Malik couldn't take much more. His body was being quickly over run with too many new feelings and it didn't know what to do with it all.
"A-altair, please, I'm so close," he whined, his hips now matching, thrust for thrust.
"M-me too," Altair ground out.
A second later, Malik's back bowed completely and his mouth dropped in a loud scream of climax. His essence shot over both their stomachs while his muscles clenched down around Altair.
Not able to take the new pressure, Altair quickly followed Malik into oblivion, his hips jerking to a halt.
For a long minute, the two remained poised like that. Then, finally, Malik dropped back against the chair, chest heaving and muscles protesting. A grunt of pain escaped him, when Altair slipped out.
Altair took a second to remove the ruined condom. He opened the window and tossed it outside, not caring how the surrounding wildlife felt about it. Closing the window, he shifted to sit where the center console normally was. He glanced over at Malik.
The Arab teen was truly a site to behold. His legs were still spread, slightly. Arched over the chair, he revealed taut muscles and a graceful body he normally kept hidden from the world. It was his half-lidded, flushed expression that made Altair want to do it all over again.
"Holy fuck, Malik," he breathed. "That was the most amazing thing I've ever done."
Malik chuckled, a lazy sort of smirk pulling over his features. "Sometimes I do good work, Alty" He said, using Altair's childhood nickname.
Altair laughed slightly. "Sometimes you do, Mal-mal."
---
The pair lay prone in the truck for nearly a full hour before they decided they should move. The only reason they came to that decision was other cars had started to pull up in the parking lot. Some of those cars they recognized from school. Not wanting to be the source of rumors, the two quickly threw on their clothes and Altair started the car.
"Want me to take you home?" Altair asked, looking over his shoulder to back out.
"Yea, I think so," Malik whispered. His throat was raw from all his exclamations of pleasure. "Can you fix my chair first?" He asked
"I don't think so. I think you look good like that," Altair replied, not even glancing at him.
After a punch to the shoulder, his seat was righted and they were on their way back to Malik's house.
When they arrived, Malik realized he had a bit of a problem. He had shoved his door open but when he moved to get out a spike of pain shot up his spine. It made him groan. The sound made Altair glance back in concern.
"You okay?" He asked, moving around the car to Malik's side in an instant. "Do you need help?"
"I'm not your wounded girlfriend," Malik snapped, annoyed that he might have to ask for help.
"No, just my wounded boyfriend."
Malik's head snapped up. He stared at Altair for so long it made the other uncomfortable.
"Isn't that what we are now?" Altair asked, looking nervous.
Malik's mouth opened and closed multiple times. Finally, he nodded. "I suppose so," he mumbled.
"Good!" Altair instantly brightened up. "Then let me help you."
Begrudgingly, he allowed Altair to help him out of the truck and toward the front door. Before he could do anything, the door was ripped open. Kadar stood in the threshold, smirking brilliantly at them.
He looked Malik up and down, taking in his bedraggled state and pronounced limp before he looked at Altair. The man's wide smile told him more than anything. He stepped back to allow the new couple inside. Still watching them, his smug colored eyes tracked them to the living room couch. Once they were settled he closed the door behind him .
"Enjoy yourself, Mal-mal?" He asked
Malik only groaned and flopped over on the couch.
"Thank you for making my brother a man," he said. "Would you like a congratulatory drink?"
This earned him a pillow to the gut from Malik and a loud burst of laughter from Altair.
Re: Backseat Virgin [12/12]
"A-altair, please, I'm so close," he whined, his hips now matching, thrust for thrust.
"M-me too," Altair ground out.
A second later, Malik's back bowed completely and his mouth dropped in a loud scream of climax. His essence shot over both their stomachs while his muscles clenched down around Altair.
Not able to take the new pressure, Altair quickly followed Malik into oblivion, his hips jerking to a halt.
For a long minute, the two remained poised like that. Then, finally, Malik dropped back against the chair, chest heaving and muscles protesting. A grunt of pain escaped him, when Altair slipped out.
Altair took a second to remove the ruined condom. He opened the window and tossed it outside, not caring how the surrounding wildlife felt about it. Closing the window, he shifted to sit where the center console normally was. He glanced over at Malik.
The Arab teen was truly a site to behold. His legs were still spread, slightly. Arched over the chair, he revealed taut muscles and a graceful body he normally kept hidden from the world. It was his half-lidded, flushed expression that made Altair want to do it all over again.
"Holy fuck, Malik," he breathed. "That was the most amazing thing I've ever done."
Malik chuckled, a lazy sort of smirk pulling over his features. "Sometimes I do good work, Alty" He said, using Altair's childhood nickname.
Altair laughed slightly. "Sometimes you do, Mal-mal."
---
The pair lay prone in the truck for nearly a full hour before they decided they should move. The only reason they came to that decision was other cars had started to pull up in the parking lot. Some of those cars they recognized from school. Not wanting to be the source of rumors, the two quickly threw on their clothes and Altair started the car.
"Want me to take you home?" Altair asked, looking over his shoulder to back out.
"Yea, I think so," Malik whispered. His throat was raw from all his exclamations of pleasure. "Can you fix my chair first?" He asked
"I don't think so. I think you look good like that," Altair replied, not even glancing at him.
After a punch to the shoulder, his seat was righted and they were on their way back to Malik's house.
When they arrived, Malik realized he had a bit of a problem. He had shoved his door open but when he moved to get out a spike of pain shot up his spine. It made him groan. The sound made Altair glance back in concern.
"You okay?" He asked, moving around the car to Malik's side in an instant. "Do you need help?"
"I'm not your wounded girlfriend," Malik snapped, annoyed that he might have to ask for help.
"No, just my wounded boyfriend."
Malik's head snapped up. He stared at Altair for so long it made the other uncomfortable.
"Isn't that what we are now?" Altair asked, looking nervous.
Malik's mouth opened and closed multiple times. Finally, he nodded. "I suppose so," he mumbled.
"Good!" Altair instantly brightened up. "Then let me help you."
Begrudgingly, he allowed Altair to help him out of the truck and toward the front door. Before he could do anything, the door was ripped open. Kadar stood in the threshold, smirking brilliantly at them.
He looked Malik up and down, taking in his bedraggled state and pronounced limp before he looked at Altair. The man's wide smile told him more than anything. He stepped back to allow the new couple inside. Still watching them, his smug colored eyes tracked them to the living room couch. Once they were settled he closed the door behind him .
"Enjoy yourself, Mal-mal?" He asked
Malik only groaned and flopped over on the couch.
"Thank you for making my brother a man," he said. "Would you like a congratulatory drink?"
This earned him a pillow to the gut from Malik and a loud burst of laughter from Altair.