“Shut the fuck up.”

Unsurprisingly to Rowan, he does. No one acts like this much of a brat during sex unless they want to be put in their place. And boy does Malcolm exude the desire to have the fight stripped out of him.

With his other hand, Rowan cups either side of Malcolm’s jaw, squeezing but not getting the reaction he wants. He squeezes again, harder, flesh turning white under his fingertips, but Malcolm doesn’t budge.

“Open.”

Malcolm’s lips finally part, hot breath tickling the webbing between Rowan’s thumb and index finger. Rowan gathers his spit on his tongue, opens his own mouth with a raised eyebrow in a silent question as he’d done earlier. Malcolm said no kissing, but with everything he’s had done to him tonight, everything he’s reacted most violently to, Rowan can say with near certainty that he’ll love this.

In response, his eyes widen and he nods, a tiny dip of his head against the tight grip of Rowan’s hands, but a yes all the same.

Perfect.

Rowan spits into his mouth, pushing in the few droplets that don’t make it with his fingers and pressing his jaw shut.

“Good. Keep that warm for me till I’m done with you.”

Malcolm’s whimper tells him everything he needs to know about how he feels about that.

Rowan pushes him back down onto the bed, the smaller man bouncing up an inch with the force of it, and tugs him by his thighs until he’s nestled perfectly against Rowan’s hips. And he wants to focus on the sight of his cock pushing into his sloppy hole, pink and open and leaking a steady stream of come from a half dozen other men, but more than that, he wants to watch Malcolm’s face.

Wants to see the look in his eyes when he realizes he’s about to be fucked properly for the first time tonight.

It doesn’t disappoint. As Rowan pushes into the tight heat, Malcolm’s eyes widen, his eyebrows shoot up, his nostrils flare, his chest heaves. His mouth stays firmly shut.

Good.

Despite having the largest cock in the room, Rowan doesn’t give him more than a moment to adjust as soon as he’s worked all nine inches into him. Because he knows full well that Malcolm is a size queen, and that he likes a bit of pain, and that he’s been ogling Rowan’s dick all night, eagerly sucking it down every time Rowan presented it to his waiting lips.

And finally being inside him?

Fucking heavenly.

He’s almost willing to take back the negative thoughts he’d had about everyone else coming so soon with Malcolm’s hole gripping him like a vise, but he doesn’t want this feeling to end. This heat radiating from his dick through his core and straight out to all his limbs, burning where his hands are wrapped around Malcolm’s sweaty thighs. He wants this moment to last forever.