Page 71 of The Menagerie
Mal gasps, panting with his mouth open. A dribble of saliva runs over his bottom lip, and Rowan swipes at it with his thumb and pushes it back inside Mal’s mouth. Mal greedily tries to suck on Rowan’s finger, but Rowan pulls his thumb out and circles back behind Mal, palming his asscheek roughly.
Eager to get the show on the road, Rowan quickly lubes up the first bead and presses it against Mal’s waiting hole. There’s little resistance as he pushes it inside, mesmerized at the way Mal’s hole seems to swallow the bead.
“Hnng…,” Mal moans, dipping his head against the bed.
“Took that one right in, huh?” Rowan tugs on the bead, watching rapt as it starts to emerge. “Keep it in.”
Mal shudders lightly but dutifully clenches and sucks the bead back inside. The act looksfilthy, and it’s definitely doing something for Rowan.
“Next one,” Rowan warns, quickly lubing the second bead and pressing it inside after the first.
“Mmm….”
Good, but Rowan wants more.
He circles the rest of the string of beads, making the short silicone strand between the beads circle Mal’s rim, tugging on it enough to expose the end of the bead inside.
“Shit!”
Better.
Rowan’s hand rubs in a soothing motion over Mal’s ass as he pushes the next two beads inside in quick succession, Mal’s breathing growing harder with each one. He teases him, tugging the fourth bead halfway out before shoving it back inside, watching rapt as Mal’s hole adjusts and eventually swallows it greedily, closing back up like nothing happened.
“Last one,” Rowan tells him, again circling the strand around Mal’s hole to draw out more of those gaspy little moans from him.
“Fuck…do it, c’mon.”
“All together, these are almost as long as me. You sure you don’t want my cock instead?”
With a slow but firm tug, Rowan pulls the fourth bead back out, the scent of strawberry permeating his nose.
“Nnnng!”
“Seem to enjoy this just fine. Why bother with the last one?”
A slickpop, and the third bead’s out.
“Shit… fuckin’….”
When Rowan starts tugging the second bead out, Mal lets out an honest-to-God whine that sends a spike right through Rowan’s core.
“No!”
The word makes Rowan freeze.
“Color?” he asks quickly, hoping the panic swelling in his chest isn’t evident in his voice.
“Green, shit, fuckin’ green. Just need….”
Rowan’s relief is instant, washing over him like a tidal wave. Briefly he pictures himself leaning in, kissing Mal’s cheek and smoothing his hands over the backs of his perfect thighs, cooing at him that it’s okay. That he’ll give him what he needs.
But that’s not what Mal wants. Not what he asked for. So that’s not what Rowan gives him.
“What you need,” he starts, tugging the second bead out completely, to Mal’s audible dismay, “is to quit fuckin’whiningand let me play with you how I want.”
He reaches between Mal’s legs with his free hand, stroking his cock leisurely and finding that he’s hard as a rock. Good.
The beads are slippery with lube, making Rowan fumble them in his haste to position them back at Mal’s hole.
