Page 48 of The Menagerie

“You said you wanted me to eat you out, so quit bein’ ungrateful.”

“I’m not—”

Smack! Smack!

Two quick blows, one on each cheek, and Mal is gasping a bitten-off moan instead of whatever lameass excuse he was going to give for mouthing off again.

“Youare.Now shut the fuck up.”

As soon as the words are out of his mouth, Rowan dives in again, sucking and licking Mal’s hole like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. And fuck, it might be. He pulls back for a brief moment to catch his breath, then spits directly on Mal’s hole, watching the thin white trail run over the rim and down the back of his balls. He thinks again of last week when Mal had been leaking, lets a groan escape that he hadn’t planned on, then licks up his spit and imagines it’s his own come, and it feelsfilthybut somehow hot as hell at the same time.

Mal’s already so pliant under his tongue, almost fully relaxed despite the position and despite this being their first time together, and it sends a pulse of heat through Rowan as he continues to work him over. And by the time Mal’s full body is shaking, nearly vibrating with the tenseness of his muscles, and Rowan’s jaw and knees are starting to hurt, Rowan knows it’s time to move on.

God, he needs to get inside Mal again. As much fun as he’s having teasing Mal, he’s teasinghimselfin the process, knowing there’s a warm, wet hole in front of him that he gets to sink into once he’s prepped.

Lube.

He needs lube right now.

“Stay,” Rowan tells him with a firm push to his lower back.

He crosses the room to the supply table, grabbing a new travel-sized bottle of lube—a white-and-green bottle with Good Clean Lovebio-nudeprinted on the front. Definitely not the KY he’s used to, but this brand touts that it Works the Way You Dothanks to some sort of Bio-Match technology, and Rowan’s a little skeptical, but he figures if anyone’s gonna have good quality lube, it’s gonna be a sex club.

He should have gotten the lube before they started, given what Mal told him earlier, but they kind of went from zero to a hundred, both clearly eager to get on each other again. Next time, Rowan tells himself, he’ll be better prepared.

From the short distance away, he takes one more moment to admire Mal, upper body still pressed into the mattress, thick legs straight except a tiny bend at the knees so they don’t lock and risk him passing out. He’s fucking beautiful, and Rowan’s dick twitches in his pants at the sight of him waiting for him.

He doesn’t look as long as he wants, but long enough to commit the sight to memory to jerk off to later.

When he takes his place back behind Mal, he runs a hand along his lower back, above the jockstrap, and asks, “You good?” to check in.

“Yeah,” Mal replies.

“Good.”

And as much as Rowan likes him in this position, with his legs still so close together, he can’t open him up as much as he needs to.

He nudges the back of Mal’s thigh with his knee. “Take ’em off,” he says, though Mal had already clearly received the memo, as he steps out of his pants, pushes them off one foot after the other, then kicks them to the side.

As soon as they’re off, Rowan grabs the back of Mal’s right knee and hauls it up on the bed, stretching Mal wide and giving him much easier access to his ass. And Malgoeswith it, huffs out a breath of air, maybe of surprise but definitely not of anything resembling disapproval.

Rowan wastes no time in running a palm between Mal’s cheeks, over the slick hole he’d had his mouth on minutes ago. And the other man all but whimpers at the contact, much firmer than Rowan’s tongue had been.

“Fuckin’ love this, don’t you?” he asks rhetorically.

He’s not expecting a reply—he doesn’t needone to know what the answer is—but Mal makes another one of those strangled “Mmm!” noises that makes Rowan’s dick twitch.

“Yeah. Course you do.” He huffs out a laugh, preps two of his fingers with a generous coat of lube, and circles his hole with his fingertips. “Bet you couldn’t fuckin’waitto feel me again. Bet the second your ass went back to normal after the gangbang, you shoved every toy you had up there, just to see if any of ’em felt like me.” Rowan punctuates his cocky rant by sliding his index finger in to the last knuckle.

“Hnnng!”

“I know they didn’t.”

Rowan pumps his finger in and out slowly, letting Mal adjust despite his already shoving his hips back to get Rowan deeper. Perfect. He indulges him after a few moments, adding in a second finger if only because Rowan would have done the same thing if he owned a fleshlight. Tried to mimic the feeling of Mal’s ass around him, only to realize that nothing could beat it.

“You said it yourself,” he continues, squeezing Mal’s asscheek with his free hand and feeling Mal jerk in response. “You prefer the real thing.”

He can barely see it from where he’s kneeling, but he glimpses the back of Mal’s head bob twice in a nod. Hears his breath practically echo in the room with how hard he’s breathing from two fingers.

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