Page 98 of The Menagerie

“Can you do one more for me?”

Mal whines, “N-no. Can’t…,” but he doesn’t stop moving.

Doesn’t stop fucking up into Rowan’s fist and down onto his cock, so Rowan presses.

“I think you can, Mal. Give me a color.”

It takes two thrusts for him to respond.

“Green.”

“Good. One more. Then you can come.”

After a long night of being on edge, it takes less than a minute to bring him to the brink again. Rowan doesn’t even have to move his hand, Mal effectively stroking his own cock from his riding.

“Rowan… I’m…!”

Rowan tugs off the toy and grabs Mal’s hips as he rises up, pulling him off his cock and nearly hissing at the cool air surrounding his cock.

“Fuhhck….”

Rowan laments the fact that he can’t see Mal’s eyes as he shakes through another denied orgasm. He knows well enough from the past few weeks what a sight it is to look him in the eyes when he comes, see the glazed-over expression before his bright eyes roll back and his eyelids squeeze tight. He settles for watching the quiver of Mal’s abs as he hovers above him.

“Good. I’m so proud of you,” Rowan tells him, stroking his thigh with one hand and petting his cheek with the other. “Sit.”

Mal sinks back down as Rowan guides his cock back inside. He starts up his rhythm again, but it’s clear he’s at his limit.

Taking pity on him, Rowan asks, “Want your hands?”

Mal nods frantically.

“Still gotta use your words, Mal.”

“Yes,please….”

Rowan quickly unclasps both of Mal’s wrists from behind his back.

Immediately, Mal’s arms fly around Rowan’s neck like a life preserver, pulling himself closer and leaning in so he can fuck himself deeper.

It’s a thousand times better. The leverage Mal’s able to get with his elbows clamped around the back of Rowan’s neck and his short fingernails clawing into Rowan’s back is just right for him to rise up fully and drop himself down, a filthyslap, slap, slapechoing in the room. It’s all Rowan can do to keep the masturbator tight around Mal’s cock as his own is fucked raw, an electric charge building in his core with every clench of Mal’s hole.

“Fuck,justlike that, Mal. You close? Tell me.”

“Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah… wanna…,” Mal whines, hips starting to stutter once more. “Rowan, please… need—”

“Do it, Mal. Let go. Come for me. Been so fucking good.”

When Mal comes, it’s with a sob and a shudder that wracks his entire body. He falls into Rowan, blindly pressing his forehead against Rowan’s, and before he knows what’s happening, Mal’s soft lips are pressed firmly against his own.

The impact of his lips vibrates through him like a tuning fork, and Rowan’s pretty fucking sure there’s a ringing in his ears to match as his chest explodes in surprise. And then he’s coming, filling Mal up with their lips smashed together. He inhales sharply, frozen in place and breathing in the musky smell of Mal’s sweat.

Fuck. He wants this. He’swantedthis, but Mal is….

Mal is….

Malisn’tin the right state of mind.

Even without being able to see his eyes, he knows that he’sfarfrom with it right now. It’s only been a few seconds, but despite the racing in his mind, his body feels like it’s moving in slow motion, fighting against gravity and so fuckingheavywhere there’s usually lightness. And when he regains control of his limbs, it’s much harder than he thought it would be to cup Mal’s cheeks in his hands and gently tug himself away from his warm, plush lips.

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