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"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.

"If I'd... known you liked it so much..." Max panted "I would have asked sooner."

It wasn't that he thought Rowan didn't like it, it's just that he had so many things he'd wanted to do to Rowan first. He jumped the line.

But it's his cock that's jumping now in Rowan's mouth. "Oh, fuck! Your're good at it," he says as his head tilts back, eyes going half-lidded. "Oh, MMmmm!"

His hand tightens in their hair involuntarily. Jesus FUCK that's good.

On the one hand, there's so many things that Rowan wanted and still wants to do with Max. On the other, that's the advantage of - whatever this is (and Rowan still doesn't want to put a name to it) - where they keep getting to try new things with one another.

They moan around Max's cock as he pulls on their hair, eyes falling back to the task at hand as they try and relax their throat, wanting to take him right to the base. They don't quite manage, making it most of the way down before they have to stop and pull back, lavishing attention on him with their tongue as they do. It's even better than normal without the sharp taste of the latex, Max's scent filling their senses and turning them on even more as they take another attempt to deep throat him, determined to manage.

Max is equally in awe over the fact that he has the option to build a rapport with Rowan like this. They can plan things for future times, with no rush to get it all done at once. It's... well it's really wonderful.

He'll have later to think more about that. Right now, he's consumed with just how good Rowan's mouth feels enveloping him. He makes low noises of encouragement as they work their way down on him. The amount they've taken in already is impressive. But he can tell they are trying to go for the gold while not quite succeeding yet.

"Rowan," his voice is full of lust, but also just a hint of concern, "it's okay if you don't get it all. Believe me, this feels great."

Drawing back again, Rowan was going to answer, but they get distracted for a moment, bobbing their head over the tip, tongue dancing over the tip. Their hand comes up to stroke the base, their saliva making it glide over Max's skin.

Finally letting Max's erection drop from their lips, they continue the hand job as they look up at him. "You're underestimating how much I get off from this, from feeling your cock fill me up." And with that, they'll part their lips again and swallow him down in one smooth motion. This time they almost reach the base, their nose just a hair's breadth from touching him, and they remain their for a moment, enjoying the weight and feel of him, before they draw back again to where they can bob their head and tease him with their tongue at the same time.

"Oo-oooh," he purrs, "you won't hear me complaining about the attention."

Hearing Rowan talk about how his cock fills them up causes another hard throb. Pleasant memories of how tight they were around him before come back to mind, causing his heart to flutter in his chest.

"F-fuck, Rowan!" he cries when they go back down on him. He spasms in the back of their throat. Those throbs in his dick increase in frequency with every bob of their mouth over him.

"God, you have me so worked up with that. You better be careful."

They should draw back, given that they already promised Max a go somewhere else as well, but their will power fails them. He’s so hot like this, towering above them, and the weight and taste of his throbbing erection has Rowan’s body throbbing with arousal itself. They only pick up the pace, one hand resting lightly on his hip as they take more of him into their mouth and relaxing their throat around him, tongue gliding over the parts it can reach. As they do so, they look up at him, a pointed gaze in their eyes. If Max wants to come anywhere outside of their mouth, he’s either going to have to find it in him for a second round, or pull out himself, because Rowan’s enjoying this too much to stop.

"Mmmngg" Words fail him now.

His shoulder blades draw together with the tension of his efforts to stay grounded, to keep his knees from going out from under him while Rowan bobs on his dick. His fingers tighten in their hair, nails scraping their scalp. He wants to keep his eyes open, to keep looking at Rowan looking at him like that! But the force of his pleasure is too great, his eyes roll back and his chin tips to the ceiling.

Fuck, fuck, FUCK, that's good!

"O-oh," he whimpers, his hips quiver as the impending release builds, "I-I'm going to-!"

He can't stop it. For the briefest of moments he considers trying to pull away, but the motion turns into a jittery half-thrust that only pushes him deeper into Rowan's mouth. And it's all too little too late. His hot seed spills out accompanied by a thunderous cry that rings off the walls.

"Oh...god..." he murmurs when the climax ebbs, at last. "I might need to sit down." His legs feel like two rubber bands, and he doesn't think Rowan can catch him.

Those fingers in their hair feel good, but not as good as Max's reaction. Rowan could watch him like this every day - and this isn't a bad position to enjoy it from. They rock their hips a little, their body not quite as needy as Max is right now, but definitely starting to build, right until Max manages to splutter out a warning.

For a moment they hesitate - they've never had someone come in their mouth before, and they don't want to fuck it up. Should they try and swallow, or draw back and let Max come over their face? But then it's too late; Max pushes into them and comes, pulsing in their mouth.

Rowan's hand on his hip turns into a grip, and they splutter a little, but manage to swallow most of it, gulping down around Max to try and keep themself from making a mess. By the end they're panting slightly, but looking very self satisfied as they draw back, licking the last of it from Max's cock, until his spent member falls from their lips. There's a trickle of cum in the corner of their mouth, and Rowan glances up at Max, intending to lick it away while looking at him before Max speaks.

Immediately they jump to their feet, their hand pulling Max's arm over their shoulders as they do so, supporting him. "I've got you. Think you can manage to get to the chair? It's only a few steps." And they'll be there for him to lean on every step of the way, of course. Their voice is a little husky, but they don't notice, all attention on keeping Max safe.

He's half-ready to apologize to Rowan for failing to pull away... until he sees them licking him clean and oooh what a wonderful memory that is going to make. Good thing he's so spent, or that would have him about to blow all over again. He's all for watching Rowan finish that show but then...

Suddenly they're up and putting an arm under him for support, which is nice, but maybe not as absolutely necessary as he made it sound.

"Yeah, yeah," Max rushes to assure them. "No, it's fine. I'll be fine."

Now, he's trying not to laugh because the concern is really touching and it's mostly himself he's laughing at for being so dramatic.

"I just mean, you really did a number on me. I'll be okay though, really. I promise!"

"Git." Rowan pouts at him, but guides him over to the chair anyway. Rather than helping him into it, they push him down, not as gentle any more, before claiming his lap. "If it was that horrible, I won't do it again!" They proclaim, though they absolutely don't mean it. Aside from anything else, they enjoyed it almost as much as Max did.

The pout that they pull is probably ruined somewhat by that trickle of cum still in the corner of their mouth, though. Not to mention the way that they can't quite manage to keep it, hints of their smirk showing through underneath.

Now he actually is laughing as he's pushed roughly down --which makes it very hard to look contrite at the same time. Who is he kidding? He was never destined to pull that off. Not with Rowan in his lap pouting so cutely.

"I think think the evidence," Max brushes that small bit of drying slick from the corner of their mouth and holds it out as proof, "speaks for itself. Unless my investigation skills are way off."

Fuck, why is it so hot to see his cum on their face? Hang on, Rowan, because Max has a feeling there's going to be an encore. --Just give him some time and he will deliver on those promises he made earlier. They still have a shower to christen, after all.

"I loved that a lot and you know it. I can't believe how lucky I am right now."

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