Page 193 of The Menagerie

Mal yelps, eyes flying to Rowan’s, widening a fraction before slipping halfway closed in a heated gaze that makes Rowan’s cock throb where it’s sliding against the back of Mal’s balls. With a quick check to make sure Mal’s weight is fully supported and he’s not hanging by his wrists, Rowan shifts his hips and in one swift motion, slides up and into him.

The inferno of Mal’s body is a welcome relief to the chill running down his spine caused by Mal’s loud groan. He gives him a moment to adjust before pulling out and fucking back in, a sharp thrust that creates a lowslap! that’s swallowed by the men and the music in the background.

As he fucks into Mal, he sends a quick prayer that the cross is as thoroughly mounted as it looks. His pace builds and builds and builds, a lewd crescendo that pulls moan after moan after moan from Mal’s lips, voice hoarse with the strain.

The chain connecting Mal’s nipple clamps rattles with the strain of Rowan fucking Mal, hitting Rowan in the chest periodically. A cool burst of metal on his heated skin. In his arms, Mal’s a moaning wreck. Rowan knows how much he enjoys being manhandled, and this is right up his alley. He clenches tight around him, milking Rowan’s cock with every drop down.

Time ticks by too slowly and too fast all at once as Rowan loses himself in the feeling of Mal surrounding him. His arms begin to strain under Mal’s weight, but he pushes the pain aside, focusing entirely on the spot where they’re connected.

At this point the rest of the club is drowned out along with the ache in his arms. His mind zones in on his boyfriend, and Rowan pushes his body to its breaking point to give it to him harder, faster,better, pouring every ounce of strength and love into each thrust.

“Fuck, Rowan…,” Mal moans. “G-gonna… need to…. Please let me come….”

Rowan knows he wants a hand around his cock. But he also knows that he can’t do that for him without dropping him. So he presses closer, Mal’s cock trapped between their bodies and dripping with precome and lube and sweat.

“Do it, Mal. Know you can. Show me how good you are by coming untouched.”

Mal groans, a deep, low sound that has Rowan’s own orgasm nearly ringing the alarm bells in his brain, and in a dozen more thrusts, Mal’s coming, spurting between them and slicking their already damp skin.

His walls ripple around Rowan’s cock, sucking him in deeper as he quakes in his arms. Rowan chases the pleasure, fucking deep into Mal’s body with wanton abandon. It doesn’t take much. He’s so turned on by having Mal in his arms and dozens of eyes at his back that it takes only a handful more thrusts before Rowan’s spilling inside him, body tingling like a live wire.

“Fuck…,” he gasps, still thrusting with aborted half thrusts, the pleasure of Mal’s ass quickly slipping to overstimulation the longer he stays inside.

He forces himself to still as his cock softens, Mal long since gone slack in his arms. He slips out with a rush of come and lube no doubt trickling down Mal’s legs as he gingerly lowers him to the ground.

Once sure that Mal has his footing, Rowan unwinds himself from Mal’s body and tucks himself away, uncaring of the mess now staining the front of his jeans and his briefs. With a hand to the side of his face, Rowan drags Mal’s eyes to meet his own. Rowan kisses Mal one last time, staking his claim for all to see. A gentle peck on the lips, but lingering. Pouring his love into a single kiss that has his limbs shaking all over again, this time with the weight of something more. Mal’s eyes flutter open when they part, and there’s a small smile on his lips that makes Rowan’s heart thud painfully in his chest.

God, he’d kill for that smile.

Rowan uncuffs Mal gingerly but quickly, massaging each wrist and stimulating the blood flow in his arms as Mal lowers his arms from above his head. He places a gentle kiss on the palm of each hand. Mal wobbles a bit once he’s freed, Rowan catching him easily and holding him close to his chest until he regains his balance.

“Did so good for me, Mal. So fuckin’ perfect,” he whispers.

Rowan unclips the nipple clamps quickly, both at the same time, knowing by now that Mal prefers the Band-Aid method rather than a slow release when it comes to the clamps. After wearing them for so long, he knows that removing them hurts almost as much as the initial sting of putting them on. Knows, too, that Mal’s nipples will be sensitive fordaysafter, a fact which he’s going to take full advantage of starting tomorrow night.

Once Mal is finally freed of the cross and all his toys, the crowd begins to disperse with satisfied murmurs. A bunch of happy customers, it seems. Rowan feels a tingling swell of pride in him.

Rowan and Mal clean up their belongings and wipe down the cross quickly, working in tandem. When they’re finished, Rowan leads them to the recovery room where Mal collapses onto the bed with a heavy, contented sigh. Rowan joins him, tugging Mal toward him and relishing in his body heat as Mal curls into his side.

He kisses the top of Mal’s head, whispering sweet nothings in his ear while he comes down. Mal hums lightly, reaching for Rowan’s hand and interlacing their fingers.

“Love you,” Mal whispers.

“Love you too,” Rowan replies, voice and heart light.

It feels good. Feels right, having Mal like this. Rowan is so lucky to have him.

They’ll settle down for a while, get their heart rates and minds back under control and wait for the rush of endorphins to subside. Then they’ll go home, cuddle up on the couch with some shitty movie on in the background and talk about nothing in particular. Eventually they’ll make their way to bed and fall asleep in each other’s arms.

A perfect ending to a perfect day. Rowan doesn’t think he’s off base saying he hopes it’ll be the ending of all their days for the rest of their lives. But for now, he’s happy with what they have.

They’ll always have the Menagerie.

It’ll be here when they need to get away, when they need to come home. It started as an impersonal place to lose themselves, but they never expected to find something else along the way. And now, they have so much more than a club.

They have each other.

And that’s worth its weight in gold.

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