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.
Max is all eyes on Rowan, that show will be replaying in his mind later too. He's also making some mental notes to tease Rowan's nipples a lot the next time. Because there are going to be a lot of next times after this if he can help it.
"A-ah! FUCK yeah!" He cries when Rowan slams down on him. It's so good Max is seeing pink stars behind closed eyelids.
Rowan's begging is the final drop that breaks the damn. That clenching already had him loaded and ready to explode. He goes off like a roman candle, howling so loud it threatens to shake the rafters. His back arches up as the pressure rushes out of him in wave after wave, until he finally sags under Rowan, a trembling mess limp muscle, so very, very satisfied.
"Holy shit Rowan," he manages to say between gasps for air, "that was hot as fuck."
Rowan mewls as Max comes inside them, trembling both from the struggle of holding themself up on limp muscles, and at the pleasure of seeing Max like that, completely undone beneath them. It's enough to set heat off inside them again; even though they're too exhausted for another round right now, they'll be thinking about this later, fingering themself as they think of the next time.
Once Max sags, Rowan finally gives into the arms that are barely holding them, collapsing onto him with a soft exhale of breath. "You're hot as fuck. 's what you deserve." Is all they can think to reply, as they lay over him, head resting on his shoulder as they breathe in deeply, skin tingling and sensitive from the after effects of their orgasm.
"Well, I don't know about deserve, but I'll take it."
He wraps his arms around Rowan when they collapse into him. It's a warm hug, because Max burns hot already. Add the dying fires of passion to that and he's practically a furnace.
His heart is still beating so fast, he can hear it in his ears making a sweet post coital music as it mingles with Rowan's breathing. The kind of music he could fall peacefully asleep to. He's got a few things to clean up first.
But not yet. He wants to stay like this holding Rowan just a little longer. He'll trail his fingernails lightly over their back, drawing lazy circles while he appreciates this wonderful afterglow. This feels so safe and right. He almost can't believe it's true.
"Definitely deserve it." Rowan replies immediately, although their tone is still soft. It's hard to be as insistent as they should be about something like that when they feel so limp and relaxed. They lay over Max heavily as their breathing slowly adjusts back to normal, even with his fingers trailing what feels like a burning path over their back. They should move to take more of their weight, or clear up somewhat, but they can't muster the energy, eyelids heavy.
Finally, they find the strength to lift one hand and curl it around Max's shoulder, lifting their head just enough to catch his gaze. "Will you stay?" They ask, hopefully.
Rowan whines softly, not wanting to move, but their back is now rapidly starting to cool, even with Max's hands over it. They close their eyes for a moment longer, before gathering the energy to haul themself off him, rolling free. They sigh, shivering slightly as the relatively cool air hits their skin, and then sit up enough to lean over Max again to kiss him softly and sweetly, fingers wandering blind back down to his crotch so they can free him from the condom.
Once it's off, they sit up properly, tying it off, pleased to see that for all of the ache that they're feeling, there's no blood, so it was just stretch. Good, that means they can enjoy it without worrying. They leave it on the nightstand, and then flop back down on the bed, ineffectively tugging at the blankets that they're lying on.
Max purrs happily in response to that kiss. Followed by a sigh of relief when they lift the condom away.
He's watching Rowan carefully, still with some lingering concerns of his own. He hopes, now that they are coming down from the pleasure, it won't turn into pain and regret. For now, it seems okay?
"You know," he chuckles, "It works better if you aren't laying on top of them. Let me."
If Rowan doesn't say something to stop him, he'll get to his knees so he has the leverage to scoop Rowan into his arms enough to lift the blankets out from under them. Then he'll settle them down on the bed again and drape the covers over them both.
Rowan doesn't think to stop him, but they do hold on tight to his arm, finding the strength to cling a little... at least for a moment, before they get distracted by the way Max's muscle's flex. Damn, the options this much strength opens up to them...
Bringing their mind away from a possible next time, once set down, they immediately wiggle back over to him, draping themself back over Max's chest, resting their head on his collar and winding their leg over his. "This okay for you?" They double check, as they bring the covers up closer around them, snuggling in.
"This is great." So great. Rowan is warm against him. Such a rare treat.
"But let me know if you get too hot. I'm told sleeping next to me is kind of like being next to a furnace set to high." His master never complains about that, but the living might.
His hand drapes over their back. The wrinkles of worry that seem to permanently gather around his eyes have smoothed away.
"You are extremely hot." Rowan agrees, trailing a finger lazily over his chest, now they're settled again up against him. "I think it'll be fine though." Max can't be as bad as curling up to sleep against Serenity in crinos, or waking up to Revvie or Walkie Talkie in bed with you. For a start, he's smaller than two out of three, and has significantly less fur than all three.
Yawning softly into Max's chest, Rowan seeks out his other hand, lacing their fingers together. "I'm glad, 'cos I already warned you that I'll be wanting second helpings sometime." They smile into him. "And I could get used to being held like this." Honestly, the sex was great, but cuddles are better. But they're clingy enough, best not to scare Max away too soon.
He moves his head until his chin is pressed to the top of their head, where he nuzzles them. His fingers slip so naturally between theirs it's almost automatic.
"You can come back for as many helpings as you want." Oh no, he thinks sarcastically, what a terrible fate!
"I could hold you like this every night..." The moment that slips out, he takes in a sharp breath. Shit, he shouldn't have said that. What is Rowan going to think of him?
"I mean. Sorry... that came out wrong. I think you shorted out my brain."
Jesus, he's going to be the one to scare Rowan off talking like that. He'll have to get used to sleeping alone in bed eventually. He can't go around acting like he's married to anyone here just so he'll have a body to spoon every night.
Rowan just chuckles softly, before yawning again, and then nosing against Max's neck contentedly. "Shouldn't offer me stuff like that if you don't mean it, otherwise you'll end up stuck with me." Their tone is teasing, but they mean it. They don't even need the sex before hand - it obviously isn't something that happens within the pack, but they still end up wrapped up with someone more nights than not.
But, secretly, he wonders. Would they? Could they? It wouldn't need to be about sex every time either...
He's too afraid to voice it. So he just tightens his arm around Rowan a little more, and lets his eyes droop closed. Maybe he can bring it up again after a few more nights like this.
Rowan yawns once more, eyes fluttering closed as well. "Mm. Sounds good." They murmur, close enough to sleep that their tone isn't readable. Could be deadpan, it could be that they're sleepy enough to let down their guard on this. Either way, that'll be the last Max gets out of them as they drift off, warm and satisfied, and happy to be curled in comfortably against someone - against Max specifically.
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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.
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Date: 2020-08-20 05:13 pm (UTC)"A-ah! FUCK yeah!" He cries when Rowan slams down on him. It's so good Max is seeing pink stars behind closed eyelids.
Rowan's begging is the final drop that breaks the damn. That clenching already had him loaded and ready to explode. He goes off like a roman candle, howling so loud it threatens to shake the rafters. His back arches up as the pressure rushes out of him in wave after wave, until he finally sags under Rowan, a trembling mess limp muscle, so very, very satisfied.
"Holy shit Rowan," he manages to say between gasps for air, "that was hot as fuck."
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Date: 2020-08-20 06:02 pm (UTC)Once Max sags, Rowan finally gives into the arms that are barely holding them, collapsing onto him with a soft exhale of breath. "You're hot as fuck. 's what you deserve." Is all they can think to reply, as they lay over him, head resting on his shoulder as they breathe in deeply, skin tingling and sensitive from the after effects of their orgasm.
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Date: 2020-08-20 10:02 pm (UTC)He wraps his arms around Rowan when they collapse into him. It's a warm hug, because Max burns hot already. Add the dying fires of passion to that and he's practically a furnace.
His heart is still beating so fast, he can hear it in his ears making a sweet post coital music as it mingles with Rowan's breathing. The kind of music he could fall peacefully asleep to. He's got a few things to clean up first.
But not yet. He wants to stay like this holding Rowan just a little longer. He'll trail his fingernails lightly over their back, drawing lazy circles while he appreciates this wonderful afterglow. This feels so safe and right. He almost can't believe it's true.
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Date: 2020-08-20 10:18 pm (UTC)Finally, they find the strength to lift one hand and curl it around Max's shoulder, lifting their head just enough to catch his gaze. "Will you stay?" They ask, hopefully.
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Date: 2020-08-21 02:52 am (UTC)"I'll stay." A gentle smile crinkles his eyes. "I'd really like that."
He lifts his head enough to look down at himself. The condom is starting to feel awkward and cold on his shrinking member.
"Should probably clean up before I get too comfortable."
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Date: 2020-08-21 06:47 am (UTC)Once it's off, they sit up properly, tying it off, pleased to see that for all of the ache that they're feeling, there's no blood, so it was just stretch. Good, that means they can enjoy it without worrying. They leave it on the nightstand, and then flop back down on the bed, ineffectively tugging at the blankets that they're lying on.
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Date: 2020-08-21 01:48 pm (UTC)He's watching Rowan carefully, still with some lingering concerns of his own. He hopes, now that they are coming down from the pleasure, it won't turn into pain and regret. For now, it seems okay?
"You know," he chuckles, "It works better if you aren't laying on top of them. Let me."
If Rowan doesn't say something to stop him, he'll get to his knees so he has the leverage to scoop Rowan into his arms enough to lift the blankets out from under them. Then he'll settle them down on the bed again and drape the covers over them both.
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Date: 2020-08-21 04:11 pm (UTC)Bringing their mind away from a possible next time, once set down, they immediately wiggle back over to him, draping themself back over Max's chest, resting their head on his collar and winding their leg over his. "This okay for you?" They double check, as they bring the covers up closer around them, snuggling in.
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Date: 2020-08-22 05:51 pm (UTC)"But let me know if you get too hot. I'm told sleeping next to me is kind of like being next to a furnace set to high." His master never complains about that, but the living might.
His hand drapes over their back. The wrinkles of worry that seem to permanently gather around his eyes have smoothed away.
"Rowan... this is really nice." All of it.
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Date: 2020-08-22 06:10 pm (UTC)Yawning softly into Max's chest, Rowan seeks out his other hand, lacing their fingers together. "I'm glad, 'cos I already warned you that I'll be wanting second helpings sometime." They smile into him. "And I could get used to being held like this." Honestly, the sex was great, but cuddles are better. But they're clingy enough, best not to scare Max away too soon.
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Date: 2020-08-22 08:52 pm (UTC)"You can come back for as many helpings as you want." Oh no, he thinks sarcastically, what a terrible fate!
"I could hold you like this every night..." The moment that slips out, he takes in a sharp breath. Shit, he shouldn't have said that. What is Rowan going to think of him?
"I mean. Sorry... that came out wrong. I think you shorted out my brain."
Jesus, he's going to be the one to scare Rowan off talking like that. He'll have to get used to sleeping alone in bed eventually. He can't go around acting like he's married to anyone here just so he'll have a body to spoon every night.
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Date: 2020-08-23 08:06 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-08-23 01:04 pm (UTC)But, secretly, he wonders. Would they? Could they? It wouldn't need to be about sex every time either...
He's too afraid to voice it. So he just tightens his arm around Rowan a little more, and lets his eyes droop closed. Maybe he can bring it up again after a few more nights like this.
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Date: 2020-08-23 02:09 pm (UTC)