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.
He makes a sound like the Pillsbury Doughboy as when they poke him "Hoo Hoo!" And it cracks him up. Him, a doughboy? Not unless he really overdoes it on the cookies here.
He raises a brow at them, pausing halfway through pulling his trousers on. "Assless chaps, huh? That's one thing I've not worn yet. Could be fun."
He enjoys their looking while he finishes pulling his various articles of clothing on. Theirs is a wonderfully affectionate gaze.
"Okay. Look at that. We both managed to get our clothes back on without getting sidetracked. So far so good. We better hurry and get going before it's too late."
The joke flies over Rowan's head, but they're not worried about that. The idea of Max in arseless chaps is much more interesting. And distracting. They'll have to look into that some day, maybe if they ask Max nicely... he doesn't seem too against the idea.
Crossing over, they take his arm, kissing his cheek affectionately. "So we did! Come on, then, let's get out in public before I start stripping you again." They tug him towards the door, happy to get to spend the day with him.
If Rowan asks, the answer is going to be yes. He'll ham it up for them too. Get ready for all the bad cowboy jokes!
He loops his arm in theirs and lets himself be tugged along. It's nice. It's nice to go out together like this. It almost feels... like a date. but he will put that thought aside and just enjoy himself and their company. What a rare and wonderful gift it is.
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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.
might be about time to wrap this one too.
Date: 2020-10-30 03:57 am (UTC)He makes a sound like the Pillsbury Doughboy as when they poke him "Hoo Hoo!" And it cracks him up. Him, a doughboy? Not unless he really overdoes it on the cookies here.
He raises a brow at them, pausing halfway through pulling his trousers on. "Assless chaps, huh? That's one thing I've not worn yet. Could be fun."
He enjoys their looking while he finishes pulling his various articles of clothing on. Theirs is a wonderfully affectionate gaze.
"Okay. Look at that. We both managed to get our clothes back on without getting sidetracked. So far so good. We better hurry and get going before it's too late."
I think so!
Date: 2020-10-30 01:19 pm (UTC)Crossing over, they take his arm, kissing his cheek affectionately. "So we did! Come on, then, let's get out in public before I start stripping you again." They tug him towards the door, happy to get to spend the day with him.
Done!
Date: 2020-10-30 01:48 pm (UTC)He loops his arm in theirs and lets himself be tugged along. It's nice. It's nice to go out together like this. It almost feels... like a date. but he will put that thought aside and just enjoy himself and their company. What a rare and wonderful gift it is.