Page 22 of The Menagerie

“You’re not ready for that.”

“Tch.”

Every other time Malcolm’s been fucked tonight he’s been more or less manhandled into position or shown or told where to go. Thistime, he pushes Rowan onto his back and straddles him, one hand pressed flat to his chest while the other reaches back and strokes him. He doesn’t know if Malcolm’s hand is slick with lube or come or spit or all three, but he couldn’t care less as Malcolm raises up and sinks down onto him with a quiet “Unhh.”

And when he leans forward and rolls his hips, taking Rowan’s cock all the way in and hovering mere inches above him when he drops back down, Rowan’s brain short-circuits. Because he’d fucked him face-to-face before, but they’d still had a fair amount of distance between them. Now he can see everything, and Malcolm’s face is almost as captivating as his ass.

He senses another person slide up behind them before he sees him. It’s Tats. Rowan’s glad—next to Malcolm, he’s the most attractive one of the lot, and with his long cock, sure to drive Malcolm crazy.

Malcolm stills above him, and Rowan has exactly zero seconds to prepare himself when he feels the head of Tats’s cock slide along his shaft andpushand—

—and Rowan’s gonna pass out. For real this time.

Becausefuck, all he can think as the other man works himself completely inside isTight tight tight tight tight, fucking shit, TIGHT.

But Malcolm’s hole stretches to accommodate both of them while he lets out this beautiful, unhinged moan that cuts off like he ran out of breath right in the middle of it.

“Jesusfuck,” he gasps.

Yeah. Jesus fuck is right.

It’s so good and they’re merely sitting still, the three of them panting in unison, and someone needs to move immediately or Rowan’s going to blow from the searing heat and pressure around his cock.

Mercifully, Tats begins to move, slowly at first as he acclimates to the feeling. He keeps a steady pace, only increasing incrementally after a few dozen strokes.

And God, it’s indescribable. Like Rowan’s fucking someone and getting jerked off at the same time. The defined ridge around the head of Tats’s cock drags along Rowan’s shaft over and over, the sensation ten times hotter than anytime Rowan’s jerked his cock alongside someone else’s, solely because they’re bothinside someone else.

But as much as he’d love to lie here and let both of them pleasure him, he wants tomove.

He raises his knees as best he can, plants his feet, and thrusts up into the tight heat as Tats pulls halfway out.

“Mmmmm fuck!” Malcolm cries out above him.

Perfect.

Rowan wants to hear more of it.

He almost regrets telling him to shut up earlier, because Malcolm isn’t being bratty now. Now he’s moaning around the two cocks inside him as eight others are being jerked to the sight of him because he’slovingthis. If Rowan could set Malcolm’s moans as his ringtone without it being weird, he absolutely would.

But Rowan silently vows to make sure Malcolm never forgets this. He pushes past the overwhelming feeling of needing to come again, past the burn in his muscles, past the urge to catalog every single second of this night, and fucks up into him with everything he has.

He and Tats have a good rhythm. Fast. Hard. Balls slapping against each other’s shafts on every stroke, and Malcolm is eating that shit right up, moaning forfaster, harder, deeper, just like that.

Rowan’s pretty sure he blacks out, because before he knows it, Tats says, “Nnng, I’m gonna come!” seconds before his pace stutters and his cock twitches alongside Rowan’s.

And God, Rowan can feel the wetness and the warmth, and it’s almost enough to make him come on the spot, but he doesn’t want any of this to be over yet.

Malcolm groans when Tats pulls out, leaving Rowan inside him. No one else steps up to replace Tats, but The Rock look-alike kneels against Rowan’s side and feeds his cock to Malcolm like it’s a treat, and judging by the eager way he sucks it down, like he’s done every single time tonight, it might be. He works The Rock expertly, slurping around the head and using the one hand that’s not holding himself up to stroke his shaft in time with his head bobbing. Rowan knowsexactlyhow that feels, and it’s a miracle that the man manages to last as long as he does.

“Gonna come,” The Rock grits out.

And Malcolm wraps his hand around the back of his thigh and pulls him forward, deepthroating him as The Rock’s hips stutter and he comes with a groan.

Malcolm licks the man’s cock clean, sucking on it until it starts to soften, and The Rock pulls away. Malcolm locks eyes with Rowan, makes a show of swallowing The Rock’s load, and for good measure, opens his mouth to let Rowan see there’s nothing left. Exactly like Rowan made him do earlier.

And look.

Rowan can share.

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