Page 184 of The Menagerie
Rowan watches Mal’s eyes dip down to his own cock as another bead of precome wells up at the tip.
“You wanna taste?”
Mal nods, face flushed.
Rowan grabs Mal’s hand, gathers a drop of the precome on Mal’s index finger and guides it back up to his mouth. The pearly liquid all but dissolves on Mal’s tongue as he sucks his own finger into his mouth.
“Mmm…,” Mal hums.
“So fuckin’ hot, Mal. How ’bout you get my fingers nice and wet for me, hmm?”
Rowan slips two of his own fingers into Mal’s mouth alongside his, feeling Mal’s tongue immediately coil around his digits and soak them in saliva.
“That’s it, just like that.”
As Mal sucks on Rowan’s fingers, Rowan gives his cock a few cursory strokes. He can feel Mal’s moan vibrate through his fingers and down his wrist, a direct line to his own sorely neglected cock. Their eyes meet—Mal’s lidded and heady—and Rowan can feel his own pupils dilate further.
Once Mal’s got Rowan’s fingers nice and coated, Rowan pulls them out and immediately dips them between Mal’s cheeks and circles his tight rim in teasing spirals until he’s able to slip inside to the first knuckle.
Above him, Mal moans softly.
“Give me the lube,” Rowan instructs.
Dutifully, Mal reaches to the bedside table and then passes a bottle of lube—the same Good, Clean Love brand that they use at the Menagerie—to Rowan.
As Rowan opens him up with his fingers, it’s all he can do not to rock forward and thrust into the mattress. He’s more turned on than he can ever remember being in hislifewatching Mal gasp and listening to him whimper as Rowan stretches him. He’s got Mal’s legs hiked up over his thighs, lower back arching off the mattress as he thrusts onto Rowan’s fingers.
“Rowan, wanna see you…,” Mal whines, apparently not content with Rowan still being fully clothed.
Laughing gently but not unkindly, Rowan withdraws his three fingers from Mal’s hole, pulls off his T-shirt, and tosses it onto the pile of clothes on the floor.
“That good, your highness?”
“All of you….”
Mal sounds like he’s halfway to being fully fucked out, not like he’s only been caressed and fingered for twenty minutes or so.
Rowan could argue the point that he shouldn’t be taking orders from his sub, but it’s not that kind of mood tonight. Not really. And Rowan would be lying if he said he didn’t want to be naked in arealbed with Mal fuckingyesterday.
So he gets off the bed, keeping eye contact with Mal as he unbuttons his jeans and steps out of them, pulling his socks off in the process. Grabs at his hard cock through his briefs for a moment before shucking those off too. He stands before Mal fully naked, and the hungry look in the other man’s eyes pulls him back to the bed like a magnet.
He takes his place between Mal’s spread legs once more, shuffling forward as far as he can. With a generous coating of lube, he takes both their cocks in one hand, stroking them together and making a keening cry spill out of Mal’s mouth.
“Oooh,fuck!”
“Thought you might like this. Feel good?”
Mal nods frantically.
“C’mon, Mal. Wanna hear how much you like it.”
“Feels so fucking good… big hands around both’a us.”
“Yeah, know how much you like my hands, Mal. Tell me all the time.”
Likes that they’re big and can span most of any one of Mal’s body parts—his torso or his hips, sure, but especially that he can completely encircle Mal’s wrists with plenty of room to spare. That he can completely cover Mal’s neck.
Rowan’s instantly harder than he thought possible, fucking into his fist and feeling the slick slide of Mal’s cock against his own. It’s hot and firm, and he can feel every vein and every twitch as he rubs them together, hips and fist working overtime to chase the pleasure.
