Page 75 of The Menagerie

Another light stroke of his fingertips, this time directly over Rowan’s pulse point. Where Mal would surely feel the rapid rush of blood in his veins if he pressed a little harder.

“Good?” Rowan asks.

“Yeah.”

As Rowan’s clasping the second cuff on Mal, the room seems to grow twenty degrees warmer, and Rowan’s sure it has everything to do with the heated look Mal’s giving him. His gaze keeps him rooted in place, nearly causing him to fumble in tightening the cuff fully. He recovers quickly, hoping that Mal didn’t notice his near slip-up.

The smirk forming on his lips tells Rowan he isn’t so lucky.

Rowan grips his shoulders hard and spins Mal in place, tugging him back against his chest.

“Somethin’ funny?”

“No,sir,” Mal mocks.

Yeah,thatshit’s not gonna fly.

Rowan tweaks both of Mal’s nipples between his fingers, tugging on the hard buds until the other man is writhing in his arms, spine creased and head dipped back against his shoulder. It’s then that Rowan grabs both of Mal’s wrists and deftly clasps the connector on to each side, locking his arms behind his back.

“This is a good look for you, Mal,” Rowan tells him, testing the connector with one hand and resuming his assault on Mal’s nipples with the other.

Mal groans, chest puffing out as he presses into Rowan’s touch.

Even in their close proximity, Rowan marvels at the way Mal’s back muscles flex and his shoulder blades shift as he squirms. He lets himself explore Mal’s body, running over defined pecs and taut shoulders and down the deep curve of his spine, his skin warm and slick with the cooled sweat from the first half of their session.

He ends his journey again at the cuffs, tugging once more on the connector between Mal’s wrists, the light jingle of metal sending a jolt straight to his painfully hard cock.

Rowan feels a surge of desire race through him and abruptly spins the pair of them in place, shoving Mal face down onto the bed.

“Fuck!” he gasps.

Rowan ruts against his ass, utterly shameless in his need to watch his clothed cock slide between slick cheeks, further dampening his already ruined jeans. But God, the sounds Mal makes when Rowan grinds against him and tugs his arms taut are completely worth it.

“Gonna fuck you just like this.”

In a flurry, Rowan unbuttons his shirt and flings the tails out of his way as he pulls out his cock through his jeans and coats himself in lube. He doesn’t bother asking Mal if he’s ready. Hell,Rowan’sbeen ready since last week.

But the urge to tease Mal some more is stronger than the urge to be inside him again. He presses his cock to his own belly, letting the weight of it fall down and slap at Mal’s hole, the slick sound like a gunshot in the quiet room.

“Unnhhh….”

Rowan grips himself around the base, slapping at Mal’s hole over and over until it’s pulsating wildly and the lube is nearly tacky.

“Fu-fuck…. C’mon, fuck me!” Mal whines, raising his upper body up off the bed as best he can.

Smack!Rowan slaps the side of his thigh once before shoving him back down, hand pressed tight to his mid back.

He knows better than to shove his cock straight in when Mal hasn’t been properly fucked yet tonight, even if some dark part of his mind is growling at him totakeand thatMal would probably fucking love it.

Instead, he inhales, exhales, matching his own breath to the steady rise and fall of Mal’s back as he presses the tip inside, Mal’s hole swallowing it greedily like the beads earlier.

“Ohhhh,fuck….”

Inch by inch the tightness and the heat grows increasingly overwhelming, a droplet of sweat finally making an appearance, dripping down Rowan’s temple but doing jack shit to cool him. It’s hard to think that anything could quench the inferno threatening to engulf him—every tiny clench of Mal’s walls around him kindling in the fire.

Fully seated, he gives both himself and Mal a moment before starting a languid pace. A few thrusts to acclimate. When he feels Mal starting to get twitchy—hears his groans shift from breathy to impatient—he knows he needs to get a move on. And for once he fully agrees with him.

But he can’t resist the urge to watch his cock splitting him in half. He pries apart Mal’s cheeks, slick with lube. Hones in on the way his hole stretch-stretch-stretchesto accommodate him as he fucks into him.

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