Page 19 of The Menagerie

Wants to see the look in his eyes when he realizes he’s about to be fucked properly for the first time tonight.

It doesn’t disappoint. As Rowan pushes into the tight heat, Malcolm’s eyes widen, his eyebrows shoot up, his nostrils flare, his chest heaves. His mouth stays firmly shut.

Good.

Despite having the largest cock in the room, Rowan doesn’t give him more than a moment to adjust as soon as he’s worked all nine inches into him. Because he knows full well that Malcolm is a size queen, and that he likes a bit of pain, and that he’s been ogling Rowan’s dick all night, eagerly sucking it down every time Rowan presented it to his waiting lips.

And finally being inside him?

Fucking heavenly.

He’s almost willing to take back the negative thoughts he’d had about everyone else coming so soon with Malcolm’s hole gripping him like a vise, but he doesn’t want this feeling to end. This heat radiating from his dick through his core and straight out to all his limbs, burning where his hands are wrapped around Malcolm’s sweaty thighs. He wants this moment to last forever.

Like he’s mentally frozen everyone else in the room, Rowan’s focus hones in on Malcolm’s face as he spreads the smaller man’s legs as wide as they’ll go on either side of Rowan’s own hips and clutches him around his waist. It’s not the best position for hard and fast fucking, but it’s perfect for hitting that sweet spot inside him that somehow everyone here has either completely missed or accidentally hit once or twice and never found again.

He tilts his hips down, pulls out, angles up a bit, andthrustsback in as hard as he can.

“Mmmmm-hm-hm-hmmm!” Malcolm cries out, loud despite his closed mouth.

It’s music to Rowan’s ears.

He sets a punishing pace and pumps into him, dragging Malcolm’s hips onto his cock for extra power on each thrust so he can wring as much pleasure out of the other man’s body as possible. Every thrust is punctuated with a “Hmm!”or an “Mmm!” and it’s fucking perfect. The best thing Rowan’s ever heard short of full-out moans, because he knows that with each muffled whimper, Malcolm is keeping Rowan’s spit locked inside.

He’sobeying.

And Rowan wants to reward him.

As good as he knows an endless assault on the prostate can be, he wants him to fully experience everything he has to offer. So he slides his hands under Malcolm’s low back and lifts his lower half off the bed, calves hooked over his shoulders and thighs pressed firmly to his chest.

He pulls out and fucks into him, hard, like everyone else should have been doing all goddamn night. More whimpers fill the air. It’s incredible how loud Malcolm can be, even with a closed mouth, even with dozens of other sounds competing for space in Rowan’s ears.

While the fucking is good,greateven, Malcolm’s dick has been almost completely ignored since Rowan blew him.

“Touch yourself,” Rowan tells him.

The reaction is instant. Malcolm’s right hand shoots straight to his dick, gathering the steady stream of precome leaking onto his stomach. Rowan watches his fingers, mesmerized by the THUG tattooed on his knuckles. Notes that he’s only gripping with three fingers, his ring and pinkie finger simply resting against the shaft as he works himself over. A twist right at the tip. A looser grip on the downstroke.

He catalogs it all, hoping that he’ll get a chance to put that knowledge to use either later tonight or in the future.

Somewhere to the side of the bed, he hears an “I’m gonna come!”and snaps his head to see the blond Shirley Temple guy jerking off furiously.

“Get up here and come on him,” Rowan growls.

Because somehow, no one’s come anywhere except inside or on top of Malcolm’s ass yet. And Rowan wants to see himfilthy.

The guy obeys, hustling onto the bed in time to shoot his load over Malcolm’s stomach and cock with a deep moan.

But Malcolm’s is louder. His hand works faster over his cock, gripping tight, using the other man’s come to slick his motions. And Rowan pistons into him, matching his pace. He can feel the sweat starting to bead on his temples, but he’d rather combust than stop anytime soon.

He’s lost track of how long he’s been going. Several of the men have climbed on the bed, shoved their dicks in Malcolm’s face to take advantage of his free hole, only to have him forcefully turn his head away, lips sealed, and offer his hand instead.

So fucking good.

Apparently, all it takes to shut him up is a big dick and some spit.

“Someone come on his face,” Rowan says.

“Gladly,” Cupcake replies, joining them on the bed and hovering over Malcolm’s face, balls nearly touching his forehead as he jerks himself in quick motions. “Been wanting to do this all night.”

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