He slides his free hand up Mal’s chest, fingers skirting over his pecs and clavicle and up to his neck, like he had at the gangbang. He feels more than hears Mal’s sharp inhale at the contact, all the much hotter now that he knows that Mal is into choking. But he continues his trail up, cupping Mal’s jaw and turning his head to the side as he thrusts leisurely into him, feeling Mal open up around him.

“So fuckin’ tight for me,” he says in his ear as Mal shudders and clenches around him.

“Shit….”

And it’s nice, this slowness. Appreciating each other and getting accustomed to being connected again. But Mal said he wanted rough, so that’s what Rowan’s gonna give him. And if Rowan’s being honest, he wants to fuck Mal into next Tuesday.

Wants to ruin him like he promised.

In one swift move, he slides both his hands to Mal’s arms, wrenches them behind his back as he had before, and crosses them over one another.

Rowan holds him in place there, fucking into him hard three, four times, the slap of his skin against Mal’s deafening in the mostly quiet room.

“Guh!” Mal exclaims, breathless.

Yeah, that’s more like it.

Rowan switches his grip to once again hold both of Mal’s wrists in one hand and uses his other to shove at Mal’s midback to force him down onto the bed.

He falls with a soft thud and a surprised but satisfied-sounding groan.

“Fuck,” Mal swears again.

“Be good and stay just like that for me.”

Mal squirms underneath him, arms shifting as if testing out Rowan’s strength. Rowan almost lets him go, having not expected the resistance, but keeps his hold and tightens his grip, pushing Mal’s wrists into his lower back right over the band of the jockstrap.

“Mal…,” Rowan chastises. “That’s not being good.”

With his free hand, he spanks Mal twice on the side of the thigh, the muscle tensed on the second hit.

“Ohhh, fuck. May-maybe I don’t wanna be good.”

“Nah. I think you do.” Rowan pulls back his hips and snaps forward. “I think you wanna be real good.”

“Hnn….”

Rowan starts up his leisurely pace once more, keeping a firm grip on Mal’s wrists with one hand and squeezing his asscheek with the other. And fuck, he feels incredible, even at this slow pace, and Rowan’s not quite sure how he manages to keep talking through it.

“That wasn’t a no, Mal. ’Cause I’m right, huh?” Rowan changes his thrusts into a heavy grind, circling his hips while he’s fully seated, feeling Mal’s walls stretch to accommodate him.

A low whimper and a shifting of Mal’s hips is all he gets in response.

“Yeah.” Rowan laughs through his nose. “Big, tough, Thug Life Mal Savaryn wants to be good and be rewarded with a nice thick cock.”