And he’s so fuckin’ pretty like that. Gorgeous. Eyes lidded but still open like Rowan told him, focused on him.

“Fuck,” Rowan breathes as Mal’s tongue delves into his slit. “Wish you could see yourself like this.”

Frankly, Rowan wishes he had better than 20/20 vision. Wishes he could see in HD with the way Mal’s devouring him right now and looking like he’s loving every second of it.

Rowan sinks his fingers into Mal’s hair, the only warning he gives him before thrusting into his mouth, cock hitting the back of his throat and making him splutter before Rowan pulls back. He keeps his cock in his mouth, just the tip, and lets Mal catch his breath.

The feeling of Mal’s hot breath on his cock sends a wave of pleasure through him and a spurt of precome to dribble out from his tip. And Mal outright whines at that before suctioning his lips around him again and locking eyes with Rowan, lidded and hazy as he lets Rowan’s cock sit in his mouth.

Waiting.

Waiting for Rowan to fuck his face like they both want.

And holy fuck, he’s perfect.

A curl of Mal’s tongue on the underside of Rowan’s tip is all the motivation he needs to fist his hands in Mal’s hair and slam forward into the wet heat of his mouth. He gives him no break this time, cock sliding in easily and Mal expertly keeping his teeth out of the way and taking nearly Rowan’s full length down his throat.

The hot suction of Mal’s mouth around him is heavenly, but the blissed-out look on Mal’s face is so much better. Rowan keeps Mal’s head mostly still between his hands as he fucks into his mouth, watching his eyes droop the more of his cock Rowan stuffs inside. By the time Mal’s struggling to keep his eyes open and is breathing hard through his nose, Rowan’s groin is pressed firmly to his face.

“Unh,” Rowan moans, drinking in the sight of Mal with his mouth full. “Fuckin’ made to suck cock, huh?”

He keeps thrusting in deep, hands sliding out of Mal’s hair to cup his cheeks on either side, fingertips pressed against the underside of his jaw to feel him swallow around Rowan’s cock. Feel the shifting of his muscles as Rowan holds him still. Mal gags, coughs, throat tightening around Rowan’s dick before he pulls out, and Mal moans openly, a beautiful “Hnnnn!” sound that lights Rowan’s belly on fire.

“Yeah, God. Tell me, Mal.”

Another thrust, not as deep but fast, driving himself in to the root and back out again. And then another strangled sound from Mal, like he wants to answer Rowan but can’t do that with his mouth full. Rowan grips his cock around the base, pulling out and rubbing the tip across spit-slick lips.

And when Mal works his lips around his head, like he’s sucking on a goddamn lollipop, well. That’s really all the answer he needs, but—