After he deemed his fingers officially covered, Malik pulled them out of his mouth. He shot a quick look at Altair before moving them toward his entrance. There was a brief pause, then, he pushed one finger in. He winced slightly, but kept going. He quickly inserted the second finger. This time he bit at his lower lip, his breath coming out in short puffs.
Altair's eyes widened. He didn't know why, but he hadn't really expected Malik to do it. He moaned softly as he watched Malik thrust his own fingers into himself. It was making his mouth water to see this happen right over his hips.
The smallest of moans rolled off of Malik's lips. He was slowly getting used to the intrusion but he knew that more was to come--and Altair was much larger. Not wanting it to be painful when Altair finally joined, he slipped in a third finger. The action made him groan from the slight pain. His hips twitched forward, almost trying to get rid of the newest addition. Still, he kept at it.
Until, finally, he was practically grinding against his own hand. His expression wasn't so pained and the motion wasn't so terrible. In fact, just before he was about to hand the reigns over to Altair, he hit a spot inside that made his vision burst. He gasped and moaned loudly, his hips rolling.
"A-altair," he whined, looking down at the other male. He didn't want to remove his hand but he oh-so wanted to feel Altair inside, now. He wanted that spot to get hit again.
Altair nodded. He reached forward to grip Malik's hips. Once the working hand had been removed, he guided Malik forward, lining them up.
"Are you sure?" He asked, delaying the pleasure Malik desired.
"Just do it!" Malik snapped.
Keeping his smirk suppressed, Altair shoved his length into the other's entrance. That earned him a loud cry. He pressed in until he was fully sheathed inside of Malik.
The rafiq arched forward, panting and moaning. He hadn't counted on Altair being that much bigger. It burned but didn't want to make him stop. His hips twitched and his muscles ached from being still so long.
"Malik," Altair whispered into his ear. "Move."
The statement was simple and yet held so much power. Without hesitation, Malik rolled his hips. The motion made both men groan deeply. Malik sat back up, his one hand splayed on Altair's chest for balance. He kept his gaze on the other as he pulled his hips up. Pausing for just a second to see the look of annoyance on Altair's face, he smirked and slammed back down.
"Aahaa!" Malik called, his voice echoing in the room. The thrust had made Altair hit that sweet spot on the first go.
Not wanting to lose that feeling again, Malik continued to jerk himself up and down. The man below started to thrust up to meet him. Altair's hands gripped his hips in a bruising hold. Both were moaning loudly but only Malik was a shaking mess. His mouth dropped open and he was finding it very difficult to keep his eyes open. His back arched with each motion.
"Nnngh! Altair," Malik groaned, his hand curling into a fist.
He was riding the other male with deep abandon. He couldn't remember a time when it had been so good. Every thrust made him cry with pleasure. Every action sent his thoughts flying. Just as he thought he couldn't take much more, Altair's rough hand gripped his member. He looked down at Altair.
"Altair," he moaned.
Altair looked up at him, his golds eyes dark with lust. "Malik," he groaned in reply, his hand tightening around the aching member.
With only a few more thrusts, Malik came with a scream that echoed through the room and the hall beyond. His hips jerked and his vision went white. His entire body clenched from the explosive ending. Altair, unable to handle the tightened heat, followed Malik into oblivion. Malik's name falling repeatedly from his lips.
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Altair's eyes widened. He didn't know why, but he hadn't really expected Malik to do it. He moaned softly as he watched Malik thrust his own fingers into himself. It was making his mouth water to see this happen right over his hips.
The smallest of moans rolled off of Malik's lips. He was slowly getting used to the intrusion but he knew that more was to come--and Altair was much larger. Not wanting it to be painful when Altair finally joined, he slipped in a third finger. The action made him groan from the slight pain. His hips twitched forward, almost trying to get rid of the newest addition. Still, he kept at it.
Until, finally, he was practically grinding against his own hand. His expression wasn't so pained and the motion wasn't so terrible. In fact, just before he was about to hand the reigns over to Altair, he hit a spot inside that made his vision burst. He gasped and moaned loudly, his hips rolling.
"A-altair," he whined, looking down at the other male. He didn't want to remove his hand but he oh-so wanted to feel Altair inside, now. He wanted that spot to get hit again.
Altair nodded. He reached forward to grip Malik's hips. Once the working hand had been removed, he guided Malik forward, lining them up.
"Are you sure?" He asked, delaying the pleasure Malik desired.
"Just do it!" Malik snapped.
Keeping his smirk suppressed, Altair shoved his length into the other's entrance. That earned him a loud cry. He pressed in until he was fully sheathed inside of Malik.
The rafiq arched forward, panting and moaning. He hadn't counted on Altair being that much bigger. It burned but didn't want to make him stop. His hips twitched and his muscles ached from being still so long.
"Malik," Altair whispered into his ear. "Move."
The statement was simple and yet held so much power. Without hesitation, Malik rolled his hips. The motion made both men groan deeply. Malik sat back up, his one hand splayed on Altair's chest for balance. He kept his gaze on the other as he pulled his hips up. Pausing for just a second to see the look of annoyance on Altair's face, he smirked and slammed back down.
"Aahaa!" Malik called, his voice echoing in the room. The thrust had made Altair hit that sweet spot on the first go.
Not wanting to lose that feeling again, Malik continued to jerk himself up and down. The man below started to thrust up to meet him. Altair's hands gripped his hips in a bruising hold. Both were moaning loudly but only Malik was a shaking mess. His mouth dropped open and he was finding it very difficult to keep his eyes open. His back arched with each motion.
"Nnngh! Altair," Malik groaned, his hand curling into a fist.
He was riding the other male with deep abandon. He couldn't remember a time when it had been so good. Every thrust made him cry with pleasure. Every action sent his thoughts flying. Just as he thought he couldn't take much more, Altair's rough hand gripped his member. He looked down at Altair.
"Altair," he moaned.
Altair looked up at him, his golds eyes dark with lust. "Malik," he groaned in reply, his hand tightening around the aching member.
With only a few more thrusts, Malik came with a scream that echoed through the room and the hall beyond. His hips jerked and his vision went white. His entire body clenched from the explosive ending. Altair, unable to handle the tightened heat, followed Malik into oblivion. Malik's name falling repeatedly from his lips.