“Now squeeze.”

At once, Mal’s walls clench around him like a vise, releasing after a second before tightening right back up. Fucking milking Rowan’s cock, for fuck’s sake, and it’s driving Rowan insane.

“Oh fuck…,” he gasps, forgetting himself and getting lost momentarily in this wild new pleasure he’s sure no one else has made him experience.

Mal’s calf flexes against his shoulder, and Rowan snaps out of the mini trance Mal’s ass had lulled him into.

He wraps his free hand around Mal’s cock, gathering the precome leaking onto his abs and slicking his hand, stroking him in time with his thrusts.

“Ohhh shit…,” Mal moans again, throwing his head back and pinching Rowan’s fingers against his upper back.

Rowan tears away the hand on Mal’s cock and smacks the inside of his thigh, leaving a slick red handprint in its wake.

“What’d I just fuckin’ tell you?” he snaps, slapping Mal’s other thigh to match.

Mal exhales heavily but looks down again, biting his bottom lip, probably to keep himself from saying something Rowan’s gonna make him regret. Only then does Rowan grasp his cock again and resume his thrusts, slow but deep and hard and so fucking good.

“Yeah…,” Mal breathes. “Fuck, faster….”

Rowan huffs a laugh. “Thought I told ya you didn’t get to ask for anything.”

He pulls out completely, thrusting in to the root and withdrawing fully again. Driving every inch of his cock into the slick heat of Mal’s hole.

“C’mon.”

“Told you, Mal. I’m gonna fuck you how I want.” Two sharp snaps of his hips. “Gonna get my cock nice and wet, then shove it down your fuckin’ throat and make you quit bitchin’.”

“Nnggg….”

Rowan drives into him, balls slapping obscenely against his ass.

“Can beg if you want, though.” Rowan locks eyes with Mal, who snaps his gaze up from where it had been dutifully trained on Rowan’s cock. “Might get ya somewhere.”

And he must be desperate, cock pink and hard and leaking precome all over Rowan’s fingers, because he barely wastes any time before whispering, “Please….”

The best sound in the fucking world.

“There you go. Such a good slut.” Rowan rewards Mal and stops torturing himself, slamming his hips into him at full force.

The slap of their bodies is loud and slick and nearly a better mix of sounds than Mal’s gasped moans.

“Fuck! There….”

Rowan switches from full-length thrusting to short, fast strokes over Mal’s prostate, bending his knees to angle up and drive the tip of his cock into the sensitive spot. And fuck, it’s doing as much for him as it clearly is for Mal, the other man flushed and panting beneath him, legs shaking where they’re propped on Rowan’s shoulders.

Barely a minute later and Mal’s entire body is trembling, no doubt straining with the effort of holding the position and from the assault of Rowan’s cock on his prostate and his hand stroking him in firm tugs.