Page 122 of The Menagerie

“Maybe go see if Jeremiah’s got a break coming up….”

It’s a petty, cheap shot, and he knows it. He knows, too, that Jeremiah very muchisn’tDTF, for reasons Rowan doesn’t really understand as he found out earlier. But it’s enough to get Mal’s hole relaxing, and the plug slides out easily.

“Good,” he says, a small curl of pleasure at Mal’s obvious jealousy swirling in his gut.

Rowan takes a fistful of each asscheek, completely encompassing each and spreading them wide, revealing his slick and waiting hole.

He retrieves the condom from the edge of the bed and tears open the package, the crinkle loud in his ears. He takes off his briefs, rolls the condom on, and rubs the tip of his cock against Mal’s thigh—a quick acknowledgment that it’s on—before he slicks himself with a squirt of lube. As he slides in, the tight heat that engulfs him even through the condom dulls his earlier heartache and for a split second makes him forget about it entirely.

And when Mal’s back bends upward and his deep moan echoes off the walls accompanied by the metallic clinking of his cuffs, well. Rowan’s right fucking there with him.

He’s been inside Mal over half a dozen times by now, and each time is better than the last. It’s easy to get lost in the rhythm of Mal’s hips thrusting back against his own, slow at first as he adjusts to Rowan’s cock, intensifying in speed and power as he opens up for him.

Rowan pauses his thrusts, basking in the feel of the heat around him for a long moment before pulling all but the tip of his cock out. Mal squirms, attempting to keep up the pace on his own.

“Nnng,shit….” Mal complains. “Comeon.”

“Do it yourself,” Rowan tells him, widening his knees to plant himself firmly in place.

A huff is Mal’s only response, earning him a quick succession of sharp spanks on both asscheeks.

“Fuck! Can’t….”

“Don’t give me that shit. I don’t remember you being this much of a pillow princess when you had ten cocks waiting to fuck you. Mine too much to handle?”

Some unintelligible grumble comes from Mal’s throat, and Rowan slaps the side of his thigh.

“What?”

“No.” After a beat, “Not too much.”

“Didn’t think so. Fucking cock slut like you is made for this. Nowmove.”

Mal pinches his shoulder blades together and clenches his hole in short, fluttering pulses before arching his back and crashing his ass against Rowan’s hips, impaling himself fully.

“There ya go. Keep goin’.”

Theslap, slap, slapof skin and sweat and lube is deafening as Mal’s speed builds, thigh and back muscles rippling with every sharp thrust.

Rowan’s in fucking heaven.

But as much as Rowan likes seeing Mal work for it, he’s been in control a little too long. He grips his hips like a vise, pulling him back roughly on his cock over and over until a hoarse, wet scream is ripped from Mal’s throat.

“That’s it…. Take my cock so fuckin’ well,” Rowan tells him. He spanks him roughly, not content with the redness disappearing from Mal’s ass from his earlier barrage.

Alternating thrusts and spanks has a wall of heat building inside Rowan brick by brick, Mal’s gasps and grunts threatening to make it come toppling down in an instant.

“N-no one…,” Mal mumbles out of nowhere.

Rowan pauses his thrusts, a spike of concern dampening his lust as he dips down over Mal’s back. “What?”

“Unh, don’t stop….”

With a deep thrust, Rowan picks up a slow but forceful pace. “Tell me what you were gonna say.”

A quiver runs from Mal’s shoulders down to his thighs, but he stays silent save for a soft litany of moans.

“C’mon, Mal. Tell me.”

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