Rowan has to clamp down on the base of his dick to stop from coming immediately. And unexpectedly, for the second week in a row. His pride would never recover if his stamina got worse over time with Mal. As it is, his heart’s having a hard time keeping up with the stutter step that it’s beating into Rowan’s ears.

“Yeah,” he agrees after the near miss, fucking his full length in at a bruising pace. “And no one ever will.”

He doesn’t mean it to sound so possessive, but fuck if it doesn’t get Mal’s hole clenching deliciously around him.

Without breaking the rhythm of his hips, he unclasps Mal’s hands from one another and gets in another few deep strokes until Mal’s arms thud onto the bed. Only when he hears Mal’s soft gasp does he pull out and flip him onto his back, sit on his haunches, and inch forward until the tip of his cock teases at Mal’s hole.

They lock eyes, and Mal’s chest is heaving, a faint flush on his pecs and hips that makes the black ink of his tattoos shine. He’s fucking beautiful.

As Rowan slides back in, there’s a palpable shift in the air that’s ambrosia on his tongue, and he knows the scene isn’t going to end nearly the same way it started.

“Touch yourself.”

Mal grasps his red cock and starts furiously jerking off, clearly on edge and nowhere close to matching Rowan’s languid rhythm.

“Slowly.”

“Rowan….”

“C’mon, Mal. You held out longer than this last time.”

It’s risky, bringing up last time. But fuck it, he’s gonna lay all his cards bare.

“Wanna feel you when I come.”

Mal’s slack jaw and the way his hands forcibly slow around his cock tell Rowan his gamble paid off. As Rowan fucks in, Mal’s hand pumps up, fingers flicking over the tip. Out, down, their eyes never leaving each other. It’s the hottest moment of Rowan’s entire life, and the sweat mussing up his hair trickles down his temple and drips onto his clavicle.

The slow pace has his toes curling underneath him, and he knows he could come from this alone. Easily. Gladly.

But he still wants to wreck Mal. Show him that yeah, no one else will ever fuck him as good as Rowan can.

He hooks Mal’s legs over his elbows and lifts his lower half completely off the bed, pulling a soft “Fuck…” from him.

“Tell me when you’re close.”

It’s like his hips have a mind of their own as they piston into Mal. He doesn’t feel the sting of his hip bones crashing into the back of Mal’s thighs or the strain in his arms or the kink that’s going to develop in his neck from constantly shifting his focus between Mal’s hole and cock and face.

“Fuck, fuck! Oooh fuuuck!”

“That’s it, just like that,” Rowan pants between thrusts, heat rising to boiling in his core and balls tightening.