Max Maximum may as well be a deed name, since Max's master dubbed him specifically after this particular attribute. Something he rarely lets his pet forget. Max is just grateful his master isn't a Monty Python fan, or it could easily have been worse.
His eyes sparkle with delight when those red panties are revealed. His cock throbs in agreement. Keeping his hand on Rowan's hip, he helps to guide them in as they straddle him.
"Ooh. I just love unwrapping pretty presents," he purrs.
"Red looks great on you. It will look great off of you too-- Mmmm!" The roll of Rowan's hips against his straining erection drags a low moan from his throat.
His trembling hands pick at the ribbons holding the red knickers in place. He'd love to get all of this fabric between them out of the way right now.
"Why don't you help me with my belt?" He asked, rolling his hips back to encourage Rowan. These dress pants really need to go.
There isn't much encouragement needed. Rowan's absolutely in agreement about removing the clothes between them, but they can't give up the chance to play with Max a little longer, wanting to get him as worked up as possible. They lean in closer, taking advantage of their position to trail hot kisses along Max's jaw, and then down his neck, as they trail their hands back down Max's chest, undoing buttons as they go. "So I can unwrap my present?" They ask, with a chuckle, as they slide their fingers along his waistband.
Unfortunately, though, there's not quite enough room to manoeuvre, so Rowan has to lift themself up a little, pulling reluctantly away from the heat of Max's crotch to give them access to Max's belt. Not that they go there immediately, instead sliding further down to cop a feel, tracing the shape of what they can reach of his cock. "Big boy." They hum, in breathless awe and approval, as they move their hand up and away again, finally, eagerly, taking to Max's belt, suddenly out of patience for more teasing.
The moment their lips brush Max's neck he lets out a low nearly feral moan, his eyes closing and his head tipping back to expose more. His breath comes in sudden gasps. Wild need bucks his hips under Rowan and, try as he might, he can't make himself stay still.
"You can do," he pants, breathless with the sudden intensity of his lust, "whatever you want..." If the plan is to get Max worked up, it has succeeded with flying colors.
Max's erection strains against that touch, throbbing so hard Rowan might even feel it through the fabric. A whine rumbles out of his chest. He grinds himself eagerly against their fingers.
"I'd love to show you..." Oh, please...
Objectively, he knows he has to let Rowan move away to get the clothes off, but it's still hard to release his fingers from around them. When Rowan reaches for the belt, Max manages to lean away enough to give them space to work with, but he needs something to do with his own hands, so he combs his fingers into Rowan's hair.
Max's response is turning Rowan on even more, and they keen into his neck, shuddering a little with need as they fumble with his trousers. Once they're loose, they slip their fingers under, tugging both them and his pants down eagerly. "Off." They demand, nipping at his neck softly, and then pulling away completely to give Max space to undress, climbing off his lap and perching beside him instead. Now that he's no longer between their legs, should Max look, he'll see the neatly trimmed hair between them and the folds there, exactly as he might expect to see on a woman.
And then, since they're away from him anyway, they take the moment to toss away the knickers that Max undid for them, and lean over, pulling a basket out from under the bed and lifting it up to the nightstand. It's still more or less empty, for now just occupied by a small collection of lube and condoms. Obviously Rowan intends to add to it at some point. With that done, they turn their hungry gaze back to Max to see if he obeyed the order or if they need to reveal their prize themself.
When Rowan's fingers jerk down his pants he's giddy with relief at the prospect of having his erection free at last. His pants are getting too tight. Then Rowan nips at his neck and he almost goes weak. If he'd been standing his knees would have buckled like wet noodles. Fuck, he can't resist that.
"Off." The command cuts through the lusty haze sharp and clear. Yes. He wants them off. He wants it all off. Nothing between them.
He fumbles with undressing, shucking the cloth away blindly because he can't tear his gaze from Rowan completely bare in front of him. Now that he's freed himself of those pesky clothes, Rowan will be able to admire how his cock twitches at the thought of soon being buried deep in their lovely folds, all eight or so inches of it.
First things first, he needs to suit up. He reaches a hand for the basket. "I'm glad you're well prepared."
And Rowan is indeed admiring it, letting out a low whistle at the size of him. "You didn't warn me this was going to be such a deep investigation." They murmur, leaning forward to run their fingers over his erection, feeling out the size and shape of him. They let out a quiet, eager noise as they curl their hand around him, feeling his girth, and stroking him at the same time, enjoying his heat in their hands. They're glad they went ahead and brought the large condoms after all.
Moving their hands out of the way once Max has selected a condom, they settle back into the bed, spreading their legs for him, unashamedly. "We need the lube too, my body doesn't produce it itself." They warn him. "I did prep before hand - both sides, so you can choose - but I didn't realise your name was a warning, Mr. Maximum, so I may need a little more." They're just hoping that they can take him; they're shallower than a cis woman. But, oh, are they eager to try.
"My master thought the name would give an inkling..." he answered breathily, "That's why he chose it."
A pleased purr resonates in his chest as Rowan takes him in hand. His foreskin stretches back to reveal a little pool of precum already gathering at his tip. That should help the condom roll on nicely. In fact, it does.
"Okay, I'll make sure to be generous with it. And, you just let me know if it's starting to get uncomfortable at all."
Max has, on occasion, run into certain issues due to size differences with both men and women, so he tends to be cautious. Rowan can depend on him to take direction well in that regard.
"I choose pussy," he says, looking down to admire Rowan spread before him on the bed. His fingers, slick with lube, trace the edges of their folds, before slowly sliding in to spread more around the entrance.
"Now, I did say I needed to be thorough with this investigation didn't I...?"
Urg, so it is a deed name, essentially, but in the worst way possible. That's actually kind of a turn off, so Rowan pushes it aside, focusing on the man in front of them instead. Luckily, there's plenty to distract them with, and Rowan traces the lines of Max's abs.
They groan as Max starts his explorations, their eyes fluttering closed as they push up to meet his fingers eagerly. There is a small amount of wetness there, but not as much as one could expect from their obvious arousal. The only other difference that Max might be able to notice are the subtle, faded scars, hidden under the neatly groomed hair. They jerk their hips again, trying to push Max's slick fingers into themself, encouraging him. At the same time, they move their hands up, thumbs now circling Max's nipples.
"Don't go stretching the metaphor." They reply, opening their eyes with a sudden smirk, a light pinch to one nipple, and another thrust upwards. They couldn't resist; a mid-sex pun is the best type.
He has some hard feelings about the name too, Rowan. About that, and a lot of things... It doesn't matter right now. Here, in fairyland, he can do as he pleases. And please who he chooses.
Those groans from Rowan are all the reassurance he needs. Very clearly some circumstances are different. He has a careful eye, and has noticed the faint scars. Between that and the need for extra lube, he's able to put the pieces together. So, comes the mild thought, that's what that looks like. He finds himself a little fascinated; his free hand traces the lines while delicately playing with Rowan's neatly trimmed hair.
The jerk of Rowan's hips breaks him out of that entrancement, and brings the flood of heat back on full-force. He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth at that delicious touch to his nipples.
"You're right; I can go stretching you instead."
Since they are so eager, Max thrust his fingers in deeper in time with Rowan's movement. And he'll keep that movement going faster now, while also getting his thumb in action in the place where the clit should be.
"You're sexy as hell. You know that?" Puns during sex are fucking sexy.
Pushing up into Max, Rowan welcomes the intrusion with a wanton moan, satisfied to finally be filled, but at the same time aching for more. When his thumb moves higher, they unconsciously copy the motion, circling their own over the abused nipple, until Max finds the right position to brush against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Rowan cries out, arching their back, groping at Max's chest.
The compliment makes them blush, though; not that it's that noticeable through cheeks already flushed with arousal. In response, they half pull Max up, half curl down to meet him, claiming his lips in a bruising kiss. "And yet, half as sexy as you." They murmur against his lips, pushing up into him again, as they pull him in close, fingernails lightly raking over his shoulder. "Look at the state you got me into, mm, with just the promise of a fuck."
Max's lips part in a softy breathy moan; his nipple has come fully erect under that touch. He continues to mimic Rowan's motion, eyes wide and staring like he's trying to memorize the erotic sight of them arching against him. When their hands grope for his chest, he knows he's found just the spot he's looking for. He'd like to memorize that too.
His mouth is shaped in a smug smile when Rowan's crash into them. His chizled abs easily keep him curled up to meet that powerful kiss. The rake of fingernails over his skin causes another hiss of pleasure and a deep, low throb in his cock.
"Look at the state you've got me in," he counters. "I'm a big believer in foreplay but you've got me impatient as hell to make good on that promise right the fuck now."
Eyes lighting up, Rowan's not sure which idea they like more; the idea of toying with Max more, with spending all night squirming under and next to and over him as they play with one another's bodies, or the idea of Max fucking them right here and now, pressing down on them with his strong body as he fills them up. They groan, squirming, and nipping his lip, as they rake their fingernails over his back again.
"Says the man currently very effectively finger fucking me." They point out, this time purposely arching their hips, pushing his fingers deeper into their heat and tensing around him as best they can. "Mm... But if you want to stop so I can have a taste of your cock..." They pause, licking their lips and groaning at the thought. Oh yes, it's a good one. Pinching Max's nipple again, they tug lightly this time, testing his response further. "Unless you want to save that treat for desert."
"If it's effective then I should keep it up..." Oh fuck Rowan, you make it hard to stick to that when he can feel you tightening up on him. His cock jumps against his belly just at the thought of feeling that same tension around it.
"Mmm," A shudder runs down him. That tug on his nipple is going to undo him. Combine that with teeth and nails... he's already so weak. But not too weak to keep his thumb roaming over Rowan's clit.
"There's a joke in here about eating dessert first but I'm having trouble thinking at the moment..." wonder why?
That thumb on their clit is seriously hampering Rowan's higher functions as well, and wiggle underneath the pressure, turning their legs to open themself up further to his hand. They switch to the other nipple, wanting to feel that hardening under their fingers as well as they pinch it, and then circle the pad of their thumb over it, soothing the sharpness immediately, their other hand pawing aimlessly at his back. It's too hard to concentrate on both hands with the delicious motions of Max's hand driving them to distraction. In fact, a little too hard to concentrate.
"Fuck, Max..." Rowan moans wantonly, pushing up into him. "Seriously, if you want me to suck your cock with out coming first - aah! - you need to stop!" They can feel the pressure building up in the base of their stomach, their body tensing again, this time unconsciously. Not that an orgasm on their side would put an end to their fun, but they don't have the brain to articulate that right now.
Oh, but Rowan's reactions are far too delicious to stop. His breath hitches in time with that pinch to his nipple but the the real pleasure comes from feeling Rowan wiggle under his touch.
The way they push into him, that tightening, the uncontrolled pawing at his back -- he doesn't need the warning to see what's going on. And Max has no intention of stopping now. Not when Rowan's this close to that sweet release. Will is soft or loud? He'd dying to know.
"It's okay," he purrs. The pressure of his thumb circling Rowan's clit increases. "You can get me back after." That's the beauty of a pussy after all, the fun doesn't have to stop at just one.
Well, if Max is going to give permission like that, Rowan isn't going to hold back - not that they particularly were before. They stop trying to keep control, pulling him back down into another fierce kiss as they push up into the renewed attention. It doesn't last long before Rowan has to break it off for a sharp intake of breath, though, and they throw their head back, crying out with pleasure.
"Fuck, Max! Right there! Ah!" Unsurprisingly, Rowan is loud, openly vocalising their pleasure, making sure that he knows he's doing a good job. And isn't he just! Rowan shivers under his skilful fingers, pushing up into him desperately. And then with another loud cry they push up one more time, clutching Max down onto them, as they close their legs around his hand. They hold him in place there as they pulse around him, slim frame shivering with pleasure, before they finally relax back to the bed with a softer sigh, their hold relaxing slightly. "Mm... One way to open me up." They murmur, ghosting a lazy kiss over Max's lips. They'll be back in action in a moment, just give them a few seconds to catch their breath and ride the waves of pleasure.
Spurred on by that fiery kiss and those cries of pleasure, he keeps his pace going right up to the moment Rowan tightens their legs around him. Holy SHIT that's hot. Rowan can wrap lets around him any time Hot DAMN.
He was hoping for loud and is not disappointed. In fact, they are not alone in their vocalizing.
"Oh, Rowan," Max shudders as the last of their cries die down into a sigh. He finds himself breathless too, panting loudly against Rowan's cheek where he's still hunched over them. He smiles against that light kiss, feeling self-satisfied and yet so very needy.
"You keep that up and I'm not going to last long." Nothing does it for him quite like hearing such cries of pleasure.
Feeling Max's breath against his cheek brings Rowan back to the moment, reminding them that they have revenge to extract on the man who just ravaged them. They take just a moment longer, though, nosing against him and reaching up to stroke Max's hair as they slowly relax their hold on him. "No fair, let me have some fun too." They whine, but there's no real bite to it, aside from the nip that they apply to Max's lips.
It does spur them into action, though, reluctantly pulling away from the hand between their legs. They let out a soft gasp as his fingers leave them empty, but freshly satisfied the need to return them isn't as desperate as it could be. For now they can focus on giving Max his just reward, as they push at him, indicating that he should roll over onto his back so that Rowan can take over. There's no chance that Rowan could push Max of their own accord, not in this form, but there's also no need to hold back, so their push is firm, demanding. "What were we saying about desert?" They ask, cheeky grin back in place, even if their eyes are still dark with need.
"It's not my fault you're a raging ball of sex appeal," Max quipped right before Rowan nipped his lip again, effectively shutting him up. Unless the smirk on said lips counts? Because it's speaking volumes now about how smug he is to have gotten Rowan off like that. Yep. The investigation is going well so far.
With that push, Rowans meets only a token resistance before Max rolls over. Flat on his back now, Max folds his arms under his head takes in the lithe form of Rowan above him appreciatively. Such a feast for the eyes.
"Careful, if you squeeze this cannoli too hard, you might end up with cream filling all over you," he grinned like he hadn't just made the most terrible pun yet. Rowan can feel free to smack him for it.
Rowan climbs on top of Max, pushing his legs apart to kneel between them. He was just starting to appreciate the man laid out before him, when Max had to go and ruin it with that pun. Pulling a face, the poke him in the abs. "I don't even know what a fucking cannoli is, and I still know that was bad." They growl, but amusement is already twitching the corner of their lips. A man who isn't afraid to make a pun that bad in the middle of sex is a keeper.
Taking advantage of their position, they roll their hands slowly down his chest, between his legs, and then back up, running both thumbs along the underside of Max's cock. "Luckily this one comes pre-wrapped for my protection." They point out, now grinning again, as they wrap one hand around his erection and stroke him slowly, ignoring the condom around him. Well, they hadn't planned to move directly to it, but if Max is going to point it out like that...
Rowan still isn't running from him, even after that. This bodes well.
"You've never had a cannoli?" He sounds scandalized. "I'll make some for you. Then you'll get why it's funny." And terrible. It's still really terrible.
"My package is pre-packaged. Is that what you're saying?" Max STAWP.
"Oooh," he shivers in delight at that thumb running the length of him. "Fuck...you make it awfully hard to think like this."
He arches into that touch, hips begging for more than just slow strokes. At first, he was exaggerating for the sake of the pun, now he's not so sure. Rowan has him so turned on.
"Is that your excuse for the disappointing quality of puns?" Rowan smirks over him, continuing with the torturously slow touches. "Because if so, maybe I should do something to free up some brain power."
With that as warning, they lean down over him, freeing one hand from his cock in order to support themself, but in return wrapping their remaining hand around him, stroking his erection with long, steady pumps. They breathe on his neck, breath warm and heated, before nipping him there, following it up with a soothing kiss. While their touches are firmer, they're still being careful, mapping out his body and how he reacts to each touch in order to make each stroke more pleasurable than the last, slowly building up pressure and speed.
"It's a man's curse. Only enough circulation for one at a time."
He's opening his mouth to ask just what Rowan has in mind when that and any other thought he ever had flies right out of his mind. His head tips back with a pleasurably tortured moan. The hand stroking him in combination with the nips to his neck have sent him right over the edge of conscious thought and into the realm of carnal, animal instinct.
"Oh, fuck. Fuck!" He cries. "Right there...shit... I..." He's having trouble articulating it, but each time Rowan nips at him his cock throbs in response. "Bite! Please!"
That eager response leaves Rowan's body throbbing as well, getting pleasure from seeing and feeling Max's as he's pressed beneath them. Later they might put two and two together and realise where this reaction comes from, but for now they obey without question, scraping white teeth gently over pale skin, and then biting down on him. There's just enough thought left to hold back hopefully enough from leaving a mark - if it was lower, they wouldn't hesitate, but on his neck, Max will have no way to hide it.
They pump Max's cock as they do so, twisting their wrist lightly with each movement, eager to make it as pleasurable as they can for him. Their thumb brushes over the tip, and they let out a frustrated little whine against Max's throat when the condom gets in the way. Pulling away from Max's neck for a moment, but keeping up the strokes on his erection, they stare down at him, hungrily. "Do you want to cum in my hands, mouth or pussy?" Because if they're keeping this up, the condom's coming off, even if it means there'll be more clean up later.
Max is beyond thoughts of preserving his dignity at this point. Rowan could leave a mark the size of Texas on him and he wouldn't do a thing to stop it. Good thing one of them still has some brainpower left.
He wriggles in ecstatic spasms under Rowan, consumed by how good this feels, and also with the want for more. It takes him a minute to work out that Rowan has asked him a question.
"Pussy." A whine builds in the back fo his throat. Oh, fuck yes.
"But maybe...ah, you should ride me...ah, because I'm a little over-excited." He says between pants.
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Date: 2020-07-28 09:47 pm (UTC)His eyes sparkle with delight when those red panties are revealed. His cock throbs in agreement. Keeping his hand on Rowan's hip, he helps to guide them in as they straddle him.
"Ooh. I just love unwrapping pretty presents," he purrs.
"Red looks great on you. It will look great off of you too-- Mmmm!" The roll of Rowan's hips against his straining erection drags a low moan from his throat.
His trembling hands pick at the ribbons holding the red knickers in place. He'd love to get all of this fabric between them out of the way right now.
"Why don't you help me with my belt?" He asked, rolling his hips back to encourage Rowan. These dress pants really need to go.
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Date: 2020-07-28 10:06 pm (UTC)Unfortunately, though, there's not quite enough room to manoeuvre, so Rowan has to lift themself up a little, pulling reluctantly away from the heat of Max's crotch to give them access to Max's belt. Not that they go there immediately, instead sliding further down to cop a feel, tracing the shape of what they can reach of his cock. "Big boy." They hum, in breathless awe and approval, as they move their hand up and away again, finally, eagerly, taking to Max's belt, suddenly out of patience for more teasing.
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Date: 2020-07-29 11:54 am (UTC)"You can do," he pants, breathless with the sudden intensity of his lust, "whatever you want..." If the plan is to get Max worked up, it has succeeded with flying colors.
Max's erection strains against that touch, throbbing so hard Rowan might even feel it through the fabric. A whine rumbles out of his chest. He grinds himself eagerly against their fingers.
"I'd love to show you..." Oh, please...
Objectively, he knows he has to let Rowan move away to get the clothes off, but it's still hard to release his fingers from around them. When Rowan reaches for the belt, Max manages to lean away enough to give them space to work with, but he needs something to do with his own hands, so he combs his fingers into Rowan's hair.
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Date: 2020-07-29 12:20 pm (UTC)And then, since they're away from him anyway, they take the moment to toss away the knickers that Max undid for them, and lean over, pulling a basket out from under the bed and lifting it up to the nightstand. It's still more or less empty, for now just occupied by a small collection of lube and condoms. Obviously Rowan intends to add to it at some point. With that done, they turn their hungry gaze back to Max to see if he obeyed the order or if they need to reveal their prize themself.
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Date: 2020-07-29 05:56 pm (UTC)"Off." The command cuts through the lusty haze sharp and clear. Yes. He wants them off. He wants it all off. Nothing between them.
He fumbles with undressing, shucking the cloth away blindly because he can't tear his gaze from Rowan completely bare in front of him. Now that he's freed himself of those pesky clothes, Rowan will be able to admire how his cock twitches at the thought of soon being buried deep in their lovely folds, all eight or so inches of it.
First things first, he needs to suit up. He reaches a hand for the basket. "I'm glad you're well prepared."
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Date: 2020-07-29 06:50 pm (UTC)Moving their hands out of the way once Max has selected a condom, they settle back into the bed, spreading their legs for him, unashamedly. "We need the lube too, my body doesn't produce it itself." They warn him. "I did prep before hand - both sides, so you can choose - but I didn't realise your name was a warning, Mr. Maximum, so I may need a little more." They're just hoping that they can take him; they're shallower than a cis woman. But, oh, are they eager to try.
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Date: 2020-07-30 04:14 am (UTC)A pleased purr resonates in his chest as Rowan takes him in hand. His foreskin stretches back to reveal a little pool of precum already gathering at his tip. That should help the condom roll on nicely. In fact, it does.
"Okay, I'll make sure to be generous with it. And, you just let me know if it's starting to get uncomfortable at all."
Max has, on occasion, run into certain issues due to size differences with both men and women, so he tends to be cautious. Rowan can depend on him to take direction well in that regard.
"I choose pussy," he says, looking down to admire Rowan spread before him on the bed. His fingers, slick with lube, trace the edges of their folds, before slowly sliding in to spread more around the entrance.
"Now, I did say I needed to be thorough with this investigation didn't I...?"
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Date: 2020-07-30 05:15 am (UTC)They groan as Max starts his explorations, their eyes fluttering closed as they push up to meet his fingers eagerly. There is a small amount of wetness there, but not as much as one could expect from their obvious arousal. The only other difference that Max might be able to notice are the subtle, faded scars, hidden under the neatly groomed hair. They jerk their hips again, trying to push Max's slick fingers into themself, encouraging him. At the same time, they move their hands up, thumbs now circling Max's nipples.
"Don't go stretching the metaphor." They reply, opening their eyes with a sudden smirk, a light pinch to one nipple, and another thrust upwards. They couldn't resist; a mid-sex pun is the best type.
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Date: 2020-07-30 02:01 pm (UTC)Those groans from Rowan are all the reassurance he needs. Very clearly some circumstances are different. He has a careful eye, and has noticed the faint scars. Between that and the need for extra lube, he's able to put the pieces together. So, comes the mild thought, that's what that looks like. He finds himself a little fascinated; his free hand traces the lines while delicately playing with Rowan's neatly trimmed hair.
The jerk of Rowan's hips breaks him out of that entrancement, and brings the flood of heat back on full-force. He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth at that delicious touch to his nipples.
"You're right; I can go stretching you instead."
Since they are so eager, Max thrust his fingers in deeper in time with Rowan's movement. And he'll keep that movement going faster now, while also getting his thumb in action in the place where the clit should be.
"You're sexy as hell. You know that?" Puns during sex are fucking sexy.
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Date: 2020-07-30 08:35 pm (UTC)The compliment makes them blush, though; not that it's that noticeable through cheeks already flushed with arousal. In response, they half pull Max up, half curl down to meet him, claiming his lips in a bruising kiss. "And yet, half as sexy as you." They murmur against his lips, pushing up into him again, as they pull him in close, fingernails lightly raking over his shoulder. "Look at the state you got me into, mm, with just the promise of a fuck."
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Date: 2020-08-01 01:52 am (UTC)His mouth is shaped in a smug smile when Rowan's crash into them. His chizled abs easily keep him curled up to meet that powerful kiss. The rake of fingernails over his skin causes another hiss of pleasure and a deep, low throb in his cock.
"Look at the state you've got me in," he counters. "I'm a big believer in foreplay but you've got me impatient as hell to make good on that promise right the fuck now."
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Date: 2020-08-01 09:04 am (UTC)"Says the man currently very effectively finger fucking me." They point out, this time purposely arching their hips, pushing his fingers deeper into their heat and tensing around him as best they can. "Mm... But if you want to stop so I can have a taste of your cock..." They pause, licking their lips and groaning at the thought. Oh yes, it's a good one. Pinching Max's nipple again, they tug lightly this time, testing his response further. "Unless you want to save that treat for desert."
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Date: 2020-08-02 04:55 pm (UTC)"Mmm," A shudder runs down him. That tug on his nipple is going to undo him. Combine that with teeth and nails... he's already so weak. But not too weak to keep his thumb roaming over Rowan's clit.
"There's a joke in here about eating dessert first but I'm having trouble thinking at the moment..." wonder why?
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Date: 2020-08-02 05:20 pm (UTC)"Fuck, Max..." Rowan moans wantonly, pushing up into him. "Seriously, if you want me to suck your cock with out coming first - aah! - you need to stop!" They can feel the pressure building up in the base of their stomach, their body tensing again, this time unconsciously. Not that an orgasm on their side would put an end to their fun, but they don't have the brain to articulate that right now.
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Date: 2020-08-03 01:47 am (UTC)The way they push into him, that tightening, the uncontrolled pawing at his back -- he doesn't need the warning to see what's going on. And Max has no intention of stopping now. Not when Rowan's this close to that sweet release. Will is soft or loud? He'd dying to know.
"It's okay," he purrs. The pressure of his thumb circling Rowan's clit increases. "You can get me back after." That's the beauty of a pussy after all, the fun doesn't have to stop at just one.
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Date: 2020-08-03 06:23 am (UTC)"Fuck, Max! Right there! Ah!" Unsurprisingly, Rowan is loud, openly vocalising their pleasure, making sure that he knows he's doing a good job. And isn't he just! Rowan shivers under his skilful fingers, pushing up into him desperately. And then with another loud cry they push up one more time, clutching Max down onto them, as they close their legs around his hand. They hold him in place there as they pulse around him, slim frame shivering with pleasure, before they finally relax back to the bed with a softer sigh, their hold relaxing slightly. "Mm... One way to open me up." They murmur, ghosting a lazy kiss over Max's lips. They'll be back in action in a moment, just give them a few seconds to catch their breath and ride the waves of pleasure.
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Date: 2020-08-03 08:07 pm (UTC)He was hoping for loud and is not disappointed. In fact, they are not alone in their vocalizing.
"Oh, Rowan," Max shudders as the last of their cries die down into a sigh. He finds himself breathless too, panting loudly against Rowan's cheek where he's still hunched over them. He smiles against that light kiss, feeling self-satisfied and yet so very needy.
"You keep that up and I'm not going to last long." Nothing does it for him quite like hearing such cries of pleasure.
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Date: 2020-08-03 08:23 pm (UTC)It does spur them into action, though, reluctantly pulling away from the hand between their legs. They let out a soft gasp as his fingers leave them empty, but freshly satisfied the need to return them isn't as desperate as it could be. For now they can focus on giving Max his just reward, as they push at him, indicating that he should roll over onto his back so that Rowan can take over. There's no chance that Rowan could push Max of their own accord, not in this form, but there's also no need to hold back, so their push is firm, demanding. "What were we saying about desert?" They ask, cheeky grin back in place, even if their eyes are still dark with need.
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Date: 2020-08-06 06:40 pm (UTC)With that push, Rowans meets only a token resistance before Max rolls over. Flat on his back now, Max folds his arms under his head takes in the lithe form of Rowan above him appreciatively. Such a feast for the eyes.
"Careful, if you squeeze this cannoli too hard, you might end up with cream filling all over you," he grinned like he hadn't just made the most terrible pun yet. Rowan can feel free to smack him for it.
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Date: 2020-08-06 06:53 pm (UTC)Taking advantage of their position, they roll their hands slowly down his chest, between his legs, and then back up, running both thumbs along the underside of Max's cock. "Luckily this one comes pre-wrapped for my protection." They point out, now grinning again, as they wrap one hand around his erection and stroke him slowly, ignoring the condom around him. Well, they hadn't planned to move directly to it, but if Max is going to point it out like that...
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Date: 2020-08-11 05:32 pm (UTC)"You've never had a cannoli?" He sounds scandalized. "I'll make some for you. Then you'll get why it's funny." And terrible. It's still really terrible.
"My package is pre-packaged. Is that what you're saying?" Max STAWP.
"Oooh," he shivers in delight at that thumb running the length of him. "Fuck...you make it awfully hard to think like this."
He arches into that touch, hips begging for more than just slow strokes. At first, he was exaggerating for the sake of the pun, now he's not so sure. Rowan has him so turned on.
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Date: 2020-08-11 05:44 pm (UTC)With that as warning, they lean down over him, freeing one hand from his cock in order to support themself, but in return wrapping their remaining hand around him, stroking his erection with long, steady pumps. They breathe on his neck, breath warm and heated, before nipping him there, following it up with a soothing kiss. While their touches are firmer, they're still being careful, mapping out his body and how he reacts to each touch in order to make each stroke more pleasurable than the last, slowly building up pressure and speed.
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Date: 2020-08-13 03:33 am (UTC)He's opening his mouth to ask just what Rowan has in mind when that and any other thought he ever had flies right out of his mind. His head tips back with a pleasurably tortured moan. The hand stroking him in combination with the nips to his neck have sent him right over the edge of conscious thought and into the realm of carnal, animal instinct.
"Oh, fuck. Fuck!" He cries. "Right there...shit... I..." He's having trouble articulating it, but each time Rowan nips at him his cock throbs in response. "Bite! Please!"
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Date: 2020-08-13 06:55 am (UTC)They pump Max's cock as they do so, twisting their wrist lightly with each movement, eager to make it as pleasurable as they can for him. Their thumb brushes over the tip, and they let out a frustrated little whine against Max's throat when the condom gets in the way. Pulling away from Max's neck for a moment, but keeping up the strokes on his erection, they stare down at him, hungrily. "Do you want to cum in my hands, mouth or pussy?" Because if they're keeping this up, the condom's coming off, even if it means there'll be more clean up later.
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Date: 2020-08-14 02:50 am (UTC)He wriggles in ecstatic spasms under Rowan, consumed by how good this feels, and also with the want for more. It takes him a minute to work out that Rowan has asked him a question.
"Pussy." A whine builds in the back fo his throat. Oh, fuck yes.
"But maybe...ah, you should ride me...ah, because I'm a little over-excited." He says between pants.
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