Rowan wraps his hand around Mal’s throat, fingers spanning the entire width of his neck. He’s done this before, plenty of times. Mal and he both get off too hard on it to keep entirely away from each other, but to actually get to squeeze, to dig his fingers in and see Mal’s reaction to the real deal? He can hardly wait.

But he hesitates, stilling his hips and his hand. From here Mal’s neck looks so fragile. So pale and thin that all it would take is one wrong move and….

“You won’t hurt me,” Mal whispers to him.

Rowan feels Mal’s Adam’s apple bob beneath his palm. Feels Mal’s muscles ripple under his fingertips. Feels Mal’s chest rise and fall under his wrist.

And he squeezes.

Gently to begin with, until there’s the first sign of Mal’s mouth parting in a perfect O.

Then firmer. With more confidence as Mal’s skin tints from peach to pink to red. As his eyes roll back in his head and his eyelids flutter shut. As he clenches impossibly hard around Rowan’s cock.

Rowan fucks into him hard and fast, and he chokes him with a firm, steady grip that has a hoarse, wordless rasp of a cry dripping from Mal’s lips.

Rowan’s other hand caresses the side of Mal’s face until he manages to open his eyes wide enough for Rowan to see the gold nearly completely blacked out.

That’s all it takes, really. A few minutes of sustained thrusts and squeezing and Mal’s whole body is shaking beneath Rowan. He knows he’s hitting him deep, hitting him right where he wants it, and cutting off the sweet supply of blood to his brain and getting him right to that dizzying state that Mal so desperately craves.

Mal comes violently, with a wordless cry as he spills across his own stomach, a sticky mess that smears across Rowan’s lower belly as he fucks hard into him.

At once Rowan releases his hand from around Mal’s throat, and he watches the color rush back to his face. Mal takes great gasping breaths and pulls Rowan down by the back of his neck, pressing their foreheads together and breathing hot into the space between them like Rowan’s going to provide all the oxygen Mal’d gone without for the past few minutes.

“Fuck, Mal…” is all Rowan can say as he squeezes his eyes shut and comes in long, thick pulses that must fill Mal to the brim.

The strength of the orgasm nearly takes Rowan’s own breath away, forcing him to gulp down the air in the scant space between them to stop his limbs from shaking. He’s still inside Mal, but he can feel his cock softening and the come and lube leaking out onto the bed, and he knows he needs to pull out soon. But he wants to lie here, inside and surrounded by Mal, basking in the afterglow. He allows himself the luxury for a minute, maybe two, before he forces himself to pull out and roll over onto his back next to Mal, chest still heaving.