Page 52 of The Menagerie

Mal closes his lips around his tip in a filthy semblance of a kiss. “Fuckin’love it.”

His words, sultry and low and gravelly from having his throat fucked, bypass Rowan’s ears and go straight to his dick, making his stomach clench and his balls tighten like he’s about toblowfor fuck’s sake.

And he’s gonna risk it, risk coming early, but, well, Mal said he wanted him to be rough. Said hefuckin’ loveshaving a cock in his mouth. So Rowan’s gonna give him what he wants.

Once again, he grips Mal’s hair, lines his cock up, and slams home, fucking his mouth fast and hard like he’s gonna do to his ass later on. A teaser. A promise.

“Hm-hm-hm-hm!”Mal groans with every thrust as Rowan’s cock hits the back of his throat and his balls slap against his chin.

His hands fly up to clutch at Rowan’s calves, and Rowan lets him, knowing that he probably needs the leverage and also that Rowan doesn’t want to stop to tell him to keep his hands in his lap.

God, he’s so fucking perfect.

Andfuck, it’s too much. Someday he’ll have Mal suck him off and swallow his come, but now he needs to stop. Needs to be inside his other hole again.

“Get up,” Rowan tells him, pulling out and dislodging Mal’s hands from his legs.

Mal obeys instantly, almosttooeager, and Rowan would comment on it—whether to praise or chastise, he has no idea—but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t equally as excited. Still, Rowan notes the slight wobble in Mal’s knees as he rises up in front of him.

Once Mal is at his full height, Rowan bends and hooks his hands behind Mal’s thighs, feeling the swell of his ass above, and lifts him quickly, then dumps him backward onto the bed—away from Rowan’s clothes—his weight manageable but still making his quads strain with the effort. Mal’s wide-eyed expression is fully worth it when he hits the pad with athump, his surprised look quickly shifting to lust.

And seeing him like that—splayed on the bed, chest and cheeks flushed, cock hard where it’s once again concealed by the jockstrap—nearly makes Rowan dizzy with want.

“Anyone ever tell you how good you look on your back?”

Instantly, Mal’s face flushes a beautiful crimson to match the color on his chest.

With a low chuckle, Rowan keeps his eyes on him and climbs on the bed between his legs, which part automatically for him. He settles in a wide, kneeling stance pressed against Mal’s ass. He ruts his cock against Mal’s, spreading his precome and Mal’s spit against the already-damp fabric of the jockstrap. The feeling is both electric andprimal, settling somewhere deep in Rowan’s gut.

“Yeah,” Mal replies, hitching his hips up in a slow grind, abs flexing tantalizingly. “They all did somethin’ about it, though.”

Yeah. He needs to get on him right the fuck now.

“Changed my mind,” Rowan tells him. In one swift motion, he pushes Mal’s knees to his chest then off to the side, using the momentum of the motion and one hand under his lower back to flip him onto his front. “Think I like you on your knees better.”

“Fuck—”

“That’s the plan, but do you think you deserve it?”

Mal huffs out a breath that sounds entirely too self-satisfied for their current positions. “Think you’re gonna fuck me whether I deserve it or not.”

Smack!

Rowan slaps his right asscheek hard, hand stinging with the effort.

“Ah!”

Rutting his cock against the back of Mal’s thigh, Rowan spanks him again. “I got a whole wall full’a toys that can get me off, Mal. Don’t need your slutty ass.”

And boy if that isn’t the biggest lie Rowan’s ever told in his life. Because he does, in fact, very much need Mal’s ass. Is very much going to fuck him whether he deserves it or not. Even if Mal had done nothing but disobey him this whole time, he’d still fuck him at the end ’cause he fuckin’ loves it too. Theybothfuckin’ love it.

But he has a role to play, and that role right now demands making Mal beg for it.

Mal props himself up on his forearms and arches his back, sticking his ass out like he had at the gangbang. Right before the first guy fucked him. Rowan has to grip the base of his dick to stave off the desire to come from the sight and memory alone.

Instead, he casually snaps the straps of the jockstrap, enjoying the way Mal’s ass all but jiggles with the force of the elastic snapping back into place.

“Pft. Look at you. So fuckin’ desperate, huh?” Rowan shoves two fingers deep inside him, pressing against his prostate once before pulling away and focusing on simply dragging his fingers in and out.

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