In the haze of his orgasm, he wonders if Mal is into overstimulation—being made to come over and over until he’s coming dry. He’d look so hot like that—Rowan’s sure of it. He makes a mental note to ask him about it later on down the road. Mentally highlights and circles and underlines it too.

Now he pulls out gently, stroking over Mal’s back and sides despite the patches of sweat making an easy slide across skin difficult.

As soon as Rowan’s out, Mal collapses onto his stomach, face pillowed in his arms. A jolt of concern rips through Rowan as he drops to his knees next to Mal’s upper body, hand hovering above his mid back.

“Mal? You okay?”

A positive-sounding grunt is his only answer.

“C’mon, man, talk to me.”

Thankfully, Mal turns his head to face Rowan, eyes bright if half closed.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, voice hoarse. Then clearer, “I’m good. Was good, jus’ fuckin’… tingly.”

“Good tingly?”

“Yeah.”

Rowan lies on his side, running a hand over Mal’s shoulders and back. He thinks back to what Mal said he needed for aftercare—talking him down, light touches for any kind of impact play. While he only spanked him a few times, he was pretty rough for most of the night. He lightens his touch, fingertips barely ghosting over Mal’s skin but still firm enough to not be ticklish, if Mal is.

There’s a tiny trickle of warmth in his belly at the thought of this gorgeous, sexy, confident man being ticklish that Rowan forces down because it’s a little too much… something right now. A little too much.

“You did so good, Mal,” Rowan tells him in a low voice. “I’m so proud of you.”

A barely-there hum is Mal’s only response, and Rowan takes it as a good sign.

“Loved seeing you get so turned on. And being good for me, asking for what you needed.” He strokes through Mal’s hair, the strands damp with sweat but not deterring Rowan in the slightest. “I’m so lucky you trusted me enough to do this with you. See you like this. Fuck, you’re amazing.”

The words tumble out of Rowan’s mouth like they had last week, largely unplanned but no less sincere. Probably too sincere, if he’s honest, but he’s sure Mal will tell him that later if that’s the case.

A few quiet minutes pass, Rowan continuing to whisper to him while listening to the other man breathe and come down from the vigorous fucking they’d done.

And Rowan himself takes longer than normal to get his breathing and his heart rate under control, the sheer excitement of the night causing his heart to still beat erratically. He feels sated in a way he hasn’t in a long while, even more so than he did after the gangbang. An intense, deep sense of satisfaction at a pretty mind-blowing orgasm. But more than that, at being able to make Mal come again on his own. Being able to make him good tingly.