Finally! Anon's had her wisdom teeth removed, so sorry for the delay!
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Gritting his teeth, Altaïr's brows furrowed as Malik's hips slammed down again, pleasure and bliss shooting through both their bodies and this time, the assassin's pelvis actually jolted upward, thrusting into Malik oh so deep, hitting a spot the former dai didn't even know existed. They both cried out in unison and for a moment, Malik couldn't do anything else than gape at the man before him in wordless delight.
"I understand now," Altaïr moaned, his hands wriggling in their restraints, and even though Malik shot him a warning look, he pulled them free. Quickly, one of them wrapped around Malik's own weeping prick, eliciting a surprised yelp, while the other one grabbed his friend's hips, intensifying the friction between the two, helping Malik up and down at a even faster pace. "And I want you."
A delicious shiver went down Malik's spine at those huskily spoken words, and he devoted his body and what remained of his sanity to his assassin, pulling up and dropping down harder and faster, the hand around him squeezing, just as his had done some minutes ago, mercilessly driving him to his release...
And with one final thrust, they came—in his frenzy, Malik cried out Altaïr's name over and over again, spilling his seed all over the assassin's unrelenting hand. He arched his back as he felt Altaïr's hot semen splashing all over his tightening channel; yet unlike Malik, the Grand Master remained silent—there was not even a grunt amidst Malik's desperate cries. He simply pressed his forehead against the former dai's heaving chest, breathing in and out deeply.
For a few moments, neither of them knew what to do or what to say. While Malik could only grin, given his triumph over Altaïr's stubbornness, the assassin hugged his friend, no, lover, closer, his face still buried in Malik's clothing.
Then, finally, Altaïr spoke.
"Thank you."
Since Malik knew Altaïr was embarrassed by what they had just done, he decided to simply nod and play with the other one's curly hair, instead of press him on the matter any further. He was glad they had finally breached this invisible barrier between them; and to have heard Altaïr say that he wanted him was more than he could ever have asked for.
"There is no need to thank me, habibi."
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There is also a remastered version on FF.net, without the 'wtf-altairs-hands-are-free' incident! XD It is to be found here: fanfiction(dot)net/s/6728861/1/
Make you understand pt 4
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Gritting his teeth, Altaïr's brows furrowed as Malik's hips slammed down again, pleasure and bliss shooting through both their bodies and this time, the assassin's pelvis actually jolted upward, thrusting into Malik oh so deep, hitting a spot the former dai didn't even know existed. They both cried out in unison and for a moment, Malik couldn't do anything else than gape at the man before him in wordless delight.
"I understand now," Altaïr moaned, his hands wriggling in their restraints, and even though Malik shot him a warning look, he pulled them free. Quickly, one of them wrapped around Malik's own weeping prick, eliciting a surprised yelp, while the other one grabbed his friend's hips, intensifying the friction between the two, helping Malik up and down at a even faster pace. "And I want you."
A delicious shiver went down Malik's spine at those huskily spoken words, and he devoted his body and what remained of his sanity to his assassin, pulling up and dropping down harder and faster, the hand around him squeezing, just as his had done some minutes ago, mercilessly driving him to his release...
And with one final thrust, they came—in his frenzy, Malik cried out Altaïr's name over and over again, spilling his seed all over the assassin's unrelenting hand. He arched his back as he felt Altaïr's hot semen splashing all over his tightening channel; yet unlike Malik, the Grand Master remained silent—there was not even a grunt amidst Malik's desperate cries. He simply pressed his forehead against the former dai's heaving chest, breathing in and out deeply.
For a few moments, neither of them knew what to do or what to say. While Malik could only grin, given his triumph over Altaïr's stubbornness, the assassin hugged his friend, no, lover, closer, his face still buried in Malik's clothing.
Then, finally, Altaïr spoke.
"Thank you."
Since Malik knew Altaïr was embarrassed by what they had just done, he decided to simply nod and play with the other one's curly hair, instead of press him on the matter any further. He was glad they had finally breached this invisible barrier between them; and to have heard Altaïr say that he wanted him was more than he could ever have asked for.
"There is no need to thank me, habibi."
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There is also a remastered version on FF.net, without the 'wtf-altairs-hands-are-free' incident! XD It is to be found here: fanfiction(dot)net/s/6728861/1/