“Shit, shit, shit—” he gasps, Rowan lifting his head up from Malcolm’s chest to see the man’s hips stutter as he comes with a long groan.

“Fuck yeah, fill him up.”

“First of many tonight!”

“Best cumdump in all’a Boston.”

As all the men around them chime in, the white guy Malcolm had dubbed Tweedle Dum (or Dee) grunts from the side of the bed, furiously jerking his cock as he comes on the leather pad.

Malcolm must see it, and he doesn’t sound happy about it. “Jesus. If you ain’t gonna fuck me, at least jerk off on me.”

The guy has the decency to look sheepish. “Sorry, man. You’re fuckin’ hot.”

“No shit, Sherlock. Better get it up again before the night’s over.”

Cupcake laughs low. “Don’t wanna disappoint the cumslut. Nine loads just won’t do it. My turn next.”

He shifts around on the bed, the other man pulling out as Cupcake gets in place. He tugs Malcolm farther down the bed until his ass is right on the edge and throws his legs over his shoulders. With no hesitation, he pushes inside, Rowan noting that his cock is significantly bigger than the last guy’s.

Still not bigger than his, though.

And still not too big for Malcolm’s apparently very greedy ass to handle.

Cupcake sets a faster pace than the last guy, and Malcolm responds instantly, back arching off the bed, eyebrows and toes scrunching.

“Mmm, fuck, like that.”

Rowan makes a mental note that Malcolm likes fast and hard.

The guy fucking Malcolm clearly knows how to use his dick, but his stamina is limited to short bursts every minute or so, and even as an almost exclusive top, Rowan can tell that it’s not doing anything for Malcolm after a short while.

With little warning, he pulls out with a gasp, apparently not wanting to finish yet. “Shit, that was good.”

“For you maybe,” Malcolm mutters under his breath.

“You wanna go?” the Japanese guy who fingered Malcolm earlier asks Rowan.

“Not yet.”

He does, but he wants to wait. Wants to see what everyone else has to offer before he steps in. Because cocky as it is, he knows he can make Malcolm fall apart on his dick.

The other guy shrugs and climbs onto the bed, nudging Malcolm to roll over onto his stomach and move up until his head is near the edge of the bed. He straddles the back of Malcolm’s thighs as he pushes into him in one quick motion, punching out a gasp from him. Rowan rounds to the front of the bed and takes advantage of Malcolm’s open mouth by shoving his dick in. It’s been neglected for far too long.

“Mmf!” Malcolm pants but immediately sets to work. It’s as good as the first time, maybe even better due to him being fucked from behind and driven deeper onto Rowan’s dick with each thrust.