his mouth for more.
"So eager, it seems." Malik tutted.
Altaïr nodded and polished off the remainder of the soup. He set the large bowl down and scooted it to the side, placing a hand on his stomach. He could feel that his stomach was full, but he still had room for more. The entire bowl of soup had actually taken up a lot of room, not to mention what seemed to him like a seemingly endless supply of meat. Usually, he would stop eating at this point, but something kept him going. Was it Malik's cooking, or perhaps the fact that Malik was hand feeding him? All other things aside, he thought, Malik seemed to be enjoying himself. He was oddly happy; why ruin it for him? He was getting a hearty meal out of it, so they both won.
Malik eyed the empty bowl of soup, and let his eyes travel to the hand that Altaïr had placed on his stomach. He continued to scoop up the food with the bread and carefully fed his companion.
The fatty meat was incredibly heavy, and started to settle into Altaïr's stomach, causing him to feel more full with each bite. He burped quietly and groaned. He rubbed his hand down his bloated stomach and shifted around in the pillows.
Malik cleared his throat and shrugged. "If you cannot finish, don't force yourself, novice."
Had he overestimated Altaïr's stomach? He had made enough food to feed at least two fully grown assassins, after all. Altaïr sat up and pulled the tray closer to him. He had not, it seemed. Malik grinned mischievously.
Altaïr began to feed himself at this point, and set his mind on working to finish each and every last crumb on his plate. Malik raised an eyebrow and placed his hand on Altaïr's swollen stomach.
"I did not expect your belly to round out this much, Altaïr."
Altaïr frowned and tried to swat Malik's hand away. "Is this supposed to deter me from finishing?"
Malik refused to remove his hand and shook his head. "Not at all." He kissed the assassin's cheek patted his stomach gently.
Altaïr, in spite of himself, blushed and nearly choked on his food.
Only a couple hunks of mutton remained, and the vegetables were almost gone. He had finished the couscous long ago, and there was only half a slice of flatbread left. He sighed heavily and placed his hand on top of Malik's.
Slowly but steadily, he finished everything on his plate. He kept eating, despite the obvious signals his body was sending him to stop. He stomach ached, and seemed as though it threatened to explode at any moment. He swallowed the last chunk of meat and moaned, clutching his tight stomach with both hands. He sunk into the pillows and said nothing, listening to his stomach gurgling angrily.
"I am assuming you will not have dessert?" Malik knew he was pushing it. However, to his surprise, Altaïr nodded slowly. "I purchased some pastries from the local food huts." He briskly walked over to his desk in the other room and returned with a small cloth wrapped bundle.
Re: Altaïr is a glutton and anon is trash. Fill 3/?
"I think the meat has cooled off enough." To Altaïr's dismay, he set the still half full bowl of soup on the floor and balanced the tray on his lap. He waved some of the steam away and held up a small piece of lamb to Altaïr's mouth.
Altaïr opened his mouth greedily and chewed the meat, scooping up some of the grains and vegetables with a piece of flatbread. Altaïr had a bad habit of chewing with his mouth open, which annoyed Malik to no end. However, on this particular night, it happened to be a bit attractive.
Altaïr moaned slightly after swallowing his food. It was completely heavenly. The lamb was flavored excellently, and the sides complemented the meat perfectly. Altaïr could feel his stomach begging for more and more after each bite. With each bite Malik fed him, Altaïr felt as though he was becoming hungrier rather than satisfied.
Malik was astounded; he had seen Altaïr eat on many occasions, but never with this much gusto. It was amazing to see how much he was packing away in such a short time.
Altaïr picked up the large bowl of soup without warning and proceeded to drink directly from the bowl, hardly stopping.
"What brings about this intense hunger, Altaïr?" Malik asked curiously, holding out another piece of meat.
Altaïr simply shrugged and thought it over himself. He truly had no idea, save the fact that he had not eaten the entire day. And yet, even on days when he hadn't eaten, he never ate this fast. "Maybe it is your excellent cooking." Altaïr mused, accepting the meat and requesting more.
In spite of himself, Malik smiled slightly and adjusted himself so he was closer to Altaïr. He could see Altaïr's once flat stomach filling up with the food he had inhaled, and he quickly averted his eyes, in case Altaïr should see his interest. Altaïr shifted around on the pillows and grunted, placing a hand to his mouth. He closed his eyes and let out a loud burp before looking at Malik sheepishly.
Malik squinted and sighed. He took a rather large piece of flatbread and proceeded to scoop up the grains and vegetables, carefully creating a thick wrap. He wiped a crumb off of the side of Altaïr's mouth and motioned for him to open his mouth. Altaïr's eyes widened.
"I can't fit that entire thing in my mouth, Malik."
"I've seen you fit larger." Malik teased and held it closer to his mouth. "I know you want it."
And Altaïr really did want it. He shrugged and opened his mouth. Malik grinned and shoved the wrap in. Altaïr chewed weakly for a couple minutes, cheeks bulging. He swallowed and took another large swig of stew to wash it down. He exhaled heavily and leaned into the pillows.
"Giving up already, novice?" Malik took a small bite out of one of the remaining slices of flatbread.
Altaïr frowned, and gestured for more food. Malik chuckled and leaned closer.
"My, my." He mused. "Seems as you've just about cleared through the lamb."
Altaïr's face fell. He was actually a bit disappointed, since the lamb was so delicious. It was quite a lot of meat however, and he was starting to feel a bit full. He peered over at the tray and reached for a flatbread.
Malik swatted at his hand. He shifted the tray's contents and used the flatbread to pick up a fairly large piece of mutton.
"There is mutton as well." Altaïr said, stating the obvious.
Malik simply nodded and raised the bread to his mouth. Altaïr accepted gratefully and grinned. The mutton was just as good as the lamb. It was fatty and slightly greasy, and the various herbs danced on his tongue. He licked his lips and opened his mouth for more.
"So eager, it seems." Malik tutted.
Altaïr nodded and polished off the remainder of the soup. He set the large bowl down and scooted it to the side, placing a hand on his stomach. He could feel that his stomach was full, but he still had room for more. The entire bowl of soup had actually taken up a lot of room, not to mention what seemed to him like a seemingly endless supply of meat. Usually, he would stop eating at this point, but something kept him going. Was it Malik's cooking, or perhaps the fact that Malik was hand feeding him? All other things aside, he thought, Malik seemed to be enjoying himself. He was oddly happy; why ruin it for him? He was getting a hearty meal out of it, so they both won.
Malik eyed the empty bowl of soup, and let his eyes travel to the hand that Altaïr had placed on his stomach. He continued to scoop up the food with the bread and carefully fed his companion.
The fatty meat was incredibly heavy, and started to settle into Altaïr's stomach, causing him to feel more full with each bite. He burped quietly and groaned. He rubbed his hand down his bloated stomach and shifted around in the pillows.
Malik cleared his throat and shrugged. "If you cannot finish, don't force yourself, novice."
Had he overestimated Altaïr's stomach? He had made enough food to feed at least two fully grown assassins, after all. Altaïr sat up and pulled the tray closer to him. He had not, it seemed. Malik grinned mischievously.
Altaïr began to feed himself at this point, and set his mind on working to finish each and every last crumb on his plate. Malik raised an eyebrow and placed his hand on Altaïr's swollen stomach.
"I did not expect your belly to round out this much, Altaïr."
Altaïr frowned and tried to swat Malik's hand away. "Is this supposed to deter me from finishing?"
Malik refused to remove his hand and shook his head. "Not at all." He kissed the assassin's cheek patted his stomach gently.
Altaïr, in spite of himself, blushed and nearly choked on his food.
Only a couple hunks of mutton remained, and the vegetables were almost gone. He had finished the couscous long ago, and there was only half a slice of flatbread left. He sighed heavily and placed his hand on top of Malik's.
Slowly but steadily, he finished everything on his plate. He kept eating, despite the obvious signals his body was sending him to stop. He stomach ached, and seemed as though it threatened to explode at any moment. He swallowed the last chunk of meat and moaned, clutching his tight stomach with both hands. He sunk into the pillows and said nothing, listening to his stomach gurgling angrily.
"I am assuming you will not have dessert?" Malik knew he was pushing it. However, to his surprise, Altaïr nodded slowly. "I purchased some pastries from the local food huts." He briskly walked over to his desk in the other room and returned with a small cloth wrapped bundle.