Training Match [2/2]
anonymous
May 18 2010, 20:39:03 UTC
With a certain amount of horror, Altaïr realizes that he's getting hard from grappling. With Malik. It's an unusual sense of shame that holds him back, trying to keep Malik at a safe distance even as he tries to pin him down, unwilling to accidentally give himself away even for a sure victory. He's pushed onto his back again, crushed between Malik's body and the ground, and for a moment, his rage flares and he forgets to care that he's just given himself away. And then realization hits him, numbing and overpowering and he forgets to breathe, because Malik's erection is pressing into his hip and ohfuckohfuckohfuck.
Malik freezes and stares at him.
Altaïr shifts his hips uncomfortably, and the slight friction sends a tremor of pleasure up his spine. He hears Malik's breath catch in his throat, and suddenly, it's a whole new game. Everything is permitted, he thinks distinctly. He hooks his leg against the other boy's hip and rocks up, and hisses between his teeth at the contact.
"What do you think you're doing?" Malik growls, and he sounds angry but he's licking his lips and swallowing hard.
Altaïr only smirks, dragging Malik closer as he pushes their hips together, rubbing up against him until the other boy responds inadvertently. He bites his lip when Malik's hips roll against his own instinctively, in slow, helpless circles that make him want to moan.
"Is this... how you intend to settle our match?" Malik asks breathlessly, and there's an edge to his voice that sends a jolt through Altaïr.
"Mhm," he manages. Malik is breathing against his ear now, over his jaw, nipping at his skin and grinding harder against him, indulgent and manipulative and fuck. Altaïr hauls the other boy over and they're scuffling again, struggling for dominance, for some semblance of dignity even as they thrust shamelessly against each other. His cock is aching now, straining desperately against his breeches and against Malik. And he's not sure who initiated the kiss, but he's licking and biting at Malik's lips, and he's glad for the contact because this way it's harder to tell who's making which noises.
He can't help but wonder what it would be like to fuck the other boy properly--what it would feel like to be inside Malik, or to have Malik inside him. It's not something either of them are ready for, not yet, but the thought of it is enough to make him shudder and groan into the other's mouth. "Fuck," he breathes between kisses. "Fuck, Malik."
Altaïr is on top, now, their hips jerking together and struggling to keep steady as the pleasure mounts and the anticipation of release flurries around them. He buries his face in Malik's throat, breathing raggedly against the other boy's pulse as he rubs their clothed erections together. "Fuck," he says again, because his lips want to move but he can't think of a single thing to say.
Malik seems to be similarly incapacitated, his voice reduced to quiet gasps and sighs. He tosses his head back as he comes, releasing a low noise that nearly sends the other boy over the edge with him.
Altaïr feels Malik spasm beneath him and keeps moving, unabashedly delighted by the over-stimulated noises beneath him. But it's only seconds longer before he's muffling a loud moan against Malik's neck and grasping at the other boy's robes as he rides out his own orgasm. He slumps and lies there on Malik's chest, trying to gather his thoughts, his mind remains pleasantly dazed. Eventually, he rolls onto his back beside the other boy and stares up at the clouds and says, "Well," just as Malik says, "So."
They fall silent again, sated but awkward and both in need of clean breeches.
"I win," Altaïr says at last, looking over at Malik with a lazy smirk.
There's an uncertain pause.
Then, Malik smirks back. "I'm going to kick your ass next time."
And fuck it, but Altaïr can't help but look forward to next time.
Malik freezes and stares at him.
Altaïr shifts his hips uncomfortably, and the slight friction sends a tremor of pleasure up his spine. He hears Malik's breath catch in his throat, and suddenly, it's a whole new game. Everything is permitted, he thinks distinctly. He hooks his leg against the other boy's hip and rocks up, and hisses between his teeth at the contact.
"What do you think you're doing?" Malik growls, and he sounds angry but he's licking his lips and swallowing hard.
Altaïr only smirks, dragging Malik closer as he pushes their hips together, rubbing up against him until the other boy responds inadvertently. He bites his lip when Malik's hips roll against his own instinctively, in slow, helpless circles that make him want to moan.
"Is this... how you intend to settle our match?" Malik asks breathlessly, and there's an edge to his voice that sends a jolt through Altaïr.
"Mhm," he manages. Malik is breathing against his ear now, over his jaw, nipping at his skin and grinding harder against him, indulgent and manipulative and fuck. Altaïr hauls the other boy over and they're scuffling again, struggling for dominance, for some semblance of dignity even as they thrust shamelessly against each other. His cock is aching now, straining desperately against his breeches and against Malik. And he's not sure who initiated the kiss, but he's licking and biting at Malik's lips, and he's glad for the contact because this way it's harder to tell who's making which noises.
He can't help but wonder what it would be like to fuck the other boy properly--what it would feel like to be inside Malik, or to have Malik inside him. It's not something either of them are ready for, not yet, but the thought of it is enough to make him shudder and groan into the other's mouth. "Fuck," he breathes between kisses. "Fuck, Malik."
Altaïr is on top, now, their hips jerking together and struggling to keep steady as the pleasure mounts and the anticipation of release flurries around them. He buries his face in Malik's throat, breathing raggedly against the other boy's pulse as he rubs their clothed erections together. "Fuck," he says again, because his lips want to move but he can't think of a single thing to say.
Malik seems to be similarly incapacitated, his voice reduced to quiet gasps and sighs. He tosses his head back as he comes, releasing a low noise that nearly sends the other boy over the edge with him.
Altaïr feels Malik spasm beneath him and keeps moving, unabashedly delighted by the over-stimulated noises beneath him. But it's only seconds longer before he's muffling a loud moan against Malik's neck and grasping at the other boy's robes as he rides out his own orgasm. He slumps and lies there on Malik's chest, trying to gather his thoughts, his mind remains pleasantly dazed. Eventually, he rolls onto his back beside the other boy and stares up at the clouds and says, "Well," just as Malik says, "So."
They fall silent again, sated but awkward and both in need of clean breeches.
"I win," Altaïr says at last, looking over at Malik with a lazy smirk.
There's an uncertain pause.
Then, Malik smirks back. "I'm going to kick your ass next time."
And fuck it, but Altaïr can't help but look forward to next time.
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Teen!Altair/Malik has just become my newest favourite kink.
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My fucking god that made my morning!!
You. Writer. You are made of win.
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