As Max thrusts into them and starts to fill them up, Rowan keens, arching their back as their body pulses around him, milking him dry as he asked. The hand that was between their legs slams into the tile and claws at it helplessly, attempting to support themself as their body quivers through the orgasm.
And when it starts to fade, they feel impossibly full, breath coming in short bursts, Max's heavy body a warm blanket in contrast to the colder tile. "That. Very much that." They manage to gasp, giving his hand a weak squeeze. Standing is difficult, and they're not sure they could if they weren't trapped between Max and the wall, but pulling away will certainly mean that he slips out, and they want to enjoy this feeling a little longer.
Rowan does pull Max's hand closer and kiss the knuckles of his fingers though, since they can't kiss the man himself. Then they close their eyes again and try to get their breath back, luxuriating in Max's presence. And then, "we should sit. Before we fall." They're very reluctant. But it's kind of necessary.
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Date: 2020-10-11 10:16 am (UTC)And when it starts to fade, they feel impossibly full, breath coming in short bursts, Max's heavy body a warm blanket in contrast to the colder tile. "That. Very much that." They manage to gasp, giving his hand a weak squeeze. Standing is difficult, and they're not sure they could if they weren't trapped between Max and the wall, but pulling away will certainly mean that he slips out, and they want to enjoy this feeling a little longer.
Rowan does pull Max's hand closer and kiss the knuckles of his fingers though, since they can't kiss the man himself. Then they close their eyes again and try to get their breath back, luxuriating in Max's presence. And then, "we should sit. Before we fall." They're very reluctant. But it's kind of necessary.