Altair growled and hooked his hands under Malik’s thighs. He roughly pulled at Malik, making him fall to his back with a “Oof!” and dragged him until his thighs were on either side of his waist. Now only their profiles were facing the camera. Altair watched as he slipped his fingers into the waistband of Malik’s underwear and yanked them down. Malik lifted his legs up into the air as Altair wrestled them off, getting caught on the ankles. Malik’s legs once again fell around his waist. He could see Malik’s dick lying proudly on his lower abdomen. He watched himself spread Malik open by grabbing him behind the knees and pulling them up and apart.
“Fucking look at you Malik. So fucking hot.”
Malik chuckled, “Hmm, but you might want to hurry up Altair. The SD card can only hold so much memory.” Altair saw himself nod and grab his dick. Malik struck him on his shoulder.
“Lube you idiot! Lube! You have to prepare me. No matter how drunk I am, there is no way you’re taking me dry.”
He growled, “I don’t have any fucking lube.”
“Improvise.” He had pouted at first, but soon he saw a slow wicked grin creep across his face. “Altair, what are you doing?” Altair watched as his head disappeared between Malik’s thighs. Then all of a sudden Malik lurched up with a gasp.
“Altair!” Malik panted and squirmed. He fell back to the bed with a moan, his eyes squeezed shut, “Altair.” He could come up with a pretty good guess as to what he is doing right now. Altair swallowed. He couldn’t believe that he would…put his mouth…There was no words to describe how fucked up this was.
He watched as Malik began to roll his, fucking himself onto Altair’s tongue. He saw a side of Malik he never imagined seeing. Malik sound like he was coming undone, mumbling nonsense and stilted Arabic. He moaned even louder when Altair moved his hand in the space between his legs, his arm slowly moving back and forth. He started building up a rhythm until Malik started yanking on his hair.
“Come up Altair. Come up. I’m not going to last long.” Altair hummed and moved away. He spat on his hands a couple of times and smeared that and precome over his cock. He watched as he turned Malik onto his side until he was facing the camera. One leg was hooked over his shoulder while the other one was straddled by him. He watched as he lined himself up to Malik’s entrance and slowly pushed inside. Malik groaned and the muscles in his stomach jumped. Once Altair was balls deep inside of Malik, he paused for a moment, trailing kisses along Malik’s calf. “God, Malik, you’re so fucking tight. So fucking hot around me.”
Malik moaned and rocked back into Altair, “Move.” Altair moved slowly at first with short and shallow thrust. Then he started to pick up the pace. The slick sounds of skin on skin filling the room. “Oh my fucking- Malik you’re so…Oh God!” Malik just panted, his head lying on top of his arm while the other reached down to jerk at his dick. He rolled his hips into each one of Altair’s thrust and into his loose fist. He watched as he lifted Malik’s leg off of his shoulder and pushed it closer to his side, trying to find a different angle so he could go deeper. God Malik was flexible. The change in angle must have hit his sweet spot, because Malik jerked up and cried out. “There! Fucking Altair, right there!” Altair grunted and continued to pound into Malik. He could hear the darker man mumble obscenities and encouragement as he jerked himself to the rhythm of Altair’s thrust. “That’s it. Right there. Harder. Altair.”
Altair couldn’t believe it. Had they been that drunk last night that he would fuck his best friend? Obviously yes, since his fucking said friend right through the damn mattress. Surely Malik must have bruises because Altair knows just how hard he can push and by the snaps of his thrusts, he would devastate a woman. Then again Malik is no woman. He is a man. Altair fucked a man. He doesn’t know what to feel right now.
Malik’s moans begin to pick up in pitch as he continues to stab at his prostate. He was starting to tense up and the movements of his hip was getting out of sync, a sure sign that he’s getting closer.
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“Fucking look at you Malik. So fucking hot.”
Malik chuckled, “Hmm, but you might want to hurry up Altair. The SD card can only hold so much memory.” Altair saw himself nod and grab his dick. Malik struck him on his shoulder.
“Lube you idiot! Lube! You have to prepare me. No matter how drunk I am, there is no way you’re taking me dry.”
He growled, “I don’t have any fucking lube.”
“Improvise.” He had pouted at first, but soon he saw a slow wicked grin creep across his face. “Altair, what are you doing?” Altair watched as his head disappeared between Malik’s thighs. Then all of a sudden Malik lurched up with a gasp.
“Altair!” Malik panted and squirmed. He fell back to the bed with a moan, his eyes squeezed shut, “Altair.” He could come up with a pretty good guess as to what he is doing right now. Altair swallowed. He couldn’t believe that he would…put his mouth…There was no words to describe how fucked up this was.
He watched as Malik began to roll his, fucking himself onto Altair’s tongue. He saw a side of Malik he never imagined seeing. Malik sound like he was coming undone, mumbling nonsense and stilted Arabic. He moaned even louder when Altair moved his hand in the space between his legs, his arm slowly moving back and forth. He started building up a rhythm until Malik started yanking on his hair.
“Come up Altair. Come up. I’m not going to last long.” Altair hummed and moved away. He spat on his hands a couple of times and smeared that and precome over his cock. He watched as he turned Malik onto his side until he was facing the camera. One leg was hooked over his shoulder while the other one was straddled by him. He watched as he lined himself up to Malik’s entrance and slowly pushed inside. Malik groaned and the muscles in his stomach jumped. Once Altair was balls deep inside of Malik, he paused for a moment, trailing kisses along Malik’s calf. “God, Malik, you’re so fucking tight. So fucking hot around me.”
Malik moaned and rocked back into Altair, “Move.” Altair moved slowly at first with short and shallow thrust. Then he started to pick up the pace. The slick sounds of skin on skin filling the room. “Oh my fucking- Malik you’re so…Oh God!” Malik just panted, his head lying on top of his arm while the other reached down to jerk at his dick. He rolled his hips into each one of Altair’s thrust and into his loose fist. He watched as he lifted Malik’s leg off of his shoulder and pushed it closer to his side, trying to find a different angle so he could go deeper. God Malik was flexible. The change in angle must have hit his sweet spot, because Malik jerked up and cried out. “There! Fucking Altair, right there!” Altair grunted and continued to pound into Malik. He could hear the darker man mumble obscenities and encouragement as he jerked himself to the rhythm of Altair’s thrust. “That’s it. Right there. Harder. Altair.”
Altair couldn’t believe it. Had they been that drunk last night that he would fuck his best friend? Obviously yes, since his fucking said friend right through the damn mattress. Surely Malik must have bruises because Altair knows just how hard he can push and by the snaps of his thrusts, he would devastate a woman. Then again Malik is no woman. He is a man. Altair fucked a man. He doesn’t know what to feel right now.
Malik’s moans begin to pick up in pitch as he continues to stab at his prostate. He was starting to tense up and the movements of his hip was getting out of sync, a sure sign that he’s getting closer.
“Altair, I can’t…I’m going to – Altair!”