Page 72 of The Menagerie
Two.
Three. Four.
Three. Four. Three.
Two.
He pumps each bead in and out, marveling at the way each one disappears so easily. Equally marveling at the effect it has on Mal—a constant stream of moans and whimpers that makes it hard to tell if Mal likes the beads going in or coming out more.
Either way, it’s a delicious melody in Rowan’s ears. It makes him want to reward Mal with what he’s been near begging for since the start.
With a quick swipe of his fingertip to coat the fifth and final bead in the lube already dripping from Mal’s hole, Rowan ultimately presses the last bead inside.
“Fuuu—” Mal whimpers, body stilling save for a subtle quaking in his thighs.
Color Rowan impressed. He gives Mal a moment to adjust to the new fullness before again twirling the looped end around in a wide circle, tugging Mal’s rim. Mal gasps, arms collapsing beneath him, head buried in between as he shoves his ass back at Rowan.
Smack!
“Mmm!”
“Finally got what you wanted, huh? Only minimal bitching,” Rowan states, slapping each asscheek twice more in quick succession, watching as Mal’s back arches beautifully and his legs spread another inch apart.
Mal simply lets out a shuddering breath in response.
“Mmm,” Rowan hums in appreciation. He palms himself once, painfully hard from the lack of direct stimulation all night.
And really there’s no need for that. Not when he’s got such a willing partner right in front of him. He climbs on the bed, only pausing to kick his boots off before swinging his legs up beside Mal.
Mal looks up at him, eyes bright but back still arched and tense, no doubt from the fullness of the beads.
“Come here.”
There’s a brief hesitation before Mal crawls the two feet toward him, circling around to Rowan’s side and pausing next to his thighs.
“Straddle me.”
Again, that moment of hesitation, Mal eyeing Rowan’s pristine jeans.
But Rowan doesn’t want hesitation. He wants to beobeyed. He rakes his hand through Mal’s hair, tugging once his fingers meet the roots.
“Didn’t shove the beads up your ears, Mal. Let’s go.”
He doesn’t wait for Mal to respond before tugging harder toward his lap. Mal fumbles with a mumbled, “Fuckin’….” as he swings a leg over Rowan’s thigh and settles below his lap with a wince.
“Fuckin’what?”Rowan challenges, yanking him up by the ass until he’s firmly seated above his cock.
“Gonna ruin your—nnng!”
Mal groans deep as Rowan grinds his hips up, driving his hard cock between his cheeks.
“You’regonnado what I tell you,” Rowan replies, gripping Mal’s hips almost hard enough to bruise and dragging him forward in a filthy grind. “Move.”
He drinks in the sight of Mal’s eyes rolling back as he starts a smooth rocking of his hips, abs flexing and cock bobbing. Each roll a perfect, smooth drag across Rowan’s hard cock, punctuated by a stutter and a gasp as the beads are pressed deeper inside Mal.
“Tell me how it feels,” Rowan commands.
“Fu-full,fuck….”
