Max is beyond thoughts of preserving his dignity at this point. Rowan could leave a mark the size of Texas on him and he wouldn't do a thing to stop it. Good thing one of them still has some brainpower left.
He wriggles in ecstatic spasms under Rowan, consumed by how good this feels, and also with the want for more. It takes him a minute to work out that Rowan has asked him a question.
"Pussy." A whine builds in the back fo his throat. Oh, fuck yes.
"But maybe...ah, you should ride me...ah, because I'm a little over-excited." He says between pants.
Rowan lets out an eager whine as the response, shifting between Max’s legs. Arousal is starting to burn strongly in them again, stoked every moment by Max’s eager reactions to them. “As It happens, that’s one of my favourite positions.” They purr, reaching out for the lube, so they can pour a generous amount over their hand and immediately apply it to Max’s cock. Between the condom and Max’s over eagerness, they figure the cool slickness shouldn’t be too bad.
With that done, they draw away for long enough to adjust themself over him, straddling his hips. They hold his cock in place as they glide over him, shivering in anticipation as their entrance, slick and open from Max’s ministrations earlier, slides over the head of his cock. “Ready?” They smile down at him, breath shallow and collar blushed pink with arousal.
"That works out." He loves being ridden but is sometimes nervous to ask in case it comes off as selfish. He's glad he did this time.
He barely notices the coolness of the lube next to the wonderful sensation if Rowan's hand applying it. The state he's in, it would take more than that to quell the heat.
Now he's looking up at Rowan with hungry eyes. His breath is held in anticipation, his cock already twitching with the desire to go deeper. Part of him longs to thrust up already, but he forces his hips to stay still.
There's no masking the desperation in his voice, however. "Oh, please. Yes."
Who could deny such desperation? But there is a little bit of trepidation as Rowan slowly pushes down against the intrusion, shuddering slightly at the ache of the stretch. So they take it slow, still holding the base of Max's erection as they slide down an inch or two with a moan, and then they force themself to pull back, before pushing down again, this time taking Max deeper into themself.
One hand rests on their own thigh, leaving red marks on pale skin as they knead their own flesh with each downward motion, and as they pass the half way mark they free their other hand and seek out Max's, holding onto him painfully tightly as they lose control over the last few inches, impaling themself to the hilt. As their hips meet, Rowan throws back their head and cries out wantonly, body quivering. "Max, fuck, I..." They start, but don't finish. The ache of the stretch has slipped into pain, but even that feels good, setting Rowan's body on fire with the sensation of being stretched beyond the limits of what they have. They glance down between them to see their joined bodies and moan again at the sight, their cunt clenching even tighter around Max.
"...a moment." They half finish, drawing their joined hands up, and then guiding Max's hand between them, back to their clit, encouraging him to start helping them relax so they can start to ride him.
Max lets out a low groan as Rowan begins to engulf him. They are so, so tight. It feels great, but at the same time, worry is building in the back of his mind. It's sobering enough to pull him back into the moment with a clearer head.
His eyes are trained on Rowan the whole time, noticing the grip they keep on their thigh. Is this hurting? He almost speaks up. Then Rowan's hand finds his and he squeezes back, with a meaningful look him his eyes. They can stop any time.
But they don't, and the cry that flies from their lips as their hips join doesn't sound like one of pain exactly. Max lets out a whimper of his own at that clench.
"Rowan," comes his husky whisper, "take it as slow as you need to, okay?"
With their guidance, his fingers slide between them. He's already gotten a good feel for where to touch, so the pads of his fingers zero right in on their clit.
"Please tell me if it's too much," he says even as his fingers start their work. "I don't want to hurt you."
Rowan chuckles, a little roughly, and leans forward to kiss Max again, trapping his hand between them. "Just been a while, mm, since I was this full." The hand between them is already working it's magic, Rowan rolling their hips into it instinctively and then catching their breath as the motion moves Max's cock inside them. "So good, though." They add, voice low, as they shift their hips again intentionally to feel it again, shuddering with pleasure. It's sweet that Max cares, though, and it makes them determined to make this as good as possible for him, so he can forget his worry. The last thing they want mid, or even post sex, is a discussion about how small and shallow what they have is. It's better than the other option, and most of the time isn't too big of an issue, but if they stop to think about it now, Max is going to lose out on his happy ending.
With that thought, they kiss him again, before straightening up again, gasping in combination of pain and pleasure as Max's cock hits the back of their pussy. They roll their hips once more, this time more experimentally, and deciding that they're now relaxed enough, slowly start to move, using their hips and thighs to ride Max. And this time their loud, obscene moan is one of pure pleasure, to feel that large cock slide in and out of them.
[Corbin licks his lips and grins, he's looking forward to it. Not just the biscuits, either.]
[But first he has to get through the rest of his shift, and get those tea and scones and that clotted cream from the Tea Garden, but he's got his after work plans in the back of his mind the whole time. He's eagerly anticipating it by the time he gets off work, heading back to his room to get the cast iron pan he'd managed to scavenge and heading over to the Slipper.]
[He comes down the stairs and into the kitchen, still wearing his work clothes, a loose tank top with some kind of shimmery texture to it and a pair of trousers that Daniel had picked out that fit him very flatteringly.]
[He sticks his head into the kitchen with an eager grin.]
I normally...See, here's the thing. I'm not much of a schemer. I say what I think. I do what I think. Ain't no pretence. I live what I feel in the moment.
My friends at home keep me from doing stupid shit most of the time. I don't have people to do that for me here. Lexa's good, but, I can't put that on one person.
"Okay..." despite the reassurance there's still a small note of reluctance.
But Rowan's hips rolling against him draws another needy whimper out of his throat. "Feels good?" He asks, just one more time. "Because you feel really great."
His fingers continue to rub against Rowan in small thrusts, aided by the opposing friction of their movement. If he could get them to come again on top of him like this... just thinking about the way Rowan had clenched on his fingers was enough to cause a little shudder to roll through him, making him moan into that kiss. How he'd love to make that happen again.
"Oh Rowan," he cries when they straighten and begin to really ride him. "I love it when you make that sound."
Those fingers at their clit feel so good, helping Rowan to relax further as they start to set a pace. The reason they started to like and use this position this much is because it leaves them in control to make sure that they enjoy it as much as their partner - a consideration that they've learnt to make after so many one night stands - and having the additional pleasure of Max's fingers working them back up is only going to end up driving them wild. "Oh, fuck, yeah, Max! So good!" They encourage him, eager to praise him, and to keep them there.
They begin to set a steady pace, shuddering with pleasure each time their bodies side together. Their experience shows, and they're not wildly bouncing on Max dick, but using controlled thrusts of their hips to move around him. Between the lube and Max opening them up further, it's slick and smooth, and Rowan is loud in their pleasure, not holding back any of their eager noises. "Just like that! Oh fuck, yes, Max, yes!"
The whole kitchen smells like cooked bacon. Max is standing over the stove with the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up past his elbows, and the front of him covered by a broad black apron. On the stove is a pan full of perfectly cooked strips of thick-cut bacon. Max is using some tongs to pick them up and move them to a plate to dry.
"Thought I'd go ahead and get this part out of the way. Could use a snack while we wait anyway." Seasoning the pan will take an hour.
Of course, they might have some other ideas for how to pass the time.
Were this a cartoon, Corbin would have floated into the kitchen, pulled by two hands made of the delicious smells that were wafting out. But it's not, so he just licks his lips as he oh so innocently wanders in, spying that bacon.
"Oh hell yeah, that looks good. Here's the pan." He'll set it down next to the bacon and go ahead and grab a piece off the plate, still hot and shimmering with grease. He holds it gingerly as he takes a bite.
"Mmmm, fuck this is perfect." He leans against the counter with a content smile as he munches away on the bacon.
Max can almost picture it, with that look on Corbin's face. He smiles wide at the compliment. It doesn't matter how many times anyone says they love his cooking, it never gets old for him.
"Glad you approve. Have as much as you want."
He'll take the pan and set right to work washing and greasing it. Then in the oven it goes.
"Okay," he said, bumping the oven closed with his hip, "That should be done in an hour now. We've got some time to kill."
It's heaven! Rowan knows what they're doing, and at no point does the angle ever go wrong. It's just a great fuckin' ride. Even as he can feel the pressure coiling low in him, he keeps his fingers moving, spurred on by those joyous noises.
He's moaning right along with them, full-throated, "Oh! Oh YES! You feel so good!"
Spasms are starting to tighten his muscles in waves, the telltale twitches pulse in his dick, but he forces his hips to stay still -- let Rowan take the lead here.
"I really want to feel you cum around me," he whines. He's pretty sure they'd take him with them.
Normally Rowan uses the pleasure from watching their partner get off to set them off (with a hand to help along), so they can understand where Max is coming from. But for Max, they don't mind letting him get the show, especially when those fingers on their clit have done a good job to get them closer than normal, even on a second round. They shudder over the top of him, picking up the pace a touch. "Oh, fuck yes, Max!"
Reaching up, they paw at their own chest, groping the sensitive flesh of their pecs, letting that sensation combine with Max's hand and cock, and giving Max a bit of a show at the same time. They pinch their nipple, and then pull the other hand up to do the same to the other one, rolling them between their fingers and tugging lightly, as their cries become wordless, needy and desperate. Their movements become erratic, before, suddenly, they cry out, slamming back down on Max's dick and staying there as they come hard. They clench around him, both inside and outside, muscles pulsing as they shake, hands dropping to the bed to try and support them as their slight frame shakes with the waves of pleasure. "Fuck, Max... fucking cum for me, I want to feel you cum." They manage to beg, after cresting the initial wave, opening their eyes enough to take in the handsome man beneath them.
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Date: 2020-08-13 07:47 pm (UTC)[A touch of pink colors Max's cheeks.]
But I'm not willing to burn the man's kitchen to make it happen. And, yes, if you hang around you automatically get to lick the spoon.
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Date: 2020-08-14 02:50 am (UTC)He wriggles in ecstatic spasms under Rowan, consumed by how good this feels, and also with the want for more. It takes him a minute to work out that Rowan has asked him a question.
"Pussy." A whine builds in the back fo his throat. Oh, fuck yes.
"But maybe...ah, you should ride me...ah, because I'm a little over-excited." He says between pants.
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Date: 2020-08-14 02:54 am (UTC)[He opens his mouth, closes it, decides fuck it okay, and says it]
Well, I might wanna lick somethin else too...
[It was too easy. And he really wouldn't mind.]
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Date: 2020-08-14 03:33 am (UTC)With that done, they draw away for long enough to adjust themself over him, straddling his hips. They hold his cock in place as they glide over him, shivering in anticipation as their entrance, slick and open from Max’s ministrations earlier, slides over the head of his cock. “Ready?” They smile down at him, breath shallow and collar blushed pink with arousal.
[voice]
Date: 2020-08-14 08:31 am (UTC)It's off.
The competition.
I'm not doing it.
Re: [voice]
Date: 2020-08-15 03:56 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-08-15 04:25 am (UTC)Oh yeah? I might like that.
[voice]
Date: 2020-08-15 09:15 am (UTC)....
Guess I didn't like thinkin of the story you told.
Lexa said it was beneath me. Seems like it was pissing a lot of people off.
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Date: 2020-08-16 12:47 am (UTC)[If he wasn't holding the tome Max would be getting some finger guns.]
[Okay is this awkward now? He should go back to work]
Um, anyway, I gotta get back to work, lemme know when you're makin the biscuits, okay?
Re: [voice]
Date: 2020-08-16 11:50 am (UTC)I'm happy to hear you've called it off.
[Rowan is probably happy too. They were pretty upset when they saw Max and Ren going at it publicly.]
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Date: 2020-08-16 12:49 pm (UTC)He barely notices the coolness of the lube next to the wonderful sensation if Rowan's hand applying it. The state he's in, it would take more than that to quell the heat.
Now he's looking up at Rowan with hungry eyes. His breath is held in anticipation, his cock already twitching with the desire to go deeper. Part of him longs to thrust up already, but he forces his hips to stay still.
There's no masking the desperation in his voice, however. "Oh, please. Yes."
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Date: 2020-08-16 01:23 pm (UTC)One hand rests on their own thigh, leaving red marks on pale skin as they knead their own flesh with each downward motion, and as they pass the half way mark they free their other hand and seek out Max's, holding onto him painfully tightly as they lose control over the last few inches, impaling themself to the hilt. As their hips meet, Rowan throws back their head and cries out wantonly, body quivering. "Max, fuck, I..." They start, but don't finish. The ache of the stretch has slipped into pain, but even that feels good, setting Rowan's body on fire with the sensation of being stretched beyond the limits of what they have. They glance down between them to see their joined bodies and moan again at the sight, their cunt clenching even tighter around Max.
"...a moment." They half finish, drawing their joined hands up, and then guiding Max's hand between them, back to their clit, encouraging him to start helping them relax so they can start to ride him.
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Date: 2020-08-16 03:55 pm (UTC)His eyes are trained on Rowan the whole time, noticing the grip they keep on their thigh. Is this hurting? He almost speaks up. Then Rowan's hand finds his and he squeezes back, with a meaningful look him his eyes. They can stop any time.
But they don't, and the cry that flies from their lips as their hips join doesn't sound like one of pain exactly. Max lets out a whimper of his own at that clench.
"Rowan," comes his husky whisper, "take it as slow as you need to, okay?"
With their guidance, his fingers slide between them. He's already gotten a good feel for where to touch, so the pads of his fingers zero right in on their clit.
"Please tell me if it's too much," he says even as his fingers start their work. "I don't want to hurt you."
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Date: 2020-08-16 04:25 pm (UTC)With that thought, they kiss him again, before straightening up again, gasping in combination of pain and pleasure as Max's cock hits the back of their pussy. They roll their hips once more, this time more experimentally, and deciding that they're now relaxed enough, slowly start to move, using their hips and thighs to ride Max. And this time their loud, obscene moan is one of pure pleasure, to feel that large cock slide in and out of them.
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Date: 2020-08-16 06:03 pm (UTC)[The little (relatively speaking) man in his pants is perking up at the idea already. Max has to make an effort not to imagine too much.]
Come on by after work and bring me that pan. I'll have everything I need by then.
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Date: 2020-08-16 11:00 pm (UTC)[Corbin licks his lips and grins, he's looking forward to it. Not just the biscuits, either.]
[But first he has to get through the rest of his shift, and get those tea and scones and that clotted cream from the Tea Garden, but he's got his after work plans in the back of his mind the whole time. He's eagerly anticipating it by the time he gets off work, heading back to his room to get the cast iron pan he'd managed to scavenge and heading over to the Slipper.]
[He comes down the stairs and into the kitchen, still wearing his work clothes, a loose tank top with some kind of shimmery texture to it and a pair of trousers that Daniel had picked out that fit him very flatteringly.]
[He sticks his head into the kitchen with an eager grin.]
Hey Max? You in here?
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Date: 2020-08-17 12:16 pm (UTC)My friends at home keep me from doing stupid shit most of the time. I don't have people to do that for me here. Lexa's good, but, I can't put that on one person.
So.
If you catch me being a dumbass. Say so.
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Date: 2020-08-18 02:20 am (UTC)But Rowan's hips rolling against him draws another needy whimper out of his throat. "Feels good?" He asks, just one more time. "Because you feel really great."
His fingers continue to rub against Rowan in small thrusts, aided by the opposing friction of their movement. If he could get them to come again on top of him like this... just thinking about the way Rowan had clenched on his fingers was enough to cause a little shudder to roll through him, making him moan into that kiss. How he'd love to make that happen again.
"Oh Rowan," he cries when they straighten and begin to really ride him. "I love it when you make that sound."
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Date: 2020-08-18 06:13 am (UTC)They begin to set a steady pace, shuddering with pleasure each time their bodies side together. Their experience shows, and they're not wildly bouncing on Max dick, but using controlled thrusts of their hips to move around him. Between the lube and Max opening them up further, it's slick and smooth, and Rowan is loud in their pleasure, not holding back any of their eager noises. "Just like that! Oh fuck, yes, Max, yes!"
Action [switching to prose if that's okay]
Date: 2020-08-18 02:23 pm (UTC)The whole kitchen smells like cooked bacon. Max is standing over the stove with the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up past his elbows, and the front of him covered by a broad black apron. On the stove is a pan full of perfectly cooked strips of thick-cut bacon. Max is using some tongs to pick them up and move them to a plate to dry.
"Thought I'd go ahead and get this part out of the way. Could use a snack while we wait anyway." Seasoning the pan will take an hour.
Of course, they might have some other ideas for how to pass the time.
Yes god thank fuck
Date: 2020-08-18 02:32 pm (UTC)"Oh hell yeah, that looks good. Here's the pan." He'll set it down next to the bacon and go ahead and grab a piece off the plate, still hot and shimmering with grease. He holds it gingerly as he takes a bite.
"Mmmm, fuck this is perfect." He leans against the counter with a content smile as he munches away on the bacon.
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Date: 2020-08-18 04:08 pm (UTC)[That sounds like a lot of trust she's placing in him. He's touched.]
I already spoke up once. I can do it again.
How about you do me the same courtesy? If you hear me talking out of my ass about something, let me know. Deal?
:)
Date: 2020-08-19 02:19 am (UTC)"Glad you approve. Have as much as you want."
He'll take the pan and set right to work washing and greasing it. Then in the oven it goes.
"Okay," he said, bumping the oven closed with his hip, "That should be done in an hour now. We've got some time to kill."
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Date: 2020-08-19 02:59 am (UTC)It's heaven! Rowan knows what they're doing, and at no point does the angle ever go wrong. It's just a great fuckin' ride. Even as he can feel the pressure coiling low in him, he keeps his fingers moving, spurred on by those joyous noises.
He's moaning right along with them, full-throated, "Oh! Oh YES! You feel so good!"
Spasms are starting to tighten his muscles in waves, the telltale twitches pulse in his dick, but he forces his hips to stay still -- let Rowan take the lead here.
"I really want to feel you cum around me," he whines. He's pretty sure they'd take him with them.
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Date: 2020-08-19 05:04 am (UTC)Reaching up, they paw at their own chest, groping the sensitive flesh of their pecs, letting that sensation combine with Max's hand and cock, and giving Max a bit of a show at the same time. They pinch their nipple, and then pull the other hand up to do the same to the other one, rolling them between their fingers and tugging lightly, as their cries become wordless, needy and desperate. Their movements become erratic, before, suddenly, they cry out, slamming back down on Max's dick and staying there as they come hard. They clench around him, both inside and outside, muscles pulsing as they shake, hands dropping to the bed to try and support them as their slight frame shakes with the waves of pleasure. "Fuck, Max... fucking cum for me, I want to feel you cum." They manage to beg, after cresting the initial wave, opening their eyes enough to take in the handsome man beneath them.