Altair's coming out a lot meaner than I expected. I hope OP doesn't mind. D:
"You haven't been listening to me lately, Malik," Altair said, his breath ghosting over the other's skin and making him shiver. "I've been trying so hard to fix the Brotherhood and you're only ruining my power."
His hands moved down Malik's robes, unlacing them and shoving them away as he did so. In only a matter of minutes, he had Malik completely undressed in his lap. The man could barely protest. The cool air felt wonderful on his heated skin and Altair's expirenced fingers only made him arch with pleasure. His frazzled mind couldn't quite understand why he wasn't sitting in the chair normally; why his back was to the door and he was facing Altair, instead of facing the other way.
"You must learn what you've done wrong," Altair whispered.
One hand moved around Malik's back. It pressed against his exposed backside, making Malik jerk and press against his chest, away from the intrusion.
"Ah, ah," Altair chided. "You've broken the rules and must be punished for them."
For the life of him, Malik couldn't find a single reason to disagree. Still, his body tensed when two fingers were suddenly shoved inside of him. His body protest, not wanting the dry digits to be enacting such harsh treatment.
"Altair, that hurts," he whined, trying to pull away. He now had a reason to disagree.
Instead of removing his hand, Altair only pressed them further. His other hand shot up and gripped Malik's chin in a bruising hold.
"You must be taught a lesson," he replied, smoothly.
He started to thrust his fingers in and out. The motions becoming faster and harsher and Malik's body slowly accepted him. There was no pleasure to be pulled from this. He was teaching Malik a lesson for disobeying him. The Brotherhood could not be ran without order and with this punishment he was setting that order back into place.
"A-altair," Malik groaned, his face tight with pain. His mind was still spinning and part of him was trying it's damnedest to refocus.
"Shush," Altair snapped. He pulled out his fingers. "Pull open my robes."
With a shaking hand, Malik reached down and started to untie Altair's pants. Finally, he managed to get them free and tugged them down slightly. Altair's straining member was waiting for him. Malik glanced up at Altair was glazed eyes.
"Put it inside you," Altair commanded.
Malik leaned forward. He still couldn't come up with a logical reason to say no. Altair's voice was just so enticing. Resting slightly against Altair, he reached down and carefully aligned Altair's cock with his entrance. Carefully, he started to press down.
But it wasn't fast enough for Altair. In a sharp motion, he gripped Malik's hips and slammed him down, completely burying himself inside the other male.
Malik's mouth dropped open in shock and pain. He bit his lower lip, suppressing the tight moan.
"Move, Malik," Altair whispered, his hands tightening around Malik's hips.
Re: Learning the Rules [2/3]
"You haven't been listening to me lately, Malik," Altair said, his breath ghosting over the other's skin and making him shiver. "I've been trying so hard to fix the Brotherhood and you're only ruining my power."
His hands moved down Malik's robes, unlacing them and shoving them away as he did so. In only a matter of minutes, he had Malik completely undressed in his lap. The man could barely protest. The cool air felt wonderful on his heated skin and Altair's expirenced fingers only made him arch with pleasure. His frazzled mind couldn't quite understand why he wasn't sitting in the chair normally; why his back was to the door and he was facing Altair, instead of facing the other way.
"You must learn what you've done wrong," Altair whispered.
One hand moved around Malik's back. It pressed against his exposed backside, making Malik jerk and press against his chest, away from the intrusion.
"Ah, ah," Altair chided. "You've broken the rules and must be punished for them."
For the life of him, Malik couldn't find a single reason to disagree. Still, his body tensed when two fingers were suddenly shoved inside of him. His body protest, not wanting the dry digits to be enacting such harsh treatment.
"Altair, that hurts," he whined, trying to pull away. He now had a reason to disagree.
Instead of removing his hand, Altair only pressed them further. His other hand shot up and gripped Malik's chin in a bruising hold.
"You must be taught a lesson," he replied, smoothly.
He started to thrust his fingers in and out. The motions becoming faster and harsher and Malik's body slowly accepted him. There was no pleasure to be pulled from this. He was teaching Malik a lesson for disobeying him. The Brotherhood could not be ran without order and with this punishment he was setting that order back into place.
"A-altair," Malik groaned, his face tight with pain. His mind was still spinning and part of him was trying it's damnedest to refocus.
"Shush," Altair snapped. He pulled out his fingers. "Pull open my robes."
With a shaking hand, Malik reached down and started to untie Altair's pants. Finally, he managed to get them free and tugged them down slightly. Altair's straining member was waiting for him. Malik glanced up at Altair was glazed eyes.
"Put it inside you," Altair commanded.
Malik leaned forward. He still couldn't come up with a logical reason to say no. Altair's voice was just so enticing. Resting slightly against Altair, he reached down and carefully aligned Altair's cock with his entrance. Carefully, he started to press down.
But it wasn't fast enough for Altair. In a sharp motion, he gripped Malik's hips and slammed him down, completely burying himself inside the other male.
Malik's mouth dropped open in shock and pain. He bit his lower lip, suppressing the tight moan.
"Move, Malik," Altair whispered, his hands tightening around Malik's hips.