Page 55 of The Menagerie

“Come on, Mal. Only good boys get the cock they want.”

Press.Drag.Whimper.

Then, finally, “Please….” A sweet, low whisper that’s music to Rowan’s ears.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me.”

“I am fucking you.” A roll of the hips, as if to prove his point.

“Fu-fuck—”

“Gonna have to be more specific, Mal.”

Rowan can’t help it—saying Mal’s name. Loves the way it rolls off his tongue, hangs in the air, makes the other man blush. He can see the color spread over the back of his neck and to his shoulders as he fucks into his tight heat.

A low groan, then, “Pleasefuck me harder.”

Perfect.

Rowan complies, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in, the slap of his hips against Mal’s ass like a gunshot.

“Mmm!”

He knows what Mal wants. He wants it hardandfast, but he only asked for hard, so that’s all he’s gonna get. He keeps his thrusts slow, a long few seconds between each sharp, hard thrust. And it’s good, it’sso good, but Rowan’s hoping he’ll realize that he needs to ask forexactlywhat he wants soon, because this is driving him crazy.

“Fu-fuck,please….”

Thrust.

“What is it, Mal? This not doin’ it for you?”

Thrust.

“Faster…please.”

Thrust.

“Faster, huh? Shoulda said so.”

Rowan quickly adjusts his grip, holding one of Mal’s wrists in each hand, still crossed over one another, and immediately starts up a punishing pace, fucking into him hardandfast like they’ve both been craving.

“Fuuu-huuuh-ck!” Mal keens, breath punched out with every drawn-out syllable.

Fuuu-huuuh-ckis right. Rowan’s in heaven; he’s gotta be. Because nothing on earth could possibly feel better than Mal clenching around him, taking in all of him over and over and pushing his hips back in time with Rowan’s thrusts and moaning so beautifully for him.

Heat spreads quickly from his groin to his core and to his limbs, that sweet burn that means he’s getting close—already? Fuck—and he’s gotta change something or else he’s gonna come early, merely minutes after he’d started fucking Mal for real.

Rowan pauses his thrusts, letting go of Mal’s wrists and sliding his hands up to the crooks of his elbows. In a quick jerk, he tugs him up off the bed, nearly flush to his chest, Mal’s surprised gasp cut off quickly by his loud moan as Rowan slides deeper inside him. The lube from his ass spreads around Rowan’s pubes, sticking to Mal’s skin where they’re pressed together.

He feels Mal’s biceps flexing against his fingers as he holds him mostly upright and resumes fucking into him, just as rough but not quite as quickly as before, now that he’s supporting the full weight of Mal’s upper body.

“Feel so fucking good,” Rowan grunts over the rhythmicslap, slap, slapof skin and the wetshlick, shlick, shlickof the lube that’s dripping down the back of Mal’s thighs.

Mal mutters a long string of curses in return, head dipping forward and showing off the full length of his spine and the deep V between his shoulder blades from where his arms are pulled taut behind him.

“Thought about this all fuckin’ week,” Rowan tells him. “About how fuckin’ perfect you were last time and how… how good you’d be again, just for me.”

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