Page 94 of The Menagerie

For once, Mal listens the first time. And if he hadn’t already made it clear that tonight wasn’t going to be their usual, Rowan would have been able to tell from that fact alone.

Before he leans in, his gaze drops to the two snakes tattooed on the back of Mal’s ankle, side by side, one slightly smaller than the other. His mind races, but he buries his face between Mal’s cheeks and lets himself forget.

The panties get in the way of him fully going to town, so he keeps his touches light and slow as he works him open, the feel of him against his tongue by now a familiar one that Rowan can’t get enough of. Like the small gasped exhales Mal makes each time Rowan’s tongue flicks over his hole or his lips seal over it.

With one final lick, he rises and slips the panties back in place, the fabric forming a perfect crease between Mal’s cheeks.

Rowan secures the cuffs around Mal’s wrists first, the motions easy in their familiarity. The thigh cuffs are the same as the wrist cuffs—black leather lined with short fur—but these are larger and have four D-rings around each cuff.

“How high do you want ’em?” Rowan asks. There’s no worn hole like the wrist cuffs, which tells him that maybe Mal hasn’t used these as often.

“Around my tattoo.”

Oh.

The delicate strip of lace tattooed around his right thigh, midway up. Rowan had almost forgotten about it, having seen it so often, but it’s the perfect height for the cuffs. As he secures the first cuff over the swell of his quad, it completely hides the lace, leaving only the tattooed knife showing on the side. The second one follows, and the sight of Mal’s wrists and thighs wrapped in leather kicks up his heart rate a notch.

“Okay?” Rowan asks, slipping a finger in each cuff to check the tightness.

“Yeah.”

The blindfold is next. It’s sitting on the bed, right in front of Mal, who picks it up and wordlessly holds it behind him.

And he’s not bound yet—hands still free and clear. The blindfold has an elastic strap rather than a tie. Mal could easily put it on himself. But Rowan takes it from him, pulse thrumming in his fingertips as he grabs the smooth black fabric and stretches it over the crown of Mal’s head. As he places it over his eyes, the softness of Mal’s hair tickles him as he adjusts the strap above his ears.

In front of him, Mal’s back rises in a deep breath that Rowan traces with his palms. Feels the solid muscle beneath his hands and the goose bumps that follow.

“There we go. All ready for me now.”

With much less force than he normally would, he pushes Mal’s chest flat on the bed and nudges his legs apart wider than his hips. And goddamn, the sight of those strong thighs bound in leather and those plump cheeks framed in bright red panties? Going straight to the vault of Rowan’s spank bank.

“Look delicious like this,” Rowan tells him, squeezing and spreading his asscheeks apart and watching the fabric pull taut, a wet spot in the center from his tongue mere minutes ago.

He tugs Mal’s hips back from the bed enough to free his cock from the panties, Mal gasping softly and dipping his head forward as Rowan pumps him to full hardness. The silk feels amazing against his hand, and he can only imagine how it feels against Mal’s ass and balls.

“Much as I like seein’ you in these, they’ve gotta go,” Rowan tells him, shucking down the panties and letting Mal kick them off. “Next time, wanna see you get ’em filthy. How’s that sound?”

All Mal does is moan softly.

“Tell me, Mal.”

“Yeah,” he replies, voice already husky.

“Good. Next time you feel like gettin’ pretty for me, I’m gonna ruin ’em.”

From there, he clips Mal’s wrists to his outer thighs and hefts his right leg up onto the bed, then digs back in to pick up where he left off. Mal moans, arches his back, and ruts against the bed as Rowan teases him with his lips and tongue until his jaw aches and his cock is straining in his jeans.

It’s only then, when Mal’s half incoherent in his noises, that Rowan grabs the vibrator. Pulls Mal’s cock back from under him, already flushed and starting to leak at the tip—leakingmorewhen he touches the tip of the vibrator under the head.

“Mmm,fuck!”

“Tell me whenever you’re close. You’re not gonna come till you show me how good you can be for me.”

The vibrations fill the room, drowned out only by Mal’s moans when Rowan drags the vibrator across Mal’s shaft. Lets it linger under his balls as he strokes over his hole with his thumb. Pushes the tip in and tugs at his rim while he slots his tongue in alongside. All the while seeking out every sensitive spot on Mal’s cock and balls with the vibrator. Finding which places make him jump, make him gasp, make him moan the loudest.

In no time at all, Mal gasps, “Fuck, gonna—”

As soon as the words reach his ears, Rowan’s pulling away from Mal completely, feeling the other man shake on the bed. Listening to him curse then heave a sigh. Watching him clench his fist and tug at his cuffs.

---