Page 54 of The Menagerie

“So fuckin’ tight for me,” he says in his ear as Mal shudders and clenches around him.

“Shit….”

And it’s nice, this slowness. Appreciating each other and getting accustomed to being connected again. But Mal said he wanted rough, so that’s what Rowan’s gonna give him. And if Rowan’s being honest, he wants to fuck Mal into next Tuesday.

Wants to ruin him like he promised.

In one swift move, he slides both his hands to Mal’s arms, wrenches them behind his back as he had before, and crosses them over one another.

Rowan holds him in place there, fucking into him hard three, four times, the slap of his skin against Mal’s deafening in the mostly quiet room.

“Guh!” Mal exclaims, breathless.

Yeah, that’s more like it.

Rowan switches his grip to once again hold both of Mal’s wrists in one hand and uses his other to shove at Mal’s midback to force him down onto the bed.

He falls with a soft thud and a surprised but satisfied-sounding groan.

“Fuck,” Mal swears again.

“Be good and stay just like that for me.”

Mal squirms underneath him, arms shifting as if testing out Rowan’s strength. Rowan almost lets him go, having not expected the resistance, but keeps his hold and tightens his grip, pushing Mal’s wrists into his lower back right over the band of the jockstrap.

“Mal…,” Rowan chastises. “That’s not being good.”

With his free hand, he spanks Mal twice on the side of the thigh, the muscle tensed on the second hit.

“Ohhh, fuck. May-maybe I don’t wanna be good.”

“Nah. I think you do.” Rowan pulls back his hips and snaps forward. “I think you wanna be real good.”

“Hnn….”

Rowan starts up his leisurely pace once more, keeping a firm grip on Mal’s wrists with one hand and squeezing his asscheek with the other. And fuck, he feelsincredible, even at this slow pace, and Rowan’s not quite sure how he manages to keep talking through it.

“That wasn’t a no, Mal. ’Cause I’m right, huh?” Rowan changes his thrusts into a heavy grind, circling his hips while he’s fully seated, feeling Mal’s walls stretch to accommodate him.

A low whimper and a shifting of Mal’s hips is all he gets in response.

“Yeah.” Rowan laughs through his nose. “Big, tough, Thug Life Mal Savaryn wants to be good and be rewarded with a nice thick cock.”

He’s talking out of his ass, to be honest. Doesn’t knowshitabout Mal’s background other than that he’d been somewhat embarrassed about Rowan knowing his last time, that his dad was probably a piece of shit, and that he’s got a pissy attitude and halfway violent tattoos. But it doessomethingto the other man, judging by the instant spike in Mal’s breathing. He’d be willing to bet there isn’t a drop of gold left in his eyes, completely blacked out by blown pupils.

“I know you want it rough, Mal. And I’ll give it to you….” Rowan cuts off with a sharp, quick series of thrusts before returning to his slow,slow, pace. “But you gotta ask for it.”

And then there’s the tiniest whispered, “Rowan….” Softer than it had been earlier, and fuck if that doesn’t kick Rowan’s own heart rate up a notch or twelve.

“Mmm. You told me what you wanted earlier, before I started fucking you. Now should be no different.”

Hehadasked him to fuck him a few minutes ago. Told him via text that he wanted it rough. But now Rowan wants to hear him beg.Like he’d done at the gangbang. Like he said he never did for anyone.

And Rowan can probably get him there, if he just—

“Mmmm!”

Perfect. Changing the angle of his hips enough to hit that sweet spot, drag over it in slow, teasing pulls. Rowan keeps Mal’s wrists pinned but drags his other hand over the curve of his spine, sweat beading over his smooth skin.

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