He whimpers against the back of their neck, shuddering from another roll of pleasure down his spine.
"You're getting...ah...really, mmm, good at making me come on command," he just manages to gasp out that one-liner before...
"H-ah!"
His hands grip their hips with white-knuckle strength while his own body arches up nearly bending backward over the chair. This orgasm builds slow, like a tidal wave drawing back into the sea, only to come crashing in hard and fast, stealing the air from his lungs so that his cry turns into a rasping silent scream.
But it will be no mystery to Rowan what he's feeling as his dick pulses inside their tight heat, filling them up just like they ask. Until he's so spent he collapses forward against their shoulder, panting for breath.
"Oh, Max!" His cock hits the back of their cunt, pushed up even deeper into him by his grip and the arch of his body. If Rowan thought they felt full before, as Max starts to fill them up they ache in a way that might be painful if they weren't so impossibly turned on. They cry out as his cock pulses inside them, and then again as their own orgasm over takes them.
Their body pulses around him, milking the last of his cum out of him, and then they too fall back against him, chest heaving. Weakly, they find his hands, and move them to wrap around them, their own hands resting over his. "Only 'cos you can make me come so easy yourself." They manage a delayed reply. "When you come, I feel like I could just from watching, getting to feel it too... it's amazing."
Corbin groans at the hand in his hair, his hips stuttering as he has to resist the urge to speed up. His eyes flutter closed for a second.
"Hell yeah good things..." He opens his eyes and watches Max for a second. "But I think I need to be wearin a bit less for anything I got planned." He can not ride Max's dick while full clothed. "You wanna help me out there?" What a silly question, of course he does.
She lifts her arms to help when he moves to take the shirt off, leaving her in a plain gray bralette. Normally, she's not self-conscious about the scars on her left side, but since she already drew Max's attention to them earlier, it feels a little different to have them out in the open. Not bad, necessarily, just ... noticeable.
Still, as soon as she's shirtless, she reaches to help Max get out of his top, as well. It's as good an excuse as any to run her hands along his abs, after all.
It feels like it goes on for hours. With them pulsing around him like that, it drags the orgasm out until he doesn't have a drop left to give. One second could have been an eternity.
Now, he holds them to his thrumming chest, enjoying the closeness while his heart flutters against his ribcage.
"I second that. It is amazing. So are you." His hands squeeze them in tighter to him. He plants a kiss on the back of their head. "I really like this. Trying to hold off just made it feel stronger when it happened. I always knew I couldn't resist you. But it adds a little spice to try."
Closing their eyes, Rowan leans back against Max. It feels so good to have someone they love and trust against them like this, protective and possessive and as close as they can be together. “Mm. Don’t reckon I have the patience for it every time, but it was definitely worth it!” They agree.
“I swear, I could feel you moving whenever we was breathing.” They murmur, body still humming with pleasure. “The way you stretch me out...” And if it does ache later, it’ll just be a reminder of what they were up to. “Not so good for planning, though.” They add, with a chuckle, turning enough that they can kiss Max’s shoulder.
A question with an easy answer. Max nods, his hand is already moving up from Corbin's ass to find the edge of his tank top. Max will give it an eager tug, intent on getting it off over Corbin's head.
"Might have to get off my lap a second to get those trousers down." But Max is eager to facilitate that, his fingers already helpfully undoing Corbin's fly.
His eyes do fall on the scars, taking them in with the fresh knowledge of what they mean. But then he meets her gaze again with a soft smile - willing her to see without words that it doesn't make her any different in his eyes.
Max makes quick work of unbuttoning his shirt, barely needing to look at what he's doing. Soon enough, it's open, exposing the white tank top beneath. He quickly shucks that off too, so he can have full license to play on his muscles.
Oooh really. Smirking, she runs her palms up his abs, over his pecs -- hello, pecs -- along his shoulders and down his arms, to guide one of Max's hands to her thigh and the other to her breast.
More, she suggests with a grin. Then she leans in for a teasing kiss, catching his lower lip between her teeth, and reaches down to palm his cock through his trousers.
"God, no," Max laughs, his breath ruffling their hair. "I might die from pressure buildup if we did that too often."
Sitting like this with his soft member still captured inside of them, he feels both possessive and possessed at once. The thought you are mine and I am yours drifts to the forefront of his mind. He leaves it unspoken except for how he still clings so hard to them.
"I love feeling you stretched tight over me. You feel so good every time."
He laughs again, his shoulders bouncing up into their kiss. "Yeah. I think we both knew we weren't going to actually get any planning done until we blew off some steam."
“We got all the time in the world in this place. Except for work. But my my reckoning this is always a good use of time.” They lean back further, so they can kiss Max’s jaw, glancing up at him from the awkward angle.
But they’re thinking, and their hand squeezes Max’s. “You know what we was talking about before about you fitting and all that?” They ask, cautiously. “Someone offered to help me out. Fix it up so I’d have a cis vag. Or pretty close to one, anyway, I don’t want all the baby making parts.” They don’t need that paranoia, thank you very much. “But obviously it’d change how we have sex. Only for the better, I think, but it wouldn’t be this tight no more.”
He cants his head so he can look down at them, sensing, even before they speak it aloud, that there's something serious on their mind.
"You found someone who can do that for you?" His smile is cautious but hopeful for them. "Rowan, that's wonderful. If... that's what you want?" It sounds like it is, but he wants to be sure.
"If you're asking whether I'd be disappointed, the answer is hell no." He squeezes them tight to him again. "And it shouldn't matter even if I was."
As if he'd have any right to tell them what to do with their body?
Rowan smiles, twisting as much as they can without lifting out of his lap, wanting to keep him inside them as long as possible. "It'd matter to me, at least a little bit. It's..." How do they phrase this? They should be good with words, but sometimes finding the right ones are hard. "It's not something that comes down to your yes or no, you don't get to decide for me. But us being intimate is important to me, and your enjoyment is important to me. So it'd be enough to have me thinking again.
I asked Lucas his opinion too, and that was before we was all official." It was a while back, really, but there's been so much happening in between and it's kind of awkward to bring up out of the blue. "But yeah, I found someone who can." They add, stroking Max's cheek and smiling at him. "And now I spoke to you too, I think I will. But I'll tell you before anything happens, 'course."
"Rowan..." he says their name softly, "You are what I love. Your personality, your wit. I'd love being intimate with you no matter what because I enjoy you for you. Whatever makes you happy is going to make me happy."
And he is happy for them. So happy. He translates that into a big bearhug and a kiss. He means this. He'll love them no matter what their body is like, but he'll also be happy for them to have to worry less about being prepared. Because he can tell, sometimes, that it does weigh on them. And, selfishly, it will mean less worry for him too.
"Rowan, I'm thrilled for you. It won't... it won't be painful for you to get done will it?"
Oh. Rowan's heart flutters in their chest, hiding their smile and their blush in Max's neck. It feels so good to hear that, how can they not melt into his hug? "I love you, Max." They murmur against him, leaning against him. "I love how much you care about everyone, how big your heart is. I'm so lucky to have a piece of it." They kiss him again, overflowing with warm affection.
"And don't worry about it hurting. Can't be worse than the first round." Rowan chuckles, but there's something a little shyer than normal about it. This isn't something they really talk about a lot, not outside of the practicalities for sex. "Two rounds and almost half a year until I was fully healed."
His hand fondles her breast softly overtop the fabric, before becoming too impatient and pushing it up to reveal the flesh beneath. At the same time, the hand on her thigh strokes inward tickling closer to the space between her legs.
"Oooh, yeah," he breathes, eyelids fluttering at her touch to his cock, "more of that please."
Her eyes flutter shut in pleasure: she arches into the touch on her breast, squirms a little and twitches her legs wider apart to give him better access. Yes, she's still very clothed, shoes and sweatpants and everything, but she would very much like more pressure between her legs.
On which note, she nuzzles his cheek and squeezes him again, then shifts to slip her hand inside the waistband of his pants and underwear. She strokes her fingers over his skin, gentle for now.
Now he wishes he'd asked them to face him, it would be so much easier to cover them in kisses the way they deserve.
"You have a big piece of it," he says, wiggling against them because he's overflowing with too much emotion to keep still. He'll never tire of hearing them say they love him.
"That long? I had no idea. Well, I honestly don't have a clue how any of that works. And you haven't seemed like you wanted to talk about it particularly."
He takes that as an open invitation and moves his hand in to caress her between her legs, still overtop her sweatpants. His fingers stroke her through the fabric teasingly light at first. But his touch grows firmer when her hand gets down his pants. She'll find quite a handful waiting for her. Even gentle stroking brings it roaring to life.
"O-oh! Yess."
Not to be outdone, Max leans forward and latches onto her nipple with his lips, gently lapping at the sensitive nub of flesh with his tongue while looking up at her face to see how she reacts.
The tank comes off easily, Corbin doesn't even care where Max drops it, he can pick it up later. He sighs a bit as he is reminded that it will be hard to get his trousers off while he's in Max's lap.
"Yeah, guess I might have to. I like it here though..." And he's torturing himself as much as Max, and gods does he know it as he grinds against his cock a few slow times, just to feel the way he squirms.
The compliment makes him grin. "And you ain't even got to the present yet." Gods but there was something about someone being so eager for him that just hit so many good buttons. It was hard to feel self conscious when someone was at your mercy and saying such nice things about you.
But he doesn't make Max beg too much, climbing off his lap after a few long, slow moments so he can get out of those tight pants. There's no underwear underneath them, which is handy when your goal is to get naked as soon as possible. The boots stay on as he climbs back onto Max's lap, knee high and soft black leather with crow's wing embossing up the sides. He likes this, him naked and Max still fully clothed.
"Get your cock out for me, okay Max? But the pants stay on, and don't touch yourself too much." He grabs one of the lube packs that Daniel keeps in baskets scattered around the club and then he pauses to watch Max get his cock out, reaching down to wrap a hand around it and stroke him a few times, slowly. Damn, that was a sizeable cock. He still wanted it, but this might take a bit more prep than he thought.
Very well. She catches her lips between her teeth and reaches for his head with her free hand, sliding her fingers through his hair to encourage him further.
Meanwhile, she keeps teasing his cock with those light touches. The fabric of his pants keeps her from doing too much, but as he gets harder, she wraps her hand around him and rubs her thumb in light circles around his head. It's always a nice thrill to handle someone like this; feeling him respond to her touch sends an answering pulse of warmth through her belly, makes her squirm a little on the counter.
Squeezing the arms around them tighter, Rowan smiles brightly, amazed once again at how lucky they are. They can’t stay twisted like that for long, though, so they put their back against his chest again, and lean back for another kiss to his jaw. It’s the best they can do without unseating themself from his lap, which they’re still loathe to do.
“Yeah, well, it ain’t exactly sexy talk.” Rowan laughs, not as easily as normal, but still lightly. “Not exactly casual conversation, you know? But I told you the first time if you have questions, I’ll answer what I can. Aside from a couple of things.
But.” They kiss him again, and then lean forward for the piece of paper that Max abandoned. “We got a birthday party to plan still now.”
"I know. You did. I just haven't had a question yet that hasn't felt invasive or, frankly, like none of my business. I know what I need to know about you and your body already. The rest is just..." he shrugs.
"Ah, yeah. Right. I was supposed to be writing my schedule down for you too." Now he can finally remember.
He kisses the top of their head then rests his chin on it while he watches them bring the paper forward. "Better get to it while the blood is still in my big brain. Heh."
"I like it too," Max groans and does, indeed, squirm so nicely with Corbin grinding up against him. Those slow motions have him so eager for more.
He'd be sorry to feel Corbin go when the man finally gets up off his lap, if not for knowing the best is yet to come. And the view is so unexpectedly nice when Corbin pulls down his shorts to reveal nothing beneath. Max's grin splits wide. He likes this too. Corbin in nothing but those boots has him rock hard and ready.
"Yes, sir." Max slides himself free of his pants with practice ease. Even with the base still shrouded in fabric, his cock stands at an impressive height.
He shudders and arches slightly into Corbin's hold. He's so turned on he's already throbbing with need at each slow stroke. But if he's not allowed to touch himself then touching Corbin will have to do. His hands roam over Corbins back, down to his ass once more where he takes a cheek in each hand.
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Date: 2020-11-01 05:10 am (UTC)"You're getting...ah...really, mmm, good at making me come on command," he just manages to gasp out that one-liner before...
"H-ah!"
His hands grip their hips with white-knuckle strength while his own body arches up nearly bending backward over the chair. This orgasm builds slow, like a tidal wave drawing back into the sea, only to come crashing in hard and fast, stealing the air from his lungs so that his cry turns into a rasping silent scream.
But it will be no mystery to Rowan what he's feeling as his dick pulses inside their tight heat, filling them up just like they ask. Until he's so spent he collapses forward against their shoulder, panting for breath.
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Date: 2020-11-01 12:19 pm (UTC)Their body pulses around him, milking the last of his cum out of him, and then they too fall back against him, chest heaving. Weakly, they find his hands, and move them to wrap around them, their own hands resting over his. "Only 'cos you can make me come so easy yourself." They manage a delayed reply. "When you come, I feel like I could just from watching, getting to feel it too... it's amazing."
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Date: 2020-11-01 09:44 pm (UTC)"Hell yeah good things..." He opens his eyes and watches Max for a second. "But I think I need to be wearin a bit less for anything I got planned." He can not ride Max's dick while full clothed. "You wanna help me out there?" What a silly question, of course he does.
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Date: 2020-11-01 11:23 pm (UTC)"I'll take mine off too."
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Date: 2020-11-01 11:52 pm (UTC)She lifts her arms to help when he moves to take the shirt off, leaving her in a plain gray bralette. Normally, she's not self-conscious about the scars on her left side, but since she already drew Max's attention to them earlier, it feels a little different to have them out in the open. Not bad, necessarily, just ... noticeable.
Still, as soon as she's shirtless, she reaches to help Max get out of his top, as well. It's as good an excuse as any to run her hands along his abs, after all.
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Date: 2020-11-02 12:38 am (UTC)Now, he holds them to his thrumming chest, enjoying the closeness while his heart flutters against his ribcage.
"I second that. It is amazing. So are you." His hands squeeze them in tighter to him. He plants a kiss on the back of their head. "I really like this. Trying to hold off just made it feel stronger when it happened. I always knew I couldn't resist you. But it adds a little spice to try."
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Date: 2020-11-02 04:30 am (UTC)“I swear, I could feel you moving whenever we was breathing.” They murmur, body still humming with pleasure. “The way you stretch me out...” And if it does ache later, it’ll just be a reminder of what they were up to. “Not so good for planning, though.” They add, with a chuckle, turning enough that they can kiss Max’s shoulder.
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Date: 2020-11-02 04:01 pm (UTC)"Might have to get off my lap a second to get those trousers down." But Max is eager to facilitate that, his fingers already helpfully undoing Corbin's fly.
"Unwrapping you is like unwrapping a gift."
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Date: 2020-11-03 01:01 am (UTC)Max makes quick work of unbuttoning his shirt, barely needing to look at what he's doing. Soon enough, it's open, exposing the white tank top beneath. He quickly shucks that off too, so he can have full license to play on his muscles.
"Touch me any way you want," he tells her.
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Date: 2020-11-03 01:32 am (UTC)More, she suggests with a grin. Then she leans in for a teasing kiss, catching his lower lip between her teeth, and reaches down to palm his cock through his trousers.
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Date: 2020-11-03 04:07 am (UTC)Sitting like this with his soft member still captured inside of them, he feels both possessive and possessed at once. The thought you are mine and I am yours drifts to the forefront of his mind. He leaves it unspoken except for how he still clings so hard to them.
"I love feeling you stretched tight over me. You feel so good every time."
He laughs again, his shoulders bouncing up into their kiss. "Yeah. I think we both knew we weren't going to actually get any planning done until we blew off some steam."
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Date: 2020-11-03 10:28 am (UTC)But they’re thinking, and their hand squeezes Max’s. “You know what we was talking about before about you fitting and all that?” They ask, cautiously. “Someone offered to help me out. Fix it up so I’d have a cis vag. Or pretty close to one, anyway, I don’t want all the baby making parts.” They don’t need that paranoia, thank you very much. “But obviously it’d change how we have sex. Only for the better, I think, but it wouldn’t be this tight no more.”
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Date: 2020-11-03 06:16 pm (UTC)"You found someone who can do that for you?" His smile is cautious but hopeful for them. "Rowan, that's wonderful. If... that's what you want?" It sounds like it is, but he wants to be sure.
"If you're asking whether I'd be disappointed, the answer is hell no." He squeezes them tight to him again. "And it shouldn't matter even if I was."
As if he'd have any right to tell them what to do with their body?
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Date: 2020-11-03 07:07 pm (UTC)I asked Lucas his opinion too, and that was before we was all official." It was a while back, really, but there's been so much happening in between and it's kind of awkward to bring up out of the blue. "But yeah, I found someone who can." They add, stroking Max's cheek and smiling at him. "And now I spoke to you too, I think I will. But I'll tell you before anything happens, 'course."
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Date: 2020-11-03 07:23 pm (UTC)And he is happy for them. So happy. He translates that into a big bearhug and a kiss. He means this. He'll love them no matter what their body is like, but he'll also be happy for them to have to worry less about being prepared. Because he can tell, sometimes, that it does weigh on them. And, selfishly, it will mean less worry for him too.
"Rowan, I'm thrilled for you. It won't... it won't be painful for you to get done will it?"
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Date: 2020-11-03 08:24 pm (UTC)"And don't worry about it hurting. Can't be worse than the first round." Rowan chuckles, but there's something a little shyer than normal about it. This isn't something they really talk about a lot, not outside of the practicalities for sex. "Two rounds and almost half a year until I was fully healed."
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Date: 2020-11-04 02:17 am (UTC)"Oooh, yeah," he breathes, eyelids fluttering at her touch to his cock, "more of that please."
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Date: 2020-11-04 04:47 am (UTC)On which note, she nuzzles his cheek and squeezes him again, then shifts to slip her hand inside the waistband of his pants and underwear. She strokes her fingers over his skin, gentle for now.
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Date: 2020-11-04 09:34 pm (UTC)"You have a big piece of it," he says, wiggling against them because he's overflowing with too much emotion to keep still. He'll never tire of hearing them say they love him.
"That long? I had no idea. Well, I honestly don't have a clue how any of that works. And you haven't seemed like you wanted to talk about it particularly."
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Date: 2020-11-05 03:43 am (UTC)"O-oh! Yess."
Not to be outdone, Max leans forward and latches onto her nipple with his lips, gently lapping at the sensitive nub of flesh with his tongue while looking up at her face to see how she reacts.
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Date: 2020-11-05 03:55 am (UTC)"Yeah, guess I might have to. I like it here though..." And he's torturing himself as much as Max, and gods does he know it as he grinds against his cock a few slow times, just to feel the way he squirms.
The compliment makes him grin. "And you ain't even got to the present yet." Gods but there was something about someone being so eager for him that just hit so many good buttons. It was hard to feel self conscious when someone was at your mercy and saying such nice things about you.
But he doesn't make Max beg too much, climbing off his lap after a few long, slow moments so he can get out of those tight pants. There's no underwear underneath them, which is handy when your goal is to get naked as soon as possible. The boots stay on as he climbs back onto Max's lap, knee high and soft black leather with crow's wing embossing up the sides. He likes this, him naked and Max still fully clothed.
"Get your cock out for me, okay Max? But the pants stay on, and don't touch yourself too much." He grabs one of the lube packs that Daniel keeps in baskets scattered around the club and then he pauses to watch Max get his cock out, reaching down to wrap a hand around it and stroke him a few times, slowly. Damn, that was a sizeable cock. He still wanted it, but this might take a bit more prep than he thought.
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Date: 2020-11-05 03:59 am (UTC)Meanwhile, she keeps teasing his cock with those light touches. The fabric of his pants keeps her from doing too much, but as he gets harder, she wraps her hand around him and rubs her thumb in light circles around his head. It's always a nice thrill to handle someone like this; feeling him respond to her touch sends an answering pulse of warmth through her belly, makes her squirm a little on the counter.
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Date: 2020-11-05 04:45 am (UTC)“Yeah, well, it ain’t exactly sexy talk.” Rowan laughs, not as easily as normal, but still lightly. “Not exactly casual conversation, you know? But I told you the first time if you have questions, I’ll answer what I can. Aside from a couple of things.
But.” They kiss him again, and then lean forward for the piece of paper that Max abandoned. “We got a birthday party to plan still now.”
do we want to start wrapping this one soon?
Date: 2020-11-06 10:50 pm (UTC)"Ah, yeah. Right. I was supposed to be writing my schedule down for you too." Now he can finally remember.
He kisses the top of their head then rests his chin on it while he watches them bring the paper forward. "Better get to it while the blood is still in my big brain. Heh."
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Date: 2020-11-07 10:28 pm (UTC)He'd be sorry to feel Corbin go when the man finally gets up off his lap, if not for knowing the best is yet to come. And the view is so unexpectedly nice when Corbin pulls down his shorts to reveal nothing beneath. Max's grin splits wide. He likes this too. Corbin in nothing but those boots has him rock hard and ready.
"Yes, sir." Max slides himself free of his pants with practice ease. Even with the base still shrouded in fabric, his cock stands at an impressive height.
He shudders and arches slightly into Corbin's hold. He's so turned on he's already throbbing with need at each slow stroke. But if he's not allowed to touch himself then touching Corbin will have to do. His hands roam over Corbins back, down to his ass once more where he takes a cheek in each hand.
"You're one sexy man, Corbin."