“Mmm…,” Mal whimpers, burying his face in Rowan’s shoulder and muffling the sound.

With his free hand, he drags Mal’s head up by his hair. “Wanna hear you, Mal.”

A smooth tug and the second bead is out, Mal’s groan this time loud and clear.

“That’s it. In this room, your noises are mine.”

Pop. Moan. Pop. Moan.

The next two beads in quick succession.

“Ooooh, fuck….”

Mal’s thighs quiver around Rowan’s waist as he twirls the string of beads around his rim, teasingly pulling at the last bead.

“Last one. Think you deserve my cock yet?”

Mal scrunches his eyes tight, nodding vigorously against Rowan’s chest, rustling the fabric of his shirt.

“Oh yeah? Whatcha done to deserve it, huh?”

Rowan shifts his grip on the beads and presses another one back inside.

“Fuck….” Mal pants above him, fingertips clawing into Rowan’s biceps as he continues to rut his cock into Rowan’s lap. “I….”

“You what?”

Rowan pops another bead back in, circling his fingertip around the pulsing rim as soon as the bead is nestled inside. Wishing it was his cock probably as much as Mal does.

“I… fuckin’….”

“Haven’t done shit,” Rowan finishes for him. He slips a finger in Mal’s hole, rubbing along the bead inside him and pressing it toward his prostate. “Been a brat all night, as usual.”

A whoosh of breath escapes Mal’s mouth, and Rowan can feel the moisture from his breath dampening his shirt. But there’s no reply. No rebuttal defending his actions. Only a subtle shaking from his prostate being stimulated and his hard nipples brushing against Rowan’s shirt like Rowan wanted.

“Lucky for you I’m feelin’ generous today.”

He tugs the string of beads fully out, one by one, quickly replacing them with two of his fingers to feel the flutter of Mal’s hole clenching.

“Fuck!”

“Off,” Rowan orders, withdrawing his fingers and shoving at Mal’s shoulder.

With shaky legs, Mal climbs off Rowan and slips from the bed to stand on the floor, hard cock peeking out over the edge of the mattress, a thin trail of precome dripping tantalizingly.

Rowan swiftly sits up and rolls off the bed himself, then sinks to his knees in front of Mal, tongue darting out to taste the salty drop.

“Nnggg….”

Rowan sucks hard at the tip, not taking the rest of him in his mouth. He swirls his tongue around and delves into the slit when he feels Mal’s hands card through his hair. He drags himself off Mal’s cock and catches his wrist in a firm grip before he has a chance to pull away.

“Uh-uh,” he chastises.

He shoves his hand away and rises to his full height, Mal straining up at him even before Rowan wrenches his head back to force him to look farther up.

Rowan tuts at him. “And right after you said you deserved my cock, too.”

The glint in Mal’s eyes crackles with charged electricity, sending a tingling trail straight to Rowan’s dick.