Page 133 of The Menagerie

[MS]what the hell you been fantasizing about that’s got you that hard

[RC]You

Fuck, backtrack, backtrack, backtr—

[RC]In the harness the other day

[RC]Was hot as fuck

But… would it really be so bad? If he leaned into it a little? This casual flirting thing they’ve had going on since the start really has only grown the longer they’ve known each other.

[MS]oh yeah?

[RC]Yeah. Been practicing with the rope you gave me

[RC]Think we can start using it soon if you’re cool with it

[MS]if it gets you goin like that then hell yeah let’s do next week

Rowan has to grip the base of his cock to avoid an embarrassingly early finish from the barest of touches and the thought of tying Mal for real.

[RC]Been wanting to tie your legs. Get you spreadeagled for me

[MS]fuck yeah

[MS]love that shit

The heat swirls in Rowan’s belly. Coils low as he pumps himself to images of Mal tied up and completely exposed for him. Pink hole twitching under Rowan’s lips and tongue and fingers. Hard cock leaking and face flushed and muscles straining.

God, Mal gets him going like nothing else.

Rowan’s lost to the sensation of his hand around himself when he feels more than hears thebzz, bzzof his phone.

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One hand fumbling to unlock his phone, Rowan nearly doubles over when he sees what Mal sent him.

He’s kneeling on the bed, photo taken from behind with his thighs spread, cock hanging heavy between his legs, and his two middle fingers shoved deep inside his hole. TheHandUof his THUG tattoo completely hidden from view, replaced only with the shimmery sheen of lube.

[RC]Holy fuck Mal

[MS]thought you’d like that

[RC]Wanna be in you so bad

[RC]Look so fuckin good

[MS]couple more days

[MS]gotta deal with those big hands of yours till then

[RC]Such a fucking tease

But despite his light response, Rowan is thinkingI don’t wanna wait. I wanna see you now. Touch you now. Show you how fucking bad I want you all the time. Rowan’s body is on fire, curling in on itself as he works his cock, with Mal’s photo nearly scorching his retinas. But fuck if he isn’t gonna drink in every gorgeous detail of it. The messy white bedsheets. The softness of his skin. The corded ropes of his muscles. The mosaic of his tattoos. The—

Bzz, bzz.

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