All he could do was lay there, gasping, sweating and panting as Altair finally withdraw the blade and a flow of blood found its way over his skin to the ground.
Altair eyed him for a few seconds and watched him taking deep breaths as he tried to fight the pain that burnt its way through his body. His hand pressed against Malik's chest just above his heart before he pressed his fingers further down until they hovered over the wound at his ribs. His palm connected with it and he made small circling movements, adding a little pressure to it. Malik groaned and tired to roll onto his side but Altair's other hand hold him in place.
Altair's gaze followed his body like a map until they stopped at his crotch. Altair removed his hand and took a hold of his cock, slicking it with his own blood as he started to stroke the yet soft member. Heat pooled in his lower stomach like liquid metal and slowly spread through his body. Malik closed his eyes to focus on Altair's hand toying with him, shutting out the pain coming from his ribs. Soon his breath hitched and he felt the blood rush through his body down into his cock making the muscle swell. He sighed through his gag as pain and pleasure mixed together. It felt like he was swallowed by something so intense that it was hard to breath through it that all he could really feel was the deep bottomless pit he was falling toward.
“For a moment I feared you were not here with me.” Altair's voice collapsed like a wave over him, drowning everything else with it and left Malik open and vulnerable to his touch.
The other hand that had hold Malik's body in place let go of him and started to move in a similar way over his body as the other one had before. Fingers brushed every curve, trailed over every muscle in such a soft touch that he couldn't help himself but to press himself against that hand, carving more of its feeling. When Altair's fingers touched his wounds Malik hissed but it was only for a brief second. He watched Altair collecting his blood onto his hand before it joined the other one on his cock, but he traveled further down until Malik felt curious fingers pressing at his entrance. The blood had made them slick and it didn't take long before two fingers had entered him all the while Altair never stopped stroking him. His hips moved on their own as Malik pressed down onto those skilful fingers that were already buried to the knuckles within him.
His sighs turned into a long moan as Altair started to move and his fingers pumped in and out of his body leaving him in a state of pure ecstasy as they hit his prostate over and over again. A third finger wriggled its way into his entrance and Malik thought he might die by the sheer pleasure he felt rushing through his body.
The first time he had sex with Altair it had felt strange and foreign to him to have something inside his body, buried deep within him. But now after they had done this so many times he just waited for the bliss that was about to come and he never got disappointed.
“All four, Malik. You're a eager little slut today”, Altair chuckled and Malik opened is eyes in surprise.
He wanted to speak between panting but the gag detained such things and he was pushed backwards over the floor by the force of Altair's fingers pumping in and out of him.
Malik watched him smiling down at him. “Four”, he repeated as if he would have seen the question sprawled upon his face. “It's like you're swallowing me. Do you need it that bad?”, and he almost sounded breathless as he curled his fingers inside of him that sent a bolt of pleasure through Malik and he had to close his eyes at the sheer ecstasy.
Re: FILL: Trust 8a/?
Altair eyed him for a few seconds and watched him taking deep breaths as he tried to fight the pain that burnt its way through his body. His hand pressed against Malik's chest just above his heart before he pressed his fingers further down until they hovered over the wound at his ribs. His palm connected with it and he made small circling movements, adding a little pressure to it. Malik groaned and tired to roll onto his side but Altair's other hand hold him in place.
Altair's gaze followed his body like a map until they stopped at his crotch. Altair removed his hand and took a hold of his cock, slicking it with his own blood as he started to stroke the yet soft member. Heat pooled in his lower stomach like liquid metal and slowly spread through his body. Malik closed his eyes to focus on Altair's hand toying with him, shutting out the pain coming from his ribs. Soon his breath hitched and he felt the blood rush through his body down into his cock making the muscle swell. He sighed through his gag as pain and pleasure mixed together. It felt like he was swallowed by something so intense that it was hard to breath through it that all he could really feel was the deep bottomless pit he was falling toward.
“For a moment I feared you were not here with me.” Altair's voice collapsed like a wave over him, drowning everything else with it and left Malik open and vulnerable to his touch.
The other hand that had hold Malik's body in place let go of him and started to move in a similar way over his body as the other one had before. Fingers brushed every curve, trailed over every muscle in such a soft touch that he couldn't help himself but to press himself against that hand, carving more of its feeling. When Altair's fingers touched his wounds Malik hissed but it was only for a brief second. He watched Altair collecting his blood onto his hand before it joined the other one on his cock, but he traveled further down until Malik felt curious fingers pressing at his entrance. The blood had made them slick and it didn't take long before two fingers had entered him all the while Altair never stopped stroking him. His hips moved on their own as Malik pressed down onto those skilful fingers that were already buried to the knuckles within him.
His sighs turned into a long moan as Altair started to move and his fingers pumped in and out of his body leaving him in a state of pure ecstasy as they hit his prostate over and over again. A third finger wriggled its way into his entrance and Malik thought he might die by the sheer pleasure he felt rushing through his body.
The first time he had sex with Altair it had felt strange and foreign to him to have something inside his body, buried deep within him. But now after they had done this so many times he just waited for the bliss that was about to come and he never got disappointed.
“All four, Malik. You're a eager little slut today”, Altair chuckled and Malik opened is eyes in surprise.
He wanted to speak between panting but the gag detained such things and he was pushed backwards over the floor by the force of Altair's fingers pumping in and out of him.
Malik watched him smiling down at him. “Four”, he repeated as if he would have seen the question sprawled upon his face. “It's like you're swallowing me. Do you need it that bad?”, and he almost sounded breathless as he curled his fingers inside of him that sent a bolt of pleasure through Malik and he had to close his eyes at the sheer ecstasy.