Rowan works the masturbator over Mal’s cock in torturously slow pumps, deliberately ignoring Mal’s moans and bitten-off pleas for more. He throws in the occasional twist, tightening his grip around the toy as he eases it toward the tip of Mal’s cock.

In no time, Mal’s babbling.

“Rowan… gonna come—”

“Don’t,” Rowan orders. “If you come, I’m not stopping.”

Mal whines, eyes screwed shut as he fights through what must be the overwhelming pleasure from the massager inside him and the masturbator working quicker and quicker over his cock.

“Fu-fuck! Gonna…!”

Rowan pulls away the masturbator immediately, watching as Mal’s body shudders from the sudden lack of stimulation.

“Fuck!” Mal whines, hips thrusting against nothing.

Rowan presses him firmly against the cross as Mal’s cock twitches in the air. A few excruciatingly slow moments pass as Mal’s body calms down and his eyes blink back open.

“Good,” Rowan praises, trailing a hand down the side of his cheek.

Rowan tugs the fabric of the jockstrap to the side, exposing Mal’s balls. He retrieves the vibrator from the table, turns the wand to the lowest setting, and nestles the head behind Mal’s tight balls.

The buzz dulls as it touches Mal’s sensitive skin, making him jump.

“Ohhh!” he gasps.

A few sessions with Rowan had changed Mal’s initial stance on vibrators. Now he’s whimpering freely, taking everything that Rowan’s giving him and all but begging for more.

Rowan works the masturbator back over Mal’s cock, setting up a languid pace. In no time, Mal’s shaking again, body a trembling mess as Rowan speeds up the masturbator. His cockhead pokes out through the opening with each pump, slick and pink and making Rowan’s mouth water with the need to taste.

He trails the vibrator across Mal’s perineum, not quite touching his hole but practically feeling it clench in anticipation.

Mal nearly comes again when Rowan places the vibrator under the tip of Mal’s cock, pumping away with the masturbator at the same time. But he doesn’t because he’s so good for him. Rowan can tell how badly he wants to come—muscles taut and quivering, breath heaving with every touch of the vibrator and every pump of the masturbator.

He brings him to the edge three more times, pulling away when he hears the telltale gasping moan that signals that Mal’s about to come.

“That’s it, baby. I want one more.”

“Can’t, Rowan…,” Mal whispers.

“I know you can. One more.”

“Nnng….”

Rowan cranks the speed of the vibrator and prostate massager up as high as they’ll go, the sound audible even over Mal’s ragged breaths and the slick sounds of men jerking off behind them. He strokes the masturbator furiously, vibrator trailing around his cockhead and over his balls and back to his hole.