Someone wrote in [personal profile] asscreedkinkmeme 2011-12-07 08:09 pm (UTC)

Re: FILL: Trust 5b/?

“Fine”, he finally manged to say and knew it was the wrong answer as Altair shook his head and sighed. He watched him taking a small step forward but didn't see the hand coming that hit his ear, making him stumble. The ringing in his ears got louder, his vision became blurred.

Altair took back his position, standing in front of Malik. “How do you feel?”, he asked again and Malik tried to think but it was hard to focus. His cock was aching for some attention, his backside hurt as it was on fire and the slap Altair had just given him added to the dizziness he felt.

He licked his lips as he took a deep breath. “My foot – still hurts and... it tingles a little.”

Altair took one step forward and Malik looked up, his chest almost touching Altair's. His fingers started to tingle too.

“My... I- want to... I want.” Why was it so hard to from the words he wanted to say?

Altair lifted one hand and pushed it flat against his chest.

“What do you want?” Altair's fingers traced invisible lines over his chest down to his ribs. He squirmed as those fingers found a ticklish spot.

What he wanted? He repeated the words in his head, thinking hard as everything else started to get swallowed by fog.

In the past, Altair had done many things to him. He'd hit him, spanked him, tied him in every position he could think of and one time he had tied a small leather string around the base of his cock and kept him from cumming for hours. Altair liked to test him, always wanted to see how far he could go and Malik was just as curious. Truth was he was addicted to Altair's touch, to the feeling of his hands on his body, addicted to the attention he got from him.


“Hurt me”, he whispered and wasn't sure if he really just said that. He felt his dick throbbing with need as waves of heat rushed through his body. Malik starred to the side before his eyes found Altair's gaze again and he starred back at him. “Hurt me”, he repeated, his voice cracking and it almost sounded desperately.

Altair smiled, his fingers squeezing one of his nipples and Malik took a sharp breath of air.

“Please”, he heard himself begging and wondered what was different this time for him to start to beg so early in their game.

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