Chapter 336: Archives, Affection, and Moon-Blue Secrets
The sun had already dipped behind the jagged crown of the mountains, and even though the village lived in secrecy inside the mountain, they had their own way of telling time, and sunrise and sunset, when Malik reached the village archives. The long day had worn the world into twilight: snow drifting in lazy spirals, lanterns glowing against the ice-carved streets, and the hum of the deep cold its own protector of the archives thrumming like a heartbeat in the cold.
Malik pulled his outer robe tighter around him, exhaustion not cold tugging at his steps, though he carried it well. He was still Malik, after all—short, chubby, charmingly radiant even when he looked like he'd been half-roasted in a divine oven.
A middle-aged Yuki clan member greeted him at the front entrance. The man's pale eyes and silver-threaded hair gave him an austere appearance, but his smile was faintly kind.
"You're looking for Haku, aren't you?" the man asked, voice deep as stone breaking under snow.
Malik gave him a crooked grin. "Am I that obvious?"
The Yuki chuckled softly. "He said you'd come. Go on, Chosen One. He's in the inner stacks."
The man bowed and stepped aside, and Malik passed into the quiet corridors, "I hope people stop calling me 'Chosen One' soon, it's a little much, even for me."
The archives weren't a library in the traditional sense. They were half temple, half vault, filled with crystalline panels and scrolls sealed inside frost-glass cases. The air was sharp, cold enough to make Malik's breath plume with every exhale, the silence broken only by the faint hiss of the ice tightly woven into the smooth stone marble walls.
Malik's footsteps padded softly until he stepped into a chamber vast enough to swallow him whole.
The Hall of Techniques.
The ceiling rose impossibly high, its stone ribs arched like the inside of a frozen cathedral. Runes glowed faint blue along the walls, illuminating towers of scroll racks and crystal plinths stacked with ancestral records. In the center of the room, high above, Haku stood on a raised frost-etched platform, bent gracefully over a cluster of scrolls.
And Malik's jaw dropped.
Haku had changed clothes since earlier. Gone was the ceremonial white-and-silver robe. In its place was something far more striking: a layered outfit of deep midnight silk trimmed in icy blue, with long flowing sleeves, a fitted bodice, and yes—an elegant skirt, split at the sides for movement, the fabric shimmering faintly under the cold light. The outfit balanced between tradition and allure, dignified and practical yet undeniably beautiful.
Malik craned his neck. His lips twitched.
"...Of course," he muttered. "This is the type of luck I get. Divine cardio all day, and the moment I walk in—boom. Fiancé upskirt."
He tilted his head, unrepentant, as the angle gave him a perfect, utterly unambiguous view of Haku's moon-blue panties—delicate, silken, a little daring. Malik pressed a hand to his heart, whispering mock-prayer.
"Thank you, universe. I see you. I respect you. Still a pervert, but at least I'm a lucky one."
Haku, without looking down, spoke calmly. "You've been standing there a full thirty seconds."
Malik nearly choked. "...And you're just going to let me?"
Haku glanced over his shoulder, serene as a frozen lake, the faintest smile curving his lips. "If it makes you happy."
Malik laughed softly, shaking his head. "Dangerous man. You're going to kill me with kindness and moon-blue lingerie."
Finally, Haku straightened, his scrolls rolling shut with a soft snap. "Everything went well with Inariko?"
Malik hesitated. "Define 'well.'"
Haku raised an elegant brow, folding his arms across his chest. "You're alive, which means you passed. You're glowing, which means she blessed you. And you're exhausted in a way that suggests she was… thorough."
Malik stared up at him. "...How much context do you actually need, snow rabbit?"
Haku's smile widened just slightly. "Not much."
They shared a long look—Malik's sheepish grin against Haku's knowing serenity.
Finally, Malik sighed, dragging a hand through his curls. "I'm leaving tomorrow."
The words echoed more heavily than he expected in the frozen chamber.
Haku's face shifted—calm slipping, sadness flickering through the crystal-blue of his eyes. He set the scrolls aside, silent for a long moment. Then, without hesitation, he stepped off the platform.
And jumped.
He landed as lightly as a snowflake, his skirt swirling around his legs, his boots barely whispering against the stone floor. Malik looked up at him, and his chest twisted.
"I hate it when you're sad," Malik said softly.
"I hate it when you leave," Haku replied, voice quiet but steady.
They moved at the same time, closing the distance. Malik buried his face against Haku's chest, arms wrapping tight. Haku held him just as firmly, chin resting against Malik's curls, breathing him in like he was memorizing the scent.
The silence stretched, warm and fragile.
Finally, Malik's hands slid lower—palms settling firmly on Haku's backside. He squeezed, fingers spreading across the firm, perfect shape of muscle and curve beneath the silk.
"Mm," Malik hummed. "Big. Fat. Fit. Exactly as I remembered."
Haku's breath hitched—a rare, unguarded reaction. Then he leaned down, whispering in Malik's ear. "Careful, beloved. If you keep touching me like that, I might not let you leave tomorrow."
Malik grinned, golden-pink eyes glittering up at him. "That's the plan, actually."
They stood there in the quiet, snow falling faintly outside, two people holding onto each other in the space between duty and desire.
And for Malik, in that moment, nothing else mattered.
Malik's fingers kneaded Haku's firm ass, relishing the way the silk of his outfit shifted under his touch.
Haku's breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling against Malik's face, his heart beating steady and strong beneath his ribs. "Malik, you're playing with fire," Haku murmured, his words laced with heat and amusement.
His hands slid down to Malik's waist, gripping him possessively. Malik nuzzled against Haku's chest, his voice muffled but teasing. "I like the heat." Haku's chuckle was deep and rumbling, vibrating through his entire body. "Then I suppose I'll have to give you what you want." Without warning, Haku lifted Malik effortlessly, his strong arms supporting him as if he weighed nothing.
Malik let out a surprised yelp, his legs instinctively wrapping around Haku's waist. The sudden elevation made Malik's head spin - not from the height, but from the exhilarating rush of being held so securely in Haku's arms.
His back pressed against the cool stone of a nearby pillar, the icy surface a jarring contrast to the heat of Haku's body against his front. Haku's breath ghosted hot against Malik's neck as he leaned in, his lips brushing the sensitive skin. "Still sure you want to play with fire, beloved?" he murmured, his voice a husky whisper that sent shivers through Malik.
Malik's grip on Haku's waist tightened, his fingers curling into the silk of his outfit. "Always," he breathed, tilting his head to the side, offering more of his neck to Haku's exploring lips. Haku didn't need further encouragement. His mouth pressed against Malik's throat, teeth grazing the skin in a gentle, teasing bite.
Malik then pushes Haku back, the smile on his face never leaving as he stayed in the air with his own Magic. "How about you turn around, lift up your skirt, and give me a show, my sweet little snow bunny." As Malik said this, he made a rotating gesture with his hand while pointing at his sweet Haku.
Haku's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, his crystal-blue eyes widening slightly at the bold command. Yet his face bore no trace of hesitation - only a glimmer of arousal and amusement. With a grace that seemed almost supernatural, Haku pivoted in the air, his silk skirt swirling around his thighs as he presented his back to Malik. His hands drifted to the hem of his skirt, slowly lifting it to reveal the curve of his pale, firm ass.
The contrast of his snowy skin against the pale blue silk of his panties was striking, a vision of pure temptation. He glanced over his shoulder, his long lashes framing eyes that sparkled with playful defiance. "Is this what you wanted to see, beloved?" he asked, his voice a soft, teasing purr.
"Yes, but now I want to see the front," Malik told him, reclining in the air.
Haku turned slowly, his skirt still lifted, revealing the full view of his front. The pale blue silk of his panties clung to his hips, accentuating the curve of his thighs and the subtle outline of his cock beneath the fabric. His chest rose and fell with measured breaths.
He met Malik's gaze, his crystal-blue eyes dark with lust and challenge. "Is this better, beloved?" he murmured, one hand trailing down his own stomach, his fingers ghosting over the silk covering his crotch. His other hand gripped the hem of his skirt, holding it up to give Malik an unobstructed view. He bit his lower lip, a small, breathy moan escaping as he teased himself. "Or do you want me to do more?"
Malik gave him a smile that could only mean yes.
Haku's smile was slow and sensual, his eyes never leaving Malik's as he complied with his unspoken request. His fingers hooked into the waistband of his panties, pulling them down just enough to free his cock, which stood proud and thick against his stomach. He let out a soft gasp, his head tilting back as he savored the feeling of being exposed, on display for Malik's pleasure.
His hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking slowly from base to tip, a bead of precum glistening at the head. "Like this, beloved?" he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. He spread his legs wider, bracing himself against the pillar, his other hand still holding up his skirt to keep himself fully exposed. His hips rolled gently, moving his hand in a steady, teasing rhythm. "Or do you want me to put on a real show for you?"
Malik noticed that Haku was now completely shaved, but he kept that thought to himself. "Any show, from you, would be a treat."
Haku's smile widened at Malik's words, his hand never pausing in its slow, deliberate strokes. He leaned back against the pillar, his pale skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat in the dim light. His breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling with each measured stroke. "Then watch closely, beloved," he murmured, his blue eyes locked on Malik's as he began to put on his promised show.
His free hand drifted up to his chest, teasing his own nipples through the silk of his outfit. He let out a soft moan, his hips rolling more purposefully now, matching the rhythm of his stroking hand. His head fell back, exposing the elegant line of his throat as he lost himself in the pleasure of his own touch. His skirt swirled around his thighs, the pale blue silk a tantalizing contrast to the dark arousal that had taken hold.
With great will, Malik kept his hands to himself and instead spoke, "You're so sexy, Haku, I honestly don't know what to do with myself sometimes when I look at you."
Haku's breath hitched at Malik's words; his gaze was filled with intense arousal as he gazed at him.
The sound of Malik's praise seemed to ignite something within him, and he redoubled his efforts, his hand moving more quickly along his shaft. His free hand drifted down to his hip, gripping it tightly as he arched his back, presenting himself even more fully to Malik's hungry gaze. "Is that so, beloved?" he murmured, his words husky with need. "You don't know what to do with yourself? I think I have a few ideas." His hips rolled more deliberately now, his body undulating in a sensual rhythm as he pleasured himself for Malik's benefit. The silk of his skirt rustled softly against his thighs, the pale blue fabric a tantalizing frame for his exposed, throbbing cock. Haku's eyes never left Malik's face, drinking in the desire written across his features.
Haku's pale cock stood rigid against his stomach, its glistening shaft pulsing with every stroke of his hand.
The skin was smooth and unblemished, a perfect canvas of ivory that seemed to glow in the dim light.
A thin trail of precum glistened at the tip, catching what little light there was and sending tiny flashes of light with each movement.
The head was slightly flared, a deep pink that contrasted beautifully with the rest of his alabaster skin.
His hand moved steadily along the length, fingers wrapping around the thick shaft with practiced ease. As he stroked, the skin along his cock grew taut, revealing delicate veins that throbbed visibly beneath the surface. Despite his slender build, Haku's endowment was impressive, both in length and girth, compared to someone like Malik. The foreskin, now fully retracted, revealed the sensitive underside of his cock, which twitched and pulsed under his touch.
As Haku continued his tantalizing display, his movements becoming more erratic and his breathing ragged, he suddenly stilled his hand. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he slowly pulled his panties back up, covering his throbbing cock once more. The pale blue silk clung to his damp skin, now stretched taut over his aroused flesh. "Watch closely, beloved," he murmured, his words thick with lust.
His hand moved to his clothed erection, fingers gripping and squeezing through the fabric. Haku's hips bucked against his own touch, his back arching as he pleasured himself over his panties.
The silk stretched and bunched under his grip, outlining every contour of his straining cock. His other hand clutched at the pillar for support as his body tensed, teetering on the edge of release. "Ah! Malik!" he cried out, his voice echoing in the archive's hallowed halls.
A thick, pulsing jet of cum shot through the thin fabric of Haku's panties, soaking the pale blue silk instantly. The force of his orgasm was intense, his hips bucking wildly as rope after rope of his hot seed sprayed through the damp material. The outline of his cock was now stark and prominent, the panties doing little to contain his throbbing length. Haku's mouth fell open in a silent gasp, his head thrown back as his body convulsed with the power of his release. His hand moved frantically over his clothed erection, each stroke milking another spurt of cum through the soaked panties.
The fabric was now completely transparent, clinging to every ridge and vein of his still-erect cock. Thick streams of his seed leaked out from the waistband, trailing down his thighs in glistening rivulets. His breathing was ragged, his chest heaving as he rode out the waves of his climax.
Haku's orgasm continued to wrack his slender frame, his pale cock pulsing furiously beneath the soaked fabric of his panties. Thick ropes of cum continued to erupt through the thin silk, each jet leaving a prominent bulge that traced the outline of his throbbing shaft.
The damp material clung to his skin, molding to every curve and contour of his aroused flesh. His hand moved frantically over his clothed erection, milking out every last drop of his hot seed.
The once-pristine pale blue panties were now a mess of translucent, cum-soaked fabric, stretched taut over his still-hard cock. Haku's breath came in short, desperate gasps, his body quivering as he savored the intense pleasure of his climax. His hips bucked erratically, each movement causing fresh spurts of cum to leak through the waistband of his panties.
As the intensity of his orgasm finally began to subside, Haku's movements slowed, his hand gently caressing his clothed cock through the soaked fabric.
His chest heaved, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tried to calm his racing heart. The archive fell silent once more, broken only by Haku's labored breathing and the occasional drip of his seed onto the stone floor.
His eyes, hazy with the aftereffects of his intense release, slowly focused on Malik. A slow, satisfied smile spread across his face, and he reached out a shaky hand, his fingers grazing Malik's cheek with delicate precision. "That was incredible, beloved," he murmured, his words thick with the remnants of his climax. "You drive me wild with your admiration." Haku's legs trembled slightly as he leaned back against the pillar, still catching his breath.
Malik didn't seem to mind that Haku touched his face with his hand that was covered in his cum, he was too busy leaning down to kiss Haku on his perfect lips.
Malik's lips met Haku's in a passionate kiss, tasting the salt of his sweat and the faint bitterness of his release. Haku's body, still quivering from his intense orgasm, pressed eagerly against Malik's as he returned the kiss with fervent enthusiasm. His cum-soaked panties rubbed against Malik's thigh, the damp silk clinging to both of them as they shared this intimate moment. Haku's arms, weak from his powerful climax, wrapped around Malik's neck, pulling him closer as their kiss deepened. The taste of Haku's seed, mingling with the sweetness of his mouth, fueled Malik's desire. Haku's breath was hot against his face, coming in short, excited pants. He broke the kiss briefly, nuzzling his nose against Malik's and whispering hoarsely, "My beloved... you're so good to me."
Haku gently pushes Malik back, his cum-covered hand sliding down Malik's chest to his belt. With practiced ease, he unties the robe, letting it fall open to reveal Malik's torso. Haku's breath catches in his throat as he gazes at the expanse of dark skin before him. His hand, still slick with his own seed, trails down Malik's abdomen, over the curves of his hips, and finally wraps around his thick, hard cock. A shudder runs through Haku's body as he feels the heat and pulsing thickness of Malik's erection in his grip. He begins to stroke Malik slowly, his hand gliding over the smooth skin, reveling in the contrast of his pale, cum-stained fingers against Malik's dark shaft. Malik's breath hitches, a low groan escaping his lips as Haku's hand moves over him.
The kiss between them deepens, becoming more passionate as Haku's strokes grow bolder. His hand, slick with his own release, glides effortlessly along Malik's length, the coolness of the air making his cock twitch and pulse in Haku's grip. Haku's tongue darts out, tracing the seam of Malik's lips before delving deeper into his mouth, mimicking the rhythm of his hand. Malik's hips buck involuntarily, pushing his cock further into Haku's palm as pleasure courses through his body. The wet sounds of Haku's stroking mix with their labored breathing, filling the archive with their intimate moments. Haku's other hand, still damp with his own cum, grips Malik's shoulder for support, his body quivering from the aftershocks of his own orgasm and the intense arousal of touching Malik.
Haku breaks the kiss, panting heavily as he gazes up at Malik with lust-filled eyes. His hand slows its stroking, but doesn't stop, instead maintaining a gentle grip on Malik's throbbing cock. "My beloved," he whispers, his words husky with need, "what would you have of me? Shall I continue to pleasure you like this?" His cum-covered hand demonstrates by giving a slow, sensual stroke along Malik's shaft. "Or perhaps you'd prefer my lips around you?" Haku's tongue darts out, wetting his mouth suggestively. "Or maybe," he presses his body closer, his slick panties rubbing against Malik's thigh as he speaks, "you'd like to claim me? To slide your magnificent cock into my tight, aching ass?" Haku's free hand trails down Malik's chest, nails scraping lightly over his skin. "Whatever you desire, my love, I am yours to command."
Malik thought only for a second, "I think I'll take all three, in that order, plus, I'm about to blow anyway, that show you gave me was great." Haku smiled at him. He could feel Malik less than a second away from cumming all over his hand.
Haku's face sets in a pleased smile, his eyes locked on Malik's as he feels the telltale twitch of his cock in his grip. "Oh, my beloved," he breathes, his hand moving faster now, stroking Malik to the brink of ecstasy. "I can feel how close you are. Let me taste your release." Without waiting for further instruction, Haku lowers his head, his lips wrapping around the swollen head of Malik's cock. His tongue swirls around the sensitive tip, lapping up the pre-cum that's already beading there. His free hand grips the base of Malik's shaft, steadying him as Haku takes him deeper into his mouth. The tight heat of his throat envelops the first few inches of Malik's cock, his nose nestling in the coarse pubic hair at the base.
Haku's throat relaxes, allowing him to take even more of Malik's impressive length. His head bobs in a steady rhythm, the wet sounds of his sucking filling the air. His hand, still slick with his own cum, strokes the part of Malik's cock that his mouth can't reach. Haku's eyes, watery and pleading, gaze up at Malik through his lashes, his lips stretched around the thick girth of his shaft. He gags slightly, tears welling up as he pushes himself to take Malik deeper, determined to give him the ultimate pleasure. His free hand grips Malik's hip, pulling him closer, urging him to thrust deeper into his willing throat. Haku's own cock, trapped in his soaked panties, throbs with renewed arousal as he pleasures Malik, the fabric rubbing deliciously against his sensitive flesh.
Haku's skilled lips and tongue work Malik's cock with expert precision, alternating between long, deep thrusts and teasing flicks of his tongue over the sensitive head. The wet heat of his mouth and the rhythmic bobbing of his head bring Malik to the edge of release. His muscles tense, hips bucking as he thrusts deeper into Haku's throat. "Oh gods, Haku, I'm coming!" Malik's words come out as a strained groan, his fingers tangling in Haku's hair as he holds him in place. Haku swallows eagerly, his throat muscles contracting around the tip of Malik's cock as it pulses. A stream of thick, white cum floods Haku's mouth, and he gulps it down greedily, savoring every drop of his lover's release.
Malik's cock twitches and throbs in Haku's willing throat, pumping out thick ropes of cum. Haku drinks it down eagerly, his throat bobbing as he swallows every last drop. His free hand strokes the base of Malik's shaft, coaxing out the final spurts of his climax. Haku's eyes water, tears of pleasure and exertion streaming down his face, but he never breaks eye contact with Malik.
His lips are stretched wide around Malik's girth, saliva and cum dripping down his chin and onto his chest. The sounds of wet sucking and gulping fill the archive, a lewd harmony to their passionate encounter. As Malik's orgasm subsides, Haku slowly pulls back, his mouth making a pop as he releases the head of his lover's cock. He licks his lips, savoring the taste, before trailing his tongue along the length of Malik's still-hard shaft. "Mmm, my beloved."
Haku's tongue flicks out, catching the last few drops of cum that cling to the tip of Malik's cock. His eyes, dark with lust and satisfaction, never leave Malik's face as he gently nuzzles against his groin, placing soft kisses along his inner thighs. The taste of Malik's release lingers on his tongue, a heady aphrodisiac that spurs him on. Haku's hand, still slick with both their fluids, caresses Malik's balls with delicate precision, his fingers rolling them gently in his palm. He works his way back up Malik's shaft with his mouth, alternating between long, languid licks and quick, teasing flicks of his tongue. The soft sounds of his sucking and lapping fill the archive, accompanied by Haku's contented hums of pleasure.
"I think it's time for me to take that tight ass of yours, "Haku's breath hitches as he hears Malik's words, his excitement mounting. He pulls back slightly, his face still slick with saliva and cum, and gazes up at Malik with adoring, lust-filled eyes. "Yes, my love," he breathes, the words husky and thick with desire. "Take me. Claim me. Make me yours in every way." Haku slowly rises to his feet, his body quivering with need as he turns around, presenting himself to Malik. He bends over slightly, his hands braced on the nearest bookshelf, the shelves lined with ancient tomes of the Yuki clan. The silk of his skirt rides up, exposing the curves of his ass, the damp fabric of his panties clinging to his skin. Haku's head turns to the side, his cheek pressed against the wooden shelf as he gazes back at Malik, his mouth parted in a silent invitation. "Please."
Malik approaches Haku from behind, his still-hard cock pressing against the soft curve of his ass. He runs his hands down Haku's sides, feeling the silk of his skirt and the smooth skin beneath. Haku trembles, his breath coming in short, excited gasps. Malik leans down, his lips brushing against Haku's ear as he whispers, "You want this, don't you?" Haku nods eagerly, pushing his ass back against Malik's groin. "Yes, my love. I want you so badly." His words are husky, laced with lust and need. Malik's hands move to Haku's hips, gripping them firmly as he prepares to take him. His cock is already slick. Haku's body tenses, his muscles quivering as he anticipates the penetration. Malik positions himself at Haku's entrance, applying gentle pressure. "so damn tight!."
Malik pushes forward, slowly breaching Haku's tight entrance. Haku gasps, his fingers digging into the wooden shelf as he pushes back against Malik. The stretch is intense, bordering on painful, but the pleasure quickly overrides any discomfort. "Oh, Malik, you feel so good inside me." Haku's voice is thick with arousal, his words muffled as he presses his cheek against the shelf. Malik inches deeper, his hands gripping Haku's hips tightly. The tight heat enveloping his cock is intoxicating. "You're so perfect, Haku." He starts to move, slowly at first, relishing the feeling of Haku's body yielding to his. Haku moans softly, his body rocking in sync with Malik's thrusts. His panties, already soaked, rub against his sensitive cock with every movement. "More, Malik, please." His words are breathy and pleading, his need evident in every syllable.
Malik increases his pace, his hips slamming against Haku's ass. The slap of flesh on flesh echoes through the archive, punctuated by their heavy breathing and moans. Haku's fingers scrabble against the shelf, leaving small scratches in the wood as he struggles to hold himself up. His cock, trapped between his body and the shelf, throbs with every thrust, sending waves of intense pleasure through his body. "Oh, gods, Malik, I'm going to come!" Haku's voice breaks on a sob, his muscles tensing as his orgasm approaches. Malik's hand snakes around Haku's hip, palming his cock through the damp fabric of his panties. The gentle friction is almost too much. "Let go, my love. Come for me." Haku's body shudders, his cock pulsing as he releases, streams of cum soaking through his panties and onto the shelf.
His muscles clamp down around Malik's cock, drawing out his own orgasm. Malik groans, feeling the intense heat and pressure. His hips falter for a moment before he buries himself deep inside Haku, his release flooding the channel. They remain there for a long moment, locked together as they both ride out their climaxes. Finally, Malik carefully withdraws, his legs shaky as he pulls out. Haku collapses forward, resting his forehead on the shelf as he catches his breath. The archive is silent except for their heavy panting and the occasional drip of fluid onto the floor. Malik runs his hand gently down Haku's back, soothing him. "Are you alright, my love?" he asks softly, concern evident in his words. Haku nods, still breathing heavily. "I'm perfect, Malik. That was incredible." He slowly straightens up, wincing slightly as he does so.
Haku slowly straightens up, wincing slightly as he does so. His body is slick with sweat and the evidence of their passion, the silk of his skirt clinging to his thighs. As he turns to face Malik, his cock, now soft and spent, hangs limp against his thigh, still encased in the damp fabric of his panties. Malik notices the contrast between Haku's small, flaccid member and his own still-hard arousal. Haku catches Malik's gaze and blushes, a flush rising to his face. "You're still so hard," he says, awe evident in his words. "Even after all that?" Malik nods, his hand unconsciously wrapping around his cock. "You're incredible, Haku. I could go all night with you." Haku's eyes darken with renewed desire despite his physical state. He moves closer to Malik, pressing his soft body against his lover's. "I'm flattered, truly."
Haku traces a delicate finger along the length of Malik's still-hard cock, marveling at the contrast between their states of arousal. "It's beautiful," he whispers, his breath hot against Malik's skin. His own soft member twitches slightly, still sensitive from the intense pleasure they've shared. Haku's face is inches from Malik's groin, his lips parting as he considers his next move. Despite being spent, his body seems drawn to Malik's continued arousal. Haku's tongue darts out, tasting the salty precum beading at the tip of Malik's cock. He moans softly, the vibrations traveling through his mouth and lips. His hand gently cups Malik's balls, rolling them ever so slightly in his palm.
Malik shudders at the touch, his cock twitching in Haku's gentle grasp. Haku's soft, limp member presses against Malik's thigh as he continues his tender exploration, his tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles around the head of Malik's shaft. Despite his own physical state, Haku's desire burns anew, fueled by the taste of Malik's arousal and the feel of his hard cock against his lips. He pulls back slightly, his breath hot against the wet, glistening tip. His free hand slides down to his own soft cock, giving it a few slow, gentle strokes. The sensation sends a faint tremor through his body, a ghost of the pleasure he's already experienced. Haku's eyes, dark with lust, never leave Malik's as he resumes his gentle sucking and licking, his mouth working in a steady, rhythmic motion.
The wet heat of Haku's mouth envelops Malik's cock, his tongue swirling around the sensitive underside of the head. Despite his own recent climax, Haku's body responds to the taste and feel of Malik's arousal, his soft member beginning to twitch and swell in his palm. Malik's hand tangles in Haku's hair, gently guiding his movements as he sets a steady rhythm. The archive around them fades away, leaving only the feel of skin on skin and the soft sounds of their shared pleasure. Haku's cock gradually stiffens under his own touch, growing longer and thicker as he continues his oral exploration of Malik. The silk of his skirt rustles softly as he shifts, positioning himself more comfortably between Malik's legs. His free hand reaches up, caressing Malik's thigh and hip as he works his mouth lower, taking more of the shaft into his warm, wet mouth.
The pressure of Haku's skilled mouth combined with his own hand brings Malik's cock fully erect once more. His breathing grows heavier, his hips starting to move in time with Haku's sucking motions. The archive's dusty shelves fade into the background as Malik focuses entirely on the intense pleasure Haku is providing. His own hand continues to guide Haku's movements, gently but firmly setting the pace. The wet sounds of Haku's oral exploration fill the space between them, punctuated by soft moans and gasps from both men. Haku's tongue traces intricate patterns along the shaft of Malik's cock, his mouth working in perfect synchronization with the movements of his hand. His own arousal, now fully restored, throbs against his thigh as he sucks Malik off with renewed vigor. The taste of Malik's precum on his tongue fuels his passion, driving him to please his lover even more intensely.
Then a thought got stuck in Malik's head, as he moved his hands gently to Haku's face to raise it, looking into his Blue eyes, "I remember when your eyes used to be a pretty brown. Yes, I do love the blue, but I do miss the brown. All these trainings you're under, it makes me worry. I know I can trust the owls with you, because you trust them, but still . . .,"
Haku's blue eyes, still glazed with lust, soften at Malik's words. He pulls back slightly, Malik's cock slipping from his mouth with a wet pop. His own arousal throbs against his thigh, a steady pulse of desire, but he sets it aside for now, focusing on the concern in Malik's voice. "I know it's a lot," Haku says softly, his hand still gently stroking Malik's shaft. "But it's what I need to do. To protect myself, to protect us." His thumb brushes over the sensitive head of Malik's cock, drawing a shudder from his lover. Haku presses his soft lips against Malik's inner thigh, nuzzling gently. "The owls, they're teaching me so much. Not just the physical aspects, but how to focus my energy, how to harness it." His tongue flicks out, tasting the salt of Malik's skin. "It's intense, yes."
He raises his face, meeting Malik's gaze with a look of quiet intensity. "But I wouldn't trade it for anything. It's making me stronger, more aware." Haku's hand resumes its slow, deliberate strokes along Malik's cock, his touch both soothing and stimulating. "And I know you worry. But I promise you, I'm in control. The owls, they're guiding me, teaching me to control the energy coursing through my body." Haku's free hand traces patterns on Malik's thigh, his touch gentle yet assured. "You see the changes in me, the blue eyes, the altered form. But those are just the visible signs of a much deeper transformation." He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of Malik's cock, his lips brushing against the sensitive flesh. "I'm becoming something more, something powerful. And I want you to be a part of that journey with me."
"But I leave you alone here for so long, sure you have others and I'm sure you made friedns but I don't like being away, your so much stronger than me but I still find myself thinking about you, It would be funny if it weren't stuipid of me to think so," Malik said his face looking up to the high shevles of the room.
Haku's fingers pause in their gentle stroking, his head tilting slightly as he studies Malik's profile. The dim light of the archive catches in his now-blue eyes, giving them an almost luminous quality as they hold Malik's gaze. "You think it's stupid?" Haku asks, his voice quiet but steady. "To miss me? To think about me?" His thumb traces a slow circle around the head of Malik's cock, a contrast to the intensity of the moment before. "I think about you, too, Malik. Constantly." Haku shifts closer, his silk-clad form pressing against Malik's thigh. His free hand reaches up, fingers brushing against Malik's cheek with surprising tenderness. "I know you're far away, growing, pushing yourself to your limits. I can feel it in the connection between us, even when we're apart." His blue eyes search Malik's face, looking for something beyond the surface.
Malik made sure to hide his face from Haku, but he failed to hide his smile. "You're too good at reading my face. It isn't fair." Haku's lips curve into a knowing smile, the blue of his irises reflecting the dim light as he leans closer. "Fairness isn't part of this journey, is it?" His fingers continue their gentle exploration of Malik's smooth dark skin, tracing the line of his jaw before sliding down to where his hand still cradles his arousal. "You hide your face, but your body tells me everything I need to know." The silk of his skirt rustles as he shifts, moving closer until his breath ghosts across Malik's lips. "I can feel how much you miss me, how much you need this connection." His free hand slides up Malik's chest, pressing lightly against his heart. "It beats faster when I touch you here, when you think about us together." Haku's mouth brushes against his, a soft, testing kiss before pulling back just enough to speak. "The owls teach me many things, but nothing compares to what I learn from you."
"Fine, you win again Haku, Allow me to hold you for awhile, before we get back to doing dirty things in this accenty and sacred place of learning, I want to feel your body heat while I can," Malik's eyes glowing thier pink and gold as he craddled Haku, Malik's hand moving to his bigger fat and fit butt.
Haku's breath hitches slightly as Malik's strong arms cradle him, pulling him close. The silk of his outfit clings to his skin, doing little to conceal the heat of his body as he presses against Malik. His blue eyes, still heavy with lust and affection, meet Malik's glowing gaze. "You always win, Malik," Haku murmurs, nuzzling his face into the crook of Malik's neck. "But this feels like a victory for both of us."
His hands slide up Malik's chest, fingers tracing the hard planes of muscle as he settles into the embrace.
The soft curve of his ass fits perfectly into Malik's palm, and he shivers slightly at the possessive grip.
The archive surrounds them, ancient tomes and scrolls bearing witness to their intimate connection. Haku's arousal presses insistently against Malik's thigh, but he doesn't rush.