The sounds of the unknown man a few feet away dissolve into nothing as he lets Mal adjust to his cock. Only for a moment until he feels him clenching around him, milking his cock for all it’s worth. He fucks into him deep, with one hand still covering his mouth and the other bruising his hip. And when he pulls out fully, then thrusts back in with enough force to make the door hinges rattle, Mal whimpers loud enough to be heard over the sound of running water in the background.

“Not a fuckin’ word, Mal,” Rowan whispers in his ear, grinding into him. “Unless you want the rest of the club to know what a slut you are for my cock.”

Beneath him, Mal shudders and reaches up to clench his knuckles on the top of the stall door. Shoves his hips back and groans against his fingers.

“Pft,” Rowan snorts, even as his stomach churns with anticipation. “Have it your way, then.”

His muscles are on fire as he fucks into Mal at a brutal pace, not caring about the cacophony of slick skin slapping and sweet moans echoing off the tile.

As he fucks him, it’s immediately different than every one of their scenes. The thrill of being in a public place, away from the sanctity of the Menagerie, and knowing that Mal had planned this—that he’d chosen to be with Rowan when he could have easily had his pick of any number of men in the club—gets his heart racing faster than his hips.

“Ohh, fuck,” Mal groans on one particularly hard thrust.

“That the spot?”

“Yeah, fuck me…. Harder.”

“I got you.”

Time passes slowly as the heat rises in the stall and in Rowan’s core, but in the blink of an eye, Rowan’s on the verge of coming. He holds off, wanting to give Mal a birthday fuck he’ll never forget, and manages to get Mal’s knees shaking beneath him and his knuckles turning white against the top of the stall door.

“God, look at you,” Rowan praises, grinding his hips into Mal’s ass and reaching around to grasp his leaking cock. “So fuckin’ good for me, Mal.”

“Feel so fuckin’ good…,” Mal moans. “Fill me up like nothin’ else.”

“No one else.”

“Nng!”

He pumps Mal’s cock in time with his thrusts, but the tight heat encompassing Rowan’s own cock is too much to bear.

“Gonna come inside you. Tell me you want it—wanna hear you.”

“Yeah, fuck, do it. Fill me up….”

His heart and his head and his hips race toward his finish, and with a shuddering exhale that racks his entire body, he empties inside Mal in hot pulses. For a long minute, he allows himself to rest his forehead against Mal’s neck and catch his breath as he softens inside of him.

“Rowan…,” Mal whines, shoving his ass back against him.