Altair looked down at him and watched all of Malik's muscles went tensed. Sweat had started to from at his brows and Altair leaned down to lick it away. He burrowed his face at the juncture between Malik's throat and shoulder, gasping at the sensation he felt around his own cock. He used his hand next to Malik's head to press himself up again. The same hand slapped Malik hard in the face and another time and a third time and again and again until all Malik could hear was the ringing inside his ears and all he could feel was Altair's dick thrusting in and out of him as he set for a fast speed.
And all of the sudden it stopped and Malik could have cried had it not been for the gag that was still forced between his lips. The pleasure he felt only seconds before faded and he could feel blood dripping down from his nose. He started to whimper and tried to move his hips as Altair hovered perfectly still above him just watching. He pressed his heels against Altair's back to draw him inside of him further but it just wasn't enough. His chest felt like it was on fire by the pain from Altair's finger pressing into his wound spreading through his body and his head felt like it had split open in two halves. Tears were freely running over his cheeks now as he starred up at Altair, desperation and lust whirling within his eyes.
He watched Altair's hand moving and seconds later the gag had come free and Malik's head fell back onto the floor, his own rasping loud in the now silent room.
“Then I say it”, he heard Altair whispering. “Safety and peace, Malik.”
The finger removed itself from his wound and found his way onto his face, tracing the tears that had fallen. He bent down using both his hands next to Malik's head to support himself.
“Tell me”, he demanded and Malik couldn't stop the words that started to find their way over his lips.
“I hate you”, he whispered hoarsely. “I hate you for how you make me feel, for what you make me feel. All the time I'm confused and it is because of you!” He spit out blood and not all of it hit the floor next to him but dripped over his chin down to his chest. His eyes found Altair's and he hold his gaze. He wanted to hold the words inside of him but his tongue got loose and his lips started to move on their own. “I'm scarred – all the time and I don't know what to do. I keeping myself asking questions that I don't know the answer to.”
Altair moved his hips and Malik gasped as his dick hit his prostate in a delicate way. He moaned and bit on his lips. “I can't – I can't forget the past and when I wake at night screaming I can't remember anything of the dreams but my arm's hurting. It still hurts and every time I look into your face I know it's because of you.”
He felt Altair slowly to move again and he groaned as the sensation rock through his body and his eyes found Altair's face and it surprised him to see a somewhat hurt expression.
“But when you hold me and when I hear your voice I know the man in front of me is not the same as he was at Solomon's Temple.”
Malik gasped and moaned as Altair started to set a slow and tortures pace that made him all aware of his own arousal. “Make me feel whole again. Hurt me and make me forget. I need you for I fear I might lose myself in our past.”
Altair reached down and cupped his face, his lips meeting his as he kissed him in such a soft way that he almost wasn't sure if they were really kissing. Malik melted into the kiss and the sensation of Altair's lips brushing against his lid a whole new fire inside of him.
“You don't have to hide Malik. Not around me. I'm here, I'm there for you.” And he repeated those last words over and over again as his thrusts became stronger and Malik's gasping between tears became louder.
Re: FILL: Trust 8c/?
And all of the sudden it stopped and Malik could have cried had it not been for the gag that was still forced between his lips. The pleasure he felt only seconds before faded and he could feel blood dripping down from his nose. He started to whimper and tried to move his hips as Altair hovered perfectly still above him just watching. He pressed his heels against Altair's back to draw him inside of him further but it just wasn't enough. His chest felt like it was on fire by the pain from Altair's finger pressing into his wound spreading through his body and his head felt like it had split open in two halves. Tears were freely running over his cheeks now as he starred up at Altair, desperation and lust whirling within his eyes.
He watched Altair's hand moving and seconds later the gag had come free and Malik's head fell back onto the floor, his own rasping loud in the now silent room.
“Then I say it”, he heard Altair whispering. “Safety and peace, Malik.”
The finger removed itself from his wound and found his way onto his face, tracing the tears that had fallen. He bent down using both his hands next to Malik's head to support himself.
“Tell me”, he demanded and Malik couldn't stop the words that started to find their way over his lips.
“I hate you”, he whispered hoarsely. “I hate you for how you make me feel, for what you make me feel. All the time I'm confused and it is because of you!” He spit out blood and not all of it hit the floor next to him but dripped over his chin down to his chest. His eyes found Altair's and he hold his gaze. He wanted to hold the words inside of him but his tongue got loose and his lips started to move on their own. “I'm scarred – all the time and I don't know what to do. I keeping myself asking questions that I don't know the answer to.”
Altair moved his hips and Malik gasped as his dick hit his prostate in a delicate way. He moaned and bit on his lips. “I can't – I can't forget the past and when I wake at night screaming I can't remember anything of the dreams but my arm's hurting. It still hurts and every time I look into your face I know it's because of you.”
He felt Altair slowly to move again and he groaned as the sensation rock through his body and his eyes found Altair's face and it surprised him to see a somewhat hurt expression.
“But when you hold me and when I hear your voice I know the man in front of me is not the same as he was at Solomon's Temple.”
Malik gasped and moaned as Altair started to set a slow and tortures pace that made him all aware of his own arousal. “Make me feel whole again. Hurt me and make me forget. I need you for I fear I might lose myself in our past.”
Altair reached down and cupped his face, his lips meeting his as he kissed him in such a soft way that he almost wasn't sure if they were really kissing. Malik melted into the kiss and the sensation of Altair's lips brushing against his lid a whole new fire inside of him.
“You don't have to hide Malik. Not around me. I'm here, I'm there for you.” And he repeated those last words over and over again as his thrusts became stronger and Malik's gasping between tears became louder.