And fuck, Rowan loves him. He’s gonna bottom for someone he loves, and it feels like it might as well be the first time ever. His heart stutters in his chest.

Gingerly, he coaxes Mal’s legs up and slides the plug into his slick hole to keep him full. When the base nestles against Mal’s ass, he lets out a long, low moan, hips grinding down onto the bed in an attempt to work the plug deeper inside himself.

Rowan laughs. “Even when you’re topping you can’t resist being filled, huh?”

“Mmm…,” Mal hums.

Rowan teases the toy, pressing hard with his thumb and dragging in slow, languid circles, grinding the toy against Mal’s walls. Mal lets out a low groan that Rowan feels vibrating through his fingertips.

“Hmm,” Rowan muses. “Sounds to me like I should fuck you, you’re so desperate for it.”

“N-no! Wanna feel you….” Mal pants, squirming against his restraints.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah… been—fuck! There!”

“Been what?”

“Been thinkin’ about it.”

“Tell me what you’ve been thinking about, Mal.”

Mal’s legs thrash wildly as Rowan starts pumping the plug in and out, each thrust a hard press that has Rowan’s own hole clenching.

“You,” Mal breathes.

Rowan laughs through his nose. “I’d hope so. What about me?”

While Mal strokes Rowan’s ego, Rowan toys with the plug in Mal’s ass, now twirling it in long, slow, sweeping arcs that drag across his hole.

“Your ass… fucking you… bet you’ll be—hnng!—be so tight.”

“Keep going.”

“Felt it on my tongue. So fucking tight…. Tasted so good….”

“It’s been a long time since anyone fucked me. Did’ja know that, Mal?”

“Nnng… no.”

“Gonna make it so good for you. Sit right on your fat fuckin’ cock and ride you till you’re beggin’ me to come. That sound good?”

Mal’s moan is answer enough, but Rowan still feels a rush of pride and lust when he whimpers, “Yes… so good….”

With one final push, Rowan nestles the plug all the way into Mal’s hole, making sure that it won’t fall out.

He meets Mal’s eyes, little more than thin slivers of gold that are nearly swallowed by blown black pupils. His cheeks are flushed a pretty pink color, and his dark brows are furrowed, probably from the pain of how hard he’s biting his lower lip.

Rowan swings a leg over Mal’s hips, straddling him and feeling his cock slide between his asscheeks. Mal’s thick and hot behind him, Rowan’s eyes fluttering at the contact. His belly swoops with a heady wave of desire, legs trembling as he reaches behind him to stroke Mal’s cock, spreading precome and lube from the bottle Mal had used earlier.