Page 13 of The Menagerie

“Well?” he asks, a shit-eating grin on his face. “Who’s first?”

Fuck.

The Van Damme look-alike steps up first, shirt already gone and jeans unbuttoned and unzipped. He strokes himself roughly a few times, then with zero finesse, grabs Malcolm by the hair and yanks his head back, rubbing his cock along Malcolm’s parted lips. Rowan feels his body jerk forward, hisfightmode kicking in as it would when he had to protect one of his siblings from a schoolyard bully, but the low groan that pours from Malcolm’s throat stops him in his tracks.

Because fuck, this is what he wants, isn’t it?

To beused.

Fuck.

With that, the floodgates have been opened. The rest of the group starts shedding whatever clothing they have left on, a couple flinging pieces haphazardly on the floor, others stashing them in the cubicle against the side wall that Rowan had overlooked in favor of ogling the sex toys.

He strips down to nothing, quickly folds and stashes his clothes in a cubby in time to see Malcolm take the man’s cock into his mouth, lips tight and cheeks hollowed and eyes closed like he’s savoring it. Rowan’s own cock jumps at the sight, blood rushing down when Malcolm starts bobbing his head.

The Van Damme look-alike throws his head back and groans loudly while curling his fingers in Malcolm’s hair.

And fuck, Rowan needs to get closer. It’s been barely more than two minutes since he started, but already the other men have circled around Malcolm like vultures, eagerly awaiting their turn. Rowan joins them, shoulder to shoulder with the Tweedles, unashamedly looking at the nine other men around him, admiring their bodies.

He notes, with not a small amount of pride, that aside from Tats,whose cock is a bit longer than his—though skinnier—and Cupcake’s, whose is wider around the base, Rowan has the biggest dick of the lot. Most of them Rowan could see himself fucking if they bottomed. He’s attractive enough himself to be picky about his sexual partners, but why bother as long as his partner gets him going?

“How’s his mouth, man?” the Rock look-alike asks.

“Fuckin’ incredible.”

Rowan watches his technique. Watches him bob his head and relax his jaw and stick out his tongue and flick his fingers over the head each time he pulls off to take a gasping breath when breathing through his nose isn’t enough. Watches himsavorevery moment of having a dick in his mouth. Like a goddamn porn star or something.

It’s gotta be good with the groans pouring out of Van Damme’s mouth. With how quickly he pulls off with a slap to Malcolm’s cheek and the next man takes his place. And Malcolm doesn’t bat an eye at each new cock presented to him, taking in each as greedily as the one before it until he’s blown most of the group. His jaw must ache, ’cause fuck, Rowan knows his does after a while, after just one dick, but Malcolm’sthatgood, apparently.

Rowan’s achingly hard. His hand isn’t enough. Not when there’s averywilling mouth a couple feet away that’s all warmed up.

He steps up next to the guy with the skinny legs, whose head is thrown back while Malcolm works him over. Feeling Rowan approach, he grins, grips Malcolm’s hair and tugs him off, cock slipping out with a lewdpop.

“Almost fuckin’ came, dude,” he says, clamping a hand around the base of his dick. “Can’t wait to try his other hole.”

Rowan doesn’t respond, simply runs his fingers through Malcolm’s mussed hair—soft soft soft—to get him to open his eyes. When he does, Rowan could laugh at how they widen as he takes in the sight before him. As a redhead with matching pubes and a big dick, he’s used to it, but it never fails to kick up his heart rate a notch. Malcolm’s head snaps up to gape at him.

“That answer your question?” Rowan asks teasingly.

The only response he gets is a breathy, low “Fuuuck” before Malcolm wraps his hand around Rowan’s shaft, small hands not able to wrap fully around the widest part of him—fuck,why is that so hot?—and dips his head underneath, eyes closed. Rowan’s cock spans his entire face—fuck, why isthatso hot?—and he lets out a long groan.

Definitely a size queen.

God, even though it’s obvious from the fact that he’s blown so many people already, the knowledge that Malcolm is this much of a cock slut makes Rowan impossibly harder. Malcolm tongues at the base, hot breath sending a shiver down Rowan’s spine before he pulls back and sucks him more than halfway down.

“Nnnng, shit,” Rowan gasps.

His brain is stuck in a mantra ofhot wet tight hot wet tightas Malcolm works him over, tongue laving around his head and along the veins in his shaft like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted and can’t get enough of. And when he finally starts bobbing his head in earnest, lips pulled tight and tongue flattening out beneath, it’s heavenly. His fingers, slick from his own spit and the precome from a half dozen other men, wrap perfectly around Rowan’s dick, and he pumps Rowan in time with the motion of his head.

He cradles Rowan’s balls in his free hand, rolling them deftly and tugging as he pulls back, and it’s so fuckinggoodthat Rowan can hardly think straight.

Shit.

Shit shitshit.

Rowan’s never been one to blow his load early, but he might right now because he feels like he’s going to pass out. And when Rowan tugs on his hair harder and Malcolm opens his eyes, shimmering gold nearly completely blacked out by blown pupils, he nearly does.

Fuckin’ incredible isright.

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