If they weren't, well, Rowan, they might have felt the need to be ashamed for how quickly Max got them going again, but they don't feel any shame in this. Who wouldn't get wound up again by the way Max is pounding into them, stretching them out, his breath heavy on their skin? The way he crowds Rowan into the wall, his hands holding them up and down at the same time, the noises he fills the air with. But more than that, Rowan loves that it's Max doing these things to them; that it's Max crying out their name, that it's Max's hands on their body. He feels right against them in ways they can't describe: two bodies melding into one, claiming and being claimed by each other.
"Oh, oh fuck, Max! I-- fuck!" Another thrust past their prostate has stars bursting behind Rowan's eyes, and they scream out his name again as they tense tightly around him and come hard.
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Date: 2020-10-10 06:54 am (UTC)If they weren't, well, Rowan, they might have felt the need to be ashamed for how quickly Max got them going again, but they don't feel any shame in this. Who wouldn't get wound up again by the way Max is pounding into them, stretching them out, his breath heavy on their skin? The way he crowds Rowan into the wall, his hands holding them up and down at the same time, the noises he fills the air with. But more than that, Rowan loves that it's Max doing these things to them; that it's Max crying out their name, that it's Max's hands on their body. He feels right against them in ways they can't describe: two bodies melding into one, claiming and being claimed by each other.
"Oh, oh fuck, Max! I-- fuck!" Another thrust past their prostate has stars bursting behind Rowan's eyes, and they scream out his name again as they tense tightly around him and come hard.