Page 96 of The Menagerie

With little effort, he urges Mal to squirm back on the bed, following and settling between his legs.

“Wish you could see yourself like this,” Rowan tells him, feeling the taut muscles of his thighs as he spreads his legs and presses them against the bed as wide as they’ll go. “All spread out for me. Look fuckin’ perfect.”

Mal draws a shuddering breath and dips his head back into the bed. For a second, Rowan’s gaze is pulled in by the bob of Mal’s Adam’s apple as he swallows around nothing. His fingers itch.

But he snaps back to the moment, once again annoyed at being so easily distracted by the man in front of him. When he’s not eventryingto be distracting, for fuck’s sake.

In this position, it’ll be much easier to bring Mal to the edge over and over again.

He starts with the vibrator again, pressed lightly against Mal’s balls as he strokes his shaft, hard as he’s ever been in his hand.

Finally he grabs the masturbator. Squirts a generous dollop of lube inside it and a trail of it along Mal’s shaft that makes his stomach quiver. Touches the opening to Mal’s tip and slowly, slowly slips it over his cock, sheathing it all at once.

“Nnnggg!” Mal groans.

“Feel good?” Rowan asks, starting a slow rhythm with the masturbator even as Mal’s hips start fucking up into his fist.

Rowan sees him nod, but he reminds him, “Words, Mal. Tell me.”

“Yes,fuck….”

“Good. I wanna hear you. Don’t hold back. I’ll know if you do.”

With that lingering between them, Rowan sets to work, tightening his grip and pumping the toy over Mal’s cock in long, teasing strokes. Tossing the vibrator aside and sinking two fingers into Mal’s hole once again.

“Ooh! Yes,shit….”

“That’s it.”

Rowan’s entranced by Mal’s cock emerging from the masturbator. Slick and pink and hot even through the silicone toy. With all the attention he pays to his ass in their sessions, his cock is perfect in its own right. And now the way it penetrates the toy and the way his hips roll up into every thrust has Rowan’s mind running wild imagining Mal insidehim.

Their roles are pretty well established, but they’ve both made it clear that they get an itch to change things up every once in a while. Fuck, he can picture it perfectly—ordering Mal to fuck him exactly how he wants. Not letting him come until Rowan’s had his fill. Letting him finish inside—something no one’s ever done.

But Rowan’s traitorously wandering thoughts are jolted back to the present when Mal’s hands strain against the cuffs, trying to reach his cock, only to be stopped by the rattle of the clasps.

Rowan huffs a gentle laugh.

“If you really wanted, you could reach.” He pulls the toy off nearly completely, teasing at the tip of Mal’s cock in short, barely-there strokes. “Use those muscles of yours to twist the cuffs around and make me go faster. But I can tell you wanna be good for me and keep your hands to yourself. Isn’t that right, Mal?”

The noise that Mal makes is somewhere between a growl and a whine, sitting low in his throat as he flings his head back against the bed in frustration.

“Answer me.”

Now Rowandoespull away completely. Fingers still pumping away inside, though he should take that away too. But—

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” Rowan presses, slipping the toy over the head of Mal’s cock for barely a second before pulling off.

“Nng, fuck… wanna be good.”

A flutter of pride swells up inside Rowan. “I know you do. So you just lie back and quit trying to run the show.”

Mal’s mouth works like he wants to say something else, but he doesn’t. He bites his bottom lip and lets his body relax, even lightening the furious clenching of his hole around Rowan’s fingers.

“Good. Now where were we?”

This time, he’s not expecting an answer, and he doesn’t wait for Mal to offer one before stroking fast and tight around his cock with the toy, the slick sounds bouncing off the walls of the room. He adds a third finger too, pumping them in as fast as the friction will let him.

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