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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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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.