Page 152 of The Menagerie

“You are, Mal. Always.”

The beads come out one by one, a slow and steady pull that has Mal’s hole stretching wide and clenching shut over and over. When they’re all out, Rowan smooths his palm over Mal’s hole, spread wide for him and twitching at the contact.

“Please…,” Mal whines.

It’s amazing how far he’s come. From adamantly refusing to beg for anyone, now freely begging for Rowan’s cock without prompting and at the tiniest hint of contact.

He’s so fucking good.

“Shh…,” Rowan coos. “Thought you wanted to be good for me?”

“I do.”

“And you know I’m always gonna take care of you, right?”

“Right.”

Smack!

“Hhn!”

Mal’s asscheek vibrates and reddens with the force of Rowan’s hand on him.

“So quit beggin’ for it like I’m not gonna fuck you in five seconds.”

With that, he slides into Mal’s waiting hole, matching groans bouncing off the walls. The sight of Mal bound before him drives Rowan’s hips forward, slow at first, then gaining speed with the breathy moans pouring from Mal’s lips.

As much as Rowan loves heaving Mal around like a rag doll, having him perfectly still and unable to move is as much of a turn-on. He loses himself in the sensation, in the heat, in the bliss that is Mal’s body, and lets himself drown in the din of slick skin and guttural groans.

And Mal may not be able to press back into him like he usually does, but it doesn’t stop him from clenching around him, milking Rowan’s cock for all it’s worth. He’d once called himself the “world’s best bottom,” and Rowan swears he’s right. Like he’s sucking Rowan’s soul out through his goddamn dick, and it makes him grip Mal’s hips harder and pound into him faster.

Too soon, he’s nearing his end, the room all but spinning and his body throbbing head to toe.

“Gonna fill you up.”

“Yeah,yeah….”

“Wanna feel you come on my cock first.”

“Can’t… need—”

Smack! Smack!

“C’mon, Mal. I know I’m hittin’ that spot. Focus.”

“Nngg….”

Rowan slows down his thrusts, grinding his hips in tight circles and drawing back only an inch or two before drilling back in, working Mal’s prostate.

“Fuck!”

“Know you can do it. Wanted to be good for me, ’member?”

“Yeah… want to… more,please….”

“I got you.”

Rowan gives him everything. And in a dozen more thrusts, Mal’s moaning beautifully, a crescendo from a soft mumble to a near shout as he spasms around Rowan’s cock.

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