Altaïr, Malik, and Kadar's Place

Smirking at the sound the older man was making, the younger's hands explored Malik's chest, he trailed kisses down the other's neck and chest till his lips met a pert nipple, teeth grazing it slightly. He nipped and sucked at it, eyes focusing on Malik's face for a reaction. Hands moving down to the other's trousers now, Altair began unbuttoning them.

Pulling away from the other's now reddened chest from the hickeys the younger assassin had began leaving, he leaned up to claim the older man's lips now, tugging at the other's trousers, hands palming at the other's arse beneath boxers. One hand soon moving round to grip the base of Malik's cock.

Wrapping is arms around the other as he lavished his chest with attention, Malik groaned, fidgeting lightly in his lap. Noticing Altair's eyes watching him, he smirked down, encouraging the younger man on with a gasp as his nipple was toyed with between teeth.    
               
Hand on his cock, Malik's hips involuntarily bucked forward, searching for more pleasure. It seemed his body was more sensitive than usual  today,  instinctively reacting to Altair's touch.                  

Reaching down, he lifted the edge of Altair's vest, pulling it up and over his head, before leaning it to claim his lips, harshly. Catching the younger man's lip between his teeth, he lightly bit down.

Exploring every part of the others body he could get his hands on, Malik rocked his hips, rubbing himself against Altair's hardening cock.

Smirking inwardly, the younger assassin pulled the other's cock free from the confining boxers, hand immediately giving a few soft jerks, thumbing at the head.

Assisting Malik in removing his vest, Altair's hand on the other's cock soon sped up, he twisted his wrist, squeezing the base lightly as he kept up a steady rhythm. Leaning up to meet the other man's kiss, he soon felt his own cock begin to harden, especially with the grinding of the older's hips.

Groaning, he pulled away from the kiss, pulling them both up to stand. He manhandled Malik towards their bedroom now. Pushing the other towards the bed, Altair made sure the rest of their clothes were removed before getting the older assassin to sit on the edge of the bed.

He smirked deviously up at Malik now. Sinking to his knees slowly, he wrapped a hand around the other's hardened cock as he leaned forward to press a kiss to the head before taking it into his mouth, tongue gliding across the slit and underside. Eyes piercing into Malik's own, Altair began moving forward, taking inch after inch of Malik's dick into his mouth.

Almost uncharacteristically, Malik allowed himself to be manhandled into the bedroom, eager for the others touch.

On the edge of the bed now, his fingers slid into his lover's hair as he watched him sink to his knees, between his tanned legs. A breathy moan escaped from the older man's lips in anticipation if the act to come.

The sight was obscene and Malik was taking in every detail of it; Altair's soft lips wrapped around his cock, slowly moving down his full length.. He couldn't have too much of this man, nothing was ever enough. "..Mngh... This position suits you."

Groaning over the growing sensation, the older man lifted a leg over Altair's shoulder, pulling him closer.

One of the younger man's hands came up to grasp at the other's thigh, fingers pressing, nails digging in as he was pulled closer.

Moving impatiently now, he pulled back till only the head of the older man's shaft remained, he gave it a few tentative licks before once again taking the other into his mouth. He hummed at Malik's words, sucking him off lightly now, hand gripping the base tightly, moving down slowly to toy with the older assassin's balls.

He continued, bobbing his head for a while longer before letting Malik's cock slide out of his mouth, panting softly as he took in deep breaths of air.

Altair stared up at the other for a few moments before standing back up, he quickly dug through one of the night stands, grabbing the small bottle he was looking for. Turning back around, a small grin graced his face as he sauntered back over to Malik.

With one hand firmly tangled in Altair's hair, the other gripped into the bedsheets beside him, squeezing as if it would if by some miracle bring more pleasure.

It was hard to tell if the older man couldn't keep the small breathy moans silent or if he just didn't care.

Feeling the younger man release his cock, Malik felt briefly disappointed before realising what it meant next. Eyes followed Altair as he retrieved the bottle from the bedside table, noticing a small smile playing on his lips as he returned. Of course, this is where they'd usually start to tease one another and try and get the upper hand, but Malik knew what he wanted.

With a smirk, the older assassin reached forward, taking Altair's hand, calmly guiding him closer as he leaned back onto his elbows. "You better be planning to make me scream."

Following the other's guiding hand, Altair positioned himself above the older man, kneeling between tanned legs now. "Of course", shuffling so he was leaning down now, Altair took the bottle out, squirting a generous amount onto his fingers, he warmed it up slightly before circling the others entrance, then pushing a finger in slowly. His other hand found the other's cock again, jerking a few times, he then moved to take it into his mouth again, teasing the other by sucking and licking at the head.

Pushing another finger in, the younger man began scissoring them slightly, curling the digits in search of the bundle of nerves which was sure to make the older man cry out. He continued to stretch and prepare Malik. Once satisfied, Altair pulled off of the other's cock with a wet pop, fingers also slipping free of the older assassin's entrance. He began slicking his own cock, twisting his own wrist lightly, jerking a few times, tortuously slow, eyes locking with Malik's.

Moving forward, he lined his cock up to the other man's entrance, watching closely for reactions as he slowly began pushing into Malik's tight heat.

Laying completely back on the bed now, a lewd moan left the older man’s lips as Altair pressed a slick finger into him, the pleasure only growing with each carnal touch. Somehow, watching himself being sucked off by the younger man had Malik entranced, it was something they had done copious amounts of times, but now, it seemed a hundred times more arousing.

Feeling the younger assassin’s fingers curl inside of him, a sudden jolt of pleasure coursed through him, his hips grinding down onto the other’s hand in response. The digits were missed once removed, but watching his lover touch himself seemed like some kind of reward, as much as he'd never admit it, the other man could easily arouse him with little effort.

As Altair’s cock slowly pushed into him, Malik kept a steady gaze with the other, gently biting his own lip with a small smirk. “I hope you’re n-..mn.. not trying to be gentle.” Shifting his hips, the older man parted his legs a little more, giving the other better access, before wrapping a hand around the back of his neck and pulling him into a heated kiss. Hand creeping up and entwining into dark locks of hair, the other slinked down Altair’s back and towards his ass.

Groaning as he entered the other man, Altair braced himself above the other, hands resting on either side of Malik's shoulder's. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss tot he other's lips briefly before moving lower to the older man's neck, biting none to gentle into tanned skin, aiming to leave a deep red mark visible enough for people to notice yet not bring about too much attention.

"Hn, don't count on it..", pulling almost all the way out now, the younger assassin soon snapped his hips forward, setting a ruthless pace as he thrust into the man below him, pushing in hard but at a steady pace at first.

Altair hummed into the deep kiss he was pulled into, pushing his togue past the other's lips instantaneously.

Pleasure mixed with a hint of pain was intoxicating; it was a delicate balance and one Altair knew the secret of. It was never too much.

Rolling his head back as the younger man slammed back into him, Malik groaned loudly, his legs wrapping around the other, and fingers digging into the flesh of his shoulder blades. The feel of Altair's cock filling him made him shudder in bliss, his hips moving to meet each thrust.

Pressing his tongue back against the younger assassin's, Malik refused to give in completely, he'd never live it down. Nipping at Altair's lip, a soft moan escaped him as his lover's cock grazed against his sweet spot.

Thrusting in at a quicker pace now, the younger assassin aimed for Malik's sweet spot each time he pressed in, he wanted to hear the other's cries of pain laced pleasure. Arms wrapping around the older's thighs now, he changed the angle of his hips, feeling the tight heat around him.

Leaning into the kiss, the younger nipped back hard, pulling away as he thrust in sharp. Altair continued to bite and suck marks into the other man's skin, using just the right amount of pressure to ensure it stung slightly.

He kept this pace for a while before slowing slightly, focusing on pressing in deep now, he couldn't get enough of the moan's he was producing from Malik. The older man would never cease to amaze him. He had an unbelievable amount of respect for the other, even if he never vocalized it, he had a feeling the other new all to well how much Altair actually cared for him.