Page 73 of The Menagerie

“Wanted all of ’em in you so fuckin’ bad.”

He grabs Mal by the back of his neck, yanking him down so Mal has to slap the bed next to Rowan’s shoulder to keep from completely collapsing on top of him. Mal’s eyes widen, nostrils flaring, but he keeps up that delicious grind all the while without even being told.

“This what you wanted, Mal?” he demands, watching the other man’s eyelids flutter and a bead of sweat trickle down his temple.

“Want… want y-your…,” Mal starts, hips stuttering as much as his words.

Rowan slaps the side of Mal’s thighs, fingertips digging into the taut muscle and cutting off Mal’s words. He forces him to resume his grinding, feeling more than seeing the hitch in his breath at the way the beads must shift inside him. At the way the scratch of his jeans, soft as they may be, must bite into his heated skin.

Rowan reaches around Mal’s side, thankful for his long arms when he finds the loop on the end of the beads. He tugs Mal completely on top of him, feeling the heat and heft of his body like a weighted blanket, comforting despite the heady atmosphere around them. Mal hitches his hips, grinding his hard cock into Rowan’s as Rowan tugs the first bead out.

“Mmm…,” Mal whimpers, burying his face in Rowan’s shoulder and muffling the sound.

With his free hand, he drags Mal’s head up by his hair. “Wanna hear you, Mal.”

A smooth tug and the second bead is out, Mal’s groan this time loud and clear.

“That’s it. In this room, your noises aremine.”

Pop.Moan. Pop. Moan.

The next two beads in quick succession.

“Ooooh,fuck….”

Mal’s thighs quiver around Rowan’s waist as he twirls the string of beads around his rim, teasingly pulling at the last bead.

“Last one. Think you deserve my cock yet?”

Mal scrunches his eyes tight, nodding vigorously against Rowan’s chest, rustling the fabric of his shirt.

“Oh yeah? Whatcha done to deserve it, huh?”

Rowan shifts his grip on the beads and presses another one back inside.

“Fuck….” Mal pants above him, fingertips clawing into Rowan’s biceps as he continues to rut his cock into Rowan’s lap. “I….”

“You what?”

Rowan pops another bead back in, circling his fingertip around the pulsing rim as soon as the bead is nestled inside. Wishing it was his cock probably as much as Mal does.

“I… fuckin’….”

“Haven’t doneshit,” Rowan finishes for him. He slips a finger in Mal’s hole, rubbing along the bead inside him and pressing it toward his prostate. “Been a brat all night, as usual.”

Awhooshof breath escapes Mal’s mouth, and Rowan can feel the moisture from his breath dampening his shirt. But there’s no reply. No rebuttal defending his actions. Only a subtle shaking from his prostate being stimulated and his hard nipples brushing against Rowan’s shirt like Rowan wanted.

“Lucky for you I’m feelin’ generous today.”

He tugs the string of beads fully out, one by one, quickly replacing them with two of his fingers to feel the flutter of Mal’s hole clenching.

“Fuck!”

“Off,” Rowan orders, withdrawing his fingers and shoving at Mal’s shoulder.

With shaky legs, Mal climbs off Rowan and slips from the bed to stand on the floor, hard cock peeking out over the edge of the mattress, a thin trail of precome dripping tantalizingly.

Rowan swiftly sits up and rolls off the bed himself, then sinks to his knees in front of Mal, tongue darting out to taste the salty drop.

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