Their eyes lock, and Rowan can’t help but run a hand across Mal’s cheek, melting at the way Mal nuzzles into it, eyes fluttering shut. It’s too intimate, and Rowan doesn’t want the contact to end. But he forces himself to, knowing that he can’t handle any more heartache from how badly he wants them to be more than what they are.

He shifts his efforts, focusing now on the feeling of Mal inside him. Rowan’s thighs are straining as he rides Mal to his heart’s content, filling him in all the right ways. It feels so fucking good, hitting Rowan deep and stretching him wide over and over as fast as his legs will let him. Nailing his prostate on every thrust and sending pulse after pulse of pleasure coursing through him.

Mal fucks up into Rowan as best as he can, short, stuttering hitches of his hips that meet Rowan’s ass each time he rises. It reminds him of the day Mal kissed him—how he’d been fucking up into the masturbator with wanton abandonment before collapsing down onto him. And God, Rowan wishes it would happen again. Wishes he could feel Mal’s lips for real and hold him close and kiss him breathless.

Breathless, like he’s getting now just thinking about it. His limbs are aching with exertion, but he feels the pleasure in the base of his spine, and he doesn’t want it to end anytime soon, but he’s getting close. He can tell by the quiver of Mal’s thighs beneath him that he’s nearing his end too.

“Rowan, please… wanna… need to touch you.”

Rowan dips forward, breath ghosting against Mal’s cheek as he reaches to unclasp Mal’s wrists from behind his head.

Immediately, Mal’s hands latch on to Rowan’s hips, nails digging into the skin in a way that makes Rowan’s belly curl with the possessiveness of it. They breathe into each other’s space, a bubble all their own that Rowan’s sure will pop if he exhales a little too hard, eyes locked and sparks crackling between them at the intensity of their gazes.

“Fu-fuck… gonna… Rowan, I need—”

“I got you,” Rowan says, hands raking up Mal’s chest, squeezing at his pecs and ghosting over his neck. Hips never losing rhythm. “No one’s come in me before. Wanna feel it. Feel you. You gonna give me what I want, Mal?”

“Yeah… wanna….”

He wasn’t sure he even would feel it. But as Mal spills inside him, he feels the warmth, the fullness with every pulse of Mal’s release, and it’s the hottest fucking thing that’s ever happened to him.

And when Rowan comes moments later, with a desperate cry as he releases across his fingers and Mal’s chest, it’s with one hand over Mal’s heart and the other around his throat.