Page 185 of The Menagerie

Mal’s jaw falls slack once more, hitting his chest briefly before his entire head thrashes back against the pillows and his thighs tighten around Rowan’s waist. It looks and feels and sounds like Mal’s seen God, and it sends Rowan’s ego into overdrive.

“Shit… gonna….Please, don’t wanna—” Mal mumbles, one arm slung over his mouth and muffling his words as he writhes against the bed.

But Rowan gets the gist anyway, quickly removing his hand and watching Mal’s chest finally deflate in reprieve.

“Can’t have you coming too soon,” Rowan laughs. “Haven’t even gotten my hands on you where we both want ’em yet.”

Rowan runs a hand up Mal’s torso, feeling his taut abs quiver under his touch. He skirts his fingers to Mal’s neck, ghosting over his clavicle and the hollow of his throat. Mal’s body is racked with a shudder as he moans.

Rowan slides back onto his heels, slicking his cock in lube and wiping the excess on the sheets before pushing Mal’s legs up to his torso.

Their eyes meet as Rowan slides into him in one long motion, eyes fluttering shut at once again being inside Mal’s tight heat. It’s a feeling like no other, one that threatens to drive him insane each and every time. A heavy, gut-wrenching feeling that hits him in every single cell in his body. At first he keeps the pace slow, letting Mal adjust once more to his size and girth. When he feels Mal’s heels dig into his lower back, driving him forward, he picks up the pace ever so slightly.

Rowan fucks into him languidly, right hand resting on Mal’s clavicle.

“Rowan… choke me,” Mal rasps.

He looks so desperate yet soeagerthat Rowan relents at once, a thrill rushing through him. This is it. The moment he’s been waiting for. The momentMal’sbeen waiting for.

Rowan wraps his hand around Mal’s throat, fingers spanning the entire width of his neck. He’s done this before, plenty of times. Mal and he both get off too hard on it to keep entirely away from each other, but to actually get tosqueeze, to dig his fingers in and see Mal’s reaction to the real deal? He can hardly wait.

But he hesitates, stilling his hips and his hand. From here Mal’s neck looks so fragile. So pale and thin that all it would take is one wrong move and….

“You won’t hurt me,” Mal whispers to him.

Rowan feels Mal’s Adam’s apple bob beneath his palm. Feels Mal’s muscles ripple under his fingertips. Feels Mal’s chest rise and fall under his wrist.

And he squeezes.

Gently to begin with, until there’s the first sign of Mal’s mouth parting in a perfect O.

Then firmer. With more confidence as Mal’s skin tints from peach to pink to red. As his eyes roll back in his head and his eyelids flutter shut. As he clenches impossibly hard around Rowan’s cock.

Rowan fucks into him hard and fast, and he chokes him with a firm, steady grip that has a hoarse, wordless rasp of a cry dripping from Mal’s lips.

Rowan’s other hand caresses the side of Mal’s face until he manages to open his eyes wide enough for Rowan to see the gold nearly completely blacked out.

That’s all it takes, really. A few minutes of sustained thrusts and squeezing and Mal’s whole body is shaking beneath Rowan. He knows he’s hitting him deep, hitting him right where he wants it, and cutting off the sweet supply of blood to his brain and getting him right to that dizzying state that Mal so desperately craves.

Mal comes violently, with a wordless cry as he spills across his own stomach, a sticky mess that smears across Rowan’s lower belly as he fucks hard into him.

At once Rowan releases his hand from around Mal’s throat, and he watches the color rush back to his face. Mal takes great gasping breaths and pulls Rowan down by the back of his neck, pressing their foreheads together and breathing hot into the space between them like Rowan’s going to provide all the oxygen Mal’d gone without for the past few minutes.

“Fuck, Mal…” is all Rowan can say as he squeezes his eyes shut and comes in long, thick pulses that must fill Mal to the brim.

The strength of the orgasm nearly takes Rowan’s own breath away, forcing him to gulp down the air in the scant space between them to stop his limbs from shaking. He’s still inside Mal, but he can feel his cock softening and the come and lube leaking out onto the bed, and he knows he needs to pull out soon. But he wants to lie here, inside and surrounded by Mal, basking in the afterglow. He allows himself the luxury for a minute, maybe two, before he forces himself to pull out and roll over onto his back next to Mal, chest still heaving.

“I think that’s the hardest I’ve ever come,” Mal says, voice still hoarse.

Rowan laughs. “Gonna have to do this more often, then, if you wanna top it.” He props himself up on one elbow, turning to Mal. “How are you feeling?”

“Mmm,” Mal hums softly. “Good. Great. Knew you’d be fuckin’ perfect at it, Red.”

“I’m glad. Was really hot seeing you like that.”

“Ditto.”

Rowan caresses Mal’s neck softly with his fingertips, the red welts in the shape of his fingers already starting to take shape. He knows they won’t last until tomorrow—he wasn’t choking himthathard—but they’ll last for a few hours at least. Rowan’s tempted to ask if he can take a photo to remember this night and everything that it’s entailed so far.

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