Probably more carefully than he needs to, Rowan unfurls the first cuff and wraps it around Mal’s slender wrist, looping the strap through the eyelet and fastening it at the third hole. He folds both hands over the cuff, checking the fit, and feels Mal’s fingertips graze slowly, deliberately, across his wrist.

Looking down through his lashes, Rowan sees Mal watching him with half-lidded eyes, the gold of them so fucking bright even in the relative dimness of the windowless room.

Another light stroke of his fingertips, this time directly over Rowan’s pulse point. Where Mal would surely feel the rapid rush of blood in his veins if he pressed a little harder.

“Good?” Rowan asks.

“Yeah.”

As Rowan’s clasping the second cuff on Mal, the room seems to grow twenty degrees warmer, and Rowan’s sure it has everything to do with the heated look Mal’s giving him. His gaze keeps him rooted in place, nearly causing him to fumble in tightening the cuff fully. He recovers quickly, hoping that Mal didn’t notice his near slip-up.

The smirk forming on his lips tells Rowan he isn’t so lucky.

Rowan grips his shoulders hard and spins Mal in place, tugging him back against his chest.

“Somethin’ funny?”

“No, sir,” Mal mocks.

Yeah, that shit’s not gonna fly.

Rowan tweaks both of Mal’s nipples between his fingers, tugging on the hard buds until the other man is writhing in his arms, spine creased and head dipped back against his shoulder. It’s then that Rowan grabs both of Mal’s wrists and deftly clasps the connector on to each side, locking his arms behind his back.

“This is a good look for you, Mal,” Rowan tells him, testing the connector with one hand and resuming his assault on Mal’s nipples with the other.

Mal groans, chest puffing out as he presses into Rowan’s touch.

Even in their close proximity, Rowan marvels at the way Mal’s back muscles flex and his shoulder blades shift as he squirms. He lets himself explore Mal’s body, running over defined pecs and taut shoulders and down the deep curve of his spine, his skin warm and slick with the cooled sweat from the first half of their session.

He ends his journey again at the cuffs, tugging once more on the connector between Mal’s wrists, the light jingle of metal sending a jolt straight to his painfully hard cock.

Rowan feels a surge of desire race through him and abruptly spins the pair of them in place, shoving Mal face down onto the bed.

“Fuck!” he gasps.

Rowan ruts against his ass, utterly shameless in his need to watch his clothed cock slide between slick cheeks, further dampening his already ruined jeans. But God, the sounds Mal makes when Rowan grinds against him and tugs his arms taut are completely worth it.

“Gonna fuck you just like this.”