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.
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.
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."
Giving in, Rowan finally licks their lips clean, then leans in to lick Max's finger clean as well, with soft, deft motions, holding his hand by the wrist. "You're lucky? I'm the one who got a meal and a show." Rowan smirks, licking their lips again as they release Max's hand.
They lean into him, resting their head on his shoulder and idly playing with the remaining buttons on his shirt. Their own need is still present within them, but for now it's burning low, letting them enjoy the moment. "I'm glad you got to be the first guy I tasted." They would have been just as happy with Lucas as well, but they feel so comfortable and safe with both of them that it was really just a toss up of who got there first. But Max won out, and now they get to curl up in his lap like the cat that got the cream.
The smile on his face changes shape to something a lot darker and a lot hungrier while he watches Rowan lick their lips and then him, clean. A sudden bloom of heat has his cheeks burning and his lips parting with needy sigh.
What were they talking about...? He'd completely forgotten. He's not even sure what Rowan said to him just now. Wait. Wait. Yes, he does know.
"I was really your first?" He asks with a mixture of warm pride and awe.
There's a brief twinge when he remembers someone else who he'd unknowilingly been the first for. That had gone disastrously. But, no, not even those thoughts can ruin this mood. Rowan is too cute and simultaneously sensual curled up like a milk-drunk cat him his lap.
"I'm really touched that you trusted me with that. And I... I really liked it." Did he say that already? Well, it's worth repeating.
Catching that lusty gaze, Rowan smirks a little, their body responding to it with a spike of desire of their own. They would squirm under that look any day of the week, and knowing they can cause it in Max makes their head giddy.
"Not my first blow job, obviously." Rowan chuckles. "But without a condom, yeah." They take a breath, hand still fiddling with Max's shirt lazily. "I don't... I don't really do relationships. Never have done. So I have to be careful, and my Mums made sure I knew what I was doing and that I was being responsible as a kid."
Rowan slowly trails a hand down Max's chest. "I've never slept with one person as much as I've slept with you or Lucas. You both might have sold me on it, though. I didn't realise there was so much to already knowing your partner." They look up at him, grinning. "You'd better be careful, I think I'm getting addicted to you."
"Yeah... first, uh, swallow." Max's cheeks are about as red as twin traffic signals. Damn, that was so hot. So hot. And knowing it was their first time and they didn't...well, gag on the taste or something, that makes it so much better.
"I'm glad your mums were so proactive in protecting you." He runs his hands up their arms in a reassuring gesture. Their relative inexperience does not in any way bother him.
"I have one or two people at home I see repeatedly," he hesitates to say how very committed he is to his master because, as far as Rowan knows, that's just his job. "And, it is really nice to already have all the first meeting awkwardness out of the way...to form a deeper connection."
He smiles so fondly at Rowan. He can feel that pressure in his chest that he refuses to name squeezing him tight again. "You and Lucas, by far, are the closest I've ever been with someone. So... if you're in danger of getting addicted then, It might be too late for both of us already. I don't think I could possibly give up what we have now." He hopes they feel the same.
That blush is so endearing. Rowan can't help but lean in and press a kiss to each cheek, then nose against Max affectionately. How someone can be so sweet, and yet so sexy at the same time is beyond Rowan, but they're very glad that they found him.
"Good. 'Cos I ain't planning on going anywhere, so you're both stuck with me." At least until Rowan can set the pair of them up together. Then maybe they'll have to withdraw a little. But they'll see what happens when that happens. For now, they just lean in to claim a loving kiss, sweet and loving, but their lips parted slightly in unconscious invitation.
Max is already hopelessly addicted to the way Rowan nuzzles him and in just such a small way makes him feel so cared for and comforted. If they think they'll be able to withdraw, Max will have something to say about it. Like he told Lucas, he's got a lot of room in his heart, enough for both of them. They are both wonderful and sweet, both sensitive and intuitive but Rowan...
There's a flame in them that sparks so pure and hot that he can see it in the grey glow of their eyes every time they look at him. Such a surety of purpose, such a fierce protectiveness in them --Max admires it more than he could ever say. He feels so safe just knowing he has Rowan at his back, no matter what he'll face here.
"Oh no," he puts a hand dramatically over his forehead, "what ever will we do?"
He can think of some things. He kisses them deeply, probing his tongue between their parted lips, letting it explore over teeth and tongue, and even glancing over the inside of their cheek like he wants to memorize every part of them. Maybe that's exactly what he wants to do.
This kind of kiss isn't a bad choice. Rowan lets Max explore, chasing his tongue with theirs but not interfering. A moment's thought has them wondering if Max can still taste himself on their tongue, and if he enjoys that or not.
And as they kiss, their hand continues fiddling with his shirt until - whoops! There goes another button. And another. And if Max doesn't stop them, Rowan will undo each button in turn until they can push his shirt open and slide their hands over his chest, drinking in the feel of his firm muscles under their soft fingers.
In fact, Max can taste himself faintly on their tongue. The slight hint of salt and musk doesn't bother him, but neither does it particularly excite him. But the exploring does. And the slow progress Rowan is making on the buttons of his shirt, that surely does.
When their hands slides down his chest, he breaks away from the kiss to let out a low needy moan.
"Oooh, if you keep going like this, I might just decide to take you over the back of this chair." That's not a threat, that's a promise.
"Is that meant to discourage me?" Rowan smirks up at him, with a roll of their hips - though an extremely careful one, since they're still dressed and Max isn't. They don't want to hurt anything, after all! Their hands move up to his shoulders, catching the material of his shirt over them so they can push it down over them, undressing him further.
"Besides, you need to get past my jeans first." They add, before leaning in and claiming another kiss, their hands moving back down to his chest to map out those firm muscles some more.
"Absolutely not," he says with a laugh. "I'm hoping you'll tempt me into it."
He appreciates the care they are taking. Those pants look great on Rowan. Really great. But jean flavored rug burns are not going to be a good look on Max.
"Mmm can't be that hard..." he murmurs until the kiss cuts him off.
But, oh look, he's got his strength back already. Putting both hands around Rowan's thighs, he holds them tight to him, and stands, saying, "Hang on."
Normally Rowan would wrap their slim legs around his waist, but with Max holding them like that, they can't. So instead they lean into his chest and trail their hands back up to his shoulders, draping them over, and pushing his shirt further down his back, and therefore arms, in the process.
"Whoops~" They murmur, completely unapologetically as they trace their hand down his spine, pressing up into his neck, parting their lips and then purposefully stilling, their breath teasingly warm against his throat. Well, Max did say he wanted to be tempted. And when he's got such a sensitive erogenous zone it'd be rude not to take advantage.
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Date: 2020-09-06 04:11 am (UTC)“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.
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Date: 2020-09-06 12:32 pm (UTC)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."
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Date: 2020-09-06 12:51 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2020-09-06 07:34 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2020-09-06 07:43 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2020-09-08 04:42 pm (UTC)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."
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Date: 2020-09-08 05:24 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2020-09-09 12:11 am (UTC)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."
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Date: 2020-09-09 05:58 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2020-09-09 06:10 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2020-09-09 07:34 pm (UTC)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!"
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Date: 2020-09-09 08:00 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2020-09-09 09:20 pm (UTC)"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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Date: 2020-09-10 05:51 am (UTC)They lean into him, resting their head on his shoulder and idly playing with the remaining buttons on his shirt. Their own need is still present within them, but for now it's burning low, letting them enjoy the moment. "I'm glad you got to be the first guy I tasted." They would have been just as happy with Lucas as well, but they feel so comfortable and safe with both of them that it was really just a toss up of who got there first. But Max won out, and now they get to curl up in his lap like the cat that got the cream.
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Date: 2020-09-11 02:52 am (UTC)What were they talking about...? He'd completely forgotten. He's not even sure what Rowan said to him just now. Wait. Wait. Yes, he does know.
"I was really your first?" He asks with a mixture of warm pride and awe.
There's a brief twinge when he remembers someone else who he'd unknowilingly been the first for. That had gone disastrously. But, no, not even those thoughts can ruin this mood. Rowan is too cute and simultaneously sensual curled up like a milk-drunk cat him his lap.
"I'm really touched that you trusted me with that. And I... I really liked it." Did he say that already? Well, it's worth repeating.
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Date: 2020-09-11 06:29 am (UTC)"Not my first blow job, obviously." Rowan chuckles. "But without a condom, yeah." They take a breath, hand still fiddling with Max's shirt lazily. "I don't... I don't really do relationships. Never have done. So I have to be careful, and my Mums made sure I knew what I was doing and that I was being responsible as a kid."
Rowan slowly trails a hand down Max's chest. "I've never slept with one person as much as I've slept with you or Lucas. You both might have sold me on it, though. I didn't realise there was so much to already knowing your partner." They look up at him, grinning. "You'd better be careful, I think I'm getting addicted to you."
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Date: 2020-09-12 04:03 am (UTC)"I'm glad your mums were so proactive in protecting you." He runs his hands up their arms in a reassuring gesture. Their relative inexperience does not in any way bother him.
"I have one or two people at home I see repeatedly," he hesitates to say how very committed he is to his master because, as far as Rowan knows, that's just his job. "And, it is really nice to already have all the first meeting awkwardness out of the way...to form a deeper connection."
He smiles so fondly at Rowan. He can feel that pressure in his chest that he refuses to name squeezing him tight again. "You and Lucas, by far, are the closest I've ever been with someone. So... if you're in danger of getting addicted then, It might be too late for both of us already. I don't think I could possibly give up what we have now." He hopes they feel the same.
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Date: 2020-09-12 09:27 am (UTC)"Good. 'Cos I ain't planning on going anywhere, so you're both stuck with me." At least until Rowan can set the pair of them up together. Then maybe they'll have to withdraw a little. But they'll see what happens when that happens. For now, they just lean in to claim a loving kiss, sweet and loving, but their lips parted slightly in unconscious invitation.
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Date: 2020-09-12 05:55 pm (UTC)There's a flame in them that sparks so pure and hot that he can see it in the grey glow of their eyes every time they look at him. Such a surety of purpose, such a fierce protectiveness in them --Max admires it more than he could ever say. He feels so safe just knowing he has Rowan at his back, no matter what he'll face here.
"Oh no," he puts a hand dramatically over his forehead, "what ever will we do?"
He can think of some things. He kisses them deeply, probing his tongue between their parted lips, letting it explore over teeth and tongue, and even glancing over the inside of their cheek like he wants to memorize every part of them. Maybe that's exactly what he wants to do.
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Date: 2020-09-12 06:18 pm (UTC)And as they kiss, their hand continues fiddling with his shirt until - whoops! There goes another button. And another. And if Max doesn't stop them, Rowan will undo each button in turn until they can push his shirt open and slide their hands over his chest, drinking in the feel of his firm muscles under their soft fingers.
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Date: 2020-09-13 04:24 pm (UTC)When their hands slides down his chest, he breaks away from the kiss to let out a low needy moan.
"Oooh, if you keep going like this, I might just decide to take you over the back of this chair." That's not a threat, that's a promise.
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Date: 2020-09-13 04:50 pm (UTC)"Besides, you need to get past my jeans first." They add, before leaning in and claiming another kiss, their hands moving back down to his chest to map out those firm muscles some more.
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Date: 2020-09-14 04:16 am (UTC)He appreciates the care they are taking. Those pants look great on Rowan. Really great. But jean flavored rug burns are not going to be a good look on Max.
"Mmm can't be that hard..." he murmurs until the kiss cuts him off.
But, oh look, he's got his strength back already. Putting both hands around Rowan's thighs, he holds them tight to him, and stands, saying, "Hang on."
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Date: 2020-09-14 05:48 am (UTC)"Whoops~" They murmur, completely unapologetically as they trace their hand down his spine, pressing up into his neck, parting their lips and then purposefully stilling, their breath teasingly warm against his throat. Well, Max did say he wanted to be tempted. And when he's got such a sensitive erogenous zone it'd be rude not to take advantage.
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