maximumcake | [IC Inbox]

Profile

Max Maximum

"You've reached Max Maximum. Leave a detailed message and I'll call you back as soon as I can. Thanks."

Tags:

ic inbox

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only | Expand All

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."

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."

Edited Date: 2020-09-14 04:16 am (UTC)

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.

Max's grip on Rowan tightens and he arches his back when he feels them press in close to his neck.

"hhhhmm," he breathes, "you're cheating again..." He doesn't sound sorry either. "God help me if you find any of my other hots spots."

Maybe one day Rowan can interrogate them out of him.

"That's it. Now you're going to get it."

He flips around and sets Rowan down on the chair. Then he tosses his shirt away, and strips down his trousers and underwear too. (The tie stays.) Rowan can have a nice look at just what their teasing is doing for him, now, because that erection is waking back up.

"Time to get those pants off you," he says, already reaching to push up Rowans shirt to get access to them.

“Getting my pants out from under my jeans is a magic trick I’d like to see.” Rowan laughs, eyes lingering on Max’s hardening dick. What if they gave him another blow job to see if they could actually take him properly this time? But no, the fire between their legs is springing up again, warmer than ever after the unsolved arousal from earlier.

They arch their hips into his hands, allowing him to undo the flies and reveal the boyshorts underneath, the elastic held taut over their hips to to reveal a glimpse of the dark hair under. They don’t let him admire the view too long, though, but push him away and stand up. Turning around, they pull their shirts off and toss them away, then bend themself over the chair, presenting their arse to Max, the jeans moulding perfectly around it. “You going to give it to me?” They smirk, looking back at him over their shoulder.

"These are cute," Max says when he sees the shorts.

He likes the nice line they cut across Rowan's hip. He also, instinctively reaches out, intending to drag a finger lightly down that trail of dark hair. The texture would be fun to explore -- Rowan doesn't give him the time for it.

Not that he's sorry because now he has a perfect ass in front of him just begging to be played with.

"Da-yum," Max's voice is full of appreciation. "How did you even get those on so tight?" Mark tight, tight jeans as a newly discovered turn-on for him.

"I'll give you everything and more when you're lookin' at me like that."

He smacks Rowan' playfully. Then his hands go to the waistband, and start to shimmy those jeans down. He's being careful because he doesn't want to rip them. He definitely wants to see them again.

That tone of appreciation pleases Rowan enough to have them letting out a quiet rumble of appreciation of their own, wiggling their bum for Max. "Practice, and just enough stretch in the jeans." They say, pleased. They're extra glad that the fae gave them back their exact wardrobe now - or at least a set close enough to it that the jeans are still as fitted to their body as they're used to.

That light smack as them letting out another pleased noise, and they resist the urge to arch their back into it, instead focusing on relaxing their legs to make it easier for Max to peel them free of their trousers. Only once they're free of them do they part their legs a little more and push themself up on to their toes, stretching out their legs and arse to give Max a better view. "Better without? Or should I put them back on?" They tease.

He's surprised, actually, how difficult getting these down are. But, he manages. He's determined.

"We both know the real treat is what's inside those jeans. So, it has to be without. But they do such a nice job of showing it off."

He delivers another smack, slightly harder this time, since they are pushing themself up so nicely.

"If I could get away with hanging a frame around this right here, I'd do it." He makes a square with his fingers and looks at Rowan through it, "Picture perfect. True art."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only | Expand All

Active Entries

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags