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.
Rowan lets out an eager whine as the response, shifting between Max’s legs. Arousal is starting to burn strongly in them again, stoked every moment by Max’s eager reactions to them. “As It happens, that’s one of my favourite positions.” They purr, reaching out for the lube, so they can pour a generous amount over their hand and immediately apply it to Max’s cock. Between the condom and Max’s over eagerness, they figure the cool slickness shouldn’t be too bad.
With that done, they draw away for long enough to adjust themself over him, straddling his hips. They hold his cock in place as they glide over him, shivering in anticipation as their entrance, slick and open from Max’s ministrations earlier, slides over the head of his cock. “Ready?” They smile down at him, breath shallow and collar blushed pink with arousal.
"That works out." He loves being ridden but is sometimes nervous to ask in case it comes off as selfish. He's glad he did this time.
He barely notices the coolness of the lube next to the wonderful sensation if Rowan's hand applying it. The state he's in, it would take more than that to quell the heat.
Now he's looking up at Rowan with hungry eyes. His breath is held in anticipation, his cock already twitching with the desire to go deeper. Part of him longs to thrust up already, but he forces his hips to stay still.
There's no masking the desperation in his voice, however. "Oh, please. Yes."
Who could deny such desperation? But there is a little bit of trepidation as Rowan slowly pushes down against the intrusion, shuddering slightly at the ache of the stretch. So they take it slow, still holding the base of Max's erection as they slide down an inch or two with a moan, and then they force themself to pull back, before pushing down again, this time taking Max deeper into themself.
One hand rests on their own thigh, leaving red marks on pale skin as they knead their own flesh with each downward motion, and as they pass the half way mark they free their other hand and seek out Max's, holding onto him painfully tightly as they lose control over the last few inches, impaling themself to the hilt. As their hips meet, Rowan throws back their head and cries out wantonly, body quivering. "Max, fuck, I..." They start, but don't finish. The ache of the stretch has slipped into pain, but even that feels good, setting Rowan's body on fire with the sensation of being stretched beyond the limits of what they have. They glance down between them to see their joined bodies and moan again at the sight, their cunt clenching even tighter around Max.
"...a moment." They half finish, drawing their joined hands up, and then guiding Max's hand between them, back to their clit, encouraging him to start helping them relax so they can start to ride him.
Max lets out a low groan as Rowan begins to engulf him. They are so, so tight. It feels great, but at the same time, worry is building in the back of his mind. It's sobering enough to pull him back into the moment with a clearer head.
His eyes are trained on Rowan the whole time, noticing the grip they keep on their thigh. Is this hurting? He almost speaks up. Then Rowan's hand finds his and he squeezes back, with a meaningful look him his eyes. They can stop any time.
But they don't, and the cry that flies from their lips as their hips join doesn't sound like one of pain exactly. Max lets out a whimper of his own at that clench.
"Rowan," comes his husky whisper, "take it as slow as you need to, okay?"
With their guidance, his fingers slide between them. He's already gotten a good feel for where to touch, so the pads of his fingers zero right in on their clit.
"Please tell me if it's too much," he says even as his fingers start their work. "I don't want to hurt you."
Rowan chuckles, a little roughly, and leans forward to kiss Max again, trapping his hand between them. "Just been a while, mm, since I was this full." The hand between them is already working it's magic, Rowan rolling their hips into it instinctively and then catching their breath as the motion moves Max's cock inside them. "So good, though." They add, voice low, as they shift their hips again intentionally to feel it again, shuddering with pleasure. It's sweet that Max cares, though, and it makes them determined to make this as good as possible for him, so he can forget his worry. The last thing they want mid, or even post sex, is a discussion about how small and shallow what they have is. It's better than the other option, and most of the time isn't too big of an issue, but if they stop to think about it now, Max is going to lose out on his happy ending.
With that thought, they kiss him again, before straightening up again, gasping in combination of pain and pleasure as Max's cock hits the back of their pussy. They roll their hips once more, this time more experimentally, and deciding that they're now relaxed enough, slowly start to move, using their hips and thighs to ride Max. And this time their loud, obscene moan is one of pure pleasure, to feel that large cock slide in and out of them.
"Okay..." despite the reassurance there's still a small note of reluctance.
But Rowan's hips rolling against him draws another needy whimper out of his throat. "Feels good?" He asks, just one more time. "Because you feel really great."
His fingers continue to rub against Rowan in small thrusts, aided by the opposing friction of their movement. If he could get them to come again on top of him like this... just thinking about the way Rowan had clenched on his fingers was enough to cause a little shudder to roll through him, making him moan into that kiss. How he'd love to make that happen again.
"Oh Rowan," he cries when they straighten and begin to really ride him. "I love it when you make that sound."
Those fingers at their clit feel so good, helping Rowan to relax further as they start to set a pace. The reason they started to like and use this position this much is because it leaves them in control to make sure that they enjoy it as much as their partner - a consideration that they've learnt to make after so many one night stands - and having the additional pleasure of Max's fingers working them back up is only going to end up driving them wild. "Oh, fuck, yeah, Max! So good!" They encourage him, eager to praise him, and to keep them there.
They begin to set a steady pace, shuddering with pleasure each time their bodies side together. Their experience shows, and they're not wildly bouncing on Max dick, but using controlled thrusts of their hips to move around him. Between the lube and Max opening them up further, it's slick and smooth, and Rowan is loud in their pleasure, not holding back any of their eager noises. "Just like that! Oh fuck, yes, Max, yes!"
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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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Date: 2020-08-14 03:33 am (UTC)With that done, they draw away for long enough to adjust themself over him, straddling his hips. They hold his cock in place as they glide over him, shivering in anticipation as their entrance, slick and open from Max’s ministrations earlier, slides over the head of his cock. “Ready?” They smile down at him, breath shallow and collar blushed pink with arousal.
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Date: 2020-08-16 12:49 pm (UTC)He barely notices the coolness of the lube next to the wonderful sensation if Rowan's hand applying it. The state he's in, it would take more than that to quell the heat.
Now he's looking up at Rowan with hungry eyes. His breath is held in anticipation, his cock already twitching with the desire to go deeper. Part of him longs to thrust up already, but he forces his hips to stay still.
There's no masking the desperation in his voice, however. "Oh, please. Yes."
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Date: 2020-08-16 01:23 pm (UTC)One hand rests on their own thigh, leaving red marks on pale skin as they knead their own flesh with each downward motion, and as they pass the half way mark they free their other hand and seek out Max's, holding onto him painfully tightly as they lose control over the last few inches, impaling themself to the hilt. As their hips meet, Rowan throws back their head and cries out wantonly, body quivering. "Max, fuck, I..." They start, but don't finish. The ache of the stretch has slipped into pain, but even that feels good, setting Rowan's body on fire with the sensation of being stretched beyond the limits of what they have. They glance down between them to see their joined bodies and moan again at the sight, their cunt clenching even tighter around Max.
"...a moment." They half finish, drawing their joined hands up, and then guiding Max's hand between them, back to their clit, encouraging him to start helping them relax so they can start to ride him.
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Date: 2020-08-16 03:55 pm (UTC)His eyes are trained on Rowan the whole time, noticing the grip they keep on their thigh. Is this hurting? He almost speaks up. Then Rowan's hand finds his and he squeezes back, with a meaningful look him his eyes. They can stop any time.
But they don't, and the cry that flies from their lips as their hips join doesn't sound like one of pain exactly. Max lets out a whimper of his own at that clench.
"Rowan," comes his husky whisper, "take it as slow as you need to, okay?"
With their guidance, his fingers slide between them. He's already gotten a good feel for where to touch, so the pads of his fingers zero right in on their clit.
"Please tell me if it's too much," he says even as his fingers start their work. "I don't want to hurt you."
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Date: 2020-08-16 04:25 pm (UTC)With that thought, they kiss him again, before straightening up again, gasping in combination of pain and pleasure as Max's cock hits the back of their pussy. They roll their hips once more, this time more experimentally, and deciding that they're now relaxed enough, slowly start to move, using their hips and thighs to ride Max. And this time their loud, obscene moan is one of pure pleasure, to feel that large cock slide in and out of them.
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Date: 2020-08-18 02:20 am (UTC)But Rowan's hips rolling against him draws another needy whimper out of his throat. "Feels good?" He asks, just one more time. "Because you feel really great."
His fingers continue to rub against Rowan in small thrusts, aided by the opposing friction of their movement. If he could get them to come again on top of him like this... just thinking about the way Rowan had clenched on his fingers was enough to cause a little shudder to roll through him, making him moan into that kiss. How he'd love to make that happen again.
"Oh Rowan," he cries when they straighten and begin to really ride him. "I love it when you make that sound."
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Date: 2020-08-18 06:13 am (UTC)They begin to set a steady pace, shuddering with pleasure each time their bodies side together. Their experience shows, and they're not wildly bouncing on Max dick, but using controlled thrusts of their hips to move around him. Between the lube and Max opening them up further, it's slick and smooth, and Rowan is loud in their pleasure, not holding back any of their eager noises. "Just like that! Oh fuck, yes, Max, yes!"
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