Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2

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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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Make you understand pt 3

[(Anonymous)]

Altaïr threw back his head and hissed in pleasure, causing Malik to grin around his member. Just a little more, maybe then the stubborn assassin would finally give in and stop feeling so guilty; maybe then he would understand that they were destined for each other and that Altaïr’s every single sin was long forgiven already.

He pulled back with a wet pop, a trail of saliva sticking to his chin, and looked up at Altaïr expectantly. “Is this enough? Do you understand now?”

There was an audible swallow, then silence safe for Altaïr’s erratic breathing. It was clear that the man was desperately trying to regain his mind and that at the same time, he wanted more of this, more of Malik, so he simply stated “No,” in a hoarse whisper, moistening his lips with a sensual lick.

Malik’s brows knitted together in thought at that. There was only one more option left…

Standing, he slowly unbuttoned his robes, anticipating the slight tingling in his belly while Altaïr watched, mesmerized, cheeks flushed and a leaking cock standing so proud in expectation. The rustle of fabric when Malik climbed onto he other one’s legs was noisy in contrast to the silence that stood between the two.

A grin appeared on Malik’s face as they locked eyes for a short moment, and he stroked Altaïr’s swollen member a few more times. The assassin gave a strangled moan, glancing to the side, shame apparent on his features.

Slowly, Malik lifted himself up, carefully positioning the heated appendage at his entrance, breathing labored as he did so. It took him a great deal of self-control, but he managed to stay in this position long enough to command the other to look at him, his voice nothing more than a shaky whisper.

And then, as Malik let the head of the cock slip into him at a torturously slow pace, Altaïr watched, his intense gaze burning, consuming, and so many emotions flickered in those hazel eyes—lust, surprise, disgust, disbelief…

A cry left the former dai’s lips when he impaled himself on Altaïr, the member almost too much for his puckered and tight ring of muscles, yet he pushed on nevertheless, wanting to feel more of the sweet burn, wanting to fill out the hollow in his soul he had been suffering from so long already.

Among his hisses of pain sounded groans of pleasure, and for a moment, Malik wasn’t sure if they were his or Altaïr’s, but it didn’t matter, because the stubborn and deadly and exciting assassin was finally within him, something he had yearned for so long, and even though every move hurt and stung, he gripped Altaïr’s shoulder, straightening himself up; the lips he didn’t know he had been biting on were numb, yet he didn’t care as he pressed them against the other’s mouth, licking it, tongue invading it, and all the while he lifted his ass steadily back up again, enjoying the stinging burn that crept up his spine, feeling and hearing Altaïr moaning against his skin, and suddenly there were teeth at his throat, biting, teasing the flesh…

“Khara,” Malik cursed, overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensation, tilting his head to the side to give the master assassin better access to his neck. Only the head of the cock was still inside of him, and with a masochistic smirk, he slammed his hips down, into Altaïr's lap, releasing a moan of depravity, his fingers clawing needily at those strong shoulders.

"Yes, Malik, ahh..." Altaïr groaned, taking in the sight of his enraptured right hand, eyes glossy with want, and Malik knew that the other one was suffering so sweetly, and that realization was finally dawning on him.

"Say it," the former dai rasped out, quickening his pace, piercing the assassin with an imperious stare. To emphasize his point, his hand roughly shook the shoulder it was lying on. "Come on, say it! Say that you are forgiven and that you want me!"
His hips worked up and down furiously, completely driven by instinct and quite frankly, Malik hadn't thought this act to be so intoxicating. His sight was already clouded, his robes clinging to his sweaty skin...

Re: Make you understand pt 3

[(Anonymous)]

Anon, this is so hot!

Re: Make you understand pt 3

[(Anonymous)]

This...THIS. Oh my God anon, I hope you continue soon because you don't know how hot is this. <3

Re: Make you understand pt 3

[(Anonymous)]

oh god writeranon... this is so hot.

Re: Make you understand pt 3

[(Anonymous)]

OMG OP ANON IS SO PLEASED.

I love you. UNF.