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.
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."
They can’t hold back a soft moan of pleasure at the slap, pushing up into Max’s hand. It feels better than expected, but maybe that’s partly Max’s gaze on them, making their skin burn for more.
“Might make it a bit awkward to go through doors.” Rowan points out, giving Max a moment to admire them, before straightening out and turning to him. They don’t more in immediately though, instead very bluntly checking him out, their eyes raking over his face, his chest, and then down between his legs, clearly pleaded with what they see.
“Anyway, you can say that, but you’re perfect all over, like some kind of Greek statue. Only better ‘cos you come with bad puns.”
"The bad puns are the best feature," Max says, thought that doesn't keep him from swaying his hips just enough to set his dick in motion too.
"Sure, those marble statues have great asses, but they servely lack in personality. When I've eaten three times my weight in cookies around here, at least I'll still have the bad jokes."
All of this, of course, is just a cover for the slight anxiety talking about his looks always brings. He doesn't look like this just for his master anymore, but it still puts Max in a weird place.
With Rowan, however, it's less so. Because he knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that they like him for more than just his six-pack and dick. The whole package is important. So, he's happy he can deliver.
"Oh, any my baking skills. I'll still have those too."
Rowan cocks an eyebrow as Max swings his hips and his dick, and then can't hold back from laughing, snorting at how daft and playful Max is, and loving him all the more for it. "You eat that many biscuits and you'll burst." They warn him, poking his abs somewhere in the rough region of the stomach. "Won't help you keep my hands off you anyway. Ain't much helping that." Max's body is a nice bonus, but it's everything else about him that has Rowan coming back time and time again for more.
And speaking of keeping their hands off him, they allow their hand to trail down his body, heading towards that swinging dick. "You forgot your DIY skills, though. You'd still be able to nail me up against a wall."
His belly jumps at the touch while he gives a light snicker. Oh no, don't let Rowan find out he's ticklish. The startled laugh quickly changes to a pleased rumble as their hands travel down. Only to have him snorting again at that master level pun.
"Ha! Well, how else do you hang a picture frame?"
If Rowan directs their attention down, they'll be able to see (and maybe feel) just how fun an idea Max thinks that is. His hips aren't swinging anymore, but there's still plenty of throbbing movement.
"Of course, on the shower wall, I'd have to use a special tool...You've really gotta drill deep against tile."
Rowan doesn't need to look down, because in just a few moments, their fingers reach his cock, lightly rolling over it. Just that light touch has them tempted to fall to their knees again. Maybe they could manage to fit him entirely down their throat this time.
"Right, 'course. And you'll really need to hammer it home. I think I know just the one for the job, though." Their fingers loop around him loosely, stroking from base to tip with a teasingly light grip. "Is the shower wall where you want me?"
"As long as we break it in and don't break it." Rowan smirks, leans forward to kiss Max, hot and brief, and then pulls away entirely, dropping his cock. A push of the waistband and a shimmy has them stepping out of their knickers, and they cross over to the shower in a moment, turning it on, and then stepping down into the recessed area.
After a glance at the spray, they lean up against the wall in a spot where the water isn't washing over them, but instead on the edges of the spray where it hits their body like light rain. As they arch their back, arms crossed on the tile, presenting their arse to Max again, droplets gather and trickle down their pale back, down, around and in between the cheeks. "Got that frame ready, or just going to nail me to the wall as I am?" They ask, glancing back over their shoulder at him. "There's lube in the basket under the bed."
The moment Rowan's hand is gone, he feels the loss like a hot heat. He's a moth drawn to that flame. Oh Christ, what a flame. Rowan's show under the water has the blood throbbing through him like thunder in his ears.
He hurries to fetch the lube from under the bed, fumbling the basket a few times in his rush. Coordination is hard when all your blood is flowing south. He clenches the lube in one fist and hurries back to the shower.
"Damn Rowan, you're like a living wet dream," says Max as he runs his hands down their back, following the path of the water until he reaches their ass. He pauses to fully appreciate the lovedly shaped of it, stroking fingers down slowly, like it's so prescius he really could set a shrine up on it.
"I am never going to get tired of seeing you like this. You know that?"
Rowan shudders - from Max's hands or the compliment or both - and pushes up and out further, straining their back to give Max a good show and a good handful. They rest a cheek on the arms against the wall, smiling back at him over the shoulder.
"Only trying to live up to you, love." Not that they have any body insecurities that can actually be fixed, but damn. Max is a sight to see himself, and with the water dripping over those muscles leaving his skin glimmering in the light... It's just a shame from this angle they can't get a better look. "Anyway, you can have me as often as you want." A touch of redness comes to their cheeks, and they do pull away so they can twist enough to press a slightly awkward kiss to Max's lips. "It's the least I can do for what you've done for me."
"What's there to live up to that you haven't already?"
He steps in close, not caring how the spray hits him, because what he wants right now is just to hold Rowan close to him, wrapped tight in his arms from behind. When they twist to kiss him, he's right there, leaning in to complete the connection.
"I'm so glad you're happy with it. The only reward I ever needed was that. The rest of this is sweet, sweet icing on the cake."
Being pressed close has some advantages. For instance, while he says that last, his molten dick slides against their backside, sliding against the crease gently, promising so much more. He knows he'll have to break away and break out the lube before he can make good on those promises, but this is the perfect angle to lean in and lick the droplets off of ridge of Rowan's ear with gentle testing flicks of his tongue. Why hurry? Rowan isn't the only one who knows how to tease.
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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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Date: 2020-09-15 03:09 am (UTC)"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.
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Date: 2020-09-15 06:08 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2020-09-15 06:28 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2020-09-15 07:02 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2020-09-17 01:40 am (UTC)"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."
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Date: 2020-09-17 08:39 am (UTC)“Might make it a bit awkward to go through doors.” Rowan points out, giving Max a moment to admire them, before straightening out and turning to him. They don’t more in immediately though, instead very bluntly checking him out, their eyes raking over his face, his chest, and then down between his legs, clearly pleaded with what they see.
“Anyway, you can say that, but you’re perfect all over, like some kind of Greek statue. Only better ‘cos you come with bad puns.”
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Date: 2020-09-18 03:08 am (UTC)"Sure, those marble statues have great asses, but they servely lack in personality. When I've eaten three times my weight in cookies around here, at least I'll still have the bad jokes."
All of this, of course, is just a cover for the slight anxiety talking about his looks always brings. He doesn't look like this just for his master anymore, but it still puts Max in a weird place.
With Rowan, however, it's less so. Because he knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that they like him for more than just his six-pack and dick. The whole package is important. So, he's happy he can deliver.
"Oh, any my baking skills. I'll still have those too."
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Date: 2020-09-18 01:35 pm (UTC)And speaking of keeping their hands off him, they allow their hand to trail down his body, heading towards that swinging dick. "You forgot your DIY skills, though. You'd still be able to nail me up against a wall."
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Date: 2020-09-18 06:05 pm (UTC)His belly jumps at the touch while he gives a light snicker. Oh no, don't let Rowan find out he's ticklish. The startled laugh quickly changes to a pleased rumble as their hands travel down. Only to have him snorting again at that master level pun.
"Ha! Well, how else do you hang a picture frame?"
If Rowan directs their attention down, they'll be able to see (and maybe feel) just how fun an idea Max thinks that is. His hips aren't swinging anymore, but there's still plenty of throbbing movement.
"Of course, on the shower wall, I'd have to use a special tool...You've really gotta drill deep against tile."
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Date: 2020-09-18 06:56 pm (UTC)"Right, 'course. And you'll really need to hammer it home. I think I know just the one for the job, though." Their fingers loop around him loosely, stroking from base to tip with a teasingly light grip. "Is the shower wall where you want me?"
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Date: 2020-09-19 03:44 am (UTC)"We did say we wanted to break it in, didn't we? I think you'd look great pressed up against the tile with water rolling down you."
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Date: 2020-09-19 08:44 am (UTC)After a glance at the spray, they lean up against the wall in a spot where the water isn't washing over them, but instead on the edges of the spray where it hits their body like light rain. As they arch their back, arms crossed on the tile, presenting their arse to Max again, droplets gather and trickle down their pale back, down, around and in between the cheeks. "Got that frame ready, or just going to nail me to the wall as I am?" They ask, glancing back over their shoulder at him. "There's lube in the basket under the bed."
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Date: 2020-09-20 10:35 pm (UTC)The moment Rowan's hand is gone, he feels the loss like a hot heat. He's a moth drawn to that flame. Oh Christ, what a flame. Rowan's show under the water has the blood throbbing through him like thunder in his ears.
He hurries to fetch the lube from under the bed, fumbling the basket a few times in his rush. Coordination is hard when all your blood is flowing south. He clenches the lube in one fist and hurries back to the shower.
"Damn Rowan, you're like a living wet dream," says Max as he runs his hands down their back, following the path of the water until he reaches their ass. He pauses to fully appreciate the lovedly shaped of it, stroking fingers down slowly, like it's so prescius he really could set a shrine up on it.
"I am never going to get tired of seeing you like this. You know that?"
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Date: 2020-09-21 06:14 am (UTC)"Only trying to live up to you, love." Not that they have any body insecurities that can actually be fixed, but damn. Max is a sight to see himself, and with the water dripping over those muscles leaving his skin glimmering in the light... It's just a shame from this angle they can't get a better look. "Anyway, you can have me as often as you want." A touch of redness comes to their cheeks, and they do pull away so they can twist enough to press a slightly awkward kiss to Max's lips. "It's the least I can do for what you've done for me."
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Date: 2020-09-21 07:41 pm (UTC)He steps in close, not caring how the spray hits him, because what he wants right now is just to hold Rowan close to him, wrapped tight in his arms from behind. When they twist to kiss him, he's right there, leaning in to complete the connection.
"I'm so glad you're happy with it. The only reward I ever needed was that. The rest of this is sweet, sweet icing on the cake."
Being pressed close has some advantages. For instance, while he says that last, his molten dick slides against their backside, sliding against the crease gently, promising so much more. He knows he'll have to break away and break out the lube before he can make good on those promises, but this is the perfect angle to lean in and lick the droplets off of ridge of Rowan's ear with gentle testing flicks of his tongue. Why hurry? Rowan isn't the only one who knows how to tease.
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From:might be about time to wrap this one too.
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