Mal groans, a deep, low sound that has Rowan’s own orgasm nearly ringing the alarm bells in his brain, and in a dozen more thrusts, Mal’s coming, spurting between them and slicking their already damp skin.

His walls ripple around Rowan’s cock, sucking him in deeper as he quakes in his arms. Rowan chases the pleasure, fucking deep into Mal’s body with wanton abandon. It doesn’t take much. He’s so turned on by having Mal in his arms and dozens of eyes at his back that it takes only a handful more thrusts before Rowan’s spilling inside him, body tingling like a live wire.

“Fuck…,” he gasps, still thrusting with aborted half thrusts, the pleasure of Mal’s ass quickly slipping to overstimulation the longer he stays inside.

He forces himself to still as his cock softens, Mal long since gone slack in his arms. He slips out with a rush of come and lube no doubt trickling down Mal’s legs as he gingerly lowers him to the ground.

Once sure that Mal has his footing, Rowan unwinds himself from Mal’s body and tucks himself away, uncaring of the mess now staining the front of his jeans and his briefs. With a hand to the side of his face, Rowan drags Mal’s eyes to meet his own. Rowan kisses Mal one last time, staking his claim for all to see. A gentle peck on the lips, but lingering. Pouring his love into a single kiss that has his limbs shaking all over again, this time with the weight of something more. Mal’s eyes flutter open when they part, and there’s a small smile on his lips that makes Rowan’s heart thud painfully in his chest.

God, he’d kill for that smile.

Rowan uncuffs Mal gingerly but quickly, massaging each wrist and stimulating the blood flow in his arms as Mal lowers his arms from above his head. He places a gentle kiss on the palm of each hand. Mal wobbles a bit once he’s freed, Rowan catching him easily and holding him close to his chest until he regains his balance.

“Did so good for me, Mal. So fuckin’ perfect,” he whispers.

Rowan unclips the nipple clamps quickly, both at the same time, knowing by now that Mal prefers the Band-Aid method rather than a slow release when it comes to the clamps. After wearing them for so long, he knows that removing them hurts almost as much as the initial sting of putting them on. Knows, too, that Mal’s nipples will be sensitive for days after, a fact which he’s going to take full advantage of starting tomorrow night.

Once Mal is finally freed of the cross and all his toys, the crowd begins to disperse with satisfied murmurs. A bunch of happy customers, it seems. Rowan feels a tingling swell of pride in him.