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[Rowan doesn't even necessarily want him over to fuck him senseless (although if he shows any sign of want it, they will absolutely oblige), they just need to hold him right now, to manifest some of this affection physically in the hopes that it won't overspill entirely.]

You made me so happy, I can't... I don't... Just get over here.

On my way.

[Not that he'd ever turn down a good time with Rowan, but he is mostly teasing about trying it out. He will happily accept warm hugs. More than happily.

He gets there as fast as he can, and knocks on the door. When Rowan opens up, they will find Max in a slightly more casual state of dress: beige trousers, a royal blue shirt and light blue tie. He's starting to branch his fashion out beyond black suits.]

As always, Rowan's door is ajar, but they rush to greet the knock, dropping their tome and the note on the bed as they pass. They barely take in Max's change of clothes, throwing themself at him, wrapping arms around his neck and pulling him roughly down into a series of desperate kisses.

"You little shit." They punctuate each word with another kiss, pressing up as close to him as they physically can, absolutely not worried that they're still in the corridor. "Why'd you waste favour on me?"

Max probably won't get much of a chance to see, but he might be able to feel that Rowan has also come by a change of clothes, the newbie trousers having finally been replaced by a pair of skinny jeans that fit almost like a second skin around their legs - and bum, not that it's visible under the long, loose t-shirt that they're wearing, covered by an undone button up.

"Hiy-oof!"

He melts against Rowan, turning into putty at the onslaught of kisses. Each word from Rowan has him grinning harder and harder.

He does peripherally notice the change of clothes, being attuned to such things, but he's got more important things to occupy his mind. Like how CUTE Rowan is being. And how happy they are.

"For the record," he says when he can get a word in edgewise, "it's not a waste."

He wraps Rowan up tight in his arms and starts walking them backward into the room. Because they really should get out of the doorway.

"Seeing you this happy is worth double the price." Kiss. "Triple!" Kiss. Kiss. "I can't think of anything I'd rather use it on."

Letting Max walk them back into the room, Rowan leans up into each kiss, relinquishing their hold just enough to let them move in sync. At least until they're far enough into the room that Rowan can push the door closed behind him, and then push him up against it.

Using their hold on his shoulders, they press down for a moment, giving him a moment's warning before they jump up, wrapping their legs around Max, trusting him to be able to take their weight as they claim his lips in another firey kiss. "You're a git." They kiss him again, pressing as close as they physically can. "Thank you."

He guesses by that pressure what they intend, and readies his muscles for the jolt. When Rowan jumps up, he expertly catches them with his hands on their rump. It's barely a challenge to keep them held there against him, and it's such a pleasure to have Rowan face to face with him without having to lean down. He almost doesn't want to let them pull away enough to speak.

"Yeah well," he tries to mimic their tone of endearing admonishment. "You're cute." He punctuates that with a kiss to the tip of their nose.

"And you are very welcome."

His expressions turns more serious now. "I know we haven't talked a lot, explicitly, about your general life experience but... I'm sure some things can't be easy. And well... people can be real motherfuckers about it where I'm from. I just really want you to know I care about you so much. And I'm damn grateful I met you."

With those words, the tears that were threatening to spill finally do, as they claim Max’s lips in another desperate kiss. Their heart feels like it’s about to burst. How do you deal with all this love? And not from family or pack, but a friend? They had been assuming that Lucas had shared their promise of a fuck should he find a shower, but to have Max (and Lucas?) realise all of that of his own accord, and act to protect Rowan... it’s flattering in a way they didn’t know was possible, and they try to pour all of their love, affection and gratefulness into the kiss, trying to explain with their body what words fail them.

“You... thank you.” They kiss him again, words still failing them, but briefly this time. “Max, thank you so much, you don’t know how much this means to me.” How can they ever repay him and Lucas for this?

Max uses his hands to boost Rowan into his chest until they are crushed together so tight it's almost like they occupy the same space. And he pours back all the affection, all the acceptance, the hope and renewal he's felt since meeting Rowan right back into that kiss, just as desperate and passionate.

There's so few people he feels he can be his better, more genuine, self around. Rowan is sitting tied for the top of that list. It's not even about what they know, or don't know. It's that, for all they find him attractive, they've always wanted to talk to him too, and to listen. Really listen. And he doesn't think there's any way he can possibly tell them how much it means to find someone he can share so much of his soul to. But what he can't put into words, he will strive to put into deeds.

"No, maybe I don't all the way. But I'd like to."

He pulls away from the kiss to take a breath. And finally looks down at Rowan's new ensemble. He's finally able to appreciate the feel of jean fabric beneath his hands.

"I like you new style, by the way. Or, is this the old style?"

That comment catches Rowan off guard again. Maybe... maybe he could. But then they realise, heart clenching painfully, that no. As much as they want to, as much as Max deserves it, he won't ever be able to fully understand, because Rowan has to lie to him because of the damn Litany. And in that moment they hate it more than they've ever hated it before.

At least the remark on their clothes is enough of a distraction from that thought. "Mm? Oh, yeah. Old style. Thank fuck. I dunno that I could have put up with those trousers much longer." Except they could have, because replacing them meant spending money. "I see you lost the jacket today as well." They belatedly realise, hands stroking over Max's shoulders as they look at what they can see, as appreciative as ever.

"I dig it," he digs his fingers a little harder into Rowan's cheeks as he says that.

"Oh? Yeah. What do you think? I'm trying out dressing slightly down. It feels weird to be the one guy going around in a full suit the whole time. And...well, the suit thing was always for my Master's taste. I'm trying to see if it still fits here."

Another day the mention of Max's master would sour Rowan's mood, even with the realisation of not being able to tell Max everything they still feel giddy, especially given that he's trying to break away from him.

"It's a bit late to worry about what you're wearing after the whole castle has seen you streaking, don't you think?" Rowan smirks, hand curling around the tie and tugging a little. Oh, they remember the reaction they got from that the first time they pulled Max into their room, it's just a shame that from this position they can't take full advantage of it. Not that there's any other disadvantages to it, especially with Max's hands firmly placed under their bum still. "But I like it. I mean, you'd look good in a potato sack, but this really suits you."

"You got me there. But, you could say I still had a suit on, even then." He waggles his eyebrows, because he knows Rowan gets the punchline (and if Rowan ends up punching him for it, it was still worth it.)

A purr rumbles in his throat and he leans slightly into the pull on that tie. He'd been content with just a friendly get-together but if Rowan is going to go and do that, his motor can't help but rev up a little.

"Thanks. I'll be sure to keep experimenting. Maybe I can put on a little fashion show for you some time. Or maybe..." he starts to walk them slowly into the room heading for the bed, "I'll do a different kind of show." The kind where clothes come off instead of on.

Rowan can't even begrudge him that pun right now, and they bury their face in his shoulder to hide a snigger. They might have paid him back with a nip to the throat, but since his collar gets in the way, he misses out. It doesn't last long in any case, as the idea of a show perks them up.

"The kind of show where you might keep your hat on?" They suggest, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Your birthday suit is my favourite one, by a mile."

Noticing that they're heading towards the bed, though, Rowan tugs again. "Hey, don't you want to see what your hard work earned you the free use of?" They suggest, looking pointedly over his shoulder at the new door set into what was previously a plain wall.

Ah, ah. Can't hide that from him. He can feel the sniggering against him and it's all he ever wanted.

"Well, I dont have a hat, but I do have a tie. And I've been known to leave it on." Because it does make such a nice handle.

"Buuuut, silk doesn't do well with water, so, maybe we'll save that." He turns and starts toward the shower door because HELL YEAH he wants to try it out.

Maybe they can get hold of one of those removable collars for Max so he really can just wear the tie, with something to give him a bit of protection when it’s pulled on. Because they agree, it makes an excellent handle.

Trusting Max to keep them safe, they free their other arm from around him as well, sliding both hands up his tie now. “Shame. But it’d be a shame to ruin it too.” Clever fingers fiddle with the knot, loosening it enough that they can tug it wider, and then undo it, taking their sweet time, and letting it tug around Max’s neck in the process. “It’d better wait for another time.”

As they finally undo it and let it slide off his neck, their fingers moving to the top button of his shirt, undoing it and then pushing it aside so they can lean in to kiss just below his Adam’s apple.

Rowan doesn't need to be overly concerned with being rough. In the right context, Max won't mind it at all. Not with someone he trusts.

He easily bears their weight when they release their hands to start loosening his tie. He even begins to sway with them, almost like they are slow dancing.

"There will be plenty of other times. You know I can't resist you." Especially not when Rowan kisses him there and like that.

His head tips back slightly, so his throat is even more wide open. A lovely shiver travels down his spine.

"I never get tired of that." He says, voice husk already.

Well, since Max is asking so nicely... Rowan pops open another button on his shirt, parting it further, and opens their mouth, placing opened mouth kisses over his throat.

"So I was thinking." They murmur, before placing another kiss. "It might be time," another kiss, "for your investigation," another kiss; this time slightly to one side, "to take a new angle." They nip down, just under his jaw, not hard enough to leave any kind of mark even immediately, just enough for him to feel it. And just in case that wasn't enough to get the message across, they drape their arms around his shoulders again, taking some of their weight there so they can rub their arse into the hands placed there.

...And yes, this isn't getting to the shower. But Max is so distracting, who can blame them?

He has to tighten his grip to keep from going weak from those kisses. Veins stand out against the skin with how his neck is straining. That nip makes his knees wobble.

"Mmmm," he rumbles, "I would looove to continue this investigation into new territories, but if you keep doing that while I'm holding you, you're going to end up with a bruise on your ass instead." He says this good naturedly enough, but it's half-true. God, one day he's going to get over that weakness but it's not today.

Rowan pouts at him, apparently upset by that and pulls away from Max’s throat. “Well, if you can’t take it.” Their voice is soft, almost on the edge of being a threat, as they wiggle free from his arms and drop both feet to the ground with a dancer’s grace.

They don’t stop there, though, slowly, inch by inch, folding their legs under them, kissing along the strong lines of Max’s chest, hidden under his shirt. “Maybe I’ll have to find something else to nibble on instead.” They fold their knees under them, coming to rest with their lips hovering over Max’s crotch and look up at him.

Oh no. That pout is so cute. Max almost can't be sorry. He definitely isn't when he sees the grace with which Rowan releases themselves. How had he not noticed this before? He's paying attention now.

A shudder rolls through him. The muscles of his chest jump as if shocked by the electricity in Rowan's lips. He's having trouble catching his breath. The sight of Rowan kneeling before him has stolen it all away.

"I wouldn't dream of stopping you," he threads his fingers into their hair and scrapes nails against their scalp, lightly encouraging.

"I'm all yours."

This isn't making it to the shower, but they can always clean up together afterwards, right?

They tilt their head into that light scratch, enjoying it enough to let their eyes flutter closed as they lean into kiss Max's cock through his trousers. Their hands slide along his waistband, teasing fingers dipping underneath until they reach his belt and flies, which they start to work on as their kiss turns into a nuzzle, pressing their face up against him through his clothes.

"And I'm all yours." They reply, glancing up at him with a smile as they hook their fingers under his briefs to make sure they don't catch on anything sensitive, and then pull both them and his trousers down in one go.

Depending on how this goes, the shower may be pretty handy.

His lips part in an expression on unfiltered desire watching them nuzzle in close. He continues to scratch lightly on Rowan's hair, giving a few encouraging presses too. The moment their fingers hook into his briefs, he feels his heart thud with excitement knowing what they intend a split second before they yank down.

His erection swings free of the fabric. And Max laughs because he's about to say the worst possible thing and he already knows it's bad but he still can't stop himself.

"Someone's happy to see you."

Told you it was bad.

God, hearing Max laugh like that makes Rowan’s heart swell, even more so for knowing what’s coming. They roll their eyes for show and lean in to nip the flesh of Max’s thigh, punishing him ever so lightly for it, in a way that they hope will only encourage him.

“You can stuff that joke where the sun don’t shine... along with your cock.” Rowan chuckles, but they squirm slightly, thinking about it inside them. Soon. But first...

They lean in, rubbing their cheek against Max’s erection, lips parted slightly as they draw back towards the head. “Max...” They murmur, voice low and husky, full of need and want. “Will you let me have you raw?”

If he asks for a condom they’ll respect his wishes without question, but they’ve been thinking about this for weeks now. Everyone here says it’s safe, but it still doesn’t feel it, but with Max, illogical as it is, they do feel safe. And they’re desperate to try; Max coming over them when they were all together igniting a need that Rowan’s been ignoring for years. They want to taste the musk that fills their scented nose this close to him, to pull back the foreskin and lavish attention on the head of his cock, and then later to feel him fill them up with his hot seed, and as they look up at Max, his cock on their cheek, pleading eyes large and darkened by lust, they hope he can tell just how desperate they are for him.

If that's the punishment he's going to receive, then he'll have to think of some even worse ones. He wants more sweet discipline.

Rowan's reply really makes the experience. God, he loves that they can both fire back on each other like this. Rowan is so clever and witty and cute and...

His dick gives a heartfelt throb against their cheek at the word 'raw.' That's almost answer enough, but this request requires more than that.

"Yes," he whispers with a throat that's gone very dry.

Max has always strictly practiced safe sex when it comes to other humans (vampires are a different story). Most his encounters were and are one night affairs, so it makes sense. If he's going to be going at it with just anyone, it's an absolute necessity. But Rowan isn't 'just anyone' and here, he's been told, there's no consequences to fear. It leaves his dying to ditch the rubber. Out of respect for everyone else, he hasn't voiced that desire.

But now...

"Fuck yes."

Safe sex has always been incredibly important to Rowan back home for the same reasons, and they've always been careful to not only use protection but also to get tested regularly. The only exceptions for them have been a few times where they were the one not wearing something, to make sure they were making the right choice, but those are times that they prefer not to think about these days.

Max's enthusiastic reply gets Rowan's blood pumping, as much as the task ahead of them. They part their lips, and start by delicately lapping over the tip, gently pulling the foreskin back for getter access. The taste is more sour than they imagined, but it doesn't put them off, pulling the foreskin back further so they can lavish attention around the whole head, before parting their lips enough to take it between them and suckle lightly, bobbing their head to give the illusion of friction between them.

Then they draw back completely and look up at Max again. "God, I love giving head so much." They murmur, huskily. "Remind me why I haven't done this to you get?" They don't wait for his reply, but part their lips wide and start to swallow him, eager to see how much they can manage, eyes still rolled up to watch Max's response.

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