Rowan bends to swiftly uncuff Mal’s ankles. His own cock is so fucking hard and straining against his jeans that he feels like he might actually explode if he doesn’t get inside Mal right now.

He rips his shirt off, tossing it to the side before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans and pulling his cock out through the slit in his briefs. With a cursory slicking of lube, he grips Mal by the underside of his asscheeks, hoisting him into the air.

Mal yelps, eyes flying to Rowan’s, widening a fraction before slipping halfway closed in a heated gaze that makes Rowan’s cock throb where it’s sliding against the back of Mal’s balls. With a quick check to make sure Mal’s weight is fully supported and he’s not hanging by his wrists, Rowan shifts his hips and in one swift motion, slides up and into him.

The inferno of Mal’s body is a welcome relief to the chill running down his spine caused by Mal’s loud groan. He gives him a moment to adjust before pulling out and fucking back in, a sharp thrust that creates a low slap! that’s swallowed by the men and the music in the background.

As he fucks into Mal, he sends a quick prayer that the cross is as thoroughly mounted as it looks. His pace builds and builds and builds, a lewd crescendo that pulls moan after moan after moan from Mal’s lips, voice hoarse with the strain.

The chain connecting Mal’s nipple clamps rattles with the strain of Rowan fucking Mal, hitting Rowan in the chest periodically. A cool burst of metal on his heated skin. In his arms, Mal’s a moaning wreck. Rowan knows how much he enjoys being manhandled, and this is right up his alley. He clenches tight around him, milking Rowan’s cock with every drop down.

Time ticks by too slowly and too fast all at once as Rowan loses himself in the feeling of Mal surrounding him. His arms begin to strain under Mal’s weight, but he pushes the pain aside, focusing entirely on the spot where they’re connected.

At this point the rest of the club is drowned out along with the ache in his arms. His mind zones in on his boyfriend, and Rowan pushes his body to its breaking point to give it to him harder, faster, better, pouring every ounce of strength and love into each thrust.

“Fuck, Rowan…,” Mal moans. “G-gonna… need to…. Please let me come….”

Rowan knows he wants a hand around his cock. But he also knows that he can’t do that for him without dropping him. So he presses closer, Mal’s cock trapped between their bodies and dripping with precome and lube and sweat.

“Do it, Mal. Know you can. Show me how good you are by coming untouched.”