Malik paused to shoot a glare up at Altair. "Yes, master," he huffed before he shifted. It was a bit strange, trying to shove his boxers off while stuck in the passenger's seat. In the end, he managed it and kicked them to the floor, along with his shoes. He glanced up at Altair.
The half-Arab teen was smirking at him. "Bigger than I expected," he commented, his gaze focused pointedly down.
"Let me guess, bigger than you," Malik replied, never one to lose his sass, no matter what.
Altair shook his head. "No, smaller than me, but still more than I imagined."
That made Malik blush. The idea of Altair imagining him naked made him squirm, whether with embarrassment or pleasure, he hadn't decided.
"Move your legs," Altair said in a shockingly sweet voice.
Malik easily complied, although he gasped and jerked away when Altair's wet fingers pressed against his entrance.
"You want this to happen, don't you?" Altair asked. When Malik nodded, he continued, "then relax and let it happen."
After a bit more coaxing, Malik allowed Altair to continue. He bit harshly at his lower lip. While he wasn't sure what to expect, he did know that he hadn't expected it to burn as much. Then again, men weren't built to have things pushed into them. It took a lot longer than either of them would have wanted before Altair could actually press a second digit in. Even then, it took a few minutes before he could move them to get Malik properly stretched.
Never enjoying to see Malik in pain, Altair would pause every so often to press gentle, distracting kisses to the other's tense abdomen. He would like at the shivering muscles and nip at the places he had already found to be receptive to his touch.
Finally, finally, he hit the spot that made Malik's back arch and a moan roll off his tongue. Wanting to make sure the other's was ready, he hit the spot a few more times, before pulling his fingers out and his pants off. Jerking his shirt and jacket off, he tossed them into the driver's seat. He paused briefly to fish a condom out of his back pocket. At Malik's questioning gaze, he shrugged.
"Can't have you getting pregnant on me."
That only earned him a slap to the shoulder.
He chuckled softly and carefully unrolled the plastic over his straining member. He knew the condom would make it easier to move and it would keep Malik from getting any sort of weird infection.
Leaning down, he recaptured Malik's lips with his. "This is going to hurt," he whispered, breaking the kiss briefly. After the other's nod, he pressed his hips forward.
It was excruciating for the both of them. Altair's dick was much larger than his fingers and made Malik's body shriek in pain. While Altair had to do everything he possibly could to not thrust into that tight heat. Both pulled in steading breathes as Altair slowly pressed himself inside of Malik. Fully sheathed, he stopped his hips and tangled his hand with Malik's.
"Are you okay?" He breathed, pressing light kisses to Malik's tense face. "Baby, are you okay?" He repeated.
Malik slowly nodded. He forced his body to relax and once he ignored the pain, he found that the feeling of being this full was better than anything he had felt to date. "Move, Altair," he whined. "Please, it's okay."
Unable to resist that voice, he tentatively pulled back and shoved back in.
It was like shock waves hit them both. Malik's mouth dropped open and his back arched. Altair moaned loudly, his head dropping into the other's shoulder. After that, he couldn't stop. Over and over, his hips snapped into the tight heat. Over and over, Malik cried out in pleasure/pain. Neither of them bothered to keep themselves in check, especially Malik. His body was on fire with all the new sensations and he didn't want them to stop.
"Aaa-Altair," he moaned, his voice echoing in the shaking cab. "Fuck! It's so good."
Altair groaned, his hips thrusting forward. His hand tightened around Malik's, while his free one clenched Malik's hip, leaving deep bruises. "You're so tight," he gasped.
Re: Backseat Virgin [11/x]
The half-Arab teen was smirking at him. "Bigger than I expected," he commented, his gaze focused pointedly down.
"Let me guess, bigger than you," Malik replied, never one to lose his sass, no matter what.
Altair shook his head. "No, smaller than me, but still more than I imagined."
That made Malik blush. The idea of Altair imagining him naked made him squirm, whether with embarrassment or pleasure, he hadn't decided.
"Move your legs," Altair said in a shockingly sweet voice.
Malik easily complied, although he gasped and jerked away when Altair's wet fingers pressed against his entrance.
"You want this to happen, don't you?" Altair asked. When Malik nodded, he continued, "then relax and let it happen."
After a bit more coaxing, Malik allowed Altair to continue. He bit harshly at his lower lip. While he wasn't sure what to expect, he did know that he hadn't expected it to burn as much. Then again, men weren't built to have things pushed into them. It took a lot longer than either of them would have wanted before Altair could actually press a second digit in. Even then, it took a few minutes before he could move them to get Malik properly stretched.
Never enjoying to see Malik in pain, Altair would pause every so often to press gentle, distracting kisses to the other's tense abdomen. He would like at the shivering muscles and nip at the places he had already found to be receptive to his touch.
Finally, finally, he hit the spot that made Malik's back arch and a moan roll off his tongue. Wanting to make sure the other's was ready, he hit the spot a few more times, before pulling his fingers out and his pants off. Jerking his shirt and jacket off, he tossed them into the driver's seat. He paused briefly to fish a condom out of his back pocket. At Malik's questioning gaze, he shrugged.
"Can't have you getting pregnant on me."
That only earned him a slap to the shoulder.
He chuckled softly and carefully unrolled the plastic over his straining member. He knew the condom would make it easier to move and it would keep Malik from getting any sort of weird infection.
Leaning down, he recaptured Malik's lips with his. "This is going to hurt," he whispered, breaking the kiss briefly. After the other's nod, he pressed his hips forward.
It was excruciating for the both of them. Altair's dick was much larger than his fingers and made Malik's body shriek in pain. While Altair had to do everything he possibly could to not thrust into that tight heat. Both pulled in steading breathes as Altair slowly pressed himself inside of Malik. Fully sheathed, he stopped his hips and tangled his hand with Malik's.
"Are you okay?" He breathed, pressing light kisses to Malik's tense face. "Baby, are you okay?" He repeated.
Malik slowly nodded. He forced his body to relax and once he ignored the pain, he found that the feeling of being this full was better than anything he had felt to date. "Move, Altair," he whined. "Please, it's okay."
Unable to resist that voice, he tentatively pulled back and shoved back in.
It was like shock waves hit them both. Malik's mouth dropped open and his back arched. Altair moaned loudly, his head dropping into the other's shoulder. After that, he couldn't stop. Over and over, his hips snapped into the tight heat. Over and over, Malik cried out in pleasure/pain. Neither of them bothered to keep themselves in check, especially Malik. His body was on fire with all the new sensations and he didn't want them to stop.
"Aaa-Altair," he moaned, his voice echoing in the shaking cab. "Fuck! It's so good."
Altair groaned, his hips thrusting forward. His hand tightened around Malik's, while his free one clenched Malik's hip, leaving deep bruises. "You're so tight," he gasped.