Judging from Rowan's cry of pleasure, it sounds more than good. They clench their hand around Max's hand, resting the side of their head on the tile so that their pants hit the damp skin of Max's wrist. He's so big, but on this side there's only pleasure as their body stretches and adapts around him.
And then as Max's cock grazes over their prostate they scream out, arching into him, desperate for more. "Max, oh god! Oh fuck!" Going easy on them has just taken a flying leap out of the window, along with Rowan's self control.
Shifting a bit, they push up into Max, spreading their legs wider for him, hoping he'll be able to fuck them deeper and harder. And taking their weight on their shoulders, they reach down with their free hand between their legs, stroking their clit eagerly. "God, Max, I can't wait to feel you fill me up. You - oh, fuck! You feel so fucking good inside me!"
A litany of breathless whimpers fly from his lips. Rowan's panting breath against his skin drives him closer to the sun. The sound of his frantic rutting reverberates all around them.
Then Rowan's cry of pleasure cuts across it all, and Max feels a powerful throb pull his dick tight.
"Rowannnnn!" God, he couldn't slow down now if he wanted to. As they shift open for him, he changes the angle of his hips just slightly, so now he's driving up into them, as deep as he can go.
"I want to fill you with my hot cum," he groans against their ear. His free hand shifts up their front, seeking out their hardened nipple. He's so close, but he'll take Rowan with him if he can.
"Come for me, Rowan. I want you to squeeze every last drop out of me! Milk me dry!"
If they weren't, well, Rowan, they might have felt the need to be ashamed for how quickly Max got them going again, but they don't feel any shame in this. Who wouldn't get wound up again by the way Max is pounding into them, stretching them out, his breath heavy on their skin? The way he crowds Rowan into the wall, his hands holding them up and down at the same time, the noises he fills the air with. But more than that, Rowan loves that it's Max doing these things to them; that it's Max crying out their name, that it's Max's hands on their body. He feels right against them in ways they can't describe: two bodies melding into one, claiming and being claimed by each other.
"Oh, oh fuck, Max! I-- fuck!" Another thrust past their prostate has stars bursting behind Rowan's eyes, and they scream out his name again as they tense tightly around him and come hard.
Everything about this moment feels perfect. So perfect. His hand grips theirs tight, like he'll never let go. His name sounds so sweet flying from their lips.
I love you cries a voice in his mind. He bites down on it before he can give it voice.
"Oh fuck, Rowan! Rowan!" He can almost see the steam rising off their wet skin. With how hot this is, it's not hard to imagine at all.
Rowan cries out loudly and he can feel them tensing around him. He thrust in one last time, deep and hard with a hitching breath, and then guttural cry escapes him, while he spills over in waves of hot pleasure.
"Oh! Oh, Rowan!" He clings to them while it shakes him to his core. It seems to go on forever, his cock pumping more than he ever imagined he had to give.
When the last wave finally recedes, he whimpers and leans into them on wobbling legs. "Oh fuck. Oh, holy fuck."
He can't be any more articulate than that so, instead, he showers Rowan's back in kisses, while he tries his best not to collapse.
As Max thrusts into them and starts to fill them up, Rowan keens, arching their back as their body pulses around him, milking him dry as he asked. The hand that was between their legs slams into the tile and claws at it helplessly, attempting to support themself as their body quivers through the orgasm.
And when it starts to fade, they feel impossibly full, breath coming in short bursts, Max's heavy body a warm blanket in contrast to the colder tile. "That. Very much that." They manage to gasp, giving his hand a weak squeeze. Standing is difficult, and they're not sure they could if they weren't trapped between Max and the wall, but pulling away will certainly mean that he slips out, and they want to enjoy this feeling a little longer.
Rowan does pull Max's hand closer and kiss the knuckles of his fingers though, since they can't kiss the man himself. Then they close their eyes again and try to get their breath back, luxuriating in Max's presence. And then, "we should sit. Before we fall." They're very reluctant. But it's kind of necessary.
He wants to stay like this longer. But he's had to lock his knees just to stay up and he knows that's only a temporary solution. Yet, he so desperately wants to keep this feeling of closeness.
"I guess so..." he answers with the same reluctance, while he presses his face into their wet hair and nuzzles in. Let him just have a few more seconds of this...
Okay. Fine.
With a sigh of longing, he pulls out and puts his back to the cold tile. From there, he'll do a --mostly-- controlled slide down the wall and come to a sitting position next to them.
"Well, the good news is, there's still hot water."
Closing their eyes as Max curls in closer, Rowan wishes once again that they could stay like this. But the desire to be able to touch Max again is also building, so even though they let out a soft gasp as he pulls out, they don't say anything.
Without his weight on their back, though, there's nothing to stop them from sinking to their knees, likewise using their grip on the wall to control the fall. Then they shift over to slide into Max's lap, legs off to one side and their side against his chest. There, they can finally claim a long, sweet kiss, one hand resting over his heart and the other on his cheek.
"You're hot enough I wouldn't notice if it weren't." Rowan chuckles when they finally break it, nuzzling into his cheek. "That was something else, Max."
Max draws them in, wrapping them up in his arms loosely, with what strength he has left. If he didn't already feel like a sentient puddle of goo, that kiss would have done it. He practically melts against the wall as they claim his lips.
"I think you must be describing yourself," he laughs. "Every time I think you couldn't possibly get sexier, you go and set the bar higher. You never stop blowing my mind."
Rowan laughs fondly, nuzzling into him. “You’re selling me on the whole fucking someone over and over, that’s the problem. I love being able to drive you wild. And you driving me wild.”
They run their fingers over his cheeks, smiling at him. “And I’m looking forward to things getting even better. Somehow.”
"I could make a career out of fucking you and I'd never want to retire."
He gives them an affectionate squeeze. Good, he'd glad they want to keep coming back for more. He doesn't think he could stand it any other way. They are too much fun. Way too much.
"Seriously, I'm so glad we've clicked so well. Everything with you feels as natural as can be."
"Good, 'cos if that were the case I wouldn't let you." Rowan smile grows brighter, more affectionate, as they ignore the flutter of their heart.
"And I'm glad too. You and Lucas are the first ones to have me coming back for more, and I love the sex and all, but I feel so comfortable with you just hanging out too." They grin toothily. "Not that I'm so great at keeping my hands off you."
"It's an honor to be among such a lucky and elite group." Max says, and sincerely means it.
"One of these days we'll manage to be too tired to get horny and just hang out. One of these days." Not that he looks at all sorry about the continuous amounts of amazing sex they have.
"You can always beat me off with a stick. But then again, I might like that."
"There's so many ways I could beat you off." Rowan smirks, unable to miss the opportunity. Their eyes do flicker to the basket under the bed, which now contains a simple but elegant paddle, brought at an unmissable price, thanks to Max and Lucas' little race the other day.
"Let's clean off and dry off and see how long we last now? If we can't survive not jumping one another just after sex there ain't no hope for us." Rowan suggests with a laugh. But honestly, it's just an excuse to keep Max with them longer.
Max would have been very disappointed if Rowan didn't take an opportunity like that one. He loves that about them. It's like they speak the same language.
"Good idea. Although, I do have pretty good recovery times, I'm sure you've noticed." Well, that's one thing to thank his Master for.
"But, yeah, I think I might be good and done for a while now." Probably.
Rowan answers by offering him their hand to help them up. They don't strictly speaking need it, but they'll certainly take the offer.
"I ain't complaining about a break. Anyway, it's not as though you can't have me any day of the week." They grin at him. They could probably actually go again, given a bit of a break, but they're also perfectly satisfied to stop here in favour of spending some non-sexy time with Max. "We should head out somewhere public, then we'll have to keep our hands to ourselves." In theory, anyway.
He gets himself upright then takes their hand and helps pull them to their feet. His head still feels like it's in the clouds but the rest of him has made it back to earth.
"Out in public might be the only way. Also, it might not hurt to go grab something to eat. Or some coffee."
A thought occurs. "That could be the closest we've ever gotten to a traditional date."
If Rowan's head had come back to earth, it's definitely gone again at that suggestion. A date? But like, a friend date, right? Because that's all they are. Friends that just had incredibly hot sex, and talking about dates afterwards is absolutely normal.
"Yeah, that'd be nice. You can keep the coffee, though." Rowan manages to laugh, scrambling to their feet with Max's help. "It's tea or nothing for me." Releasing Max's hand, they step back into the full stream, letting it rinse off the evidence of their activity - from their skin at least. They hesitate a moment, and then reluctantly arch their back a little to start washing lube and cum from their entrance.
"Ah, should have known you were a tea drinker. Don't let Lucas hear you say it. He hates the stuff. I don't mind it but I prefer beans."
Max will wait his turn patiently, admiring the sight of them under the water while he does. He can't lie, there's something intensely satisfying about seeing his own seed dripping from their ass like that.
"This shower really is pretty handy. But, you don't happen to have a blow-dryer too?"
Rowan runs their fingers through their hair last of all, then steps out of the way, shaking themself off, before hopping to grab them both towels. "No, sorry. I normally just shove a bit of mousse in and hope for the best."
They start to dry themself off, but they're watching Max as they do so, enjoying the chance to admire the way he moves without distraction. "It ain't that bad, though, your hair'll dry off quick enough."
"Max steps in and makes quick work of soaping and shampooing himself, while inwardly cringing at what his hair is going to do when he gets out. Ah well, it was worth it. Definitely worth it.
"It's not really the wet part I'm worried about. It's just the texture of my hair is... let's just say it's going to be very poofy. Promise not to laugh?"
Rowan grins, eyes drifting from Max’s body up to his hair. “Course I promise.” They’re the last person to laugh at someone over something they feel self conscious about. “But I bet it ain’t as bad as you say.”
They start to pull their clothes back on, wiggling into their jeans with easy practise. “But we can also go out via your room if it makes you feel better.”
"You'll see soon enough." Honestly, it's just some frizz, Max. "Nah, by the time I go get it, my hair will be halfway dry and then it won't matter. Might as well embrace it." And maybe borrow some of that mousse.
He watches with some fascination while they wiggled back into those jeans. He had wondered just how the hell a person gets those on.
"More power to you for being able to wear those," he says, stepping out of the shower, "I don't think I'd be able to do it."
"If you ain't still hot as fuck, I'll eat my jeans." Rowan grins at him, pulling their jeans up the last bit and then tossing him the other towel before adjusting them on their hips.
"And you'd never be able to wear them 'cos you're packing heat and a half." Rowan teases. "Plus you got all those lovely muscles in your legs. There are some advantages to being a stick, right?" They pull their shirts on next, then cross over to the desk to brush a comb through their hair and work a handful of mousse through, sweeping it to one side as usual.
"Now, now, there are better things to eat." Max bites his bottom lip suggestively.
He makes quick work of drying himself off, spending the majority of that energy on toweling off his hair, for all the good it will do.
"Yeah, pretty sure I'd rip the seams out of 'em. That would be a waste." Max makes a show of looking up and down Rowan's legs. "But they sure do look good on you. So you go ahead and take that burden for me."
"Much better, but we're meant to be trying not to jump straight back into bed." Rowan laughs, poking at Max's stomach playfully as they pass him, going to select a scarf and wrap it around their neck, settling the fabric over their chest easily, obscuring the lines there. Then they flop down in the chair to wait for him, legs slung over the arm comfortably.
"So what you're saying is I should get you a pair of arseless chaps and cut the middleman." They smirk, watching him just as blatantly. Why not? There are many things to admire about Max, and his body is one of them.
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Date: 2020-10-08 04:09 pm (UTC)And then as Max's cock grazes over their prostate they scream out, arching into him, desperate for more. "Max, oh god! Oh fuck!" Going easy on them has just taken a flying leap out of the window, along with Rowan's self control.
Shifting a bit, they push up into Max, spreading their legs wider for him, hoping he'll be able to fuck them deeper and harder. And taking their weight on their shoulders, they reach down with their free hand between their legs, stroking their clit eagerly. "God, Max, I can't wait to feel you fill me up. You - oh, fuck! You feel so fucking good inside me!"
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Date: 2020-10-10 02:30 am (UTC)Then Rowan's cry of pleasure cuts across it all, and Max feels a powerful throb pull his dick tight.
"Rowannnnn!" God, he couldn't slow down now if he wanted to. As they shift open for him, he changes the angle of his hips just slightly, so now he's driving up into them, as deep as he can go.
"I want to fill you with my hot cum," he groans against their ear. His free hand shifts up their front, seeking out their hardened nipple. He's so close, but he'll take Rowan with him if he can.
"Come for me, Rowan. I want you to squeeze every last drop out of me! Milk me dry!"
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Date: 2020-10-10 06:54 am (UTC)If they weren't, well, Rowan, they might have felt the need to be ashamed for how quickly Max got them going again, but they don't feel any shame in this. Who wouldn't get wound up again by the way Max is pounding into them, stretching them out, his breath heavy on their skin? The way he crowds Rowan into the wall, his hands holding them up and down at the same time, the noises he fills the air with. But more than that, Rowan loves that it's Max doing these things to them; that it's Max crying out their name, that it's Max's hands on their body. He feels right against them in ways they can't describe: two bodies melding into one, claiming and being claimed by each other.
"Oh, oh fuck, Max! I-- fuck!" Another thrust past their prostate has stars bursting behind Rowan's eyes, and they scream out his name again as they tense tightly around him and come hard.
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Date: 2020-10-11 05:28 am (UTC)I love you cries a voice in his mind. He bites down on it before he can give it voice.
"Oh fuck, Rowan! Rowan!" He can almost see the steam rising off their wet skin. With how hot this is, it's not hard to imagine at all.
Rowan cries out loudly and he can feel them tensing around him. He thrust in one last time, deep and hard with a hitching breath, and then guttural cry escapes him, while he spills over in waves of hot pleasure.
"Oh! Oh, Rowan!" He clings to them while it shakes him to his core. It seems to go on forever, his cock pumping more than he ever imagined he had to give.
When the last wave finally recedes, he whimpers and leans into them on wobbling legs. "Oh fuck. Oh, holy fuck."
He can't be any more articulate than that so, instead, he showers Rowan's back in kisses, while he tries his best not to collapse.
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Date: 2020-10-11 10:16 am (UTC)And when it starts to fade, they feel impossibly full, breath coming in short bursts, Max's heavy body a warm blanket in contrast to the colder tile. "That. Very much that." They manage to gasp, giving his hand a weak squeeze. Standing is difficult, and they're not sure they could if they weren't trapped between Max and the wall, but pulling away will certainly mean that he slips out, and they want to enjoy this feeling a little longer.
Rowan does pull Max's hand closer and kiss the knuckles of his fingers though, since they can't kiss the man himself. Then they close their eyes again and try to get their breath back, luxuriating in Max's presence. And then, "we should sit. Before we fall." They're very reluctant. But it's kind of necessary.
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Date: 2020-10-11 03:10 pm (UTC)"I guess so..." he answers with the same reluctance, while he presses his face into their wet hair and nuzzles in. Let him just have a few more seconds of this...
Okay. Fine.
With a sigh of longing, he pulls out and puts his back to the cold tile. From there, he'll do a --mostly-- controlled slide down the wall and come to a sitting position next to them.
"Well, the good news is, there's still hot water."
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Date: 2020-10-11 03:25 pm (UTC)Without his weight on their back, though, there's nothing to stop them from sinking to their knees, likewise using their grip on the wall to control the fall. Then they shift over to slide into Max's lap, legs off to one side and their side against his chest. There, they can finally claim a long, sweet kiss, one hand resting over his heart and the other on his cheek.
"You're hot enough I wouldn't notice if it weren't." Rowan chuckles when they finally break it, nuzzling into his cheek. "That was something else, Max."
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Date: 2020-10-11 11:30 pm (UTC)"I think you must be describing yourself," he laughs. "Every time I think you couldn't possibly get sexier, you go and set the bar higher. You never stop blowing my mind."
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Date: 2020-10-12 09:00 am (UTC)They run their fingers over his cheeks, smiling at him. “And I’m looking forward to things getting even better. Somehow.”
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Date: 2020-10-12 01:43 pm (UTC)He gives them an affectionate squeeze. Good, he'd glad they want to keep coming back for more. He doesn't think he could stand it any other way. They are too much fun. Way too much.
"Seriously, I'm so glad we've clicked so well. Everything with you feels as natural as can be."
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Date: 2020-10-12 07:59 pm (UTC)"And I'm glad too. You and Lucas are the first ones to have me coming back for more, and I love the sex and all, but I feel so comfortable with you just hanging out too." They grin toothily. "Not that I'm so great at keeping my hands off you."
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Date: 2020-10-14 02:19 pm (UTC)"One of these days we'll manage to be too tired to get horny and just hang out. One of these days." Not that he looks at all sorry about the continuous amounts of amazing sex they have.
"You can always beat me off with a stick. But then again, I might like that."
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Date: 2020-10-14 02:50 pm (UTC)"Let's clean off and dry off and see how long we last now? If we can't survive not jumping one another just after sex there ain't no hope for us." Rowan suggests with a laugh. But honestly, it's just an excuse to keep Max with them longer.
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Date: 2020-10-15 02:24 am (UTC)"Good idea. Although, I do have pretty good recovery times, I'm sure you've noticed." Well, that's one thing to thank his Master for.
"But, yeah, I think I might be good and done for a while now." Probably.
"Need help up?"
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Date: 2020-10-15 05:12 pm (UTC)"I ain't complaining about a break. Anyway, it's not as though you can't have me any day of the week." They grin at him. They could probably actually go again, given a bit of a break, but they're also perfectly satisfied to stop here in favour of spending some non-sexy time with Max. "We should head out somewhere public, then we'll have to keep our hands to ourselves." In theory, anyway.
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Date: 2020-10-18 03:47 am (UTC)"Out in public might be the only way. Also, it might not hurt to go grab something to eat. Or some coffee."
A thought occurs. "That could be the closest we've ever gotten to a traditional date."
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Date: 2020-10-19 04:08 pm (UTC)"Yeah, that'd be nice. You can keep the coffee, though." Rowan manages to laugh, scrambling to their feet with Max's help. "It's tea or nothing for me." Releasing Max's hand, they step back into the full stream, letting it rinse off the evidence of their activity - from their skin at least. They hesitate a moment, and then reluctantly arch their back a little to start washing lube and cum from their entrance.
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Date: 2020-10-20 05:27 am (UTC)"Ah, should have known you were a tea drinker. Don't let Lucas hear you say it. He hates the stuff. I don't mind it but I prefer beans."
Max will wait his turn patiently, admiring the sight of them under the water while he does. He can't lie, there's something intensely satisfying about seeing his own seed dripping from their ass like that.
"This shower really is pretty handy. But, you don't happen to have a blow-dryer too?"
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Date: 2020-10-20 01:09 pm (UTC)They start to dry themself off, but they're watching Max as they do so, enjoying the chance to admire the way he moves without distraction. "It ain't that bad, though, your hair'll dry off quick enough."
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Date: 2020-10-22 05:41 am (UTC)"It's not really the wet part I'm worried about. It's just the texture of my hair is... let's just say it's going to be very poofy. Promise not to laugh?"
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Date: 2020-10-22 07:50 am (UTC)They start to pull their clothes back on, wiggling into their jeans with easy practise. “But we can also go out via your room if it makes you feel better.”
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Date: 2020-10-23 04:44 pm (UTC)He watches with some fascination while they wiggled back into those jeans. He had wondered just how the hell a person gets those on.
"More power to you for being able to wear those," he says, stepping out of the shower, "I don't think I'd be able to do it."
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Date: 2020-10-23 05:42 pm (UTC)"And you'd never be able to wear them 'cos you're packing heat and a half." Rowan teases. "Plus you got all those lovely muscles in your legs. There are some advantages to being a stick, right?" They pull their shirts on next, then cross over to the desk to brush a comb through their hair and work a handful of mousse through, sweeping it to one side as usual.
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Date: 2020-10-26 01:09 am (UTC)He makes quick work of drying himself off, spending the majority of that energy on toweling off his hair, for all the good it will do.
"Yeah, pretty sure I'd rip the seams out of 'em. That would be a waste." Max makes a show of looking up and down Rowan's legs. "But they sure do look good on you. So you go ahead and take that burden for me."
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Date: 2020-10-27 08:06 pm (UTC)"So what you're saying is I should get you a pair of arseless chaps and cut the middleman." They smirk, watching him just as blatantly. Why not? There are many things to admire about Max, and his body is one of them.
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