Page 145 of The Menagerie

Beneath him, Mal shudders and reaches up to clench his knuckles on the top of the stall door. Shoves his hips back and groans against his fingers.

“Pft,” Rowan snorts, even as his stomach churns with anticipation. “Have it your way, then.”

His muscles are on fire as he fucks into Mal at a brutal pace, not caring about the cacophony of slick skin slapping and sweet moans echoing off the tile.

As he fucks him, it’s immediately different than every one of their scenes. The thrill of being in a public place, away from the sanctity of the Menagerie, and knowing that Mal had planned this—that he’dchosento be with Rowan when he could have easily had his pick of any number of men in the club—gets his heart racing faster than his hips.

“Ohh,fuck,” Mal groans on one particularly hard thrust.

“That the spot?”

“Yeah,fuckme…. Harder.”

“I got you.”

Time passes slowly as the heat rises in the stall and in Rowan’s core, but in the blink of an eye, Rowan’s on the verge of coming. He holds off, wanting to give Mal a birthday fuck he’ll never forget, and manages to get Mal’s knees shaking beneath him and his knuckles turning white against the top of the stall door.

“God, look at you,” Rowan praises, grinding his hips into Mal’s ass and reaching around to grasp his leaking cock. “So fuckin’ good for me, Mal.”

“Feel so fuckin’ good…,” Mal moans. “Fill me up like nothin’ else.”

“Nooneelse.”

“Nng!”

He pumps Mal’s cock in time with his thrusts, but the tight heat encompassing Rowan’s own cock is too much to bear.

“Gonna come inside you. Tell me you want it—wanna hear you.”

“Yeah,fuck, do it. Fill me up….”

His heart and his head and his hips race toward his finish, and with a shuddering exhale that racks his entire body, he empties inside Mal in hot pulses. For a long minute, he allows himself to rest his forehead against Mal’s neck and catch his breath as he softens inside of him.

“Rowan…,” Mal whines, shoving his ass back against him.

After slapping his ass, Rowan finally pulls out and dips down to retrieve the plug from its resting spot atop Mal’s panties.

“Gonna keep all this inside you,” he says, pushing the plug into Mal’s used and leaking hole.

“Fuck….”

“Though,” Rowan muses, spinning Mal in place by the hips, “be a shame to waste this strawberry lube.”

Rowan drags the plug back out and grasps the sides of Mal’s face. “Open.”

Mal’s eyes dip half closed, pupils blown wide as he parts his lips and sticks his pink tongue out a fraction of an inch. The sight makes Rowan’s spent cock dribble onto his slacks even as he drags the plug across Mal’s lips, eyes rapt as a streak of his own come is lapped up by an eager tongue. And when Mal’s lips close around the toy and hollow out in a filthysuck, Rowan nearly gets hard again as his blood rushes south.

“So good for me,” Rowan coos, thumb stroking his cheek as Mal cleans off the plug.

“Mmm….”

“That’s good, open.”

Mal complies, cheeks flushed and hairline sweaty. As Rowan tugs the plug back out, a dribble of spit and come follows that he swipes at with his thumb and sucks into his own mouth. The taste is bitter on his tongue, but Mal’s moan is sweet.

“Fuck….”

Rowan feels the heat radiating from Mal’s body as he slides the plug back between Mal’s cheeks. “Keep that inside you. Consider it your birthday present.”

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