After slapping his ass, Rowan finally pulls out and dips down to retrieve the plug from its resting spot atop Mal’s panties.

“Gonna keep all this inside you,” he says, pushing the plug into Mal’s used and leaking hole.

“Fuck….”

“Though,” Rowan muses, spinning Mal in place by the hips, “be a shame to waste this strawberry lube.”

Rowan drags the plug back out and grasps the sides of Mal’s face. “Open.”

Mal’s eyes dip half closed, pupils blown wide as he parts his lips and sticks his pink tongue out a fraction of an inch. The sight makes Rowan’s spent cock dribble onto his slacks even as he drags the plug across Mal’s lips, eyes rapt as a streak of his own come is lapped up by an eager tongue. And when Mal’s lips close around the toy and hollow out in a filthy suck, Rowan nearly gets hard again as his blood rushes south.

“So good for me,” Rowan coos, thumb stroking his cheek as Mal cleans off the plug.

“Mmm….”

“That’s good, open.”

Mal complies, cheeks flushed and hairline sweaty. As Rowan tugs the plug back out, a dribble of spit and come follows that he swipes at with his thumb and sucks into his own mouth. The taste is bitter on his tongue, but Mal’s moan is sweet.

“Fuck….”

Rowan feels the heat radiating from Mal’s body as he slides the plug back between Mal’s cheeks. “Keep that inside you. Consider it your birthday present.”

Another soft groan is his only response before Rowan drops to his knees and swallows Mal’s cock down to the root.

“Ohhh…!”

Fingers rake through his hair and tighten with each bob of his head and flex with each flick of his tongue. It’s been far too long since he’s had Mal’s cock in his mouth, their scenes frequently playing out the other way around.

It barely takes any time at all before Mal’s groaning, “Shit, gonna… Rowan!”

“Mmm….” A silent signal to do it.

As Mal’s come floods Rowan’s mouth, it feels like they’ve reached a milestone that has Rowan greedily drinking him down. His cock starts to soften in his hand as he laps up the last few drops of come before tugging Mal’s panties back up and letting the elastic snap around his hips.

“Goddamn…. Happy fuckin’ birthday to me.”

Rowan huffs a laugh through his nose and stands, fastening his slacks before cupping Mal’s cheek in his hand and meeting his eyes. His fingers burn where their skin meets, but not nearly as much as the sparks that sizzle between their shared gazes. Mal dips his head to Rowan’s shoulder, one hand resting firmly on Rowan’s hip.

And this part… it’s a little hard to navigate, isn’t it? Because how the fuck do you do aftercare in a public bathroom?