Page 78 of The Menagerie

“Fuck! There….”

Rowan switches from full-length thrusting to short, fast strokes over Mal’s prostate, bending his knees to angle up and drive the tip of his cock into the sensitive spot. And fuck, it’s doing as much for him as it clearly is for Mal, the other man flushed and panting beneath him, legs shaking where they’re propped on Rowan’s shoulders.

Barely a minute later and Mal’s entire body is trembling, no doubt straining with the effort of holding the position and from the assault of Rowan’s cock on his prostate and his hand stroking him in firm tugs.

“Fu-fuck… gonna… need—Rowan!”

God, it’ll never get old. Hearing Mal gasp his name.

“C’mon, Mal,” he goads, slamming into him with a force that nearly has his own vision whiting out. “Lemme feel that ass tighten.”

“Fuuuuck!” Mal cries, ass clenching wildly and cock spurting forcefully enough to paint his own pecs in come.

“Yeah, God, that’s it.” Rowan strokes him through it, the sight of Mal covered in his own come bringing back delicious memories of him from the gangbang. “Fuckin’ filthy. Look at you.”

And Mal can only whisper another “Fuck…” before Rowan’s pulling out and letting Mal’s legs fall to the floor and his back fall onto the bed.

Rowan climbs up as well and hauls Mal onto his knees, then positions himself between them, lying back but half propped up on one elbow. Mal widens his stance, arms still bound behind his back, and moves to dip down to take Rowan’s cock into his mouth. But Rowan stops him, swiping his hand through the streaks of come on Mal’s chest and stroking himself to coat his own cock in the mess.

Then he grips Mal’s hair and tugs him down so his mouth is hovering inches above his cock, lying flat against his belly.

“Taste yourself on me.”

Mal lets out a fucked-out little whine and leans down to lick a hot, wet trail from Rowan’s balls to the tip of his cock. He licks him several times more, cleaning his own come off Rowan’s cock and moaning with each swipe of his tongue.

The sensation is nice, but it pales in comparison to the sight of Mal swallowing his own come. Of him pausing each time before he slips his tongue back into his mouth to show Rowan the white streaks coating the pink. He mouths at Rowan’s cock the best he can without the support of his hands, knees widening to allow him to dip down farther.

“C’mon,suckme,” Rowan growls, lifting his cock with his free hand and slapping Mal’s cheek with it until the other man opens his mouth and turns to catch the head between his lips. “There ya go. Didn’t think I’d need to tell a cock slut like you to do your fuckin’ job.”

There’s some kind of garbled response in the back of Mal’s throat, but Rowan grips his hair to keep him from lifting off.

It’s clear that Mal’s struggling in this position, his balance thrown off without the use of his arms.

Rowan pulls him off his cock, the wetpopdulled by the thrumming in his ears, but he asks, “Color?”

“Green,” Mal responds instantly, lips slick and red.

Satisfied, he shoves him back down. And Rowan can see that Mal is still hard and dripping between his legs, still moaning and breathing ragged breaths through his nose as he sucks Rowan’s length. Barely the first few inches, actually.

“Took all of me last week. You outta practice already?” Rowan taunts.

Mal merely grumbles something in the back of his throat in response, a brat even with his mouth full. Rowan swings his leg around and shoves at Mal’s lower back with his heel, pressing him farther down onto his cock.

Mal sputters and chokes, swallowing around Rowan’s cock, driven deep into his throat, the spasming muscles sending a spike of pleasure through Rowan.

“Mmm,fuck, that’s better.”

As soon as Mal widens his stance and pulls back enough to catch his breath with a fucked-out sounding groan, all bets are off. Rowan grips Mal’s hair tight, guiding his mouth as he fucks up into it. And Mal rolls with it, mouth suctioning impossibly tighter around him, hot and wet and perfect.

Rowan wants nothing more than to scrunch his eyes shut and get lost in the feeling, but he can’t keep his eyes off Mal. Not only because he needs to make sure he’s still okay. But also because his cheeks are flushed and his hair is sweaty and he’s absolutely fucking gorgeous. Rowan brushes his thumb across his cheek, willing him to look up at him.

Eyes bright and shiny and—

That telltale heat swoops through Rowan as he sees the first prickles of tears in Mal’s eyes.

Still waitin’ for you to make me cry.What Mal had said at the gangbang. Except he didn’t think it would happen so soon. But it’s not enough. He wants the tears to fall.

He thrusts deeper, pulling Mal’s nose flush with his pelvis, cock sliding down the back of his throat.

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