Write!anon says: the sex is starting to get really dirty. 8D I hope OP doesn't mind. <3
"Think you can't handle it?" Altair replied, tone slightly annoyed.
Malik arched an eyebrow. His expression showed that he was more than willing to take up that challenge. Silently, he opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the swollen head. His eyes slipped shut as he carefully pulled more of Altair's length into his mouth.
The site alone made Altair moan deeply. It was all he could to to keep his knees from giving way.
The rafiq was disturbingly good at this. His tongue swirled and his mouth sucked harshly at Altair. Every so often, he would swallow almost all the way to the hilt, his throat working furiously. When he did that, he would hum, loudly, causing sharp vibrations to roll through the Grand Master's system.
"Mmm-Malik," Altair groaned, his hand tightening in Malik's hair. His other, gripped Malik's still clothed shoulder. "H-how did you get so good?" He panted.
Malik opened his eyes and looked up at him, devilishness glinted there. He pulled back and off with an obscene 'pop'. "I've learned many things since becoming a Dai," he replied easily. He opened his mouth and was about to continue, when Altair stopped him.
"Wait, if you continue, I will be done for," he said, ignoring the smirk that was shot his way. "Reward me with something else." The statement was pointed and almost made Malik blush.
Slowly, Malik stood. He nodded. With a slight hesitancy, he led Altair to the bed. He pushed the taller male onto it and climbed over him.
"Which way shall you have it?" He asked.
It was rare for Malik to ever ask what someone else wanted. Generally, he just took and did. This time, he wanted to show Altair just how grateful he was to be alive. And if that meant surrendering, then he would most certainly do it.
With a gentleness that was forever shocking, Altair leaned up and kissed Malik's swollen lips. "I want to fuck you," he replied; the coarseness of the statement slightly ruining the softness of the moment.
Malik nodded, his expression resigned. He leaned back and started to untie his robes. Throwing them on the floor, he tilted his hips forward. There was a slight question in his eyes.
Altair shook his head. "No, I want to see you prepare yourself."
For the first time annoyance crossed Malik's features. He had made his promise to reward Altair, so he simply had to do it. Not taking his eyes off of Altair's face, he lifted two fingers to his mouth. With all the lewdness he possessed, he started to suck on them, his tongue poking out to coat the digits thoroughly.
Altair groaned at the sight. He didn't think a world-traveled whore could look more appealing. His abandoned manhood twitched in anticipation.
Re: Buried [8/x]
"Think you can't handle it?" Altair replied, tone slightly annoyed.
Malik arched an eyebrow. His expression showed that he was more than willing to take up that challenge. Silently, he opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the swollen head. His eyes slipped shut as he carefully pulled more of Altair's length into his mouth.
The site alone made Altair moan deeply. It was all he could to to keep his knees from giving way.
The rafiq was disturbingly good at this. His tongue swirled and his mouth sucked harshly at Altair. Every so often, he would swallow almost all the way to the hilt, his throat working furiously. When he did that, he would hum, loudly, causing sharp vibrations to roll through the Grand Master's system.
"Mmm-Malik," Altair groaned, his hand tightening in Malik's hair. His other, gripped Malik's still clothed shoulder. "H-how did you get so good?" He panted.
Malik opened his eyes and looked up at him, devilishness glinted there. He pulled back and off with an obscene 'pop'. "I've learned many things since becoming a Dai," he replied easily. He opened his mouth and was about to continue, when Altair stopped him.
"Wait, if you continue, I will be done for," he said, ignoring the smirk that was shot his way. "Reward me with something else." The statement was pointed and almost made Malik blush.
Slowly, Malik stood. He nodded. With a slight hesitancy, he led Altair to the bed. He pushed the taller male onto it and climbed over him.
"Which way shall you have it?" He asked.
It was rare for Malik to ever ask what someone else wanted. Generally, he just took and did. This time, he wanted to show Altair just how grateful he was to be alive. And if that meant surrendering, then he would most certainly do it.
With a gentleness that was forever shocking, Altair leaned up and kissed Malik's swollen lips. "I want to fuck you," he replied; the coarseness of the statement slightly ruining the softness of the moment.
Malik nodded, his expression resigned. He leaned back and started to untie his robes. Throwing them on the floor, he tilted his hips forward. There was a slight question in his eyes.
Altair shook his head. "No, I want to see you prepare yourself."
For the first time annoyance crossed Malik's features. He had made his promise to reward Altair, so he simply had to do it. Not taking his eyes off of Altair's face, he lifted two fingers to his mouth. With all the lewdness he possessed, he started to suck on them, his tongue poking out to coat the digits thoroughly.
Altair groaned at the sight. He didn't think a world-traveled whore could look more appealing. His abandoned manhood twitched in anticipation.