Max's lips part in a softy breathy moan; his nipple has come fully erect under that touch. He continues to mimic Rowan's motion, eyes wide and staring like he's trying to memorize the erotic sight of them arching against him. When their hands grope for his chest, he knows he's found just the spot he's looking for. He'd like to memorize that too.
His mouth is shaped in a smug smile when Rowan's crash into them. His chizled abs easily keep him curled up to meet that powerful kiss. The rake of fingernails over his skin causes another hiss of pleasure and a deep, low throb in his cock.
"Look at the state you've got me in," he counters. "I'm a big believer in foreplay but you've got me impatient as hell to make good on that promise right the fuck now."
Eyes lighting up, Rowan's not sure which idea they like more; the idea of toying with Max more, with spending all night squirming under and next to and over him as they play with one another's bodies, or the idea of Max fucking them right here and now, pressing down on them with his strong body as he fills them up. They groan, squirming, and nipping his lip, as they rake their fingernails over his back again.
"Says the man currently very effectively finger fucking me." They point out, this time purposely arching their hips, pushing his fingers deeper into their heat and tensing around him as best they can. "Mm... But if you want to stop so I can have a taste of your cock..." They pause, licking their lips and groaning at the thought. Oh yes, it's a good one. Pinching Max's nipple again, they tug lightly this time, testing his response further. "Unless you want to save that treat for desert."
"If it's effective then I should keep it up..." Oh fuck Rowan, you make it hard to stick to that when he can feel you tightening up on him. His cock jumps against his belly just at the thought of feeling that same tension around it.
"Mmm," A shudder runs down him. That tug on his nipple is going to undo him. Combine that with teeth and nails... he's already so weak. But not too weak to keep his thumb roaming over Rowan's clit.
"There's a joke in here about eating dessert first but I'm having trouble thinking at the moment..." wonder why?
That thumb on their clit is seriously hampering Rowan's higher functions as well, and wiggle underneath the pressure, turning their legs to open themself up further to his hand. They switch to the other nipple, wanting to feel that hardening under their fingers as well as they pinch it, and then circle the pad of their thumb over it, soothing the sharpness immediately, their other hand pawing aimlessly at his back. It's too hard to concentrate on both hands with the delicious motions of Max's hand driving them to distraction. In fact, a little too hard to concentrate.
"Fuck, Max..." Rowan moans wantonly, pushing up into him. "Seriously, if you want me to suck your cock with out coming first - aah! - you need to stop!" They can feel the pressure building up in the base of their stomach, their body tensing again, this time unconsciously. Not that an orgasm on their side would put an end to their fun, but they don't have the brain to articulate that right now.
Oh, but Rowan's reactions are far too delicious to stop. His breath hitches in time with that pinch to his nipple but the the real pleasure comes from feeling Rowan wiggle under his touch.
The way they push into him, that tightening, the uncontrolled pawing at his back -- he doesn't need the warning to see what's going on. And Max has no intention of stopping now. Not when Rowan's this close to that sweet release. Will is soft or loud? He'd dying to know.
"It's okay," he purrs. The pressure of his thumb circling Rowan's clit increases. "You can get me back after." That's the beauty of a pussy after all, the fun doesn't have to stop at just one.
Well, if Max is going to give permission like that, Rowan isn't going to hold back - not that they particularly were before. They stop trying to keep control, pulling him back down into another fierce kiss as they push up into the renewed attention. It doesn't last long before Rowan has to break it off for a sharp intake of breath, though, and they throw their head back, crying out with pleasure.
"Fuck, Max! Right there! Ah!" Unsurprisingly, Rowan is loud, openly vocalising their pleasure, making sure that he knows he's doing a good job. And isn't he just! Rowan shivers under his skilful fingers, pushing up into him desperately. And then with another loud cry they push up one more time, clutching Max down onto them, as they close their legs around his hand. They hold him in place there as they pulse around him, slim frame shivering with pleasure, before they finally relax back to the bed with a softer sigh, their hold relaxing slightly. "Mm... One way to open me up." They murmur, ghosting a lazy kiss over Max's lips. They'll be back in action in a moment, just give them a few seconds to catch their breath and ride the waves of pleasure.
Spurred on by that fiery kiss and those cries of pleasure, he keeps his pace going right up to the moment Rowan tightens their legs around him. Holy SHIT that's hot. Rowan can wrap lets around him any time Hot DAMN.
He was hoping for loud and is not disappointed. In fact, they are not alone in their vocalizing.
"Oh, Rowan," Max shudders as the last of their cries die down into a sigh. He finds himself breathless too, panting loudly against Rowan's cheek where he's still hunched over them. He smiles against that light kiss, feeling self-satisfied and yet so very needy.
"You keep that up and I'm not going to last long." Nothing does it for him quite like hearing such cries of pleasure.
Feeling Max's breath against his cheek brings Rowan back to the moment, reminding them that they have revenge to extract on the man who just ravaged them. They take just a moment longer, though, nosing against him and reaching up to stroke Max's hair as they slowly relax their hold on him. "No fair, let me have some fun too." They whine, but there's no real bite to it, aside from the nip that they apply to Max's lips.
It does spur them into action, though, reluctantly pulling away from the hand between their legs. They let out a soft gasp as his fingers leave them empty, but freshly satisfied the need to return them isn't as desperate as it could be. For now they can focus on giving Max his just reward, as they push at him, indicating that he should roll over onto his back so that Rowan can take over. There's no chance that Rowan could push Max of their own accord, not in this form, but there's also no need to hold back, so their push is firm, demanding. "What were we saying about desert?" They ask, cheeky grin back in place, even if their eyes are still dark with need.
"It's not my fault you're a raging ball of sex appeal," Max quipped right before Rowan nipped his lip again, effectively shutting him up. Unless the smirk on said lips counts? Because it's speaking volumes now about how smug he is to have gotten Rowan off like that. Yep. The investigation is going well so far.
With that push, Rowans meets only a token resistance before Max rolls over. Flat on his back now, Max folds his arms under his head takes in the lithe form of Rowan above him appreciatively. Such a feast for the eyes.
"Careful, if you squeeze this cannoli too hard, you might end up with cream filling all over you," he grinned like he hadn't just made the most terrible pun yet. Rowan can feel free to smack him for it.
Rowan climbs on top of Max, pushing his legs apart to kneel between them. He was just starting to appreciate the man laid out before him, when Max had to go and ruin it with that pun. Pulling a face, the poke him in the abs. "I don't even know what a fucking cannoli is, and I still know that was bad." They growl, but amusement is already twitching the corner of their lips. A man who isn't afraid to make a pun that bad in the middle of sex is a keeper.
Taking advantage of their position, they roll their hands slowly down his chest, between his legs, and then back up, running both thumbs along the underside of Max's cock. "Luckily this one comes pre-wrapped for my protection." They point out, now grinning again, as they wrap one hand around his erection and stroke him slowly, ignoring the condom around him. Well, they hadn't planned to move directly to it, but if Max is going to point it out like that...
So, I was talkin to Ren the other day. And she's cool, but she says she knows how to cook. And I mention I ain't had biscuits since I came here, and I definitely ain't had a cat head cause you're s'pposed to cook it in cast iron and if I brought a cast iron pan down to the kitchen I'd just get it chucked right back at my head and I don't want that. But she said she'd make me some.
[He holds up what is quite obviously a chocolate chip cookie. It... sort of has cat ears on it, but they could also be wolf ears if you squint a bit]
[Oh yeah REN. Hard for Max to forget her after she nearly chucked a bedpost at his head. Who knew she could bake such cute, if slightly misshapen, cookies? Which...oh right. Now he sees the problem.
He starts to snicker, tries to cover his mouth to stop it, but it just turns into a laugh. Oh, poor Corbin.]
I guess by now you figured out biscuits mean something else on the British Isles. They look edible enough but... [snicker] they just don't scratch that itch, do they?
Don't worry, I can make the real deal. If you have a cast iron, bring it over to the Ruby Slipper and I'll use it. I haven't been able to snag my own yet.
Thanks. I'm not going to tell her. I don't want her to chuck any other pieces of furniture at my head.
[Another laugh.]
Okay, you got yourself a deal. I can handle the seasoning. When it's done maybe I'll slap some bacon in it to really get it good an' ready. I need grease for the gravy after all.
If you want, I can try to give you some pointers too?
I 'preciate the thought, but every time I been near a stove I burnt somethin. My ma tried to teach me how to make cupcakes and I caught her stove on fire.
I ain't gonna stop ya if you wanna try but. You know. Fair warning.
If it was my own kitchen I'd say let's try anyway, but I don't think I want to take the chance since it's not. I owe it to Daniel to be a little more cautious.
Rowan still isn't running from him, even after that. This bodes well.
"You've never had a cannoli?" He sounds scandalized. "I'll make some for you. Then you'll get why it's funny." And terrible. It's still really terrible.
"My package is pre-packaged. Is that what you're saying?" Max STAWP.
"Oooh," he shivers in delight at that thumb running the length of him. "Fuck...you make it awfully hard to think like this."
He arches into that touch, hips begging for more than just slow strokes. At first, he was exaggerating for the sake of the pun, now he's not so sure. Rowan has him so turned on.
"Is that your excuse for the disappointing quality of puns?" Rowan smirks over him, continuing with the torturously slow touches. "Because if so, maybe I should do something to free up some brain power."
With that as warning, they lean down over him, freeing one hand from his cock in order to support themself, but in return wrapping their remaining hand around him, stroking his erection with long, steady pumps. They breathe on his neck, breath warm and heated, before nipping him there, following it up with a soothing kiss. While their touches are firmer, they're still being careful, mapping out his body and how he reacts to each touch in order to make each stroke more pleasurable than the last, slowly building up pressure and speed.
"It's a man's curse. Only enough circulation for one at a time."
He's opening his mouth to ask just what Rowan has in mind when that and any other thought he ever had flies right out of his mind. His head tips back with a pleasurably tortured moan. The hand stroking him in combination with the nips to his neck have sent him right over the edge of conscious thought and into the realm of carnal, animal instinct.
"Oh, fuck. Fuck!" He cries. "Right there...shit... I..." He's having trouble articulating it, but each time Rowan nips at him his cock throbs in response. "Bite! Please!"
That eager response leaves Rowan's body throbbing as well, getting pleasure from seeing and feeling Max's as he's pressed beneath them. Later they might put two and two together and realise where this reaction comes from, but for now they obey without question, scraping white teeth gently over pale skin, and then biting down on him. There's just enough thought left to hold back hopefully enough from leaving a mark - if it was lower, they wouldn't hesitate, but on his neck, Max will have no way to hide it.
They pump Max's cock as they do so, twisting their wrist lightly with each movement, eager to make it as pleasurable as they can for him. Their thumb brushes over the tip, and they let out a frustrated little whine against Max's throat when the condom gets in the way. Pulling away from Max's neck for a moment, but keeping up the strokes on his erection, they stare down at him, hungrily. "Do you want to cum in my hands, mouth or pussy?" Because if they're keeping this up, the condom's coming off, even if it means there'll be more clean up later.
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Date: 2020-08-01 01:52 am (UTC)His mouth is shaped in a smug smile when Rowan's crash into them. His chizled abs easily keep him curled up to meet that powerful kiss. The rake of fingernails over his skin causes another hiss of pleasure and a deep, low throb in his cock.
"Look at the state you've got me in," he counters. "I'm a big believer in foreplay but you've got me impatient as hell to make good on that promise right the fuck now."
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Date: 2020-08-01 09:04 am (UTC)"Says the man currently very effectively finger fucking me." They point out, this time purposely arching their hips, pushing his fingers deeper into their heat and tensing around him as best they can. "Mm... But if you want to stop so I can have a taste of your cock..." They pause, licking their lips and groaning at the thought. Oh yes, it's a good one. Pinching Max's nipple again, they tug lightly this time, testing his response further. "Unless you want to save that treat for desert."
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Date: 2020-08-02 04:55 pm (UTC)"Mmm," A shudder runs down him. That tug on his nipple is going to undo him. Combine that with teeth and nails... he's already so weak. But not too weak to keep his thumb roaming over Rowan's clit.
"There's a joke in here about eating dessert first but I'm having trouble thinking at the moment..." wonder why?
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Date: 2020-08-02 05:20 pm (UTC)"Fuck, Max..." Rowan moans wantonly, pushing up into him. "Seriously, if you want me to suck your cock with out coming first - aah! - you need to stop!" They can feel the pressure building up in the base of their stomach, their body tensing again, this time unconsciously. Not that an orgasm on their side would put an end to their fun, but they don't have the brain to articulate that right now.
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Date: 2020-08-03 01:47 am (UTC)The way they push into him, that tightening, the uncontrolled pawing at his back -- he doesn't need the warning to see what's going on. And Max has no intention of stopping now. Not when Rowan's this close to that sweet release. Will is soft or loud? He'd dying to know.
"It's okay," he purrs. The pressure of his thumb circling Rowan's clit increases. "You can get me back after." That's the beauty of a pussy after all, the fun doesn't have to stop at just one.
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Date: 2020-08-03 06:23 am (UTC)"Fuck, Max! Right there! Ah!" Unsurprisingly, Rowan is loud, openly vocalising their pleasure, making sure that he knows he's doing a good job. And isn't he just! Rowan shivers under his skilful fingers, pushing up into him desperately. And then with another loud cry they push up one more time, clutching Max down onto them, as they close their legs around his hand. They hold him in place there as they pulse around him, slim frame shivering with pleasure, before they finally relax back to the bed with a softer sigh, their hold relaxing slightly. "Mm... One way to open me up." They murmur, ghosting a lazy kiss over Max's lips. They'll be back in action in a moment, just give them a few seconds to catch their breath and ride the waves of pleasure.
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Date: 2020-08-03 08:07 pm (UTC)He was hoping for loud and is not disappointed. In fact, they are not alone in their vocalizing.
"Oh, Rowan," Max shudders as the last of their cries die down into a sigh. He finds himself breathless too, panting loudly against Rowan's cheek where he's still hunched over them. He smiles against that light kiss, feeling self-satisfied and yet so very needy.
"You keep that up and I'm not going to last long." Nothing does it for him quite like hearing such cries of pleasure.
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Date: 2020-08-03 08:23 pm (UTC)It does spur them into action, though, reluctantly pulling away from the hand between their legs. They let out a soft gasp as his fingers leave them empty, but freshly satisfied the need to return them isn't as desperate as it could be. For now they can focus on giving Max his just reward, as they push at him, indicating that he should roll over onto his back so that Rowan can take over. There's no chance that Rowan could push Max of their own accord, not in this form, but there's also no need to hold back, so their push is firm, demanding. "What were we saying about desert?" They ask, cheeky grin back in place, even if their eyes are still dark with need.
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Date: 2020-08-06 03:01 pm (UTC)Hey Max, you know what a biscuit is, right? A real one, not those cookie things.
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Date: 2020-08-06 03:05 pm (UTC)[Oh no, Corbin, have the Brits been telling lies about their definitely-actually-a-cookie biscuits.]
Of course I know what a biscuit is. Why?
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Date: 2020-08-06 06:40 pm (UTC)With that push, Rowans meets only a token resistance before Max rolls over. Flat on his back now, Max folds his arms under his head takes in the lithe form of Rowan above him appreciatively. Such a feast for the eyes.
"Careful, if you squeeze this cannoli too hard, you might end up with cream filling all over you," he grinned like he hadn't just made the most terrible pun yet. Rowan can feel free to smack him for it.
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Date: 2020-08-06 06:53 pm (UTC)Taking advantage of their position, they roll their hands slowly down his chest, between his legs, and then back up, running both thumbs along the underside of Max's cock. "Luckily this one comes pre-wrapped for my protection." They point out, now grinning again, as they wrap one hand around his erection and stroke him slowly, ignoring the condom around him. Well, they hadn't planned to move directly to it, but if Max is going to point it out like that...
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Date: 2020-08-06 06:57 pm (UTC)[This is the face of a desperate man]
I need some buttermilk cat head biscuits. With gravy if you can swing it, but shit, at this point I'll take em just with butter.
Cash, favors, whatever you want.
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Date: 2020-08-06 07:14 pm (UTC)[He's never seen someone so desperate for biscuits before.]
Re: [video]
Date: 2020-08-06 07:38 pm (UTC)So, I was talkin to Ren the other day. And she's cool, but she says she knows how to cook. And I mention I ain't had biscuits since I came here, and I definitely ain't had a cat head cause you're s'pposed to cook it in cast iron and if I brought a cast iron pan down to the kitchen I'd just get it chucked right back at my head and I don't want that. But she said she'd make me some.
[He holds up what is quite obviously a chocolate chip cookie. It... sort of has cat ears on it, but they could also be wolf ears if you squint a bit]
She dropped these off at Wicked this mornin.
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Date: 2020-08-06 07:55 pm (UTC)He starts to snicker, tries to cover his mouth to stop it, but it just turns into a laugh. Oh, poor Corbin.]
I guess by now you figured out biscuits mean something else on the British Isles. They look edible enough but... [snicker] they just don't scratch that itch, do they?
Don't worry, I can make the real deal. If you have a cast iron, bring it over to the Ruby Slipper and I'll use it. I haven't been able to snag my own yet.
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Date: 2020-08-06 08:02 pm (UTC)Yeah, Mr. Larkin cleared it up for me. They ain't bad, I think yours are better, but don't tell her I said that.
[He nods with a grin]
Yeah, I can get one, you gotta season it though, I ain't used it. Me and cookin don't get along.
[If they did then he would have made his own biscuits]
And you c'n keep the skillet.
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Date: 2020-08-06 08:10 pm (UTC)[Another laugh.]
Okay, you got yourself a deal. I can handle the seasoning. When it's done maybe I'll slap some bacon in it to really get it good an' ready. I need grease for the gravy after all.
If you want, I can try to give you some pointers too?
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Date: 2020-08-06 11:55 pm (UTC)I 'preciate the thought, but every time I been near a stove I burnt somethin. My ma tried to teach me how to make cupcakes and I caught her stove on fire.
I ain't gonna stop ya if you wanna try but. You know. Fair warning.
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Date: 2020-08-07 04:22 am (UTC)If it was my own kitchen I'd say let's try anyway, but I don't think I want to take the chance since it's not. I owe it to Daniel to be a little more cautious.
You're still welcome to watch me work.
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Date: 2020-08-11 05:32 pm (UTC)"You've never had a cannoli?" He sounds scandalized. "I'll make some for you. Then you'll get why it's funny." And terrible. It's still really terrible.
"My package is pre-packaged. Is that what you're saying?" Max STAWP.
"Oooh," he shivers in delight at that thumb running the length of him. "Fuck...you make it awfully hard to think like this."
He arches into that touch, hips begging for more than just slow strokes. At first, he was exaggerating for the sake of the pun, now he's not so sure. Rowan has him so turned on.
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Date: 2020-08-11 05:44 pm (UTC)With that as warning, they lean down over him, freeing one hand from his cock in order to support themself, but in return wrapping their remaining hand around him, stroking his erection with long, steady pumps. They breathe on his neck, breath warm and heated, before nipping him there, following it up with a soothing kiss. While their touches are firmer, they're still being careful, mapping out his body and how he reacts to each touch in order to make each stroke more pleasurable than the last, slowly building up pressure and speed.
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Date: 2020-08-13 03:26 am (UTC)[This is said quite cheerfully, Corbin was a good guy sure, but he was also more than happy to get spanked sometimes.]
Does watchin you work mean I get to try shit out while you make it?
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Date: 2020-08-13 03:33 am (UTC)He's opening his mouth to ask just what Rowan has in mind when that and any other thought he ever had flies right out of his mind. His head tips back with a pleasurably tortured moan. The hand stroking him in combination with the nips to his neck have sent him right over the edge of conscious thought and into the realm of carnal, animal instinct.
"Oh, fuck. Fuck!" He cries. "Right there...shit... I..." He's having trouble articulating it, but each time Rowan nips at him his cock throbs in response. "Bite! Please!"
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Date: 2020-08-13 06:55 am (UTC)They pump Max's cock as they do so, twisting their wrist lightly with each movement, eager to make it as pleasurable as they can for him. Their thumb brushes over the tip, and they let out a frustrated little whine against Max's throat when the condom gets in the way. Pulling away from Max's neck for a moment, but keeping up the strokes on his erection, they stare down at him, hungrily. "Do you want to cum in my hands, mouth or pussy?" Because if they're keeping this up, the condom's coming off, even if it means there'll be more clean up later.