"And I like you as you are," Max reassures Rowan. "For the record."
Because, that's been a problem in the past too. Max's own affinity for high fashion doesn't mean he finds anything less than unattractive. Sometimes, he's a little jealous, actually. He's been conditioned to care about his looks to this degree, to the point where it's hard to relax about it. It might be nice to just not give a fuck.
But any further worries about that go right by the wayside as Rowan lists off all the various ways they could have each other. Fashion is the farthest thing from his mind now.
"I think," Max says, dropping his voice low and sensual, "it's going to be hard to pick just one." So hard. He's already so hard.
Warm tingles dance in his belly as he's led by the throat into the room. The door shuts softly behind them. Now, they can really start the fun.
"First of all, I'm just dying to get this investigation underway." He steps in close and runs hands down Rowan's chest, paying close attention to any curve of the flesh he might feel beneath the fabric. "You've kept me in such a state of suspense."
Rowan didn't need the reassurance, but none-the-less, it's always nice to hear it. They flash Max a warm smile in response to it, briefly pushing aside lust. Seriously, how unfair is it that someone's this hot and this cute at the same time?
"Maybe you'll have to come back for a second helping sometime." They purr, finally releasing the tie to lean up and wrap their arms around Max's neck, opening their chest up to his questing hands. Rowan groans under the examination, eyelashes fluttering. There's nothing there enough to be noticable - except, maybe, a touch more weight than their leanness would otherwise suggest - but they are sensitive. "Don't act like you ain't enjoyed it." Rowan murmurs, voice low and lustful, but still with a touch of cheekiness there. And to drive home the point, they shift their leg, pushing their thigh up between Max's.
"Oh no," he says in mock horror, "seconds, or thirds? What ever will I do...?" His eyes lock on Rowan. 'How about you' his gaze seems to say.
His fingers hesitate only a moment as they pass over Rowan's chest, he's noticed the slight difference, but it could just be fleshier pecs. Regardless, the way Rowan groans encourages him to keep probing.
"Oh, I didn't say that... I do love some good teasin-mmmm," that thought is interrupted by a low moan when Rowan's thigh presses between him, brushing against some very sensitive parts of his own. Ooh, Rowan is good at that. But Max isn't about to let himself be outdone.
His fingers drag lower until they're just starting to brush along Rowan's groin. It's featherlight touches for the moment, teasing and exploring, waiting to see what kind of reaction he'll get. And what he'll feel through the trousers. Soon, perhaps, he'll have the answer to the great mystery.
He clearly does enjoy some good teasing as well. Rowan can't blame him, pushing up into him a little more to try and encourage more of those delicious noises. It has the other advantage of opening them up slightly to Max's revenge, and Rowan's breath hitches as fingers reach between them. "Jumping ahead a bit, aren't we?" They murmur, but make no move to stop him - in fact, shifting a little to give Max more space to explore. There's no mystery on this end; it'd be hard not to notice that there's no cock between Rowan's legs, and with the right amount of pressure Max might be able to map out the shape of some of Rowan's pussy.
"Satisfied the mystery? Or does it need more investigation?" They ask, pressing butterfly light kisses along Max's jaw, emphasising the investigation side. They know what they're hoping for.
"Hmm. I guess they are in the way." Yes, yes they are, and despite them attempting to keep their tone steady, those probing fingers have left their mark in that they can't quite hide their need.
It does mean pulling away from the heat between Max's legs, though, and since they're doing that... They push him back, towards the bed, encouraging him to sit there, then take a step back and away from him. Rowan glances once, briefly, at the door, reassuring themself it's closed, before returning his attention fully to Max, as they wrap their arms around themself, slowly pulling up the edge of their shirt to reveal a sliver of skin above the waistband, a very light trail of hair disappearing beneath it. "Just the trousers?" They purr, voice low, offering much more.
Max doesn't take his eyes off them as he backs up, doesn't even look down to make sure he's square with the bed before sitting down. His hungry gaze is only for Rowan and the show they're putting on. Things low in his belly tighten at the sight of that bare skin and the trail of hair vanishing down below their waistband.
He reaches out for Rowan, wanting to explore more. "Mmmm. In the interest of a thorough investigation, I think I'll have to have all the evidence laid bare."
And since fair is fair... Max untucks the tail of his dress shirt and pulls the fabric up to expose a hint of his own perfectly chiseled abs.
That hint of skin is horribly distracting. Rowan has to battle the urge to lean in and explore it, desperate to uncover more. But they have to hold back - they're meant to be doing that to Max, not the other way round! (Soon, though, they think, licking their lips.)
They half-shed their jacket with an easy shrug of their shoulders, letting it fall down their arms and back until it hangs around their waist. But Max has seen this much before, the newbie clothes underneath as unflattering as ever, even as they lift a little as Rowan reaches up to slowly unwind the scarf. They turn their back to Max to toss it and the jacket to the chair, and then as they turn back they take a half step closer, so they're within reach again.
Now the real show can begin. They smirk at Max, as they reach down, and slowly, letting Max appreciate each inch as it's revealed, start to pull their shirt up, and over their head. Unlike Max's built frame, Rowan is slender, with just enough muscle to prevent them from being bony. As they reach up to pull the shirt off and over their head, they're stretched out enough for a glimpse of red to show from under their waistband. "All of the evidence, you say?" They murmur, trailing their hands down their own body towards their trousers, slowly starting to undo them, red flashing again from under the material. "I suppose I'll just have to hope we don't uncover something too hard to swallow." They smirk, glancing at Max's crotch again. Soon.
Max has the cheekiest grin on his face. What's the matter Rowan? Something distracting you~
Of course, this game goes both ways. His smirk has melted into something less smug, and a lot hungrier now that Rowan's shirt is coming off. When Rowan steps into reach, his fingers dance in the air with the temptation to touch. Each small inch of skin revealed makes his heart beat just a little bit faster.
"I think it might be up to you whether it's hard to swallow..." He purrs. Oh, he saw that look, and it's warranted because even through the fine fabric of his dress pants, his bulge is significant.
Admittedly, that flash of red has Max curious. The first time he wasn't so sure he saw anything but the second time... now his attention is fully trained below Rowan's waist. His fingers will trail lightly to their hips, not attempting to pull Rowan any closer, just sitting there on their slender form as a steady hand of encouragement.
Someone's very distracting - that bulge in particular isn't helping Rowan's concentration. Max Maximus, huh? Might as well be a deed name, if the promise of Max' crotch is anything to go by. But at least he isn't a Bone Gnawer, otherwise it'd be Bigus Dickus adorning his paperwork.
Rowan shivers with need when Max's hands come to rest on their hips, snapping them back to what they were doing. They smile at him hungrily, breathing shallowly as they pass their hands over his, down to their waistband to push it off their hips. "And there's the rest." They say, although it's not quite true. Underneath are a pair of red lace knickers, tied together in a neat little bow on either hip. Rowan steps out of their trousers and forward to Max, sliding over him smoothly to straddle him. Unashamedly, they run their hands up his chest, pulling his shirt up a bit to expose his midriff once more. "Well, not quite. But I thought you might want to do the final reveal, mm..." Their attempt at a low murmur is hindered somewhat by a moan as they roll their hips, causing Max's erection to push against their entrance through the clothes that are left between them.
Max Maximum may as well be a deed name, since Max's master dubbed him specifically after this particular attribute. Something he rarely lets his pet forget. Max is just grateful his master isn't a Monty Python fan, or it could easily have been worse.
His eyes sparkle with delight when those red panties are revealed. His cock throbs in agreement. Keeping his hand on Rowan's hip, he helps to guide them in as they straddle him.
"Ooh. I just love unwrapping pretty presents," he purrs.
"Red looks great on you. It will look great off of you too-- Mmmm!" The roll of Rowan's hips against his straining erection drags a low moan from his throat.
His trembling hands pick at the ribbons holding the red knickers in place. He'd love to get all of this fabric between them out of the way right now.
"Why don't you help me with my belt?" He asked, rolling his hips back to encourage Rowan. These dress pants really need to go.
There isn't much encouragement needed. Rowan's absolutely in agreement about removing the clothes between them, but they can't give up the chance to play with Max a little longer, wanting to get him as worked up as possible. They lean in closer, taking advantage of their position to trail hot kisses along Max's jaw, and then down his neck, as they trail their hands back down Max's chest, undoing buttons as they go. "So I can unwrap my present?" They ask, with a chuckle, as they slide their fingers along his waistband.
Unfortunately, though, there's not quite enough room to manoeuvre, so Rowan has to lift themself up a little, pulling reluctantly away from the heat of Max's crotch to give them access to Max's belt. Not that they go there immediately, instead sliding further down to cop a feel, tracing the shape of what they can reach of his cock. "Big boy." They hum, in breathless awe and approval, as they move their hand up and away again, finally, eagerly, taking to Max's belt, suddenly out of patience for more teasing.
The moment their lips brush Max's neck he lets out a low nearly feral moan, his eyes closing and his head tipping back to expose more. His breath comes in sudden gasps. Wild need bucks his hips under Rowan and, try as he might, he can't make himself stay still.
"You can do," he pants, breathless with the sudden intensity of his lust, "whatever you want..." If the plan is to get Max worked up, it has succeeded with flying colors.
Max's erection strains against that touch, throbbing so hard Rowan might even feel it through the fabric. A whine rumbles out of his chest. He grinds himself eagerly against their fingers.
"I'd love to show you..." Oh, please...
Objectively, he knows he has to let Rowan move away to get the clothes off, but it's still hard to release his fingers from around them. When Rowan reaches for the belt, Max manages to lean away enough to give them space to work with, but he needs something to do with his own hands, so he combs his fingers into Rowan's hair.
Max's response is turning Rowan on even more, and they keen into his neck, shuddering a little with need as they fumble with his trousers. Once they're loose, they slip their fingers under, tugging both them and his pants down eagerly. "Off." They demand, nipping at his neck softly, and then pulling away completely to give Max space to undress, climbing off his lap and perching beside him instead. Now that he's no longer between their legs, should Max look, he'll see the neatly trimmed hair between them and the folds there, exactly as he might expect to see on a woman.
And then, since they're away from him anyway, they take the moment to toss away the knickers that Max undid for them, and lean over, pulling a basket out from under the bed and lifting it up to the nightstand. It's still more or less empty, for now just occupied by a small collection of lube and condoms. Obviously Rowan intends to add to it at some point. With that done, they turn their hungry gaze back to Max to see if he obeyed the order or if they need to reveal their prize themself.
When Rowan's fingers jerk down his pants he's giddy with relief at the prospect of having his erection free at last. His pants are getting too tight. Then Rowan nips at his neck and he almost goes weak. If he'd been standing his knees would have buckled like wet noodles. Fuck, he can't resist that.
"Off." The command cuts through the lusty haze sharp and clear. Yes. He wants them off. He wants it all off. Nothing between them.
He fumbles with undressing, shucking the cloth away blindly because he can't tear his gaze from Rowan completely bare in front of him. Now that he's freed himself of those pesky clothes, Rowan will be able to admire how his cock twitches at the thought of soon being buried deep in their lovely folds, all eight or so inches of it.
First things first, he needs to suit up. He reaches a hand for the basket. "I'm glad you're well prepared."
And Rowan is indeed admiring it, letting out a low whistle at the size of him. "You didn't warn me this was going to be such a deep investigation." They murmur, leaning forward to run their fingers over his erection, feeling out the size and shape of him. They let out a quiet, eager noise as they curl their hand around him, feeling his girth, and stroking him at the same time, enjoying his heat in their hands. They're glad they went ahead and brought the large condoms after all.
Moving their hands out of the way once Max has selected a condom, they settle back into the bed, spreading their legs for him, unashamedly. "We need the lube too, my body doesn't produce it itself." They warn him. "I did prep before hand - both sides, so you can choose - but I didn't realise your name was a warning, Mr. Maximum, so I may need a little more." They're just hoping that they can take him; they're shallower than a cis woman. But, oh, are they eager to try.
"My master thought the name would give an inkling..." he answered breathily, "That's why he chose it."
A pleased purr resonates in his chest as Rowan takes him in hand. His foreskin stretches back to reveal a little pool of precum already gathering at his tip. That should help the condom roll on nicely. In fact, it does.
"Okay, I'll make sure to be generous with it. And, you just let me know if it's starting to get uncomfortable at all."
Max has, on occasion, run into certain issues due to size differences with both men and women, so he tends to be cautious. Rowan can depend on him to take direction well in that regard.
"I choose pussy," he says, looking down to admire Rowan spread before him on the bed. His fingers, slick with lube, trace the edges of their folds, before slowly sliding in to spread more around the entrance.
"Now, I did say I needed to be thorough with this investigation didn't I...?"
Urg, so it is a deed name, essentially, but in the worst way possible. That's actually kind of a turn off, so Rowan pushes it aside, focusing on the man in front of them instead. Luckily, there's plenty to distract them with, and Rowan traces the lines of Max's abs.
They groan as Max starts his explorations, their eyes fluttering closed as they push up to meet his fingers eagerly. There is a small amount of wetness there, but not as much as one could expect from their obvious arousal. The only other difference that Max might be able to notice are the subtle, faded scars, hidden under the neatly groomed hair. They jerk their hips again, trying to push Max's slick fingers into themself, encouraging him. At the same time, they move their hands up, thumbs now circling Max's nipples.
"Don't go stretching the metaphor." They reply, opening their eyes with a sudden smirk, a light pinch to one nipple, and another thrust upwards. They couldn't resist; a mid-sex pun is the best type.
He has some hard feelings about the name too, Rowan. About that, and a lot of things... It doesn't matter right now. Here, in fairyland, he can do as he pleases. And please who he chooses.
Those groans from Rowan are all the reassurance he needs. Very clearly some circumstances are different. He has a careful eye, and has noticed the faint scars. Between that and the need for extra lube, he's able to put the pieces together. So, comes the mild thought, that's what that looks like. He finds himself a little fascinated; his free hand traces the lines while delicately playing with Rowan's neatly trimmed hair.
The jerk of Rowan's hips breaks him out of that entrancement, and brings the flood of heat back on full-force. He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth at that delicious touch to his nipples.
"You're right; I can go stretching you instead."
Since they are so eager, Max thrust his fingers in deeper in time with Rowan's movement. And he'll keep that movement going faster now, while also getting his thumb in action in the place where the clit should be.
"You're sexy as hell. You know that?" Puns during sex are fucking sexy.
Pushing up into Max, Rowan welcomes the intrusion with a wanton moan, satisfied to finally be filled, but at the same time aching for more. When his thumb moves higher, they unconsciously copy the motion, circling their own over the abused nipple, until Max finds the right position to brush against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Rowan cries out, arching their back, groping at Max's chest.
The compliment makes them blush, though; not that it's that noticeable through cheeks already flushed with arousal. In response, they half pull Max up, half curl down to meet him, claiming his lips in a bruising kiss. "And yet, half as sexy as you." They murmur against his lips, pushing up into him again, as they pull him in close, fingernails lightly raking over his shoulder. "Look at the state you got me into, mm, with just the promise of a fuck."
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.
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Date: 2020-07-22 05:46 pm (UTC)Because, that's been a problem in the past too. Max's own affinity for high fashion doesn't mean he finds anything less than unattractive. Sometimes, he's a little jealous, actually. He's been conditioned to care about his looks to this degree, to the point where it's hard to relax about it. It might be nice to just not give a fuck.
But any further worries about that go right by the wayside as Rowan lists off all the various ways they could have each other. Fashion is the farthest thing from his mind now.
"I think," Max says, dropping his voice low and sensual, "it's going to be hard to pick just one." So hard. He's already so hard.
Warm tingles dance in his belly as he's led by the throat into the room. The door shuts softly behind them. Now, they can really start the fun.
"First of all, I'm just dying to get this investigation underway." He steps in close and runs hands down Rowan's chest, paying close attention to any curve of the flesh he might feel beneath the fabric. "You've kept me in such a state of suspense."
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Date: 2020-07-22 06:14 pm (UTC)"Maybe you'll have to come back for a second helping sometime." They purr, finally releasing the tie to lean up and wrap their arms around Max's neck, opening their chest up to his questing hands. Rowan groans under the examination, eyelashes fluttering. There's nothing there enough to be noticable - except, maybe, a touch more weight than their leanness would otherwise suggest - but they are sensitive. "Don't act like you ain't enjoyed it." Rowan murmurs, voice low and lustful, but still with a touch of cheekiness there. And to drive home the point, they shift their leg, pushing their thigh up between Max's.
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Date: 2020-07-23 02:45 am (UTC)His fingers hesitate only a moment as they pass over Rowan's chest, he's noticed the slight difference, but it could just be fleshier pecs. Regardless, the way Rowan groans encourages him to keep probing.
"Oh, I didn't say that... I do love some good teasin-mmmm," that thought is interrupted by a low moan when Rowan's thigh presses between him, brushing against some very sensitive parts of his own. Ooh, Rowan is good at that. But Max isn't about to let himself be outdone.
His fingers drag lower until they're just starting to brush along Rowan's groin. It's featherlight touches for the moment, teasing and exploring, waiting to see what kind of reaction he'll get. And what he'll feel through the trousers. Soon, perhaps, he'll have the answer to the great mystery.
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Date: 2020-07-23 04:44 am (UTC)"Satisfied the mystery? Or does it need more investigation?" They ask, pressing butterfly light kisses along Max's jaw, emphasising the investigation side. They know what they're hoping for.
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Date: 2020-07-24 07:10 pm (UTC)At their hitch of breath, Max smiles. The motion tugs the skin of his jaw tight beneath those light kisses.
"I don't know..." he drawls, while his fingers probe a little deeper against the outer mound of Rowan's pussy, "I think I better take a closer look."
Now his fingers walk up to the waistband of their trousers, and pluck playfully at the hem. "Have to get these out of the way first."
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Date: 2020-07-24 07:53 pm (UTC)It does mean pulling away from the heat between Max's legs, though, and since they're doing that... They push him back, towards the bed, encouraging him to sit there, then take a step back and away from him. Rowan glances once, briefly, at the door, reassuring themself it's closed, before returning his attention fully to Max, as they wrap their arms around themself, slowly pulling up the edge of their shirt to reveal a sliver of skin above the waistband, a very light trail of hair disappearing beneath it. "Just the trousers?" They purr, voice low, offering much more.
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Date: 2020-07-25 01:25 pm (UTC)He reaches out for Rowan, wanting to explore more. "Mmmm. In the interest of a thorough investigation, I think I'll have to have all the evidence laid bare."
And since fair is fair... Max untucks the tail of his dress shirt and pulls the fabric up to expose a hint of his own perfectly chiseled abs.
"Don't you agree?"
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Date: 2020-07-25 01:54 pm (UTC)They half-shed their jacket with an easy shrug of their shoulders, letting it fall down their arms and back until it hangs around their waist. But Max has seen this much before, the newbie clothes underneath as unflattering as ever, even as they lift a little as Rowan reaches up to slowly unwind the scarf. They turn their back to Max to toss it and the jacket to the chair, and then as they turn back they take a half step closer, so they're within reach again.
Now the real show can begin. They smirk at Max, as they reach down, and slowly, letting Max appreciate each inch as it's revealed, start to pull their shirt up, and over their head. Unlike Max's built frame, Rowan is slender, with just enough muscle to prevent them from being bony. As they reach up to pull the shirt off and over their head, they're stretched out enough for a glimpse of red to show from under their waistband. "All of the evidence, you say?" They murmur, trailing their hands down their own body towards their trousers, slowly starting to undo them, red flashing again from under the material. "I suppose I'll just have to hope we don't uncover something too hard to swallow." They smirk, glancing at Max's crotch again. Soon.
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Date: 2020-07-27 06:53 pm (UTC)Of course, this game goes both ways. His smirk has melted into something less smug, and a lot hungrier now that Rowan's shirt is coming off. When Rowan steps into reach, his fingers dance in the air with the temptation to touch. Each small inch of skin revealed makes his heart beat just a little bit faster.
"I think it might be up to you whether it's hard to swallow..." He purrs. Oh, he saw that look, and it's warranted because even through the fine fabric of his dress pants, his bulge is significant.
Admittedly, that flash of red has Max curious. The first time he wasn't so sure he saw anything but the second time... now his attention is fully trained below Rowan's waist. His fingers will trail lightly to their hips, not attempting to pull Rowan any closer, just sitting there on their slender form as a steady hand of encouragement.
"I like what I see so far."
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Date: 2020-07-27 07:32 pm (UTC)Rowan shivers with need when Max's hands come to rest on their hips, snapping them back to what they were doing. They smile at him hungrily, breathing shallowly as they pass their hands over his, down to their waistband to push it off their hips. "And there's the rest." They say, although it's not quite true. Underneath are a pair of red lace knickers, tied together in a neat little bow on either hip. Rowan steps out of their trousers and forward to Max, sliding over him smoothly to straddle him. Unashamedly, they run their hands up his chest, pulling his shirt up a bit to expose his midriff once more. "Well, not quite. But I thought you might want to do the final reveal, mm..." Their attempt at a low murmur is hindered somewhat by a moan as they roll their hips, causing Max's erection to push against their entrance through the clothes that are left between them.
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Date: 2020-07-28 09:47 pm (UTC)His eyes sparkle with delight when those red panties are revealed. His cock throbs in agreement. Keeping his hand on Rowan's hip, he helps to guide them in as they straddle him.
"Ooh. I just love unwrapping pretty presents," he purrs.
"Red looks great on you. It will look great off of you too-- Mmmm!" The roll of Rowan's hips against his straining erection drags a low moan from his throat.
His trembling hands pick at the ribbons holding the red knickers in place. He'd love to get all of this fabric between them out of the way right now.
"Why don't you help me with my belt?" He asked, rolling his hips back to encourage Rowan. These dress pants really need to go.
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Date: 2020-07-28 10:06 pm (UTC)Unfortunately, though, there's not quite enough room to manoeuvre, so Rowan has to lift themself up a little, pulling reluctantly away from the heat of Max's crotch to give them access to Max's belt. Not that they go there immediately, instead sliding further down to cop a feel, tracing the shape of what they can reach of his cock. "Big boy." They hum, in breathless awe and approval, as they move their hand up and away again, finally, eagerly, taking to Max's belt, suddenly out of patience for more teasing.
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Date: 2020-07-29 11:54 am (UTC)"You can do," he pants, breathless with the sudden intensity of his lust, "whatever you want..." If the plan is to get Max worked up, it has succeeded with flying colors.
Max's erection strains against that touch, throbbing so hard Rowan might even feel it through the fabric. A whine rumbles out of his chest. He grinds himself eagerly against their fingers.
"I'd love to show you..." Oh, please...
Objectively, he knows he has to let Rowan move away to get the clothes off, but it's still hard to release his fingers from around them. When Rowan reaches for the belt, Max manages to lean away enough to give them space to work with, but he needs something to do with his own hands, so he combs his fingers into Rowan's hair.
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Date: 2020-07-29 12:20 pm (UTC)And then, since they're away from him anyway, they take the moment to toss away the knickers that Max undid for them, and lean over, pulling a basket out from under the bed and lifting it up to the nightstand. It's still more or less empty, for now just occupied by a small collection of lube and condoms. Obviously Rowan intends to add to it at some point. With that done, they turn their hungry gaze back to Max to see if he obeyed the order or if they need to reveal their prize themself.
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Date: 2020-07-29 05:56 pm (UTC)"Off." The command cuts through the lusty haze sharp and clear. Yes. He wants them off. He wants it all off. Nothing between them.
He fumbles with undressing, shucking the cloth away blindly because he can't tear his gaze from Rowan completely bare in front of him. Now that he's freed himself of those pesky clothes, Rowan will be able to admire how his cock twitches at the thought of soon being buried deep in their lovely folds, all eight or so inches of it.
First things first, he needs to suit up. He reaches a hand for the basket. "I'm glad you're well prepared."
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Date: 2020-07-29 06:50 pm (UTC)Moving their hands out of the way once Max has selected a condom, they settle back into the bed, spreading their legs for him, unashamedly. "We need the lube too, my body doesn't produce it itself." They warn him. "I did prep before hand - both sides, so you can choose - but I didn't realise your name was a warning, Mr. Maximum, so I may need a little more." They're just hoping that they can take him; they're shallower than a cis woman. But, oh, are they eager to try.
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Date: 2020-07-30 04:14 am (UTC)A pleased purr resonates in his chest as Rowan takes him in hand. His foreskin stretches back to reveal a little pool of precum already gathering at his tip. That should help the condom roll on nicely. In fact, it does.
"Okay, I'll make sure to be generous with it. And, you just let me know if it's starting to get uncomfortable at all."
Max has, on occasion, run into certain issues due to size differences with both men and women, so he tends to be cautious. Rowan can depend on him to take direction well in that regard.
"I choose pussy," he says, looking down to admire Rowan spread before him on the bed. His fingers, slick with lube, trace the edges of their folds, before slowly sliding in to spread more around the entrance.
"Now, I did say I needed to be thorough with this investigation didn't I...?"
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Date: 2020-07-30 05:15 am (UTC)They groan as Max starts his explorations, their eyes fluttering closed as they push up to meet his fingers eagerly. There is a small amount of wetness there, but not as much as one could expect from their obvious arousal. The only other difference that Max might be able to notice are the subtle, faded scars, hidden under the neatly groomed hair. They jerk their hips again, trying to push Max's slick fingers into themself, encouraging him. At the same time, they move their hands up, thumbs now circling Max's nipples.
"Don't go stretching the metaphor." They reply, opening their eyes with a sudden smirk, a light pinch to one nipple, and another thrust upwards. They couldn't resist; a mid-sex pun is the best type.
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Date: 2020-07-30 02:01 pm (UTC)Those groans from Rowan are all the reassurance he needs. Very clearly some circumstances are different. He has a careful eye, and has noticed the faint scars. Between that and the need for extra lube, he's able to put the pieces together. So, comes the mild thought, that's what that looks like. He finds himself a little fascinated; his free hand traces the lines while delicately playing with Rowan's neatly trimmed hair.
The jerk of Rowan's hips breaks him out of that entrancement, and brings the flood of heat back on full-force. He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth at that delicious touch to his nipples.
"You're right; I can go stretching you instead."
Since they are so eager, Max thrust his fingers in deeper in time with Rowan's movement. And he'll keep that movement going faster now, while also getting his thumb in action in the place where the clit should be.
"You're sexy as hell. You know that?" Puns during sex are fucking sexy.
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Date: 2020-07-30 08:35 pm (UTC)The compliment makes them blush, though; not that it's that noticeable through cheeks already flushed with arousal. In response, they half pull Max up, half curl down to meet him, claiming his lips in a bruising kiss. "And yet, half as sexy as you." They murmur against his lips, pushing up into him again, as they pull him in close, fingernails lightly raking over his shoulder. "Look at the state you got me into, mm, with just the promise of a fuck."
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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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