Bringing himself back to reality, Malik pushed Altair away. He sat up slightly and hurriedly removed his shirt. Tossing it behind him, he looked back up at Altair, once more that hesitancy crossed his features. He was silently waiting for Altair's judgment.
As soon as the clothing was removed, Altair's gaze snapped over to the large scar crossing Malik's left arm. He remembered the day he had gotten it. That scar was the reason he had given Robert de Sable a matching one. Not wanting Malik to feel insecure about it, he leaned down and gently licked at the raised scar tissue.
Malik shuddered and fell back. The scar had always been particularly sensitive, it wasn't until now that he realized how sensitive.
"Absolutely beautiful," Altair whispered. He moved to continue his attentions on Malik's chest. His hands traced circles into the other male's flesh, although, they were itching to dip much lower.
"Don't be so cute," Malik panted, his eyes closed in bliss.
Altair chuckled, his lips brushing for a pert nipple and making Malik squirm. "I'm not being cute, you are," he replied, which earned him a frustrated growl and a punch to his arm. "Alright, alright. I'll keep compliments to a minimum."
As per his agreement, he continued the awkward process of kissing down Malik's body while stuck in the confined space of his truck. Finally, he had to pause to shove the center console up, giving both male's more room. He shifted slightly to steady himself and restarted his nipping down Malik's stomach to the hem of those god-forsaken pants. He reached up to unbutton them.
That was when Malik's hand shot forward to stop him. "W-wait," he breathed. "Are you sure?" He asked, his brown eyes wide with fear of the unknown.
"As sure as I'll ever be," Altair replied. He kissed Malik's knuckles before shoving his hand away.
He unbutton the jeans and shoved them down. He was greeted with a pair of tight black briefs, straining over a steadily growing erection. He was unable to stop the smirk that pulled at his mouth.
"Enjoying yourself?" He asked, glancing up at Malik's flushed face, which only darkened in response.
Chuckling, he shifted again to rub a hand over the tight fabric. He was instantly rewarded with a moan. Wanting more of those sounds, he continued to rub and press. After less than a minute of attention, Malik was writhing, his hips jerking up into Altair's hand.
"I want to fuck you so bad," Altair groaned, more than turned on by the wanton Arab below him.
That made Malik groan loudly. He bit his lower lip and tilted up on his arms. Even if he couldn't agree more, he wasn't exactly sure how to go about it.
"H-how?" He asked.
Altair shifted back between his legs. Now that the center console was removed, Malik could easily spread his legs without discomfort. The half-Arab teen smiled slyly at him. "Ezio told me how. Just trust me, okay?"
Malik slowly nodded. Somehow, he didn't doubt that Ezio had explained the process. However, his stomach was slowly forming knots. He had never done anything like this before, hadn't even imagined doing such a thing. But, he knew that he wanted it and if he didn't get it he was going to be less than his cheery self come Monday.
"It might hurt so, I'm going to prepare you," Altair explained, lifting a hand to his mouth.
Malik arched an eyebrow at him. Only receiving a wink, he watched as Altair lewdly sucked on two of his own digits. His tongue swirled out teasingly, coating his fingers evenly. Not once did his gaze leave Malik's.
"Remove those," Altair commanded, pointing at Malik's black briefs.
Re: Backseat Virgin [10/x]
As soon as the clothing was removed, Altair's gaze snapped over to the large scar crossing Malik's left arm. He remembered the day he had gotten it. That scar was the reason he had given Robert de Sable a matching one. Not wanting Malik to feel insecure about it, he leaned down and gently licked at the raised scar tissue.
Malik shuddered and fell back. The scar had always been particularly sensitive, it wasn't until now that he realized how sensitive.
"Absolutely beautiful," Altair whispered. He moved to continue his attentions on Malik's chest. His hands traced circles into the other male's flesh, although, they were itching to dip much lower.
"Don't be so cute," Malik panted, his eyes closed in bliss.
Altair chuckled, his lips brushing for a pert nipple and making Malik squirm. "I'm not being cute, you are," he replied, which earned him a frustrated growl and a punch to his arm. "Alright, alright. I'll keep compliments to a minimum."
As per his agreement, he continued the awkward process of kissing down Malik's body while stuck in the confined space of his truck. Finally, he had to pause to shove the center console up, giving both male's more room. He shifted slightly to steady himself and restarted his nipping down Malik's stomach to the hem of those god-forsaken pants. He reached up to unbutton them.
That was when Malik's hand shot forward to stop him. "W-wait," he breathed. "Are you sure?" He asked, his brown eyes wide with fear of the unknown.
"As sure as I'll ever be," Altair replied. He kissed Malik's knuckles before shoving his hand away.
He unbutton the jeans and shoved them down. He was greeted with a pair of tight black briefs, straining over a steadily growing erection. He was unable to stop the smirk that pulled at his mouth.
"Enjoying yourself?" He asked, glancing up at Malik's flushed face, which only darkened in response.
Chuckling, he shifted again to rub a hand over the tight fabric. He was instantly rewarded with a moan. Wanting more of those sounds, he continued to rub and press. After less than a minute of attention, Malik was writhing, his hips jerking up into Altair's hand.
"I want to fuck you so bad," Altair groaned, more than turned on by the wanton Arab below him.
That made Malik groan loudly. He bit his lower lip and tilted up on his arms. Even if he couldn't agree more, he wasn't exactly sure how to go about it.
"H-how?" He asked.
Altair shifted back between his legs. Now that the center console was removed, Malik could easily spread his legs without discomfort. The half-Arab teen smiled slyly at him. "Ezio told me how. Just trust me, okay?"
Malik slowly nodded. Somehow, he didn't doubt that Ezio had explained the process. However, his stomach was slowly forming knots. He had never done anything like this before, hadn't even imagined doing such a thing. But, he knew that he wanted it and if he didn't get it he was going to be less than his cheery self come Monday.
"It might hurt so, I'm going to prepare you," Altair explained, lifting a hand to his mouth.
Malik arched an eyebrow at him. Only receiving a wink, he watched as Altair lewdly sucked on two of his own digits. His tongue swirled out teasingly, coating his fingers evenly. Not once did his gaze leave Malik's.
"Remove those," Altair commanded, pointing at Malik's black briefs.