The night has a nice warmth to it, Altair notes as his fingers trace paths down Malik's side, over his hip and pausing at mid-thigh, only to run back up to just below his arm. He lets out a small sigh and nuzzles his chin into the crook of Malik's shoulder, kissing his cheek gently and earning a soft grunt in response. Malik shifts slightly from his position, taking Altair's wandering hand into his own and pulling it forward, resting both of their hands in front of his body and pressing his back closer to Altair's chest as the aftermath of their passion subsides.
Altair smiles gently and lays his head down on the pillows beneath them, running his lips against the back of Malik's neck as he closes his eyes contently.
"What would you do if I told you that I loved you?" Altair asks, breaking the silence of the room that had, just moments ago, been filled with heated moans and gasps of pleasure.
Malik lies quietly, motionless, and Altair opens his eyes and wonders for a second if he has even heard him, or if he's fallen asleep already. But Malik lets out a sigh and brushes his thumb against the top of Altair's hand, and then says, "I suppose I would come up with a way to berate you for being an idiot."
Malik shifts again to look over his shoulder, meeting Altair's golden eyes with his own for a moment, and then he turns his head back and rests it upon the pillows. "Then I'd probably do something equally idiotic, like telling you I loved you back."
Altair smirks and presses a kiss to his shoulder, as he snuggles closer to Malik's body, tightening his grip on the other man's hand like he never wants to let him go. Neither of them would ever admit to such a thing though; but with the rocky relationship they have, it's probably for the best.