“Yeah,” Mal replies, hitching his hips up in a slow grind, abs flexing tantalizingly. “They all did somethin’ about it, though.”

Yeah. He needs to get on him right the fuck now.

“Changed my mind,” Rowan tells him. In one swift motion, he pushes Mal’s knees to his chest then off to the side, using the momentum of the motion and one hand under his lower back to flip him onto his front. “Think I like you on your knees better.”

“Fuck—”

“That’s the plan, but do you think you deserve it?”

Mal huffs out a breath that sounds entirely too self-satisfied for their current positions. “Think you’re gonna fuck me whether I deserve it or not.”

Smack!

Rowan slaps his right asscheek hard, hand stinging with the effort.

“Ah!”

Rutting his cock against the back of Mal’s thigh, Rowan spanks him again. “I got a whole wall full’a toys that can get me off, Mal. Don’t need your slutty ass.”

And boy if that isn’t the biggest lie Rowan’s ever told in his life. Because he does, in fact, very much need Mal’s ass. Is very much going to fuck him whether he deserves it or not. Even if Mal had done nothing but disobey him this whole time, he’d still fuck him at the end ’cause he fuckin’ loves it too. They both fuckin’ love it.

But he has a role to play, and that role right now demands making Mal beg for it.

Mal props himself up on his forearms and arches his back, sticking his ass out like he had at the gangbang. Right before the first guy fucked him. Rowan has to grip the base of his dick to stave off the desire to come from the sight and memory alone.

Instead, he casually snaps the straps of the jockstrap, enjoying the way Mal’s ass all but jiggles with the force of the elastic snapping back into place.

“Pft. Look at you. So fuckin’ desperate, huh?” Rowan shoves two fingers deep inside him, pressing against his prostate once before pulling away and focusing on simply dragging his fingers in and out.

“Hn!” Mal’s head dips to the bed, legs widening on their own.

Like he’s fucking presenting himself to Rowan, and fuck if that doesn’t make his dick throb.

“Yeah, you are. Fuckin’ obvious, really.” Rowan reaches over to grab the lube he’d thrown on the corner of the bed and slicks himself up while he fingers Mal. “But I wanna hear it. Just like last time.”

There’s only a brief hesitation before Mal replies in a quiet voice, “Fuck me.”

His tone is nowhere near as desperate as Rowan knows he’s feeling right now, if the breathless whimpers he’s letting out and endless straining of his muscles are anything to go by.

So Rowan withdraws his fingers and grinds his slick cock between his cheeks, the tip catching on the rim of Mal’s hole, making the other man whine.