“Make me.” The challenge is clear in Mal’s voice.

Rowan uses his free hand to grab Mal’s hips, shoving him back against the cross with a thud! that’s audible even over the lowly thumping club music and a few collective groans from their audience.

“You’re not exactly in a position to be a mouthy brat,” Rowan tells him, shoving a second finger inside.

Mal mewls. He tries to rock his hips forward, but he has no leverage, and Rowan’s grip on him is too strong. Rowan can see the hard line of his cock through the jockstrap, and he watches with rapt attention as his cock jumps as soon as Rowan’s fingers spear into his prostate. A loud moan is ripped from his mouth, cutting off whatever snarky retort he was about to make.

Rowan laughs low, fucking into him and brushing against his prostate on every other stroke, reveling in Mal’s gaspy moans and the desperate hitching of his hips under Rowan’s palm. He digs his nails into his hip, knowing that Mal likes the bite and the crescent-moon indentations that will be left over for at least the rest of the night, if not longer.

“Gonna fill you up,” Rowan says. “Get this perfect ass open for my cock. Have you begging for it by the time I’m done.”

“We’ll see about that,” Mal retorts, though it’s low and breathy.

Rowan smacks his thigh again, the sharp slap! of it echoing in the corner. He slicks the prostate massager in lube before sliding it into Mal’s hole and nestling it right against his sweet spot. Rowan flicks the remote, the toy buzzing to life and making Mal jump at the sensation. He can barely hear the low zzt, zzt, zzt of the pulsing setting as it whirs away inside Mal’s body.

“Let’s see how you do with this first. Then we’ll see about you begging.”

“Oooh…,” Mal moans, head craned back, exposing the long column of his neck to the stark overhead lights.

Rowan lets him stand there for a few moments, adjusting to the sensations. He runs his hands up and down Mal’s bare torso, feeling the dip and swell of his abs under his palms, tugging absently on the chain connecting the nipple clamps when Mal’s still for too long. It draws these tiny whimpers from Mal that head straight to Rowan’s already hard cock and make something feral coil in his belly.