As Rowan reaches over to the nightstand to get the lube, Mal hikes up one leg, spreading himself wide for Rowan. After squeezing lube onto his fingers, Rowan wastes no time in working Mal open. He’s still so slick and open from last night that it takes only minutes for him to get Mal panting and writhing in Rowan’s arms.

“C’mon…,” he whines.

“Always so impatient,” Rowan says and laughs, dipping forward to kiss Mal’s neck as he continues to finger him.

“Mmm, fuck….”

Rowan sucks a bruise on Mal’s neck as he pumps himself, spreading the lube on his cock. And as Rowan slides into him, he gasps and feels his abs tighten as Mal’s heat envelops him. Mal moans, a bright and beautiful sound in the quiet of the room. His head dips toward his chest, and Rowan takes the opportunity to kiss behind his ear as he pulls out and thrusts back inside.

“Oh fuck… feel so good, Mal….”

“Rowan, fuck me….”

A swoop of desire fills Rowan’s belly as he fucks into Mal in deep, slow thrusts. A breathy sigh greets every thrust as his hips press hard into Mal’s ass. Mal hikes his leg higher, gripping under his knee to open himself more to Rowan, allowing him to slip impossibly deeper inside.

They move together, hitches of hips and breath as Rowan slides in and out of Mal’s heat. He chases his pleasure, clutching on to Mal for dear life, as if he’ll vanish if Rowan doesn’t hold him tightly enough.

“Fuck! There…,” Mal moans.

Rowan obliges him, alternating grinding against his spot and pistoning into him, turning him into a moaning mess in his arms. It’s like his hips have a mind of their own as he fucks him, Mal clenching around him eagerly and with abandon. He’s sucking him in deeper, deeper, undoubtedly bruising his ass as he drops his leg and reaches back to pull Rowan closer.

The position is good—incredible, even—hitting deep and hard and letting Rowan feel Mal’s muscular back pressed firmly against his chest. But it’s been too long since he’s seen his face. Too long since he kissed his lips.

“Mal, turn over. Wanna see your face.”

Rowan pulls out and they swap positions, Mal on his back with Rowan nestled in between his legs.

He can’t look anywhere but Mal’s face as he slides back in, watching that perfect mouth part in pleasure. Fully seated, he dips down, catching Mal’s bottom lip between his own, tugging gently with his teeth.

He keeps the pace slow, drawing whimpers from Mal’s lips as he kisses him deep. And fuck, it’s all so perfect, so warm and filling and fulfilling that he can’t help the words that escape him.

“Fuck, I love you,” Rowan whispers against his lips, hips moving on their own as his body fills with emotion.

He hadn’t meant to say it, but weeks—hell, months—of keeping it to himself has felt like a lifetime.