He takes his place between Mal’s spread legs once more, shuffling forward as far as he can. With a generous coating of lube, he takes both their cocks in one hand, stroking them together and making a keening cry spill out of Mal’s mouth.

“Oooh, fuck!”

“Thought you might like this. Feel good?”

Mal nods frantically.

“C’mon, Mal. Wanna hear how much you like it.”

“Feels so fucking good… big hands around both’a us.”

“Yeah, know how much you like my hands, Mal. Tell me all the time.”

Likes that they’re big and can span most of any one of Mal’s body parts—his torso or his hips, sure, but especially that he can completely encircle Mal’s wrists with plenty of room to spare. That he can completely cover Mal’s neck.

Rowan’s instantly harder than he thought possible, fucking into his fist and feeling the slick slide of Mal’s cock against his own. It’s hot and firm, and he can feel every vein and every twitch as he rubs them together, hips and fist working overtime to chase the pleasure.

Mal’s jaw falls slack once more, hitting his chest briefly before his entire head thrashes back against the pillows and his thighs tighten around Rowan’s waist. It looks and feels and sounds like Mal’s seen God, and it sends Rowan’s ego into overdrive.

“Shit… gonna…. Please, don’t wanna—” Mal mumbles, one arm slung over his mouth and muffling his words as he writhes against the bed.

But Rowan gets the gist anyway, quickly removing his hand and watching Mal’s chest finally deflate in reprieve.

“Can’t have you coming too soon,” Rowan laughs. “Haven’t even gotten my hands on you where we both want ’em yet.”

Rowan runs a hand up Mal’s torso, feeling his taut abs quiver under his touch. He skirts his fingers to Mal’s neck, ghosting over his clavicle and the hollow of his throat. Mal’s body is racked with a shudder as he moans.

Rowan slides back onto his heels, slicking his cock in lube and wiping the excess on the sheets before pushing Mal’s legs up to his torso.

Their eyes meet as Rowan slides into him in one long motion, eyes fluttering shut at once again being inside Mal’s tight heat. It’s a feeling like no other, one that threatens to drive him insane each and every time. A heavy, gut-wrenching feeling that hits him in every single cell in his body. At first he keeps the pace slow, letting Mal adjust once more to his size and girth. When he feels Mal’s heels dig into his lower back, driving him forward, he picks up the pace ever so slightly.

Rowan fucks into him languidly, right hand resting on Mal’s clavicle.

“Rowan… choke me,” Mal rasps.

He looks so desperate yet so eager that Rowan relents at once, a thrill rushing through him. This is it. The moment he’s been waiting for. The moment Mal’s been waiting for.