He felt Altair moving until he could feel the man's breath upon his face. Altair pressed against him, his hips touching his and one hand wrapped around his cock, stroking as gently as if his touch was that of a ghost. Malik leaned into him, seeking more of the small friction.
Altair took him into an one-armed embrace, his hand spread flat against his back right beneath his bound arm while the other continued with its movement.
“Is this what you want?”, he whispered into Malik's ear and Malik felt goosebumps rising over his arm. His tongue felt thick with lust as he slowly parted his lips, wetting them and he only dared to nod, not trusting his own voice.
The hand on his back moved and the impact of Altair's flat hand on his buttocks forced him more into the embrace. He a soft gasp crawled its way out of his throat and he leaned his forehead onto Altair's shoulder. The hand around his cock tightened its grip as Altair slowly started to jerk him off. Again Altair slapped his backside and a third and a fourth time, before he drew his nails over the reddening skin, kneading it and hit him again and again.
The spanking became stronger with each strike and even if Malik had tried he couldn't keep up and count them but soon found himself moaning into Altair's shoulder, pushing himself deeper into the hand that was playing his cock in such a wonderful way. The skin of his ass felt hot and now and then, Altair would stop again to pinch or scratch him before he continued with the spanking.
A tight, hot knot started to build inside is lower stomach and Malik knew he was close, so very close to cum. But as his breathing started to get erratic and his legs threatened to give away, Altair withdraw his hand.
Instead he leaned close, brushing his lips over Malik's temple and down to his jar, before his tongue moved over his throat to his ear and back again, leaving a wet trail behind, all the while never stopping with the spanking. The hits were forceful now, pushing Malik more into Altair's body with every hit and he was sure they didn't only hurt him, but also Altair's hand. The sound of Altair's flat hand meeting the skin of Malik's backside over and over again echoed load within the small room and Malik cried out softly,groaning with each impact.
His legs were trembling now and he wished his arm wasn't bound behind his back because he needed to hold on to something desperately. He felt dizzy, his breathing far to shallow for his own liking as the blood whooshed loudly in his own ears.
One last, hard slap was given before Altair stopped. Both of his arms encircled Malik.
“Should I stop Malik?”, Altair whispered, and Malik thought he could have come just then and there by the way how Altair spoke his name, how each letter rolled over his tongue.
His backside stung terribly, but he shook his head. “No”, he croaked, surprised that he was able to form the word at all. Altair stepped away and it took all of Malik's willpower to not fall over.
“Open your eyes”, he was told and Malik slowly did, his gaze unfocused as he had the feeling of just waking up. Altair stood in front of him, the look on his face almost gentle. His eyes scanned Altair's body. He was fully clothed except for his white robes and it made Malik all the way more clear who was in charge now. He swallowed, his throat suddenly very dry. Through the fabric of Altair's pants Malik could clearly see his arousal. His shoulders were broad, his stomach flat and Malik wanted nothing more than to ran his hands over those muscled arms.
“Tell me how you feel.”
Malik blinked, looking dumfounded at Altair.
“Do I need to repeat myself?”, Altair asked as one elegant eyebrow rose and he crossed his arms over his chest.
Malik shook his head, not really sure if he understood correctly. There was a ringing in his ears and the loud flow of his blood made it difficult for him to listen – everything felt out of place.
He opened his mouth, “I-” and shook his head again, before his eyes focused on Altair, his pupils dilated.
Re: FILL: Trust 5a/?
Altair took him into an one-armed embrace, his hand spread flat against his back right beneath his bound arm while the other continued with its movement.
“Is this what you want?”, he whispered into Malik's ear and Malik felt goosebumps rising over his arm. His tongue felt thick with lust as he slowly parted his lips, wetting them and he only dared to nod, not trusting his own voice.
The hand on his back moved and the impact of Altair's flat hand on his buttocks forced him more into the embrace. He a soft gasp crawled its way out of his throat and he leaned his forehead onto Altair's shoulder. The hand around his cock tightened its grip as Altair slowly started to jerk him off. Again Altair slapped his backside and a third and a fourth time, before he drew his nails over the reddening skin, kneading it and hit him again and again.
The spanking became stronger with each strike and even if Malik had tried he couldn't keep up and count them but soon found himself moaning into Altair's shoulder, pushing himself deeper into the hand that was playing his cock in such a wonderful way. The skin of his ass felt hot and now and then, Altair would stop again to pinch or scratch him before he continued with the spanking.
A tight, hot knot started to build inside is lower stomach and Malik knew he was close, so very close to cum. But as his breathing started to get erratic and his legs threatened to give away, Altair withdraw his hand.
Instead he leaned close, brushing his lips over Malik's temple and down to his jar, before his tongue moved over his throat to his ear and back again, leaving a wet trail behind, all the while never stopping with the spanking. The hits were forceful now, pushing Malik more into Altair's body with every hit and he was sure they didn't only hurt him, but also Altair's hand. The sound of Altair's flat hand meeting the skin of Malik's backside over and over again echoed load within the small room and Malik cried out softly,groaning with each impact.
His legs were trembling now and he wished his arm wasn't bound behind his back because he needed to hold on to something desperately. He felt dizzy, his breathing far to shallow for his own liking as the blood whooshed loudly in his own ears.
One last, hard slap was given before Altair stopped. Both of his arms encircled Malik.
“Should I stop Malik?”, Altair whispered, and Malik thought he could have come just then and there by the way how Altair spoke his name, how each letter rolled over his tongue.
His backside stung terribly, but he shook his head. “No”, he croaked, surprised that he was able to form the word at all. Altair stepped away and it took all of Malik's willpower to not fall over.
“Open your eyes”, he was told and Malik slowly did, his gaze unfocused as he had the feeling of just waking up. Altair stood in front of him, the look on his face almost gentle. His eyes scanned Altair's body. He was fully clothed except for his white robes and it made Malik all the way more clear who was in charge now. He swallowed, his throat suddenly very dry. Through the fabric of Altair's pants Malik could clearly see his arousal. His shoulders were broad, his stomach flat and Malik wanted nothing more than to ran his hands over those muscled arms.
“Tell me how you feel.”
Malik blinked, looking dumfounded at Altair.
“Do I need to repeat myself?”, Altair asked as one elegant eyebrow rose and he crossed his arms over his chest.
Malik shook his head, not really sure if he understood correctly. There was a ringing in his ears and the loud flow of his blood made it difficult for him to listen – everything felt out of place.
He opened his mouth, “I-” and shook his head again, before his eyes focused on Altair, his pupils dilated.