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destinyfell2018-01-27 03:33 pm
blendsin) wrote in destinyfell2018-01-27 03:33 pm
» Assassin Threesomes + Not Safe For Anything «
[Things had gotten out of hand.
Altair hadn't exactly meant for things to go that far, hadn't meant to go down that particular road with Jacob. But there was a strange sort of tension that he had felt building between them, one that was liable to explode in spectacular fashion sooner or later. It felt as though, somewhere along the way, their friendship had transformed from just sending each other details of their sexcapades into something deeper, bordering almost on inappropriate. To anyone with a normal moral compass, at least. Something they both seemed to lack. It wasn't as if there were romantic feelings involved, just unspoken desires that seemed to manifest when they were around one another.
Altair hadn't exactly meant for Malik to actually see the messages that had been exchanged, although he would later admit that he should have known better. Snapping the photo of them while he had been on his knees had been a calculated risk, and despite how careful he had tried to be - had thought he'd been - Malik was far too perceptive to be easily fooled. There had been no struggle when the other man had snatched the phone from his hands, only a look that was very near that of a repentant disciple, praying for salvation and mercy.
Begging for permission to allow those fantasies to come to life. Never before had his pride allowed him to come so close.
"Please, Malik."
Two simple words were all it took to get them here, to get Altair and Jacob resting on their knees before Malik in mock worship.]
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And then things had just got so much better.
He'd never actually thought Malik would want this. He'd tried to offer himself up to him before, only to be shot down completely, to be left a heaving horrible mess. He tries not to dwell on that, pushing it away as far as he can. All he wants to focus on now is the fact that he's on his knees in the bureau, his heart hammering in his ribs and he can feel Altair tremble next to him, desire and want barely suppressed.
But Jacob isn't so practised at meek, and he can't help but look up at Malik, and let his tongue sweep across his bottom lip, body already aching for it. He'd raced over here as soon as he could, as soon as he'd received Altair's summons, and now he was desperate for it. ]
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He swallows raggedly, being yanked out of his flustered shock to be guilted by a bat of thick eyelashes and the most pleading look he'd ever seen on Altair. He can't even bring himself to answer, let alone say no. Instead he chooses to get up and retreat from bed to the shower, limping his way in under the spray to rinse the sex and sweat off of him from the night before. If he was having a guest over to do awful things with him he might as well be clean and ready to go.
He can't believe he was even considering such things. He's not so sure his body can handle much more after what Altair has done to him. He's not used to all of this sexual attention and he's worried his stamina won't keep up with the demands of two thirsty men. He sits under the cold spray for a time, waking himself up and cooling himself down before cranking up the heat for his aching back.
By the time he exits the shower Altair seems all to excited and happy, assuming Jacob was on his way and by now it's too late for him to say no. He curses himself for being so easily manipulated by his lover, Altair had him wrapped around his finger and whipped but good. He could literally have just about anything he wanted. There's a soft, resolved sigh as he just settles into his fate for the day, he hasn't even had his morning coffee yet. He doesn't bother to put pants on, instead choosing to wander around in a black house robe, awaiting the arrival of his guest as he sets about making himself a quick caffeinated beverage (he's going to need it). No sooner does he pour the cup and there's a Rook dropping from his ceiling to chatter with Altair.
He makes them wait, sipping his drink before finally wandering over to take a seat in the most comfy, cushioned chair he owns. His ass is thankful for it all things considered. It's not long before the boys are kneeling at his feet and looking up at him expectantly, almost vibrating with need and he's never seen such eagerness for his cock. Again he's dumbstruck, tension locking up his back and its takes everything for him not to flinch and look uncomfortable. But who is he to deny two men who very obviously want him? What harm could it do? Altair has said its safe... there's nothing to worry about...
He swallows another swig of his cup before uncrossing his legs and setting the mug aside. He'll reach down to unfasten the cloth belt around his waist and push aside the robe to bare himself to them, heat rising up his throat and into his face once more as he waits, nervous, unsure, but willing all the same.]
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Knelt upon the floor with Jacob at his side, staring upwards in eager anticipation, barely even noticing the way the harsh stone of the bureau floor digs painfully into his knees. Everything about this played on so many of his unspoken desires, had awoken long hidden away yearnings that he had tried desperately to deny. Sharing Malik with another was an idea that had crossed his mind plenty, but he had never thought his own jealousy could be held at bay long enough to try. Perhaps it was the friendship he had forged with the younger assassin or the fact that he knew, without a doubt, that Jacob's heart belonged to another, but that ugly, dark feeling never seemed to come.
Heart thuds rapidly within his chest, knocking harshly against his ribs as that hand finally unfastens the belt about Malik's waist, cloth sliding open and leaving him bare and open, waiting to receive all of the promised attention. It's impossible to keep himself from leaving forward, from pressing his tongue against the head of Malik's length, taking in the taste of soap and heady arousal.]
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The Rook's fingers stay tangled in the hem of the robe as Malik tugs the belt down, cock exposed to the warm air of the bureau and like a starving man, Altair dives forwards to claim the first taste. This is his, the movement says, but Jacob can share. He doesn't mind, not when he can press his lips to the angle of Altair's jaw. He knows how the filthy texts set Altair's body on fire, and he's sure that in person, with Malik in front of him, he can do the same again. And Malik is here to listen, to enjoy what it does, not just to Altair, but Jacob too. His cock was half-hard just from waiting for Malik to sit down and settle, but now Altair's wet tongue slides over Malik's prick, Jacob feel the heat building. He doesn't care that he's naked, Altair has seen it before and Jacob isn't ashamed of the way he looks, or the way his cock arches upwards.
His hand moves, gently up over Malik's dark thigh, fingertips reaching for the hard length and caressing over the base, following the ridges, wanting to let press his mouth there, to feel the throb. He could press forward, bow his head- there's room between Malik's spread legs, if they're careful. But he wants Altair to give him permission, he wants Malik to hear.]
Can I have a taste, Altair?
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Feeling Jacob's lips press against his jaw as he showed his appreciation for the hardened length before him with his mouth and tongue caused a shiver of electric pleasure to run down his spine. His own cock strains up towards his belly, body tingling in anticipation, heat coiling deep inside his core. Goose pimples breaks out across lightly tanned, bare flesh, reminding him both of his own nakedness and of the cool air currently surrounding them. It's a welcome relief from the warm spread of excitement flushing his cheeks.
The question is enough to make him fall back, weight resting on bent legs, hand lifting to wipe saliva from already red and swollen lips. It's difficult not to dive right back in, to not give into the tug and pull of the almost magnetic force that exist between them. But the memory of those beautifully filthy suggestive words come flooding back and he remembers everything that had been promised.]
Yes. [Without even thinking he's reaching out, fingers tangling into Jacob's hair and grasping, pulling the other man forward and crushing their mouths together. Tongue laps over the fuller bottom before slipping inside, Malik's taste still tongue upon it.
In the next moment he's breaking away, using the firm grip to direct Jacob's head downwards.] Be a good boy and show him what I taught you.
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It's a good thing that before he can reach forwards and stroke over Malik's abdomen, Altair's fingers clutch at his hair. They share a strange desire for that pain, the thrill of being tugged and Jacob grins as he's pulled forward, mouth devoured. And yes, maybe he puts on a little bit of a show, groaning into Altair's mouth as their tongue meet, letting his hands search out Altair's bare chest, smoothing over the tight muscles of his pecs and letting his thumb catch on the firm point of a nipple, enjoying the taste of the two lovers in his mouth.
Not that he gets long to enjoy it, not with Altair pulling back and jerking Jacob's head away, forcing him down. The noise of surprise is genuine but soon muffled as he opens his mouth around Malik's cock. Altair taught him well, but with those fingers still knotted in his hair, it's difficult to remember everything about breathing, about not taking too much too fast.
But Altair isn't forcing him down now, just holding him and letting Jacob set his pace, pulling back a little way so he can lap his tongue over the head, along the slit. After a moment, he's glancing up at Malik just so he can see his expression, mouth opening wide so he can stretch around the thick shaft.]
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He can see the pair of them, cocks practically twitching with want and growing harder by the second between their thighs, arching up to their belly. He's amazed he can do so much to them with so little, even making them wait for it and sitting like a king in his throne. Its not just the way Altair's lips and tongue move over him that make him almost painfully stand at attention, that's for sure. And despite what he may have said about Jacob before, the looks he keeps getting from the rook are twisting in his belly and the sight of him wanting him is arousing as hell.
Even more so when he's begging for a taste. He drops his hand, worrying his bottom lip while Jacob strokes and Altair sucks at him. His fingers move to Altair's shoulder at first, giving him almost a reassuring touch that he's okay, so far, squeezing his shoulder a little before he pulls away. And the breath stills in his lungs at the sight before him, mouth going dry as he watches the pair make out, how they hunger for one another, the shared moans of desire between them and he can't remember how to breathe. He swallows raggedly as Altair pushes Jacobs head down onto him and the Rook takes him in and those eyes look up at him as he's pressed into his mouth and against his tongue.
He moans low despite himself, belly lurching as he's worked slowly and for a moment he's forgotten any reason he's had about denying them this. Altair's words not registering in his mind because he's too distracted by the pair of them taking him apart slowly with mouths and tongues.
He'll reach up to tangle his fingers in Altair's hair, gripping and massaging for a moment before he pulls his lover down to join Jacob, he wants them both on him, he wants to be between them as they share his flesh, lips and tongues moving as they had when they were making out just moments before.]
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Those eyes seek out Malik's as his back arches and he settled back onto his haunches, content to simply watch the pleasure pass over his face, to hear the sounds that fall from his lips. Until those fingers are tightening into his own hair, tugging harsh enough to make him cry out before he's being forced back down.
There's enough room if they're careful and mind themselves, and he slips into the open space, fingers finding purchase upon the warm flesh of Malik's thigh. Tongue snaking out, trailing along the thick, deep vein that rests on the underside of his length, stopped only by the block formed by Jacob's mouth. Then his attention turns further downwards, pressing the flat of his tongue against the thin, sensitive skin beneath his balls, pressing soft, slow kisses against it in warning.
Fingers dig into the cheeks of Malik's ass, spreading them slightly as his head dips forward, tongue laving over the puckered entrance teasingly before retreating, giving enough time to gauge the other's reaction before continuing on.]
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He feels Altair move, going lower and lower and Jacob pulls back, saliva caught on his lips before he licks it off and begins to press kisses back over Malik's length, full bottom lip dragging against the vein beneath. He'd love to watch Altair, love to watch his own tongue trace over Malik, but he already knows that he'd not allowed. He's allowed Malik's cock, and he'll enjoy it.
But that doesn't stop one hand moving gently from Malik's leg, to find Altair's hip, to caress over the mass of scared skin and then curl around him. Altair is so hard, so gorgeously turned on by all of this, Jacob can't help but stroke him, pump his cock and then let his fingers trail off. He wants to hear Altair's breath catch, wants to know how much he wants to be touched. As much as Jacob wants it, he's sure, as much as Jacob's body hums with need. But he likes that, he likes being on edge, he likes the desperation. ]
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He catches himself, untangling his hand from Altair's hair to press his hand over his mouth again, muffling the next keening moan that's pulled from him. It's lewd, and dirty, all of this is almost too much and the sounds he's making are embarrassing. When it was just Altair he learned to let them be heard, to make more noises of his pleasure for him, to please Altair, but with Jacob there it's as if he's suddenly ashamed of the sounds he makes. He's meant to be the one in charge, to keep himself steady and his moans low. He shouldn't enjoy being eaten out as much as he does, its wrong, but he loves it and it turns him into a mewling, writhing whore. Its as if Altair has let Jacob see a part of him he wasn't meant to. And yet, he absolutely can't help himself.]
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His entire body arches and still as those fingers wrap around his length, the sigh of relief that rises from his throat muffled by the cleft of Malik's ass. Had his hands not been otherwise occupied, he would have gladly returned the favor, hips arching outwards in a desperate attempt to gain more of the touch before it falls away, leaving him empty and longing.]
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But he's sat back too long and as if to make up for it, he puts Altair's lesson into practice, bobbing his head again, taking more and more of Malik's cock in his mouth, until the head touches the back of his throat, and with a quick breath, takes the rest of him.
Malik won't last. Jacob knows that, can feel it building in the core of the man as Altair continues his work with that gifted tongue. And once he does, they'll give him a little while to catch his breath and then really get to work.]
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His breath is completely stolen from his lungs the moment Jacob's lips reach the base of his cock and his head tips back as he tries to remember how to breath. He's so absolutely close and while the other swallows him whole, there's Altair moaning against his ass so the vibration of his voice shudders through him and he's trembling at the precipice of his own release. He's hovering there, needing a bit more of a push, but it's a beautiful torture as Altair expertly works him open, massaging his tongue into him and making him make the most needy sounds. Between the pair of them he wouldn't be able to find words to beg if he wanted to, reduced to panting, and keening and arching, struggling in his seat for his release while they hold him captive just a little longer with their lips and tongues.
He's almost there. Just a little more. A press of a finger into him to milk his prostate, coupled with the thrust of Jacob's mouth over him would set him off almost instantly. Not that he's complaining of course, they are no doubt enjoying how much he's melting for them, reduced to a slutty, shameful mess of sighs and whimpers.]
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Plunging as deep as his tongue would allow, rolling the wet muscle before retreating, thrusting in and out in a slow, taunting rhythm that bordered just enough. But Malik was close, he could feel the way his entire being seemed to tense in preparation, could feel how he was silently begging to be shattered. Shifting backwards, mouth falling away only to replaced by a finger, slicked with his own saliva, sliding slowly into the overwhelming heat. Seeking out that bundle of nerves, brushing over it softly before thrusting in and out, repeating the motion over and over as his lips found the expanse of a thigh, sucking and nipping at the tender flesh.]
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It might be cruel, to give Malik too many sensations to deal with, it might be too much for him, considering this is entirely new. But they want to give him something to really remember, and besides, the harder he comes now, the easier and quicker the next orgasm will be.
While Altair is busy lavishing his attention to Malik's thigh, his fingers working him open, Jacob lets his own hand slide from Malik's hip. Down over dark, flushed skin, dancing over the tight skin and muscle of his lower abdomen and around the base of his cock, so close to where Jacob's lips are stretched. Then they circle lower, brushing over his balls, coaxing him closer and closer to the edge. ]
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Slowly but surely his body comes down, easing and melting back into the seat until he's a boneless lump, draped dizzily where he sits. His head lulls, chest rising and falling quick and hard with his breaths as he tries to catch them and remember how to fill his lungs properly. His head swimming, eyes glazed and drugged as the world blinks back into focus and he can see the pair of them blurring into view before him. He's barely aware of whether or not all of his seed ended up in Jacob's throat or on his face and neck if he pulled off mid orgasm.]
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He fights the urgent keep it all for himself, pulling back still further and letting Malik come over his face, over his lips and cheeks, hot and thick. It's all Jacob can do to reach for Altair then, taking him by the chin and pulling him in to a kiss.
It's all tongue, wet and slow, sharing the way Malik tastes in his mouth, letting the Dai watch. He reaches out to stoke Altair's aching cock, enjoying the way Altair reacts to both. ]
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His entire body is desperate for those talented fingers stroking over his cock, hips rocking back and forth in silent encouragement. Tearing his mouth away from Jacob's takes far more effort than it should, but it's growing harder and harder to get enough air and to keep the burning in his lungs at bay.
Eyes drag over Malik, sharp teeth nipping into the swollen expanse of his bottom lip at the sight, the other's name falling from them in a soft worship. Knowing that the other man was so utterly satisfied and boneless before them, watching as they partook of and enjoyed each other made it all the more pleasurable.]
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It's enough to have him straightening up in his seat, both feet on the floor and cock quickly taken in hand. He'll stroke himself to keep it from going flaccid, rolling the damp skin in his fingers to work himself slowly back up again. Though truth be told the sight before him is arousing enough, his own touch is barely noticed, almost mechanical, just enough to keep his cock hard and aching, oversensitive and spent as it is, but wanting more. He squeezes a few beads of cum out of the tip so they roll down into the cleft, there if Altair wants to lean over and take it while Jacob touches him, and claims his body with his hands and mouth.]
Shall I fuck Jacob, Altair? He's been a good boy. Or do you want him first?
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But the moment Malik stirs, the moment his hand begins to lazily pump his cock again, both Altair and Jacob know that their moment of pawing at each other is over.
Jacob won't deny that Malik's offer makes him whine. He wants to be fucked, and right now he doesn't care who does it, as long as they do it soon. As much as his cock aches, as much as he'd love to have someone's hand or mouth on him, he'd much rather be fucked, ass in the air and fingers bruising his hips. The next kiss he presses to Altair's mouth is also part-bite, teeth catching on the other's scarred lip. ]
Someone better fuck Jacob. He's a slut and if someone doesn't do it, he'll pick a cock and climb on it.
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But then there's the sight of those pearly drops seeping out of Malik's cock, waiting for him to lean forward and claim them. And he does, with tongue and lips, licking and sucking until there's nothing left and Malik is left thoroughly milked and rock hard.]
I want to watch you fuck him while I suck him off and let him come all over my face.
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Good. [Is uttered deep, and raspy, hand coming off of his cock to caress along Altair's jaw and swipe his thumb over that scarred, kiss-swollen bottom lip. He leans down to kiss Altair slow and sensual before releasing him. ]
Both of you, follow me. [He'll move out of his throne finally, standing on shaky legs to pick up a bottle of lube. He considers where they are for a moment, then decide on a place, robe open and billowing loosely around him before they disappear into the bedroom. But he doesn't go to the bed, he'll go to a pile of blankets, throws and pillows that are set up in a far corner, sometimes he has guests, sometimes they just like to fuck on the floor instead of the bed. This is one of those moments.
He sits back, and waves them over to join him, tossing the bottle of lube before him for Altair to take.]
Get to it then, my love. Slick his ass up good for me. [He's content to watch them for now.]
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Once they're in the bedroom, and Malik's issuing Altair's orders, Jacob knows what to do. He sinks down onto the cushions, spreading his legs a little, and then leans down, forearms in the comfortable pile of fabric, ass in the air.
Altair might have sucked his cock but that's as far as it's gone, unless you count the occasional helping hand. This is new, this sends a tingle up and down his spine and makes him wriggle a little in anticipation, unable to help himself. ]
Yes Altair, don't keep Malik waiting.