He cradles Rowan’s balls in his free hand, rolling them deftly and tugging as he pulls back, and it’s so fucking good that Rowan can hardly think straight.

Shit.

Shit shit shit.

Rowan’s never been one to blow his load early, but he might right now because he feels like he’s going to pass out. And when Rowan tugs on his hair harder and Malcolm opens his eyes, shimmering gold nearly completely blacked out by blown pupils, he nearly does.

Fuckin’ incredible is right.

But he remembers the first guy who’d wrenched Malcolm’s head back and gotten the loudest groan of the night so far, and Rowan wants to get him to top that. He tangles both hands in Malcolm’s hair and holds the other man’s head still while he thrusts his hips—gently at first, earning him a whimper. Good, but not enough.

When he feels Malcolm’s jaw slacken, he pistons his hips harder, faster, until he’s fucking Malcolm’s face like he’s been dying to see someone do for the past however long it’s been, balls slapping against his chin. It’s not as tight as when Malcolm was in control, but fuck, it’s almost better, the fast friction driving Rowan insane. But he wants more, and he’d bet his life that Malcolm does too. So he thrusts in a couple more inches of his length, instantly causing a gurgling cough to bubble up as his cock hits the back of Malcolm’s throat.

The other man pulls off with a pant, catching his breath as spit dribbles down his red lips and his chin. Rowan quirks an eyebrow at him in a silent question, and in response, Malcolm wraps his hands around the back of Rowan’s thighs and sucks him back down.

“Fuck, that’s good. Knew you could take more,” Rowan tells him.

The calls from the men around them agree.

“Yeah, that’s all he’s good for.”

“Fuckin’ slut. Look at him gag for it.”

“Wonder if his ass is as greedy as his mouth is.”

Rowan drives his hips forward, fucking into Malcolm’s mouth, the faintest scrape of teeth every few thrusts making Rowan inhale sharply and fuck him faster, gripping his hair in warning. And each time he pulls, he gets a louder moan from Malcolm. The sounds rattle against his cock like a fucking vibrator, and Rowan’s going to come. He’s gonna come too soon like a teenager for fuck’s sake, and as much as he wants to fill Malcolm’s hot mouth with his come or paint his pretty face, he needs to control himself.

“Enough,” Rowan says, grabbing the base of his cock and pulling out.

Malcolm’s eyebrows knit together, but he pulls off with a pant before looking up expectantly, chest heaving.

“Get on the bed.”

“’Bout fuckin’ time we got this show started,” someone calls out behind Rowan.

He couldn’t agree more.