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3:88	By : Imoshen Category: +A through F > Assassin's Creed Views: 12171 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Part 1
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16
- 17-Part 17
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Part 20
- 21-Part 21
- 22-Part 22
- 23-Part 23
- 24-Part 24
- 25-Part 25
- 26-Part 26
- 27-Part 27
- 28-Part 28
- 29-Part 29
- 30-Part 30
- 31-Part 31
- 32-Part 32
- 33-Part 33
- 34-Part 34
- 35-Part 35
- 36-Prt 36
- 37-Part 37
- 38-Part 38
- 39-Part 39
- 40-Part 40
- 41-Part 41
- 42-Part 42
- 43-Part 43
- 44-Part 44
- 45-Part 45
- 40
- 41
- 42
A/N: I know I have problems with my grammar =/ If you, dear readers, want to be helpful, point out some mistakes I keep repeating, give me an example and the correct one and I'm able to work with that and try to prevent future mistakes. :)

It's been a long night at Leonardo's, longer than even Malik had first expected but in the end the both of them were exhausted, tired – especially Altair who's body ached all over from being tied up mid-air. They said their good byes to each other and once Malik and Altair stood outside in the hall, Leonardo closed the door softly behind them and Malik took Altair's hand, pulling him up against his body and kissing him softly. "Well that was fun", he whispered against Altair's lips. "And you've done such a fine job with working me up - I fear you won't get to sleep so soon after all. I hope you don't have to work much tomorrow, I think you're going to have trouble to walk properly."

"I do have a busy day tomorrow," Altair offered him a small smile. "I'd ask you to be gentle with me tonight, but I don't really want that," he smirked, feeling weight lifting off his shoulders like a heavy blanket slipping off. He'd made it through the evening without disappointing Malik in their roleplay and it somehow felt as if he'd grown quite a bit with the new experience.

"No, you don't. I'll brew you a strong coffee before you go to work tomorrow. You will need that," Malik snorted, his fingers raking up and down Altair's sides. "Shall we head off? There is still a long way before we are home."

Home - that word sounded better than just 'my place', much better and Altair nodded softly as they made their way down the hall and towards the elevator. He leaned into Malik's body and despite him being bigger than Malik, he felt like the other man got him. "So", Altair pondered softly when they waited for the elevator to come. "Today was rather interesting", he told Malik in a small voice and rubbed the side of his nose.

"Well, did you like it?", Malik smirked and shoved Altair gently inside once the doors opened. Altair nodded and he felt warm all over when Malik put his arm around his waist once more, a feeling of security closing around him like a lock. "Yes I think I liked it a lot", Altair nodded and they stepped out of the elevator and made their way towards the street. "I wouldn't mind doing it more often."

Malik chuckled against that. "Yes from your reaction I got tonight I have no doubt about that."

Altair slipped his hand around Malik's shoulders while he said that, smiling. "I have a feeling you were quite happy with it, too," he told him, a cheeky smile curled on his lips. "I mean, you know, I was actually feeling very proud for managing to make you that hard when you spanked me. Does it sound awkward that it made me feel... l...iked?" he stumbled halfway through the word.

"Mm... I probably shouldn't say this or else I risk it might get to your head, but for you to make me hard is not a difficult task," Malik grinned and decided to ignore the small stumble in words, dismissing it from his mind quickly.

He unlocked the car, slipping into the driver's seat and pulled the safety belt over his torso. Altair got into the seat next to Malik's and he held in for a minute and watched him from the corner of his eye. Malik fumbled with his key and Altair took a deep breath, his lips parting. "Malik", he muttered softly and turned his head, looking at him. He stopped and watched Altair, one eyebrow cocked as he waited for what he had to say.

He had no idea where the overwhelming desire was coming from or why it made his fingers tingle but he had no other choice and just went for it. Altair sighed and he leaned over, his fingers slipping onto Malik's neck and pulling his head close for a kiss. His lips moved slowly, almost shy and Altair didn't dare to breath or move at all. Only when he felt Malik's lips trembling underneath his did he slip his tongue pass his own, running it across Malik's and licking his way into his mouth. The man's shoulders slumped as he relaxed when Altair started to rub his neck fondly, leaning more into Altair's frame within the second.

They stayed like this and it maybe was one of the first times neither of them lead the kiss, their tongues meeting in gentle waves as both men lost themselves into the sensation. Altair was the first to withdraw when he had to come up for air, blinking his eyes open and looking at Malik. It was an awkward sensation, having Malik on same ground as him, and while Altair did not think he would want this to take over their previous relationship status, he did not mind it happening more often than not.

"Mh - you know", he purred softly and he needed to get on higher grounds again, "I think most of the time you behaved so well tonight. I'm proud of you. When you manage to satisfy me later I maybe forget about your mistakes and reward you with a bath", he nodded eventually. “Behave for the rest of the night and I'll get you that shower," he agreed, returning to his seat and starting the car.

"Yes sir. I will do my best," Altair laughed.. "If I'm extra-good, does that mean I'll have an extra reward?"

Malik narrowed his eyes at the question. "Only if you prove you are not just being extra-greedy, Boy. I'll do something nice if you behave exceptionally well."

Tch - as if Altair was ever greedy... well, maybe just sometimes. He shook his head as Malik drove down the street. There were hardly people outside let alone cars, it was way after midnight and Altair actually wondered where the time had gone - have they spent really so many hours at Leonardo's? He turned his head and watched outside the window. "I won't be greedy sir", he told Malik and licked over his lips. He could still taste the traces of tea they've had at Leonardo's earlier and Malik's scent on them and he smiled a little to himself, watching his reflection in the window.

"You know there might be the chance for you to behave exceptionally well tonight after all. Kadar won't be there so you better get that pretty head of yours to start thinking of what you could do to please me", Malik chuckled and took a left turn.

"Really?" Altair turned back to Malik and he smiled at him, his eyes going down to Malik's crotch for a split second. "I'll try my best sir." Altair bit his lip a moment later. "Will I be allowed to be a bit creative?" he pondered, trying to look as innocent as possible. Knowing he was able to turn on Malik faster than anything -or rather, anybody- else was valuable knowledge and it was sort of fun to play with it.

“The more creative the better Boy", Malik hummed while he focused on the street in front of him but Altair could tell he grew a bit uncomfortable in his pants.

“I want to ask you something." Altair was still looking back outside the car's window. "The first night we've met you didn't let me stay at your place. Did you ever take one of your subs home with you?"

"Well - that very much depends on the sub. If I like him enough, I take him home. But I never let them stay the first night," Malik shrugged, taking a turn towards the parking lot of the building he was living in. "Actually, most of the ones I considered okay never even made it to my bed," he admitted as he parked the car. "I told you - you're special."

Altair felt himself blush and he refused to turn his head to let Malik see. When the engine died and the car was parked, he unbuckled himself and waited next to the car for Malik. He rubbed the side of his nose before he shoved his hands back into the pockets of his pants. "I feel like a little fan boy, you know? Every time I get to sleep in your bed", he grinned helplessly as Malik walked towards the building, Altair quick to follow.

"Well you should feel special - it's a privilege which doesn't come easy and I can take it just as fast away from you", he warned him and held the door open for Altair to enter the hall.

"I'd really rather you didn't - I'll behave," Altair rolled his eyes at him and entered the elevator, leaning heavily against the wall since he wasn't sure if his legs could support him any longer.

Malik snorted. “You can try”, he smirked and Altair simply rolled his eyes at him as they waited silently for the elevator to arrive at Malik's floor.

"Do you want something to drink?" Altair pondered out of habit once Malik had opened the door to his apartment, making his way to the kitchen.

"Pour your soul into it Boy," Malik smirked, spanking Altair's behind before locking the door behind them. "Just some water," he added, following Altair and hugging him from behind, hands kneading his sides as he kissed his neck.

"Oh uhm... wow that makes it kind of difficult you know?", Altair chuckled nervously and his hands were trembling when he opened the cabinets to get two glasses. He could feel Malik grinning into his neck.

"You better not let yourself get distracted then", Malik told him in a low purr and slapped Altair's stomach once before he kissed his neck again, then withdrew from his body and finally loosened that tie around his neck and throwing it across the couch, kicking off his shoes as well and making his way towards the bedroom. "Bring some extra ice cubes in a glass, will you?", he called after Altair.

Altair made a small sound which was close to a snort and cleared his throat. "Will do," he called back, placing two tall glasses on a tray before breaking a few cubes out of their form and placing them inside a smaller glass with a pair of plastic tweezers. He followed Malik into the bedroom, placing the tray on the nightshade and waiting for orders.

"Get naked," Malik instructed, already halfway through to taking his jacket off. He popped the first two buttons of his shirt open but left his waistcoat as well as his pants on, rolling up his sleeves a little. He then sat down onto the bed, one leg put over the other and propping his chin on his palm, watching Altair with curious eyes.

Goosebumps spread over his arms and down his neck when he felt Malik's eyes on him and everything which had happened the evening before returned to Altair with full speed. He swallowed heavily, eyes lidding and it felt as if somebody had turned a switch when he fell to his knees on instinct.

“Yes Sir”, he rasped, voice husky and Malik stood, closing his bedroom's door and shutting everything else out while Altair's world turned wide and open.

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Altair gasped, his shoulders coming off the mattress while his back and hips pressed back down - he would need to ask Malik later where he'd learned to give such fantastic hand jobs. No matter how he touched Altair, he always came with a dizzy head and was barely able to breath. "Ngh... fuck yes", he groaned and came all across his chest, hot white ropes of semen splashing over Malik's fists and Altair's stomach. He wriggled in pleasure underneath him, fisting the sheet hard.

Malik's fingers moved to squeezing the erection, rolling his fingers from bottom to top and milking whatever Altair did not shoot out in the first few times.

Once done, Malik slowly retrieved his half-hard member from outside of Altair, peeling the dirty condom off and dropping it inside the trash bin before flopping next to Altair and hugging him tight. "Damn right" he panted, his breath still somewhat labored as he drew the taller man close against himself.

Altair rolled into Malik's chest, face buried in the crook of his collar and pulled one arm up, slowly breathing in and out in order to calm his heart. He was aching all over. He was sore, his arms were tired his backside hurt and his back was killing him - he felt very thoroughly fucked, very satisfied and very worn out but: he was probably the most lucky guy in the world and couldn't wish for a better place to be. "Malik", he muttered, "that was... pretty amazing", he admitted softly and Malik just grunted as he drew Altair closer to his body still, his fingers lazily crawling over his heated back.

"Yes it was", he nodded with a deep sigh.

"We should do this sometime again", Altair chuckled, nuzzling against Malik's neck.

Malik pressed a kiss into Altair's hair, snorting with half a laugh and slapping Altair's backside jokingly with the tips of his fingers. "Idiot”, he told him with a grin playing around his lips. "It was wonderful, knowing you were mine alone without using any bindings. Out of sheer free will," he added a moment later, caressing Altair's side slowly with his soiled hand and it surprised him to hear Malik saying something like that – being that much honest seemed a little out of place for the other man.

"I'm always here by my own sheer free will", Altair chuckled. "It not like you abducted me and keep me tied up in your room as your own personal little slave, no?", he grinned again and reached for Malik's hand, bringing his fingers to his lips and letting his tongue sweep across them. This was something he'd wanted to do for a long time, had been rather curious about it for quite a while now - he grinned as he licked Malik's digits clean, tasting himself on the his skin.

"Not that I know of", Malik smirked and watched with arched eyebrows how his middle-finger was sucked into Altair's mouth. "I didn't know you like this", he muttered. "You don't have to do it, you know?"

"I've wanted to try this for a really long while now. It's not awful to the taste", Altair chuckled, licking his lips clean before moving to the ring finger.

"It looks nice. I should make you do this more often," Malik muttered distractedly, looking fascinated. "Ah, wait, I wanted to clarify something. Altair, what I meant was that there is nothing restraining you. It feels good knowing you have no obstacles and decline me but you choose not to," he placed his palm in his face then. "Well that sounded quite... Lame when I think about it."

“You don't sound lame", Altair told him, still busy with cleaning Malik's fingers. He was in an awfully good mood - maybe he was a little high. "You never sound lame", he clarified. "Most of the times you just sound freaking hot", he nodded, his tongue running over Malik's palm. He stopped for a short moment, "But I know how you meant it", and he flashed Malik an almost shy smile.

Malik smirked then, shaking his head. "C'mere," he murmured, kissing Altair's jaw and warping his arm around the man. "You idiot..." he said, resting Altair's head on his shoulder. "So... Bath?"

"I'm no idiot", he muttered and for the first time in a real long time he felt completely at ease. Not that he wasn't relaxed and comfortable when around Malik but it always seemed sexual and now... now it was just sort of - fluffy. And Altair realized he seemed to like fluffy, at least from time to time.

He wanted to tease and joke around with Malik.

He wanted to be held by him, wanted to laugh with him and just... simply live.

"Yes, bath", he nodded, smiling softly to himself. He rolled his eyes up at Malik. "I can hardly stand."

Malik chuckled and Altair fell all over again for that smile, "I think you have to try." He rolled a little away and sat up with a heavy groan, running his fingers through his hair. "You've worn me out today, you know that?"

"You say it like it's a bad thing," Altair teased, rolling on his stomach and watching Malik with a huge grin.

"No... It's the good wearing out," Malik snickered, getting up and reaching his hand for Altair to take.

He let Malik pull him up, glad for the support as he felt really shaky on his legs, his muscles feeling just as soft as some Jell-O. "You know that feeling is mutual. I have no idea how much I've got spanked today but it was more than I'm used to, that's for sure."

"Better get used to it", Malik teased with a small grin, pulling Altair close to his chest and kissing the corner of his mouth. "But I just need to say this, you did incredible good today. I'm proud of you. Really. For Everything. Not just the spanking... or the public bathroom sex."

Altair was beaming with pride. "Well you know I tried extra-hard for you," he admitted with a cheeky smile.

"I could see," Malik nodded, slowly leading Altair to the bathroom, his hand resting on the small of his back and supporting him. "I'll apply some cool cream on your ass and thighs later, should help with the bruising," he smirked. "Something a lot less enjoyable than the spanking itself."

Altair cocked one eyebrow. "I hope you're talking about the bruising. I think rubbing cool cream into my ass can be rather enjoyable - for the both of us", and he flashed Malik a sassy grin while Malik's hand slipped over the small of his back and down to said ass, squeezing it softly in a teasing warning.

"I meant the bruising, yes Altair", and he rolled his eyes, grabbing a large towel from the shelf and handing it over to Altair. "Sit on it while I'll get the water started", he instructed and plugged the bathtub before he started the water, trying its temperature with his fingers and only turned around when he was satisfied with it.

Altair watched the man's actions with a smile, taking his time to inspect Malik's naked body. The man was not tall nor was he lean, but he was attractive- a very firm body structure, surprisingly round ass and strong back lines accompanied by broad shoulders.

He might have to wipe his own drool if he wouldn't stop anytime soon.

"The water is good, come," Malik called him over, standing back up and reaching his hand to support Altair once more while he entered the tub.

"... perfect", Altair muttered and oh, he had to be careful or he might moan with pure bliss as he slowly, ever so slowly sat down in the tub, his tired muscles cheering at him for finally being able to relax.

Malik chuckled at that, he'd probably heard the small sigh of pure relief. "Well you do deserve some spoiling after all", he nodded and climbed after Altair into the tub. "Turn around", he softly told him as he sat down, legs spread and pulled Altair with his back against his chest, one hand rubbing small loving circles over his stomach while he placed his chin onto his shoulder. "That good?"

"I could sleep in here," Altair purred, rolling his head back and letting his body slowly soak in the warmth of the water. "Mm... My muscles needed that," he sighed, scratching the back of Malik's wrist lovingly. "Thanks."

"Nothing you have to thank me about," Malik smirked, kissing the top of Altair's head. "Don't fall asleep though..."

"Try my best", Altair muttered softly and blinked his eyes back open again. "Might help if you keep talking with me", he grinned a little and Malik hummed in agreement.

"If you fall asleep I get to do with you whatever I want the next time you come over", he grinned and Altair watched how Malik's hand moved from his stomach and he almost frowned because no, he didn't want to have those fingers off of him but as he followed the movement, he saw how Malik reached for the sponge and some soap, pouring some of it into it and then brought it back. "You always do whatever you want with me", Altair told him with a mild frown and Malik chuckled.

"Yes I know, it was a joke, you know? Give me your arm then", he muttered into Altair's ear in a low voice and when the man did, started to circle the sponge over his fingers and wrist, then all the way up his arm.

Altair watched Malik's movements with great attention. "This feels really nice," he admitted in a soft voice. For Malik to allow such show of care and affection - it was a rarity, and yet Altair couldn't help but hope it might show sometime more often soon.

"I should find you a small nickname, too, like you called me Dove earlier," Altair looked up at Malik with a smirk. "Nothing silly, I promise. I want to find you a nice name..."

"You have to come up with it on your own", Malik huffed nd kissed the tip of Altair's ear as he run the sponge from his left shoulder across his chest and to the right one. "But I don't mind you calling me by my name", he smirked a little and washed between Altair's fingers one after one. "Dove is something I reserve for special moments only", he whispered and kissed his neck, his breath crawling over Altair's neck. "I hope you know I've never called anybody like this before."

"I know", Altair told him quickly.

"Just don't come up with something lame like 'honey' or 'babe'. I'm not into that sort of nonsense," Malik warned, rubbing the sponge against Altair's neck, scrubbing the skin in gentle circles.

"What, can't I call you pumpkin?" Altair rolled his bottom lip, looking up at Malik.

"No," Malik growled, pinching Altair's side to make sure his point went through.

"Alright, alright... I'll need time to find a suiting name for you," he groaned, pressing back against Malik. He rubbed the sore spot and was silent for a short while, gnawing on his lip. "How about princess?", and the sponge met his face. He actually swallowed a bit of soapy water and coughed while he tried not to laugh too loudly. "Alright, okay, it's not princess - I get that." He could just tell Malik was glaring at him and one of his arms drew painfully tight around his stomach - pff, Altair couldn't care less. Teasing Malik was a fun thing to do when he didn't have to fear to get his ass whipped when doing so.

"You know what this reminds me of?", Malik purred. "You've called me that when I was sick, didn't you?"

Altair froze in place. "Shit. You were not supposed to remember that, you know?", he cleared his throat. Was it just him or was it getting too hot in the tub?

"I used to think this was just the fever playing tricks on me, but I've done a bit of thinking and came to a conclusion you called me that. And lots of other very unfitting names like... every hour," Malik clicked his tongue.

"Uh..." Altair tried to think fast but all which seemed to whirl inside his head were those names he'd called Malik. He wondered which one pissed Malik off the most. He thought Princess was rather harmless compared to Miss Twinkle Fairy. "I had to find a way to make sure you got better", Altair stuttered quickly.

"Yes and calling me names is probably the only way, mh?", Malik smirked with narrowed eyes into his neck and run the sponge over Altair's chest. "You just couldn't come up with any other way, could you?"

"It was a very effective one," Altair reasoned, shifting uncomfortably. "I was too worried to think about something else at the time."

Malik rolled his eyes at that, pressing the sponge once more into the man's face before grinning and hugging him tight. "Idiot... Just don't call me those again. Or else I'll seriously have to do something about it," he murmured, his fingers slowly raking up and down Altair's abdomen.

"But Leonardo calls Ezio Pretty", Altair pouted and wiped his face clean of the soap water with one hand.

"Yes and Ezio probably likes it very much but I don't want girly nicknames", Malik declared and raked his nails over Altair's stomach before he followed the same path with the sponge. "I'm sure you'll figure something out for me. Something I'm going to like very much. You're a good Boy, I'll have trust in you", he chuckled softly and kissed Altair's ear. "Water's about to get cold..."

Altair shifted a little, sitting up between Malik's legs.

"Are you hungry?", Malik asked next, looking at the man with interest.

"Yeah... Yes, a lot," Altair snorted, stretching inside the tub. "Let's get something unhealthy," he grinned, already expecting Malik's reaction.

Malik rolled his eyes. "You make it sound so bad... But fine, I'll order junk food with you today," he sighed, rubbing his own nape. "Be a darling and uncork the tub, will you?"

Altair sent him a look at the darling part - how was it that Malik got to call him something like darling or princess (Yes, there's been this one time he had) and yet he wasn't allowed to? Oh - right. Probably because Altair liked it this way around. He uncorked the tub and slowly stood up, a waterfall rushing down his body when he did and reached for a towel, put it around his waist and stepped out, then got another towel and held it open for Malik to step in.

"You have to live once in a while", Altair grinned. "And unhealthy, greasy food is the best way to do that."

Malik got up as well and Altair thought it looked by far more elegant and let Altair put the towel around him like he was a king... He didn't mind though. It was something he wanted to do for Malik after all. "Yeah well but all of that greasy food just shortens your life, doesn't it?"

"What's the point in living life without having fun?" Altair cocked his eyebrow, pucking the side of the towel in so it wouldn't fall off. "I mean, for all we know you could get into a car accident next week... Better enjoy what you have, I say," Altair smirked, getting two towels for their hair.

"Or you could actually live until an old age and be sorry you didn't treat your body better when you were younger so now you wouldn't have that high blood pressure," Malik retorted, only to snort a moment later and slap Altair's backside. Altair yelped a little and whirled around, rubbing his backside and glaring at Malik angrily. "Oh come on don't look at me like that - I know you like it", he grinned at Malik and reached around Altair, slapping him once more.

"Go grab us something to wear else we get cold," he instructed, then smirked. "Did you bring your own boxers?"

"I have... the one I had when we met this morning?" Altair blinked at him but Malik grinned and ruffled his hair. "Left side of my closet. It has shirts, sweats, boxers... right one only holds suits. Go help yourself and bring me something comfortable to wear."

Altair nodded while ducking from underneath Malik's hand and followed him out and into the living room. Malik was still just wearing his towel and Altair admired his body for a second longer before he got to Malik's room doing as he'd been told to. Malik was smaller than him and sadly most of his clothes didn't look as if they would fit Altair but eventually he found a pair of boxers and a really large old hoodie from which he wondered why Malik had something like that. He grabbed another one and a pair of sweats for Malik and returned into the living room. Malik was on the phone so he kept quiet.

Nodding at Altair, Malik gestured him to place the clothes on the couch.

"Yes. Don't be too late though, remember you have to wake up early tomorrow. And don't dare call me mother," Malik snorted, rolling his eyes. His lips were curled in a grin nonetheless.

"Yes, I am in a good mood. No, not work this time," Malik pulled the towel from around his waist, smirking at Altair's curious eyes watching him. 'Kadar' he mouthed, tucking the phone between his shoulder and cheek while he slipped each leg into a pant of the boxers.

"I didn't lose my mind", Malik snorted with a grin and pulled his pants up, then reached for the sweats and did the same with them. "I was about to order food just before you ca- yes, food. No I feel good. Chinese why? Tch I don't order something for you, I- No I'm not by myself and really, that's none of your business. Be nice and we might leave you some left-overs for later..." Malik looked at Altair and rolled his eyes, then arched his eyebrows as he noticed what he was wearing. He nodded approvingly and curled his arm around Altair's waist and pulled him close. "I've told you it's none of your business. You have to come home and see.

“Yes Kadar, yes I am a sadist. Isn't your boss going to get angry if she finds out you have been on the phone instead of cleaning that coffee machine? And bring me a granola cookie on my way back. And an Alafajor," he grinned at Altair. "I'll pay you for them."

Altair smirked, his own hand curling around Malik's shoulders. This was so different from what he was used to... He couldn't deny he enjoyed this new situation very, very much though.

"Alright and make sure the cookie arrives to me in a whole and not as a thousand crumbles like last time." Malik leaned into Altair, pulling the phone a bit from his ear and giving him a quick kiss on the lips. "Okay", Malik said then, "alright", he nodded, "no one's going to be naked, I promise." He winked at Altair and Altair thought he'd never seen Malik being so relaxed and carefree as he was know. He actually didn't know he could smile so much. "Okay. Love you, bye bye", and Malik ended the phone call, slipping his phone into the pocket of his sweats and pulling Altair close again, kissing the corner of his mouth and then the tip of his ear and purring into it.

"I take it the Alfajor is for me?" Altair grinned, his hands curling around Malik.

"Yes. I figured you might like it because you seem to like dulce de leche," Malik reasoned, nipping on Altair's lobe lovingly.

"But... that sounds so domestic. I didn't know you could pull that off and being, ngh, so sexy about it", Altair chuckled breathlessly and squirmed when Malik bit down onto his lobe.

"I do a lot of things you don't know yet about", Malik grinned and closed his arms tighter around Altair's waist. "So... are you going to be a civilized person and eat vegetarian with me or do I need to order some rotten meat?"
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