Page 177 of The Menagerie

“Been thinkin’ about it.”

“Tell me what you’ve been thinking about, Mal.”

Mal’s legs thrash wildly as Rowan starts pumping the plug in and out, each thrust a hard press that has Rowan’s own hole clenching.

“You,” Mal breathes.

Rowan laughs through his nose. “I’d hope so. What about me?”

While Mal strokes Rowan’s ego, Rowan toys with the plug in Mal’s ass, now twirling it in long, slow, sweeping arcs that drag across his hole.

“Your ass… fucking you… bet you’ll be—hnng!—be so tight.”

“Keep going.”

“Felt it on my tongue. So fucking tight…. Tasted so good….”

“It’s been a long time since anyone fucked me. Did’ja know that, Mal?”

“Nnng… no.”

“Gonna make it so good for you. Sit right on your fat fuckin’ cock and ride you till you’re beggin’ me to come. That sound good?”

Mal’s moan is answer enough, but Rowan still feels a rush of pride and lust when he whimpers, “Yes… so good….”

With one final push, Rowan nestles the plug all the way into Mal’s hole, making sure that it won’t fall out.

He meets Mal’s eyes, little more than thin slivers of gold that are nearly swallowed by blown black pupils. His cheeks are flushed a pretty pink color, and his dark brows are furrowed, probably from the pain of how hard he’s biting his lower lip.

Rowan swings a leg over Mal’s hips, straddling him and feeling his cock slide between his asscheeks. Mal’s thick and hot behind him, Rowan’s eyes fluttering at the contact. His belly swoops with a heady wave of desire, legs trembling as he reaches behind him to stroke Mal’s cock, spreading precome and lube from the bottle Mal had used earlier.

He rises up, locking eyes with Mal as he lines up and slowly, slowly starts sinking, legs shaking with the effort of not dropping straight down. As soon as the tip pops past Rowan’s rim, he sees stars, vision dotting white at the stretch. But it feelsgood, exactly what he needed after an exhausting couple of weeks. He sinks farther onto Mal’s cock and further into a blissed-out headspace that he barely registers when he’s fully seated, only noticing the sharp press of Mal’s hip bones against the back of his thighs.

“Fuck…,” he gasps, unable to stop himself.

Mal echoes the sentiment, arching his back lewdly off the bed and squirming so that his cock creates a maddening pressure against Rowan’s walls. And fuck, Rowan’s sofull. His heart and his hole and holyshitdoes it feel good. The burn hits just right, a slow sizzle in his belly that spreads to his limbs. Rowan knows instantly that this is going to be better than every other time he’s bottomed, few and far between as those times were.

Because it’sMal. Mal’s cock filling him up, Mal’s toned chest spread out beneath him, Mal’s cutoff whimpers filling the air and being swallowed straight into Rowan’s lungs with each shuddering breath.

“Rowan…,” Mal gasps, eyes wide like he’s straining to keep them open.

Rowan runs a hand up Mal’s chest, feeling each ridge of his abs beneath his fingertips.

“Tell me how it feels, Mal.”

“Good… fuck. Feel so hot and tight. N-need….”

“Whaddya need?”

“Need you to move,please….”

Rowan squeezes Mal’s pec, thumbing over one pert nipple and making Mal jolt up, cock driving impossibly deeper into him.

“Yeah? How bad d’you need it?”

Mal mewls. “So bad… feel so fuckin’ good.”

On shaking legs, Rowan rises up halfway, then grinds back down and feels the stretch all over again as Mal’s cock spears back into him. Rowan’s jaw drops, slack against his chest as he rises up farther and drops down with a lewdslap!

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