"Bribe him with cake making, then." Rowan laughs, but it's a little more tense than normal, Max's fingers starting to work their magic inside them. "How long does a cake take to bake, anyway? Is there enough time to tease him then, or is that going to end up with a burnt cake?"
The combination of the idea of Max's gift, and his two reasonings for giving it has Rowan biting their lip to half smother a low moan. Normally they wouldn't react so audibly to just a comment, but on top of everything it's too much, and while they normally don't try to hide noises while fucking the combination of conversation and the prep work confuses them enough to try this time. "Fuck, Max, that's hot." They pull their hand away, wipe it off, and then catches his wrist to stop him. Time to see how long they last together.
"I'd love to watch you prepare him for me with one. And then maybe we could leave it in him and play with one another for a bit while he has to watch?" They suggest with dark eyes, offering Max the wash cloth as well. "Do you want me facing you or the desk?"
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Date: 2020-10-19 03:32 pm (UTC)The combination of the idea of Max's gift, and his two reasonings for giving it has Rowan biting their lip to half smother a low moan. Normally they wouldn't react so audibly to just a comment, but on top of everything it's too much, and while they normally don't try to hide noises while fucking the combination of conversation and the prep work confuses them enough to try this time. "Fuck, Max, that's hot." They pull their hand away, wipe it off, and then catches his wrist to stop him. Time to see how long they last together.
"I'd love to watch you prepare him for me with one. And then maybe we could leave it in him and play with one another for a bit while he has to watch?" They suggest with dark eyes, offering Max the wash cloth as well. "Do you want me facing you or the desk?"