Rowan quickly adjusts his grip, holding one of Mal’s wrists in each hand, still crossed over one another, and immediately starts up a punishing pace, fucking into him hard and fast like they’ve both been craving.

“Fuuu-huuuh-ck!” Mal keens, breath punched out with every drawn-out syllable.

Fuuu-huuuh-ck is right. Rowan’s in heaven; he’s gotta be. Because nothing on earth could possibly feel better than Mal clenching around him, taking in all of him over and over and pushing his hips back in time with Rowan’s thrusts and moaning so beautifully for him.

Heat spreads quickly from his groin to his core and to his limbs, that sweet burn that means he’s getting close—already? Fuck—and he’s gotta change something or else he’s gonna come early, merely minutes after he’d started fucking Mal for real.

Rowan pauses his thrusts, letting go of Mal’s wrists and sliding his hands up to the crooks of his elbows. In a quick jerk, he tugs him up off the bed, nearly flush to his chest, Mal’s surprised gasp cut off quickly by his loud moan as Rowan slides deeper inside him. The lube from his ass spreads around Rowan’s pubes, sticking to Mal’s skin where they’re pressed together.

He feels Mal’s biceps flexing against his fingers as he holds him mostly upright and resumes fucking into him, just as rough but not quite as quickly as before, now that he’s supporting the full weight of Mal’s upper body.

“Feel so fucking good,” Rowan grunts over the rhythmic slap, slap, slap of skin and the wet shlick, shlick, shlick of the lube that’s dripping down the back of Mal’s thighs.

Mal mutters a long string of curses in return, head dipping forward and showing off the full length of his spine and the deep V between his shoulder blades from where his arms are pulled taut behind him.

“Thought about this all fuckin’ week,” Rowan tells him. “About how fuckin’ perfect you were last time and how… how good you’d be again, just for me.”

“Mmm, fu-fuck, me too.”

And shit, hearing the sentiment echoed in Mal’s voice makes Rowan’s whole body shiver with want, and God, he’s slipping, switching out of that Dominant headspace and into regular desperate-to-get-off headspace, but hopefully Mal will cut him some slack. If the near-constant gasping and moaning pouring from his lips is anything to go by, he probably has.

But he’s gonna blow soon, so fucking soon, it’s a miracle he’s lasted this long. And he wants Mal to get off first.

He fucks into him close to a dozen more times, aiming to hit his prostate each time, or at least have his cock drag past it. Fucking his full length in deep is so utterly satisfying that it takes everything he has to keep his grip on Mal’s sweaty arms and not let him fall completely.