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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 6
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.6
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TWICE THE BITCHES [FILL 2/2]
(Anonymous) 2014-09-03 02:39 am (UTC)(link)Altair watches all this with an amused smile, knowing that while Malik enjoyed the act itself he always rather disliked the mess it made. Then he crawls over, kneeling between Malik's leg and covering his body with his own. He leans down to kiss the edge of Malik's jaw, then licks and worries the shell of his ear. Malik tilts his head to the side to give him better access and breathes in sharply when Altair's hips grind down.
"Fuck." He says, because they're both still hard and it's not so much that the friction is welcome so much as wanted. Desperately wanted. "Do that again." But even as he says it, Malik is already hooking a leg over Altair's body and grinding up to meet Altair's movements. Their movements are jerky on the first few thrusts, but fall into a rhythm after that, faltering only once when Malik reaches between them to grab other their cocks.
Altair has both elbows on the bed to either side of Malik's head, head bowed so their foreheads are touching and their breath, warm and muggy and coming out in shallow pants fanned over each other's faces. It would be so easy to close that miniscule distance between their lips, but then Altair would stop making those needy little sounds...so Malik refrained. But they were already close before and it doesn't take much for both of them to be pushed over the edge. Altair comes with Malik's name on his lips and Malik follows close after and doesn't really remember what came out of his own mouth, it could have been another expletive or a name, he honestly can't recall as his leg drops from where it was hooked behind Altair's waist and he sinks back bonelessly against the bed.
Altair recovers faster because the man was possessed of a stamina that some days Malik couldn't keep up with (and he had decided to have sex with two of him...what had he been thinking?), he kisses Malik languidly, but chastely, knowning by now that Malik needed a little time to come back from his orgasm first (but still wanting to touch and to taste because it was Malik and if such a thing could be possible, Altair thinks he may very well be addicted).
The bed shifts and there's a chuckle. And then there's a hand on his shoulder, making a trail from there to his hand.
"It seems you were busy without me." Altair, now completely naked as well, takes Malik's hand in his own and brings it up to brush a kiss over the knuckles.
Malik's finger curls around the grip and he quips back, still basking in the afterglow of his orgasm.
"Technically, I was busy with you."
Altair only lets out a faint hum and nips at one of Malik's knuckles in response.
There's a short lull where one Altair plants kisses along his knuckles, then his palm and his wrist, while the other runs his hands over Malik's thighs and hips, sometimes only petting, other times kneading. For a brief moment, Malik misses his left hand, if only because he cannot really return the favour like this. He brings a foot up though, and runs it lightly over Altair's leg and up to his side then down again. Altair grins, catches his foot and leans in to place a kiss on the inside of his knees.
It's quiet and tender, but the moment is meant to be an intermission and not the end.
Altair squeezes Malik's hand lightly and he turns his head in time to watch Altair uncurl his fingers and take one into his mouth. For all that Altair sometimes had trouble finding the right words, the man had a wicked tongue and he used it to his full advantage as he sucked on Malik's finger, taking it into his mouth up to the second knuckle. He pulls back, dragging his teeth along the digit in a way that made Malik's breath hitch, before taking it back in his mouth. Malik feels his pulse racing as he does it again before letting the finger come free with a faint wet pop. He kisses the tinger tip before starting on the next finger.
Malik isn't the only one being affected if the interest stirring in Altair's loins is any indication and neither of them do anything to stop him. Altair makes it to a third finger before Malik's fingers curl, dragging the one in the warmth of Altair's mouth his tongue as he pulls it out. Altair lets his hand go and Malik cups his cheek, thumb pressed to Altair's lowerlip. His lips part and he flicks his tongue over the digit and Malik lets out a strangled sound before he's dragging Altair over to claim his mouth. Altair comes willingly and Malik sits up to meet him halfway.
When they break, Altair shifts so he's behind, with Malik sitting between his legs. He winds his arms around Malik loosely, bringing a hand down to stroke his half-hard dick. He shares a look with himself over Malik's shoulder, they seem to come to some sort of silent agreement as the Altair sitting behind him puts his hands on Malik's knees and coaxes his legs to open further as the one in front leans into kiss him, first on the mouth, then his chin and moving lower and lower along his body as hands knead the inside of Malik's thighs.
When he reaches it, he reaches to take Malik's half-hard cock in his hand, pumping once or twice before letting go and licking a line from base to tip before Altair takes it into his mouth and sucks. Malik draws in a sharp breath as Altair bobs his head, slowly taking more of him into his mouth.
"Look at you." The hands on his thighs drift inwards, massaging his hip bones briefly before making their way up his front. Altair turns his head to whipser into Malik's ear and here's another strange thing: seeing Altair sucking him off, while simultaneously hearing him talk, feeling his breath ghosting into his ear, "If only you could see yourself, Malik." Malik's eyes flutter closed as Altair hollows his cheeks, practically panting at this point. "You're so beautiful when you're like this." One hand snakes across his waist as the other one crosses over his chest, coming to rest on his shoulder as Altair whispers dirty promises and endearments in his ear (how good he looked and tasted and how he was going to fuck him after and make him scream).
Malik's head bows and he grips at the back of Altair's head and pushes up into the welcome warmth of his mouth, breaths coming out in short gasps.
And still there was that voice at his ear, whipsering, "Do you want to come, Malik?"
Malik nods, but at the same time pulls until Altair comes up and off his cock. Malik yanks and pulls until he could kiss him on the mouth, a desperate press of lips and teeth and tongue.
"I'm going to fuck you." Malik says without preamble when they break the kiss.
One (or both, he doesn't even know at this point) of them chuckles. "Which one?"
And Malik scowls and sits up, pushing Altair onto his back and climbing on top of him.
"I don't care."
He leans down, putting his elbow on the bed as he kisses Altair again, nipping at his lower lip hard enough to draw a moan.
Malik sits up after a moment and looks for where they keep the oil, only to have it handed to him by a grinning Altair. Malik frowns at it, but takes the offered item and gets off Altair.
"Turn around."
And he places the small pot beside him, scoops some into his hands and warms it as he waits for Altair to comply. Which he does, with more enthusiasm than one might expect from the leader of the Brotherhood of Assassins.
Malik waits for him to find a comfortable position before leaning over his back. "Comfortable?" He asks as he liberally slathers the oil over Altair's opening, waiting for a nod before he presses a finger in. He takes his time opening Altair ip, watching the way his pants, open mouthed and needy as he fingers him, first with one finger, then adding another. He watches the way Altair's first clecnh in the sheets everytime Malik crooks his fingers before dragging out, then pushing back in. Watching the way Altair pushes down, practically fucking himself on Malik's fingers.
For a moment it's like his vision tunnels and all Malik could focus on was Altair, sprawled on his back and gasping Malik's name. It makes him want in a way that has become familiar over time but remains over-whelming never the less. It's only made worse when a hand snakes around from behind and takes his dick in hand and strokes it in a loose fist.
Malik's breathing and movements stutter at the contact and it's almost too much (not enough). He takes a moment to gather himself before he pushes his hips back, grinding against Altair and revels in the way he swears. He pushes a third finger in and watches the way Altair writhes and his hand and the one on his dick fall into the same rhythm until Malik pulls out before brushing the hand on him aside.
The Altair lying flat on his back whines at the loss of contact and the sound draws Malik down to him like a magnet and he steals it with a kiss as he gropes for the jar of oil to slick himself before pushing into Altair's body.
He makes a few shallow thrusts, each deeper than the last until he's balls-deep inside Altair and then holds himself there, giving them both time to adjust. Malik runs a hand over Altair's side, tracing the ridges and dips of his muscles and the shapes of the scars there. He waits until Altair relaxes, and makes an impatiant sound and grabs at Malik's shoulder hard enough to created indents in his skin.
"Move." He hisses and Malik leans down to kiss him again before he pulls out enough to thrust back in.
The pace he sets is unrelenting, each thrust going in deep enough, he knows by now, to make Altair see stars. It doesn't let up even when he feels slicked fingers probing at his entrace. He shudders and gasps wetly into the kiss he shares with Altair, but doesn't hesitate to push back when the finger breaches the tight ring of muscles.
He clenches on the digit when he pushes back and there's another hand petting his hair and down his neck as Altair waits for him to relax again. Careless of what was happening above him (only knowing that he wanted Malik to move), Altair hooks a leg over Malik's back, trying to pull him back in insistently with a whine.
Malik chuckles weakly, "Still as impatient as ever." And he snaps his hips forward again, before drawing back and shudders when the finger behind him goes deep again. He does it again and again. Moans when a second finger is added, eventually followed by a third. It takes a few tries to find a rhythm that worked, but once they did...fuck it felt so good. Malik isn't sure how he finds time to breathe when he's left breathless when he pushes forward into that tight heat and again when he pushes back against Altair's fingers. Every sound that's dragged from his mouth is wanton and wrecked and his only consolation is that Altair, pumping his own dick under him, is no better off.
Then the fingers are removed and he doesn't have the time to process the loss before the head of Altair's dick was pushing in to take their place.
The only sound in the room were their pants and the wet slap of flesh on flesh as they moved in time with each other. There were some words here and there, but nothing that even came close to being coherent. Malik's orgams comes as a surprise, and he jerks with a grunt before spending himself. He leans his forehead against Altair's shoulder and nuzzles his throat, content for the moment to just lie there as Altair continues to thrust into him.
The Altair he was lying on top of draped his arms around Malik and drew idle patterns over his back. When Malik finally caught his breath again, he realizes he'd already come before this. Malik frowns, trying to sort through the haze that had been the moments before to rememember when that happened. Altair pulls out with a grunt, ruts against Malik's thigh a few times before he drops onto Malik's back gracelessly.
Malik doesn't entirely mind the weight, but he's not the one with two fully grown men lying on top of him. Altair grunts and unceremoniously shoves them both until they were all lying on their sides, with Malik still in between the two of them.
Malik is the one to shove them away with a sigh.
"We need to clean up this mess."
There's some grumbling and, really, it isn't that Malik doesn't want to just lie there and enjoy the afterglow, but he'd rather do it on clean(er) sheets and without being covered in drying bodily fluids.
~ + ~
When Malik wakes up in the morning, there's an abscence of a warm body in front of him. His fingers curl against the pillow before he wakes up fully and really takes in the loss, He sits up as much as he could, which isn't much when Altair's arm tighten around him. Malik tilts his head back and is concerned when he sees Altair's eyes squeezed shut as if in pain.
He gently untangles Altair's arm so he can turn to run a hand over his forehead.
"Altair?"
Altair releases a breath, but doesn't open his eyes, "It's nothing."
And Malik snorts because clearly it was not.
"Don't lie."
"It's just a headache, Malik."
Malik clicks his tongue in disapproval. But pauses for a moment, "Your clone is gone. Do you think the two are connected?"
And that makes Altair open one of his eyes a crack.
"It might be." He sighs and shuts his eyes again, burrowing closer to press his face to the crook of Malik's neck. "I seem to remember doing paperwork yesterday, but I also remember working with the novices at around the same time."
Malik grumbles irritably, but places a hand on the back of Altair's head, stroking the hair there, "Then at least that damned Apple had the foresight to put things back to the way they were such that I don't need to explain everything to you again."
Altair grins into Malik's neck.
"You say that as if that is the only favourable thing to come out of this."
"Go back to sleep. Maybe when your headache is gone you'll stop saying such stupid things."
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