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.
Max pressed up behind them feels wonderful, even without the hot dick pressed between them. Rowan gives up on leaning against the wall, and instead leans back, their back against his chest. Slick skin against slick skin feels glorious, and Rowan closes their eyes, wondering if they can convince Max to just stay like this for the rest of the day.
But then Max shifts, guiding his erection between their cheeks, and a mewl of need escapes Rowan's lips, followed by an arch of their back as he licks their ear. No one's thought to pay attention to the ridge before, and it's more sensitive than Rowan knew, each lap causing a sharp intake of breath. "You're too good to me." They manage to murmur, turning their head a little into him to encourage more. As they do so, they push themself up, rubbing themself up against Max's dick. He might be in the mood to tease, but Rowan's feeling even more wanton than usual.
With reactions like those, there's no way Max could ever stand to stay still that long. He makes a self-satisfied sound in the back of his throat, and flicks his tongue against their ear again. He's always found that place to be sensitive for him and he's pleased that Rowan likes it too.
"Nothing too good for you," he whispers against their ear between more licks and then a playful nip.
"Oh fuuuck," he moans when they press against him. The friction is so good. Too good! "Fuck, I can't resist when you do that."
So much for not being in a hurry. Rowan will hear the distinctive 'pop' of the lube top opening. Max spreads a generous amount on his fingers and then slides them down to play at Rowan's opening. He's forced to lean away a little to have room to maneuver, but the height difference makes it so that he can hunch forward and keep his mouth pressed up to their neck while he works his fingers slowly around their hole.
That nip has them shivering, going weak at the knees. They're suddenly incredibly grateful for Max's strong form behind them, trapping them between his body and the wall. "Fuck, Max, that feels so good." They groan, wishing they could grind up against him and turn to nip at his neck in revenge.
But they get what they want anyway - sort of. As Max curls around them, they press against the wall again to give him a bit more space and present themself to him again. But then he only teases, sliding his fingers around their smooth entrance, not giving them the friction and stretch that their body is desperate for. They growl softly, then push back against him, hoping they're slick enough that that'll cause him to slip inside. "Fair's fair! You keep teasing me, I'm going to do all I can to get you to hurry up and fuck me."
"Ah ha~" Max's dark chuckle tickles their ear, "looks like I found one of your weaknesses now too." Fair is fair, indeed. He'll be remembering this from now on.
"That just makes me want to tease you more. I like seeing you desperate like this."
But, whoops, their tactic works. They push against him and his finger pops into them just like they hope. But Max can go with that. Perseverance should be rewarded. He presses in more, stroking inside of them, teasing along the inner warmth with a purpose in mind.
"Rowan, this isn't something I've thought to ask before but... do you have a prostate?"
"You say that like it's hard to get me desperate..." Rowan groans, closing their eyes as Max starts his explorations, breathing hard. Although they regularly finger themself, it's been a while since they had anyone else's hands on them like this. Most of their partners get blindsided by their vagina, and while Rowan can't blame them, Max's question is part of the reason why they were guiding him this way.
They let it hang in the air between them, knowing their body well enough to know he's close, clenching around him slightly in anticipation. And when Max does brush against their prostate they make no attempt to hide it, crying out, their whole body clenching this time, toes curling and fists bunching. "Enough of, ah, an answer?" They turn to him again, gazing at him with a needy, lusty gaze.
As Max’s fingers brush that same spot again, Rowan’s legs buckle, and they have to brace themself on the wall. They cry out his name, as all they can do is cling to the wall and try not to collapse. It’s enough to keep them from coming, but only just, slim body shaking from the mixture of effort and need.
“Max, fuck, oh fuck!” They won’t be able to hold off long with such direct attention.
With a laugh, Max wraps his unoccupied arm around Rowan's middle to add some support while he leans in close, letting the heat from his warm chuckle brush their ear again.
"Do you want me to let up before you come, or should I keep going?" His fingers stills while he waits for the answer. He won't mind either way.
God, Max feels so good against them, warm and supportive. Rowan's heart pounds in their chest, blood rushing through their ears, as they struggle to put the words that he just uttered together through the fog.
"Let me come." They beg. They're not going to last long anyway, and it'll relax them and make it easier for Max to prepare them.
He kisses the ridge of their ear, and tightens his hold around them. Then his fingers press in on their prostate again, this time with laser focus. He won't stop or slow until he hears their cries bouncing off the tile walls.
Thank god for Max's hold. As soon as he starts to finger them again, Rowan's knees buckle, and they're left half in his arms, half clawing for purchase on the wall. "Max! O-oh!" They scream out his name, tipping their head back against him, and giving into pleasure. Only a few moments later, they're pulsing around Max's finger, squeezing on tightly to him as they cry out again, body shaking in his arms.
He holds them tight while they ride it out, shaking and tightening around him in ways that just scream for him to claim their ass for himself. He will, oh soon! But he can feel himself grinning like a fool in this moment because those cries are going to be echoing in his wet dreams for a lot of nights to come. There's nothing sexier than hearing his partner having such a good damn time.
"I am never, ever, going to get tired of hearing my name on your lips," Max whispers huskily into their ear. "Fuck, Rowan..."
As an afterthought he adds, "Don't worry, I can hold you up all day like this."
Max leaning in like that only causes another weak mewl from Rowan's lips as they shudder against him. "Just as well, 'cos you keep having me scream for you." And don't they enjoy it, almost as much as hearing Max scream their name. Rowan closes their eyes for a moment, panting as they try to catch their breath, body still humming with pleasure.
After a minute or so, once they've more or less got their breathing back under control, they open their eyes again. Their body has relaxed around him, even more so than before, and they smile back at Max, taking more of their weight again cautiously. "You should take advantage while I'm relaxed." They murmur, pushing back on his hand, to indicate what they're after. "You must be ready to get yours. Just leave my prostate until you have me warmed up again?"
"I'm so ready," Max says as he withdraws his fingers and gives them a light smack on the ass.
"Just hope I don't pop too soon." He probably won't since Rowan already got him once, but then again... they are so fucking sexy there's no telling how long he'll really be able to hold out. Only one way to find out.
He takes his cock in hand and presses to their opening, guiding the movement slowly so Rowan will feel every glorious inch of it.
"I'll, uh, do my best not to go too hard at it yet. Fair?"
Rowan shivers at the sensation of warm flesh against their entrance, closing their eyes again and forcing themself to relax rather than tense up in anticipation. The fact that there's no latex between them doesn't help, just Max's body, pressed up to theirs.
"Fair. I guess a long, slow fuck is a good way of finding out how long the hot water lasts." They laugh, smiling back at Max over their shoulder, but at the same time wiggling against him, encouraging him to take them.
"You keep wiggling like that and I don't think we'll have anything to worry about," he says through a throaty groan. He's so hard he doesn't think even a cold shower could save him now.
"Oh, Fuck, Rowan... you feel so good," he pants against their back while he pushes in, trying and failing to control his breathing. Without the condom over him, he can feel it all in new and heighened detail.
A shiver of pure pleasure runs down his back when he finally comes to a stop burried completely inside them. He presses a kiss to their shoulder, then their neck, then teases the lobe of their ear with his tongue.
Closing their eyes, Rowan relaxes around Max, letting him fill them up. Having just come, it's easier to focus on the details, on each inch of his cock pushing into them, on his warm breath on their back, on his hands holding them in place. It feels so good in a way Rowan hasn't experienced before, and they seek out one of Max's hands, lacing their fingers together and holding onto him tightly as Max fills them to the hilt.
They moan as Max teases their ear, snapped out of their reverie. "You feel amazing." They breathe, lifting his hand to their lips to kiss, in lieu of kissing the man himself. They want to ask him just to hold them like this for a moment, to let them feel this connection for a moment longer, but in the end chicken out. Instead, they shift their hand so they can kiss down to Max's wrist, then lightly graze their teeth over the tender skin there. "Fuck me, Max. Make me scream your name."
Max could have been content to stay there and bask in how right it feels to have Rowan stretched around him like this, to have his hand twined with theirs, their bodies pressed together as one, but their teeth grazing the tender flesh of his wrists causes a new spike of heat in his chest. His dick responds with an eager throb.
"I'll fuck you until you don't even remember how to form words," he grows in their ear. "How does that sound?"
He wouldn't give Rowan time to respond before drawing out in one slick motion and thrusting in again. The motion ripping a moan from his own throat in the process.
"Fuck, Rowan...!" He cries as he pumps into them, "Fuck, you're so good! You feel so good!"
Distantly, he remembers he's supposed to be going easy on them. Lord, he is trying. But it's hard to hold back with this pressure building behind his eyes. The pleasure coils like a spring tight in his belly.
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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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Date: 2020-09-21 08:38 pm (UTC)But then Max shifts, guiding his erection between their cheeks, and a mewl of need escapes Rowan's lips, followed by an arch of their back as he licks their ear. No one's thought to pay attention to the ridge before, and it's more sensitive than Rowan knew, each lap causing a sharp intake of breath. "You're too good to me." They manage to murmur, turning their head a little into him to encourage more. As they do so, they push themself up, rubbing themself up against Max's dick. He might be in the mood to tease, but Rowan's feeling even more wanton than usual.
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Date: 2020-09-23 06:02 pm (UTC)"Nothing too good for you," he whispers against their ear between more licks and then a playful nip.
"Oh fuuuck," he moans when they press against him. The friction is so good. Too good! "Fuck, I can't resist when you do that."
So much for not being in a hurry. Rowan will hear the distinctive 'pop' of the lube top opening. Max spreads a generous amount on his fingers and then slides them down to play at Rowan's opening. He's forced to lean away a little to have room to maneuver, but the height difference makes it so that he can hunch forward and keep his mouth pressed up to their neck while he works his fingers slowly around their hole.
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Date: 2020-09-23 06:56 pm (UTC)But they get what they want anyway - sort of. As Max curls around them, they press against the wall again to give him a bit more space and present themself to him again. But then he only teases, sliding his fingers around their smooth entrance, not giving them the friction and stretch that their body is desperate for. They growl softly, then push back against him, hoping they're slick enough that that'll cause him to slip inside. "Fair's fair! You keep teasing me, I'm going to do all I can to get you to hurry up and fuck me."
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Date: 2020-09-24 01:56 pm (UTC)"That just makes me want to tease you more. I like seeing you desperate like this."
But, whoops, their tactic works. They push against him and his finger pops into them just like they hope. But Max can go with that. Perseverance should be rewarded. He presses in more, stroking inside of them, teasing along the inner warmth with a purpose in mind.
"Rowan, this isn't something I've thought to ask before but... do you have a prostate?"
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Date: 2020-09-24 02:16 pm (UTC)They let it hang in the air between them, knowing their body well enough to know he's close, clenching around him slightly in anticipation. And when Max does brush against their prostate they make no attempt to hide it, crying out, their whole body clenching this time, toes curling and fists bunching. "Enough of, ah, an answer?" They turn to him again, gazing at him with a needy, lusty gaze.
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Date: 2020-09-26 10:11 pm (UTC)"Oh ho~ What fun," he says "This requires further investigation."
He twitches his finger against that same spot again. But now his dick is starting to throb with eagerness. It wants a turn.
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Date: 2020-09-27 03:40 am (UTC)“Max, fuck, oh fuck!” They won’t be able to hold off long with such direct attention.
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Date: 2020-09-29 04:33 pm (UTC)"Do you want me to let up before you come, or should I keep going?" His fingers stills while he waits for the answer. He won't mind either way.
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Date: 2020-09-29 04:42 pm (UTC)"Let me come." They beg. They're not going to last long anyway, and it'll relax them and make it easier for Max to prepare them.
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Date: 2020-09-29 04:47 pm (UTC)He kisses the ridge of their ear, and tightens his hold around them. Then his fingers press in on their prostate again, this time with laser focus. He won't stop or slow until he hears their cries bouncing off the tile walls.
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Date: 2020-10-01 04:47 pm (UTC)"I am never, ever, going to get tired of hearing my name on your lips," Max whispers huskily into their ear. "Fuck, Rowan..."
As an afterthought he adds, "Don't worry, I can hold you up all day like this."
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Date: 2020-10-01 04:57 pm (UTC)After a minute or so, once they've more or less got their breathing back under control, they open their eyes again. Their body has relaxed around him, even more so than before, and they smile back at Max, taking more of their weight again cautiously. "You should take advantage while I'm relaxed." They murmur, pushing back on his hand, to indicate what they're after. "You must be ready to get yours. Just leave my prostate until you have me warmed up again?"
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Date: 2020-10-05 09:07 pm (UTC)"Just hope I don't pop too soon." He probably won't since Rowan already got him once, but then again... they are so fucking sexy there's no telling how long he'll really be able to hold out. Only one way to find out.
He takes his cock in hand and presses to their opening, guiding the movement slowly so Rowan will feel every glorious inch of it.
"I'll, uh, do my best not to go too hard at it yet. Fair?"
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Date: 2020-10-05 10:33 pm (UTC)"Fair. I guess a long, slow fuck is a good way of finding out how long the hot water lasts." They laugh, smiling back at Max over their shoulder, but at the same time wiggling against him, encouraging him to take them.
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Date: 2020-10-06 09:01 pm (UTC)"Oh, Fuck, Rowan... you feel so good," he pants against their back while he pushes in, trying and failing to control his breathing. Without the condom over him, he can feel it all in new and heighened detail.
A shiver of pure pleasure runs down his back when he finally comes to a stop burried completely inside them. He presses a kiss to their shoulder, then their neck, then teases the lobe of their ear with his tongue.
"How you doing?"
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Date: 2020-10-07 06:57 am (UTC)They moan as Max teases their ear, snapped out of their reverie. "You feel amazing." They breathe, lifting his hand to their lips to kiss, in lieu of kissing the man himself. They want to ask him just to hold them like this for a moment, to let them feel this connection for a moment longer, but in the end chicken out. Instead, they shift their hand so they can kiss down to Max's wrist, then lightly graze their teeth over the tender skin there. "Fuck me, Max. Make me scream your name."
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Date: 2020-10-08 03:37 pm (UTC)"I'll fuck you until you don't even remember how to form words," he grows in their ear. "How does that sound?"
He wouldn't give Rowan time to respond before drawing out in one slick motion and thrusting in again. The motion ripping a moan from his own throat in the process.
"Fuck, Rowan...!" He cries as he pumps into them, "Fuck, you're so good! You feel so good!"
Distantly, he remembers he's supposed to be going easy on them. Lord, he is trying. But it's hard to hold back with this pressure building behind his eyes. The pleasure coils like a spring tight in his belly.
"Oh fuck, I'm getting close already."
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