Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2

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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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∆ Comment anonymously with a character/pairing and a kink/prompt.

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∆ One request per post, but fill the request as much as you want.

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Part 1
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Part 4
Part 5
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Re: Warmth (6/?)

[(Anonymous)]

“I don’t mind,” he said thinking about only his words and not their closeness or the warm feeling of Malik against him. “You give them back when you go to bed anyways,” he shrugged and oh shit Malik’s arms were around his waist as he shifted to get into what could be a more comfortable position on Altair’s lap. His breath hitched in his throat uncomfortably when Malik did that.

“Still,” Malik said totally unaware of what he was doing to him. “Not like I wouldn’t give them to you.”

“It’s fine, really,” he tried to think about something else. Anything else really, just so he could try to ignore Malik. He didn’t realize his voice sounded strained.

“Are you okay Altair?” Malik looked down at him with his big dark eyes.

“Fine,” he said stiffly.

“You sound funny,” and Altair had to keep his composure when Malik shifted his legs around so they were sort of around Altair’s waist. The motion went right to that hot spot between Altair’s legs. Some of the strain must have shown on his face when he realized with horror what was going on down there. “Altair?”

“I’m fine Malik, really, it’s nothing,” he blathered. Why did Malik have to sit on his lap and be so warm? Really it wasn’t very fair.

His dark brows fell over his eyes, it was the look he got when he knew Altair was lying to him. It was really hard for Altair to lie to Malik since he could see through them like they were glass. “You can tell me,” he said and wiggled across Altair’s lap dragging one of the blankets around Altair’s shoulders. A very incriminating sound escaped Altair’s closed mouth, the sensation going strait to his crotch. He swallowed back whatever was suddenly in his throat when Malik looked at him curiously as if trying to figure something out. He was determined not to make another noise though since that one had been humiliating enough.

He really just wanted to shove Malik off and leave the room till he’d calmed down enough to be around him. But Malik was warm and he knew that outside the blankets it was cold and Altair was really tired of being cold all the time, especially after that one exersise out in the snow.

Malik leaned back as if to see him better giving him a look, Altair was looking away, anywhere just not at Malik. But he could feel Malik’s eyes scouring him trying to figure him out like he was one of the puzzles he liked to play. He bit his lower lip against the noise that threatened to burst out of his throat when Malik shifted against him again this time it almost seemed deliberate. Altair was going to kill Malik, he swore to Allah he was going to kill him. Then Malik did it again and Altair knew that that time it definitely was deliberate. His cheeks burned and he looked over at Malik finally a little surprised to see Malik looked flushed.

They didn’t say anything. What was there even to say? Altair was freakishly aware of the growing hardness in his pants and to his shock, horror and total delight when Malik rocked his hips against him he could feel something very similar. Okay, maybe he wasn’t going to murder Malik, but only just since now he had an entirely new distraction to keep himself occupied, one of his arms going around Malik’s waist as he rolled his own hips upward. A shiver rolled down his spine at the half grunt half moan that fell from Malik’s lips. It was okay, he wasn’t the only one who wanted this.

A hand found it’s way to his throat before clasping behind his neck, nervous lips followed. Neither of them had kissed anyone before despite flirting with girls so it was strange at first and a little awkward and messy before they broke away. Altair wasn’t the only one breathing heavy and once again pushed his hips up against Malik with a soft groan the pressure building up under the cloth of his pants becoming almost painful. They fumbled against each other, hands searching, both trying to remember how to work draw strings without having to look. A moan spilled out of Altair’s mouth when Malik’s fingers finally tore the knot of his pants free and his hand slid down, his warm fingers sliding along his length. His hips bucked into Malik’s hand wantonly, desperate for a firmer touch.

Re: Warmth (7a/7)

[(Anonymous)]

Malik shifted across his lap and Altair glanced down, away from him, and saw Malik’s other hand down his own pants touching himself as he did the same to Altair. A strange annoyance surged up from Altair’s stomach and he pushed Malik’s hand away. A wonderfully soft needy sound came out of Malik’s throat when Altair touched him and pulled him out of his pants his fingers firm around his hard member though still gentle to coax out more of those noises Malik made. “A-Altair,” the tone went right to his cock and he shivered all over when Malik said his name. Malik’s breath came in pants against his face and neck one hand once more around his neck lips a few inches to the side of his mouth. His hips moved against him and the hand around his cock tightened slightly as it moved up and down along his length.

Altair was sure he was about to die, because the pressure just kept building and his entire body felt heavy but boneless. He just wanted to melt against Malik and into his heat. He settled for leaning against him wanting release that he could feel was at the very edge of this near mind numbing sensation of Malik touching him. It was Malik who came first though, his hand stopping its motion as he squeezed Altair’s back tightly a loud satisfied moan coming from his lips, hips shuttering forward as a sticky warm mess covered Altair’s fingers. He just sat in Altair’s lap, gasping against his neck for a few moments before Altair gave a soft whine of need to remind him he still was here.

Taking a breath Malik’s hand began to work again, faster than before as if now he could focus properly on the motion of his hand and Altair was a mess in his capable fingers shortly after. White exploded across Altair’s vision for a heart beat and he moaned as well burying his face in Malik’s neck as he turned utterly boneless from the pleasure.

They just sat there for a while, trying to catch their breath and figure out what had just happened. Altair almost expected it to be a dream, like the ones he sometimes had that were like what had just happened, only totally different. He rolled his shoulders forward when he felt Malik’s lips on his neck, teeth gently worrying over the curve of his neck and throat. Malik just pushed his own shoulder against Altair’s pushing back and Altair relaxed after a moment. Then Malik’s lips drifted up his neck behind his ear.

“Don’t. Do. That,” he pushed Malik away.

“What?” Malik stared at him, “After all that?”

Re: Warmth (7b/7)

[(Anonymous)]

Red faced and now embarrassed, even more so by what he was about to say, he said, “I’m ticklish,” he said practically to soft to hear.

That had been the really wrong thing to say because Malik got that look in his eye that did not bode well for him. He didn’t do anything now but Altair had the feeling he’d make use of that information at a very unfortunate moment for Altair. At least now he was safe from Malik using those fingers of his to torment him. “We should, ah- clean up,” Malik said awkwardly pushing away the cocoon of blankets and untangling himself from Altair. Altair fought the momentary urge to hold Malik to him as if he’d never get this moment back, but he didn’t and Malik fisted his pants closed and went over to the pitcher of water on the cabinet on the far wall. He poured some of it into a basin before wetting a rag and with his back turned to Altair wiped himself off. With a soft sigh Altair also slid off the bed holding up his pants and copied Malik while his partner tied his bed clothes closed again. The water was icy cold but helped clear his head.

He tensed just a bit when he felt a set of hands on his hips as he tied the draw string of his pants tight. But they weren’t angry hands and tugged lightly at his hips, pulling him away from the wall. Altair found himself once again in Malik’s bed, this time being buried by blankets, his head on the pillow. Malik sat next to him and blew out the lamp before sliding down next to him. It was warm in the bed with Malik and when he reached out to wrap his arm around his waist there was no resistance.

He rest of the winter he slept in Malik’s bed with the warmth of him and their shared blankets. Sometimes it was just sleep and sometimes warm things happened in the dark of a single low lamp light.

-fin-

Re: Warmth (7b/7)

[(Anonymous)]

That was just lovely! I get such a girlboner for the cuddle-for-warmth cliche, and you wrote it perfectly.

OP

[(Anonymous)]

Wow never expected a fill for thiiiisss!! Hhhmm, never enough Altair/Malik <3 thanks for the cute, hot fill writeranon, cuddling is even better than sex.