He rises up, locking eyes with Mal as he lines up and slowly, slowly starts sinking, legs shaking with the effort of not dropping straight down. As soon as the tip pops past Rowan’s rim, he sees stars, vision dotting white at the stretch. But it feels good, exactly what he needed after an exhausting couple of weeks. He sinks farther onto Mal’s cock and further into a blissed-out headspace that he barely registers when he’s fully seated, only noticing the sharp press of Mal’s hip bones against the back of his thighs.

“Fuck…,” he gasps, unable to stop himself.

Mal echoes the sentiment, arching his back lewdly off the bed and squirming so that his cock creates a maddening pressure against Rowan’s walls. And fuck, Rowan’s so full. His heart and his hole and holy shit does it feel good. The burn hits just right, a slow sizzle in his belly that spreads to his limbs. Rowan knows instantly that this is going to be better than every other time he’s bottomed, few and far between as those times were.

Because it’s Mal. Mal’s cock filling him up, Mal’s toned chest spread out beneath him, Mal’s cutoff whimpers filling the air and being swallowed straight into Rowan’s lungs with each shuddering breath.

“Rowan…,” Mal gasps, eyes wide like he’s straining to keep them open.

Rowan runs a hand up Mal’s chest, feeling each ridge of his abs beneath his fingertips.

“Tell me how it feels, Mal.”

“Good… fuck. Feel so hot and tight. N-need….”

“Whaddya need?”

“Need you to move, please….”

Rowan squeezes Mal’s pec, thumbing over one pert nipple and making Mal jolt up, cock driving impossibly deeper into him.

“Yeah? How bad d’you need it?”

Mal mewls. “So bad… feel so fuckin’ good.”

On shaking legs, Rowan rises up halfway, then grinds back down and feels the stretch all over again as Mal’s cock spears back into him. Rowan’s jaw drops, slack against his chest as he rises up farther and drops down with a lewd slap!

“Fuck, Mal… you’re hitting so deep. Can you feel it?”

“Yeah, holy fuck….”

It’s unlike anything Rowan’s felt before. Satisfying and filling and fulfilling in a way that he feels down to his goddamn bone marrow.

He picks up the pace, legs rising and falling and generating a slow but steady rhythm, occasionally rocking back and forth and grinding when the pressure of Mal’s cock inside him is too much to take. Finally, after what feels like ages, Rowan lets out an audible gasp, fingers clenching furiously around Mal’s waist as he grinds Mal’s cock against his prostate.

“Ohhh…,” Rowan moans. “Right there.”

“There?” Mal echoes desperately.

“Yeah, fuck…. Feels good.”

Mal groans, straining against his cuffs. “Wanna make you feel good.”

“You always do, Mal.”