Page 95 of The Menagerie
It’s as hot as it is endearing.
“That was only the first one, Mal. Got plenty more where that came from.”
“Hnn….”
With that he touches the vibrator to Mal’s hole, slick with spit and quivering wildly as if trying to keep up with the pulses. But Rowan doesn’t let it linger, trailing it back down to his cock, delighting in the jerk of Mal’s hips and the continued clenching of his hand.
“Hold yourself open,” Rowan tells him.
“Can’t…,” Mal starts, half muffled from how he’s pressed into the bed.
“Try.”
He flexes his fingers, reaching toward his asscheek, fingertips barely able to dig in without the cuffs straining around his wrists.
“Can’t….”
“I got you,” Rowan assures, unclipping his wrist from the side D-ring and reattaching it to the one in back, giving him another few inches of slack to spread his cheeks wide and show off more of his hole. “Perfect. Stay like that.”
“Oh!” Mal cries out when Rowan squirts a dollop of lube on his hole and sinks in two fingers, keeping the vibrator firmly pressed against his underside of his cockhead.
He’s slick and warm, and Rowan’s fingers practically vibrate as much as the toy in the excitement of being inside Mal again. He works him open farther, stretching and tugging and gliding his fingers in and out, brushing against his prostate simply to feel Mal clench around him.
“Take my fingers so well, Mal. Look at you, already wanting more, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“Take this,” Rowan tells him, prying Mal’s fingers off his ass and slipping the vibrator into his hand. “Against your hole.”
Mal’s back muscles flex as his shoulders pinch together and he settles the vibrator against his hole, a soft moan following.
“Good. Keep it there.”
Only when the hum of the toy dampens from Mal’s grip on it does Rowan move away and start stripping his own clothes. Not for Mal’s enjoyment, thanks to the blindfold, but because the pressure against his cock is driving him crazy and the heat radiating off of Mal’s body might give him heatstroke. By the time he’s shucking down his briefs, he catches Mal silently pulling the vibrator away from him.
“Mal…,” he scolds. “Thought I told you totell mewhen you’re gonna come?”
“I….”
“That better not be an excuse. Do it again and you’ll be punished, understand?”
His voice is low when he replies, “Yes.”
Rowan guides Mal’s hand with the vibrator back to his hole while he strokes over the back of his neck and his shoulders, feeling the dip of his spine as his palms explore his back. Reassuring, hopefully. They didn’t discuss any kind of punishment tonight. Mal knows that, but he listens to the empty threat nonetheless.
Rowan climbs on the bed, settling to Mal’s right and gently guiding Mal’s face toward him.
“Open,” Rowan says, running a thumb over his slack bottom lip.
Mal’s lips barely part, hot breath ghosting over the tip of Rowan’s cock, a mere inch away.
“Mmm. Suck,” Rowan instructs, slipping his cockhead into Mal’s warm mouth. “Pull off if you need to.”
He normally wouldn’t give Mal the reminder—their understanding of one another’s boundaries and limits already familiar enough. But tonight, Rowan thinks he may need it. The way he’s responding so easily to everything Rowan says is similar to when he’s in or nearing subspace.
So Rowan doesn’t fuck his face like he wants to. Keeps his thrusts light and lets Mal’s lips dictate the suction and his tongue trail over his shaft however he pleases. Even with his limbs occupied and his sight taken away, his mouth is as talented as ever. Rowan pets his cheek and feels his cock bulge through with every press of his hips.
He could stay here forever, letting Mal suck his cock all soft and slow, but it’s obvious that he’s grown numb to the vibrator alone, and that won’t do. So Rowan pulls out, takes it from him and adjusts the clip back to the side of his thigh. He slips back onto the floor and hefts Mal’s other leg on the bed, flipping him onto his back in the process and drinking in the sound of Mal’s sharp inhale.
