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Got The Jump On Him	By : LonelyHearts2008 Category: +A through F > Assassin's Creed Views: 4511 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Got The Jump On Him
- 1
Every morning Desmond woke up, he hoped that seeing his ancestor in bed beside him was just a delirious dream brought on by the Animus. However, it was proven to him every single day that, yes, Altair was here for however long. Most mornings, the assassin wasn't asleep; he was simply resting. This morning, Altair appeared to be asleep, head supported by a pillow and arms folded over his chest.
Also, this particular morning, Desmond was feeling a bit frisky and it wouldn't have been the first time he'd laid down with Altair. He rolled over, staring at his ancestor. Slowly, he straddled the sleeping assassin's lap, seating himself gently on the man's slowly growing bulge. When Altair didn't stir, Desmond leaned over, pressing his chest against the other's.
He moaned and closed his eyes as the bulge in the assassin's pants twitched against him. Desmond breathed in laughter as hands found and began kneading his ass.
"I thought you were asleep," he teased.
"I am never asleep," replied Altair.
"I saw you sleeping the other day."
"Do not believe everything you see."
"Well, I see your giant boner. Should I believe that?" asked Desmond.
Altair snorted, pulling Desmond further up onto his lap. "What would I have you think?"
"I'd think yes."
Desmond rose to move, but the assassin pulled him back down.
"Stay like this."
"I thought you liked seeing me on my back," Desmond said.
"I do. I would like this as well."
Altair let out a moan as Desmond rolled his hips over his growing erection. He gripped his descendant's waist, breathing something about him being a tease.
"Oh, I'm a tease? Speak for yourself," Desmond moaned.
"Who is the one currently rutting against me in a raunchy manner?"
"You're thrusting back just as hard."
"Are we just going to do this or are we going to get on with it? You seem to be impatient," Altair teased, running his hands beneath Desmond's shirt.
Desmond bit into his bottom lip. "Maybe I am."
Teasingly, Desmond lifted his shirt off and over his head, making sure to arch his back.
"But, maybe you are too, Altair."
Altair smiled slightly, snorting in laughter. "Perhaps I am," he said.
Altair's hands found his waist and slid down his hips, pulling at his pajama bottoms.
"Take these off as well."
"I'm getting there. This isn't fair, though," Desmond said, pouting slightly.
"Hm?"
"You're still dressed."
"In only my trousers," Altair said, raising an eyebrow.
"That's more than I'll be wearing. Fair play and all that."
"I am an assassin. "Fair play" is not exactly a part of what I do and it extends to my personal life. This or nothing."
Desmond huffed indignantly. "Fine. I'll deal with it this time," he said. "Next time, I won't be so nice to you."
He slid back, allowing Altair to undo his pants and relieve his quickly swelling member. Desmond smiled at the sight of the man's endowment, his index finger gently rubbing the tip. Altair released a breath he'd been holding and tugged at Desmond's pants again.
"Off," he simply said.
"As you wish."
Desmond pulled them teasingly below his hip bones, winding his waist for the aroused assassin.
"You are definitely a monstrous tease," he breathed.
He slid them off the rest of the way, watching Altair's fingers wrap around himself and pump his member gently.
"I wanna suck you off before you fuck me," Desmond said.
"Do as you wish, however, I will not climax in your mouth."
Desmond smirked. "Party pooper."
Altair sat up against the headboard, one leg dangling to the floor as Desmond settled himself between his legs. Immediately, he wrapped both hands around the base of Altair's cock and descended his full, plump lips onto the head, sucking down to where his hands gripped the assassin firmly.
"Mmm..." Altair moaned, threading gentle fingers through Desmond's hair. "So good at this. You have obviously had a lot of practice in this."
Desmond shot a glare at him and was faced with Altair's breathy, short laughter. He moved his hands, swallowing the assassin until the tip of his nose rested in dark brown curls. He ignored the man's teasing and focused on bringing him over.
And he would have succeeded too, had Altair not pulled him back.
"Enough. On your back."
"I knew you couldn't resist," Desmond teased as he lay back against a pillow.
"This is only temporary. I still plan to go through with my original decision," replied Altair.
Altair's head disappeared between his legs, but paid no heed to Desmond's weeping erection as he thought he would. Instead, he found Altair's tongue tickling against his tight, puckered entrance.
"You nasty bastard," he breathed. "Rimming?"
Altair gave no answer; he continued to lavish the twitching, swearing body beneath him. When the assassin sat up, Desmond scrambled to get up. However, Altair wasn't finished with him yet.
"I need the oil, Desmond."
Desmond rolled over, reaching into his bedside table drawer and retrieving just what the man needed. He handed it to Altair and lay back obediently.
"You're not even going to touch my cock once?" asked Desmond.
"I have no need to," Altair answered, slicking two fingers with the lube.
He sat the bottle aside. The tip of his index finger found Desmond's twitching pucker once more and teased it open until it swallowed his finger to the second joint.
"Nngh...Altair..."
"Why would I touch you when I know I can bring you over like this?"
"You call me a tease..."
"Rightfully so," said Altair.
The second finger, Altair's middle finger, found its way inside Desmond's body, stretching and thrusting within him.
"I think that's enough," moaned Desmond. "I mean, you do like me tight, don't you?"
"While I do enjoy it, I want you comfortable enough for the both of us. Not too tight and not too pliant."
Altair withdrew his fingers, Desmond moaning at the loss.
"Do not whine, Desmond. It is undignified. I will sate you soon enough."
The novice looked on as the master slicked himself with the oil, stroking his large cock languidly.
"You gotta get it in me at some point," Desmond teased.
"No," Altair said, sitting upright against the headboard once more. "You get it into you. Sit."
"Oh, yeah. That is what you wanted."
Desmond straddled Altair once more, positioning Altair's member at his entrance. He hissed through his teeth as the tip breached the ring of muscle. When the rest of the head slipped in, Desmond sank down onto it slowly until he was seated on Altair's lap.
"Fuck, you're big," he groaned as Altair stroked his back.
A four fingered palm curled around his waist, the other gripping one of his hips.
"I will not move until you tell me to do so."
Desmond groaned uncomfortably through the adjustment, sighing when he gave an experimental roll of his hips.
"God..."
"Are you alright?" asked the assassin.
"I will be in a minute."
Time passed before Desmond rolled his hips again. This time, a moan escaped him.
"Can I move?"
"Yeah. I'm okay now," Desmond breathed.
Hands on his descendant's hips, Altair withdrew then re-entered, Desmond bouncing slightly on his lap. From there, he started a steady rhythm of thrusts that had Desmond moaning, bouncing and rocking on his lap.
"Just look at yourself, Desmond. Your body greedily devouring my cock. So beautiful," Altair panted.
He slid down the headboard until he lay his head on the pillow again, Desmond using his knees as leverage to sheathe and resheathe the assassin within him.
"Is this how you wanted it?" Desmond asked teasingly.
"Exactly how."
The novice arched his back, gripping Altair's legs. The new position changed the angle at which the assassin thrust until it struck his sweet spot and he cried out.
"Ahn!"
The smirk on Altair's face revealed to Desmond that he knew.
"There! Again!" Desmond cried.
"Do it yourself. Please yourself."
He splayed his hands on Altair's strong chest, rocking back and forth until he found the spot again.
"Right here?" teased the assassin.
"Oh, fuck yeah! Mmm, right there!"
"Keep moving."
Although Desmond continued to roll his hips, Altair couldn't stop thrusting into him. His hips drove upward into Desmond, his descendant bouncing enthusiastically on his member. Just the sight of that tight hole engulfing his hot prick over and over was enough to make Altair explode, so he closed his eyes, hoping to bring Desmond over first.
"Oh, God!" wailed Desmond. "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum!"
Altair held his descendant down, thrusting directly against that hot, little spot that drove Desmond crazy.
"Fuck! Altair~!"
Desmond's moaning turned to screaming, his body turned to mush and, within seconds, he was screaming his release, body twitching and jerking around Altair.
"Oh, fuck! Ah~!"
Altair couldn't hold out. With a groan, he flooded the twitching velvet channel with his seed, coating and heating up Desmond's insides. He stayed still until Desmond groaned in exhaustion and plopped bonelessly onto his chest.
"Damn, you're good..." Desmond panted as Altair turned them over.
With a gentle kiss to his descendant's forehead, Altair withdrew himself slowly, spend dribbling lazily out of the hole already. Desmond clenched his legs shut.
"I'm so glad I got the jump on you this morning," Desmond said.
Altair smirked.
He'd let him think that he did.
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