Rowan doesn’t do anything like ask the crowd what to use on Mal first. Because he knows what he wants to use on Mal first. He picks up the clover clamps from the table and saunters back to Mal with the clamps jangling in his fingers. Mal breathes hard through his nose when he sees the clamps, something they’ve introduced over the past couple months of their relationship after their brief dalliance with them during one of their first scenes. Something he really fucking likes. He squeezes his eyes shut as Rowan opens the first one, poised above Mal’s hard nipple.

“Watch,” Rowan tells him.

Mal’s eyes flutter back open, and Rowan forces him to look down as he fastens the first clamp around one pert nipple. Mal moans, loud and unabashed, squirming in his restraints.

“Good. Now the other.”

Open. Clamp. Moan. Louder this time now that both nipples are subject to the same onslaught.

Rowan tugs gently on the silver chain connecting the two clamps, causing Mal to jerk forward off the cross, hips and chest jutting out as far as they can from where he’s bound. Another small tug has him crying out, gasping a moan, and wringing his hands.

“Feels good?” Rowan asks, though he knows the answer.

Mal nods frantically.

Smack! Rowan’s palm rains down on Mal’s left pec, just shy of where his nipple is turning red from the clamp.

“Fuck!”

“Answer me when I ask you a question.”

“Y-yes. Feels fucking good.”

“Better.”

Rowan crouches down beside Mal, raking his nails down his chest and thighs on the way as he settles on his knees. He runs a palm over Mal’s bulge, the black-and-gold fabric of his jockstrap stretching but not revealing its contents. Mal groans and tosses his head back as Rowan gropes his ass, massaging each cheek in his hands. It isn’t until Mal’s greedily hitching his hips back that Rowan reaches for the lube and the prostate massager.

Mal’s never been a big fan of vibrators, but they bought the toy a couple of months ago, and it made Mal come harder than he pretty much ever has in three minutes flat, so it’s the perfect toy to tease him with tonight.

Because Mal needs to last the whole night without coming until Rowan lets him. Rowan has edged him plenty of times by now, but this will be the most intense session by far. Not only because of the numerous toys he brought with them, but also because of the added stimulation of dozens of pairs of eyes watching their every move. Eyes that Rowan can feel on him as he works a lubed finger into Mal’s hole. Mal moans, hips jutting forward in an attempt to work Rowan’s finger deeper inside him.

Smack! Rowan rains a hand down on the inside of Mal’s thigh.

“Hold still.”