As the tears form and spill, form and spill, Rowan stills Mal with a hand in his hair. With the other, he swipes at the tracks running down his cheeks, gathering the remnants of the liquid on his thumb and pushing it into Mal’s mouth alongside his cock. Rowan feels more than hears the other man’s moan—the vibrations traveling from his cock to his hips and making him cant up into Mal’s talented mouth, slick with spit from laving his tongue over Rowan’s thumb like it’s a fucking lollipop.

Rowan can’t settle for imagining the taste. Pulling his thumb back out, he wipes again at Mal’s cheek, replacing the tears with Mal’s spit. He sucks his own thumb into his mouth, the saltiness of Mal’s tears and his own precome mingling into a bitter taste that hits deep in Rowan’s core.

The reaction from Mal is instant, ragged breaths pattering against Rowan’s pelvis and eyes nearly rolling back in his head as he resumes sucking Rowan with a newfound fervor.

Rowan doesn’t know exactly what about the gesture got Mal’s blood pumping—having Rowan’s fingers in his mouth or swapping spit or simply the fact that Rowan’s managed to make him cry after only two sessions—but hell if he isn’t gonna do it as often as possible.

Mal lets out a strangled whimper as Rowan thrusts up into his mouth, cock once again hitting the back of his throat. Balls tightening, belly clenching, thighs shaking on either side of Mal’s face as he works furiously to bring Rowan off, and in no time—

“Fuuuck, that’s it. Gonna….”

The only acknowledgment Mal can give him is a soft “Mmm” as his eyes roll back then close tight, the remainder of the tears that have formed spilling over in a pretty cascade, and…

That does it.

Rowan’s hips jerk as he erupts into Mal’s mouth, unsure if his own groan or Mal’s is louder.

Gripping the back of Mal’s head, he keeps him there, jacking his hips to get deeper inside, keep feeling that warmth and that suction that’s driven him wild from the start.

And Mal moans right on through it, keeping his eyes open and lasered onto Rowan’s until he swallows, the back of his throat rippling around Rowan’s cock.

Rowan’s breath leaves him in a rush as his body stops vibrating and he comes down from the high of his orgasm as Mal sucks him clean. Cock finally softening, he pulls out of Mal’s mouth, a trail of spit still connecting the tip with Mal’s slick lower lip that nearly makes Rowan get hard all over again. The way he gets Rowan going is insane.

Rowan sinks down onto his knees, face-to-face with the flushed man as he runs a hand through Mal’s sweaty hair. Tilts his head up. Locks eyes with him and sees the blown pupils start to shrink, hazy look slowly dissolving to clear caramel-gold.

And he wants to kiss him.