Preguntado por brassassin
"I’m working, Altair."
"C’mon Malik. I haven’t asked for weeks and you promised that if I waited you’d do it."
"Does it have to be now?"
"Yes. I can’t wait any longer."
Malik pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Fine. But I’m not doing it again until I finish my thesis."
Altair did a strange jovial dance and plopped down on the couch, licking his lips, eyes wide and eager for a show.
Malik rolled his eyes and retreated back into the bedroom. After a few moments he returned and stood before Altair. He undressed slowly, sensually, pushing Altair;s patience. If he was going to do this, he was going to milk it for all it was worth. Altair leaned forward in his seat, sweaty palms sliding across the leather to grip at the edge in anticipation.
Malik removed his shirt and slithered out of his loose fitting jeans, leaving him in a ridiculous leopard print Speedo. He jut his arm up over his head, spread his legs and with all his muster shouted, “WIGGLE WIGGLE WIGGLE, YEAH!” as he gyrated awkwardly and attempted to get his bits to wobble and flop in any manner he could.
Altair lost it, falling to the floor in hysterics.
Malik’s sensual demeanor was quickly replaced with his stoic one and he looked down upon Altair in annoyance.
Altair could only gasp for air.
"The fucking things I do for you. You’re blowing me later, idiot."