Rowan feels their eyes drawn to Max like a magnet as he starts to undo his trousers, drawn in by the treat they know is hidden underneath. It's tempting to lean in and reveal it for themself, but they have their own clothes to remove.
Shimmying the waistband off their hips, they hop back up onto the desk to pull their jeans and pants off completely, as they consider their options. And again over the option that Jackie offered them. Well, they haven't taken him up on that yet, so it doesn't help right now.
"Fill up my cunt, then. It takes less prep." Rowan decides, purposefully extending their leg gracefully to roll up one side of the stockings, slowing down a little to give Max a bit of a show as the fabric covers up their slim legs again. "Anyway, I kind of like it. I ain't no size queen, but I love the way you make me unable to forget you were there.
"And if it gets too much you can always have me once and stay inside until you're ready to come again." They smirk at him, as they reach the top of their leg, fingers trailing over that gap between the the top of the stocking and their hip, before leaning over to start on the other side. "We both know you'll be good for two rounds." And the idea of feeling Max grow hard inside them causes another burst of arousal deep inside them.
Max reaches in to pull down his briefs, and Rowan will get to see his erection grow to full height before their very eyes. How can Max not be turned on by the sight of them shimmying out of their jeans?
He watches them with hungry eyes, as they roll the stockings up their leg. One of his hands hovers close. He's so tempted to caress them through the soft fabric, but he's also paying close attention to their words too.
"Really? You're sure it's not too painful?" The last couple of times they've been together, he's been deliberately choosing their back hole out of a fear that he might accidentally stretch their pussy too much. He hasn't wanted to admit how that worry nags at him. Is it true? Does Rowan really mean that?
A shiver runs down his spine just thinking about how good it would be to find release and then stay in, just like they talked about after their time in the Fuck Tent. His eyes trail along with their finger, appreciating the show. His breathing is already a little shallow as the flames of desire burst to life in his belly.
"You're just so good at building me up," his voice dips low and sultry. "I can't help but come back for seconds."
Rowan pauses with the stocking bunched up around the top of their calf and sits up properly, looking down at Max. "Love, I can take it. I know I ain't as flexible down there as a ciswoman, but as long as you don't just shove it in you ain't going to tear me." They manage to keep their own dysphoria buried, focusing on Max's worries for now, and not the disappointment that their body can't adjust around him as easily. It helps to know that they might have an answer for that - they need to talk to Max about that, but not right now. "Besides, I like it. You make me feel like you're stretching me out and remoulding me to fit you. Like you're claiming me."
Leaning forward, they kiss his cheek, trying to reassure him, but then lean back, continuing to roll the stockings up into place, shifting to place one foot by Max's thigh, opening themself up for his viewing pleasure. "But if you're worried, I ain't never going to complain about you choosing the other side neither. Most blokes want to go for the front 'cos it's unusual. Just means you'll have to wait a bit longer." They smirk, eyes drifting down to the source of the problem in Max's lap. What a lovely problem it is to have!
Max looks slightly horrified. "I'd never do that to anyone, cis woman or otherwise. It's not um...for the record? It's not just you I worry about that with." He has much the same anxiety whenever he's with someone who's less experienced with anal too. Sometimes it's a relief if his partner says they'd rather top. Which is... a bit silly, he guesses. What's the point of a big dick if you're afraid to use it but, well, he can't help it.
Their words bring him out of that spiraling thought with a new flush of heat in his cheeks, in a good way. They feel like they are moulding to fit him? That is a very flattering image. He liked the idea of claiming them before, in the tents. He still does.
"I like claiming you... and I like your pussy because it's yours, not for any other reason. So, if you'll have me, I definitely want it." That 'problem' is still standing tall and ready in agreement with that.
This is really something that they should talk about. Rowan hesitates, watching him, trying to figure out if they need to put a stop on this and talk to Max instead. But Max is still around, and when he says that he likes their body, a flush manages to find it's way to Rowan's cheeks as well. There's something about a partner liking their set up in particular, not because they're fetishising it or because it's different, but because of their love.
Slipping off the desk again, they pull the waistband up, pulling the suspenders tight, framing themself, and then lean over Max to kiss him sweetly. "I'll have you anytime, love." They reward his patience by leaning in between them and taking his cock in hand, stroking from tip to base and then back again, pulling the foreskin back gently and running their thumb over the head. Then they release him again and head to the basket under the bed, purposefully leaning over to pull it out, and then letting out a hum as they pull lube out.
"This one's one of them what's meant to slow you down and speed me up, want to give it a go? Or did you want to fill me up, then keep me plugged up until you're ready to go again?" They ask, holding it up as they glance back at him.
Max notices their brief hesitation and worries he spoiled the mood, but then he sees their blush and he's forgotten all about it.
"Ooooh," he bites his lower lip and sucks in a big breath as their thumb strokes his head. It's still astonishing to him how even the lightest of touch from Rowan is enough to make his whole body feel like it could burst into flames.
His eyes are glued to them while they bend over, the teasing is almost too much to take. And that question? Ah, what a choice! How can he be expected to choose between two equally appealing scenarios? It's just not fair. He's consoled by the fact that whatever he doesn't choose this time, he might be able to do next time. The fact that there will be a next time still fills him with joy!
"Hmmm," he groans, stalling for time. "Do you think the lube can actually slow me down?" This might be the perfect way to test the theory.
"I don't reckon there's much what'll slow you down, love, but there's only one way to find out how it works." Rowan smirks, but they do pick up a plain lube at the same time, just in case. They also stop and grab a wash cloth so they can clean up hands before getting to making plans.
Hoping back up onto the desk, they perch there with one foot either side of Max's knees, presenting themself to him again as they squirt a generous amount into their palm to warm it, then offer the bottle out to Max. "How about I prepare you, and you prepare me?" It'll be a bit awkward to lean over one another, but they should be able to make it work for the brief time they need.
"What can I say..." His shoulder rise in something like an embarrassed shrug. "I've always run, uh, hot."
Speaking of hot. Max's gaze is glued to the space between their legs. He nods at their suggestion. It takes effort to tear his eyes away long enough to squeeze a glob of lube between his fingers. He rubs them similarly to warm it, then he reaches forward to begin applying it.
Nothing about this feels awkward at all, once they get started. It's both a practical task and a pleasurable one. He makes sure to get it in deep and is careful to apply evenly. More than the times before, this gives him a reason to really feel out every part of Rowan, to take slow and loving stock of how they feel both inside and out.
"So..." he murmurs while he works and while they work him, "what should we do to that birthday boy?"
Doesn't he just run hot? Rowan's eyes gaze over Max's clothed form hungrily, thinking of the figure underneath it. But there's something hotter right in front of them, and they reach down to wrap their fingers around his cock, taking their time with long, steady strokes and little twists of their wrist to work the lube over it.
"What shouldn't we do?" Rowan replies, shifting slightly as Max starts to work them, enjoying the relaxed, casual feel of his fingers. "Bribe him with cake and then fucking him senseless seems like a good idea to me. Do you know what you want to get him for it?"
"Ooooh," he shudders at their touch. He's really skeptical the lube is going to be able to stop him now. Rowan's plenty hot too.
"The problem is, I promised to let him help make the cake. But, then again, that's not really a problem... because we'll know where he'll be. He'll never see it coming."
There's a wicked glint in Max's eyes. He's having a great time cooking up this evil plot already.
"Oh yeah, I know just what I want to get him. He had a lot of fun the first time I used a vibrator on him. I'm thinking of getting him a really nice vibrating plug. Maybe one with a wireless remote. That was pretty damn fun before with you."
"Bribe him with cake making, then." Rowan laughs, but it's a little more tense than normal, Max's fingers starting to work their magic inside them. "How long does a cake take to bake, anyway? Is there enough time to tease him then, or is that going to end up with a burnt cake?"
The combination of the idea of Max's gift, and his two reasonings for giving it has Rowan biting their lip to half smother a low moan. Normally they wouldn't react so audibly to just a comment, but on top of everything it's too much, and while they normally don't try to hide noises while fucking the combination of conversation and the prep work confuses them enough to try this time. "Fuck, Max, that's hot." They pull their hand away, wipe it off, and then catches his wrist to stop him. Time to see how long they last together.
"I'd love to watch you prepare him for me with one. And then maybe we could leave it in him and play with one another for a bit while he has to watch?" They suggest with dark eyes, offering Max the wash cloth as well. "Do you want me facing you or the desk?"
"Thirty to thirty-five minutes," Max answers easily. "Long enough to tease, but maybe not to be completely finished." It's just long enough to really torment the birthday boy and leave him wanting more.
Oh but he loves to hear them moan like that, and it's somehow even sexier when they try to cover for it.
"High compliment coming from you. So, we'll definitely write that one down."
Good thing they stopped him because he was getting tempted by those noises. He grins, taking the cloth.
"I love the way your mind works. Yeah, I'm thinking we tie him up before we give him a show, so he won't be tempted to help himself out and ruin the fun too soon."
He finishes cleaning his hand and sets the cloth aside. "Why don't you face away so we can both see the desk... and pretend like we are working."
"I'll bring the cuffs, then." Rowan grins widely, but then leans in. If they're going to be facing away from Max for a while, before that, they want a kiss. So they claim one, biting down softly on his lip as they pull away. "Dunno how much work is going to happen, but that sounds hot, so."
Sliding off the desk once more, they turn to take their seat, reaching between them to hold Max's erection into place. It feels them up as tightly as they remember, making them feel achingly full in a way that has them moaning as they slowly slide into place in Max's lap. "Fuck, Max." They murmur as they finally hit his lap, breath a little ragged, as they reach down between them to feel the way they're stretched around the man between their legs. "Fuck, that's so hot."
"Perfect." And there goes his dick throbbing at the thought of Lucas in cuffs. It's obscene how much he enjoys the mental image. He'd enjoy Rowan like that too, again.
Between that and the nip to his lip, Max has no confidence in his ability to focus on work at all. But he also has zero regrets. None.
"Oh, Rowan," he moans softly against their neck while they lower themselves onto him. "Oh! Oh my god..." He's breathless by the time they are fully settled.
"Fuck, you're so tight on me. I can feel every little movement. Oh, god, you're incredible." And he does not see himself lasting long. Lube or no lube. "Every time you shift it's amazing."
Rowan is thinking very much the same thing - torn between all the combinations that could happen in this little trio with another set of cuffs and the idea that they've been talking about, of having Lucas watch in cuffs as they and Max enjoy one another's bodies. Luckily the here and now is a good distraction for those thoughts.
"I feel like you're moving every time I fucking breathe." They agree, moving their hand from between them to look for Max's hand, needing to hold onto him. Even that movement has them shifting enough to gasp, as they shift around Max's heat.
They bring his hand back to rest on their thigh, their own hand on top, and take a couple of deep breaths, trying to slow themself - not that it helps. "Okay, so. Um. Cake, teasing, eating cake, fucking Lucas senseless? Oh - we should give him his presents while the cake's in the oven. I've asked for his phone back, so that first, and then yours, and then even if we don't get to teasing him properly it'll be sitting out and he'll be thinking about it." The thought has them shifting automatically as heat spikes between their legs - and then moaning as that moves them around Max.
"I feel like you're going to know it every time I twitch," Max says, and naturally that thought alone is enough to make his dick do just that. Causing another strangled whimper from him.
"This is both the best and the worst idea I've ever had..." Breathe. Oh fuck, breathe! He grips onto Rowan's hand like a lifeline while he fights the current of his own need. His fingers dig into their thigh. He closes his eyes and centers himself. Breathe in. Breathe out.
"Cake and presents first," he agrees, voice thick with lust, "or we're likely to get too distracted to remember."
He nuzzles his face against the back of their head. "His phone will be good. He'll love sharing his pictures with us. I'll love seeing them, and that giddy look he gets in his eyes when he talks about his car."
He almost has himself calm again then Rowan goes and mentions Max's intended gift. Between that and Rowan's moaning, he's back to being a trembling mess.
If that twitch is anything to go by, they will indeed, and Rowan whimpers needfully, biting on their lip as they have to hold back from rocking into it. They absolutely agree with Max's sentiment; this is amazing, but he's going to drive them mad pretty soon.
They're so sensitive, that just Max's breath on the back of their neck has them shivering, their hand gripping onto his as they try to focus as well. "After this, dealing with that thought'll be a piece of piss." They say, firmly. "Anyway, by the time he's done showing us all his pictures, it won't be too long.
I wasn't kidding about bringing the cuffs, by the way. I have some already. I'll have to get a strap on, though." And the thought has them clenching around Max with another little noise. "Do you know when he's working?"
"Yeah," Max whimpers, "This is good practice." Great practice. So good, maybe they should do it regularly, just to be safe. Assuming Max doesn't die from this tension first.
"I hoped you weren't," Max answered about the cuffs. "Mmm, if I'd know that I would have had you use them on me by now." His cock twitches again at the thought.
This is so good. Every single little move Rowan makes no matter how small is sending electric shocks of pleasure up his spine. But that clenching OH FUCK. He whimpers and hunches over Rowan's back.
"G-god." Focus Max. Oh Christ. "Y-yeah, I can get his schedule since it's in the same place mine hangs. He'll never s-suspect."
That twitch inside them has Rowan mewling with need, their body clenching again, squeezing tightly around Max. Their hips jerk as they try to roll them over the cock inside them and hold back at the same time. "Oh fuck, Max, fuck!"
What were they talking about? Rowan's breath is coming in short pants, their knuckles white where their fists are clenched trying to maintain control. Right - schedules. "Give me yours too. So I can cross reference." Rowan says, but the thought of showing up when both of them are working and the things that they might be able to do to one another doesn't help them at all. They're not sure how much more of this they can take. "Anything else we need? I've got a-ah, a voucher."
"Jesus, don't make noises like that, or I'm going to lose it."
Not to mention the squeezing. He feels a mighty throb just as they half-roll their hips. Christ, what if he comes without Rowan even properly riding him? What if he comes just from this? They've ruined him. Soon he'll be able to climax from anything.
"Sure...let me just..." he leans forward to grab a pen and immediately whimpers from the jolt of pleasure that movement causes.
"U-uh, I..." come on, you can do this. "Some... ropes? Lucas likes those. A-and...fuck, I'm having a real hard time putting two thoughts together but... m-maybe something special to wear?" Rowan already looks great in those stockings, but should he get something special like that too?
As Max leans forward, he moves inside Rowan, pulling on their already stretched entrance and pushing up deep inside them. They cry out, instinctively pushing back against him. It's so hard to remember that they're not meant to be riding him, but they're desperate now for more of that delicious friction.
Dimly, they're aware of Max talking, and they force themself to listen. But the idea of Max dressed up for them comes to mind, and their breath hitches again. "You should. Wear something special, I mean." Another thought crosses their mind. "Or birthday suits for all of us?" Actual planning is starting to get incredibly hard. How can they think about what they're going to do to Lucas when Max is right here, hard inside them?
"Birthday suits are great, but so are these stockings you got on." Max rubs a hand over the lacy fabric on their leg. Another shiver runs through him.
"God. I don't know how much more of this I can... it's taking all my willpower right now not to start rocking my hips..." He can't even hold a pen correctly. Was he supposed to be writing something down?
"Fuck. Fuck it. I need you to fuck me right now or I'm not going to be able to see straight soon."
"Oh, thank fuck!" Rowan groans, grabbing Max's hands and moving them to their hips. If he'd moved like that again, they're not sure they could have held back, and it was his idea, so they would have felt bad for breaking first.
But with his permission they can finally roll their hips properly, though the motion has them throwing back their head and crying out. "Oh god, Max!" The movement's stilted, though, and they have to shift into a better position, shifting their legs to give them the right purchase. And of course, that has Max moving inside them again, their body clenching around him as they find a more comfortable position.
"God, your cock feels amazing!" They praise, as they slide along it, trying to hold back at least somewhat to start, rather than going straight into pounding down on him, as much as they want that. "Fuck, Max, it feels like you're filling up every part of me!"
Max is relieved he isn't the only one who was only hanging on by a thread. He grips their hips eagerly, a full-body shudder shaking him from head to toe while they reposition over him.
"It almost feels like we aren't even two separate people anymore," Max remarks in a voice weighed down by lust, "every move you make radiates through me. Even when you talk I feel it." Or moan! It can't just be his imagination how those vibrations travel into him.
Every time they clench around him, it steals a gasp between his parted lips. He's throbbing at the edge of climax already. This teasing has him barely clinging on.
"Rowan..." he says in a shaky warning tone, "I'm really not going to last long like this. You feel too good."
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Date: 2020-10-12 02:16 am (UTC)"Uh, I feel like you should make the choice on holes. I know I'm a... little much for you sometimes."
He loves seeing that fush at their collar. And he loves that Rowan shows it to him with no hesitation.
"If you let me prepare you, I might get a bit carried away. Which, I mean... that wouldn't be the biggest tragedy would it?"
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Date: 2020-10-12 06:13 am (UTC)Shimmying the waistband off their hips, they hop back up onto the desk to pull their jeans and pants off completely, as they consider their options. And again over the option that Jackie offered them. Well, they haven't taken him up on that yet, so it doesn't help right now.
"Fill up my cunt, then. It takes less prep." Rowan decides, purposefully extending their leg gracefully to roll up one side of the stockings, slowing down a little to give Max a bit of a show as the fabric covers up their slim legs again. "Anyway, I kind of like it. I ain't no size queen, but I love the way you make me unable to forget you were there.
"And if it gets too much you can always have me once and stay inside until you're ready to come again." They smirk at him, as they reach the top of their leg, fingers trailing over that gap between the the top of the stocking and their hip, before leaning over to start on the other side. "We both know you'll be good for two rounds." And the idea of feeling Max grow hard inside them causes another burst of arousal deep inside them.
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Date: 2020-10-12 06:25 pm (UTC)He watches them with hungry eyes, as they roll the stockings up their leg. One of his hands hovers close. He's so tempted to caress them through the soft fabric, but he's also paying close attention to their words too.
"Really? You're sure it's not too painful?" The last couple of times they've been together, he's been deliberately choosing their back hole out of a fear that he might accidentally stretch their pussy too much. He hasn't wanted to admit how that worry nags at him. Is it true? Does Rowan really mean that?
A shiver runs down his spine just thinking about how good it would be to find release and then stay in, just like they talked about after their time in the Fuck Tent. His eyes trail along with their finger, appreciating the show. His breathing is already a little shallow as the flames of desire burst to life in his belly.
"You're just so good at building me up," his voice dips low and sultry. "I can't help but come back for seconds."
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Date: 2020-10-12 06:55 pm (UTC)Leaning forward, they kiss his cheek, trying to reassure him, but then lean back, continuing to roll the stockings up into place, shifting to place one foot by Max's thigh, opening themself up for his viewing pleasure. "But if you're worried, I ain't never going to complain about you choosing the other side neither. Most blokes want to go for the front 'cos it's unusual. Just means you'll have to wait a bit longer." They smirk, eyes drifting down to the source of the problem in Max's lap. What a lovely problem it is to have!
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Date: 2020-10-14 05:10 am (UTC)Their words bring him out of that spiraling thought with a new flush of heat in his cheeks, in a good way. They feel like they are moulding to fit him? That is a very flattering image. He liked the idea of claiming them before, in the tents. He still does.
"I like claiming you... and I like your pussy because it's yours, not for any other reason. So, if you'll have me, I definitely want it." That 'problem' is still standing tall and ready in agreement with that.
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Date: 2020-10-14 06:20 am (UTC)Slipping off the desk again, they pull the waistband up, pulling the suspenders tight, framing themself, and then lean over Max to kiss him sweetly. "I'll have you anytime, love." They reward his patience by leaning in between them and taking his cock in hand, stroking from tip to base and then back again, pulling the foreskin back gently and running their thumb over the head. Then they release him again and head to the basket under the bed, purposefully leaning over to pull it out, and then letting out a hum as they pull lube out.
"This one's one of them what's meant to slow you down and speed me up, want to give it a go? Or did you want to fill me up, then keep me plugged up until you're ready to go again?" They ask, holding it up as they glance back at him.
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Date: 2020-10-15 12:32 am (UTC)"Ooooh," he bites his lower lip and sucks in a big breath as their thumb strokes his head. It's still astonishing to him how even the lightest of touch from Rowan is enough to make his whole body feel like it could burst into flames.
His eyes are glued to them while they bend over, the teasing is almost too much to take. And that question? Ah, what a choice! How can he be expected to choose between two equally appealing scenarios? It's just not fair. He's consoled by the fact that whatever he doesn't choose this time, he might be able to do next time. The fact that there will be a next time still fills him with joy!
"Hmmm," he groans, stalling for time. "Do you think the lube can actually slow me down?" This might be the perfect way to test the theory.
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Date: 2020-10-15 06:20 am (UTC)Hoping back up onto the desk, they perch there with one foot either side of Max's knees, presenting themself to him again as they squirt a generous amount into their palm to warm it, then offer the bottle out to Max. "How about I prepare you, and you prepare me?" It'll be a bit awkward to lean over one another, but they should be able to make it work for the brief time they need.
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Date: 2020-10-18 12:58 am (UTC)Speaking of hot. Max's gaze is glued to the space between their legs. He nods at their suggestion. It takes effort to tear his eyes away long enough to squeeze a glob of lube between his fingers. He rubs them similarly to warm it, then he reaches forward to begin applying it.
Nothing about this feels awkward at all, once they get started. It's both a practical task and a pleasurable one. He makes sure to get it in deep and is careful to apply evenly. More than the times before, this gives him a reason to really feel out every part of Rowan, to take slow and loving stock of how they feel both inside and out.
"So..." he murmurs while he works and while they work him, "what should we do to that birthday boy?"
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Date: 2020-10-18 02:33 pm (UTC)"What shouldn't we do?" Rowan replies, shifting slightly as Max starts to work them, enjoying the relaxed, casual feel of his fingers. "Bribe him with cake and then fucking him senseless seems like a good idea to me. Do you know what you want to get him for it?"
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Date: 2020-10-19 05:02 am (UTC)"The problem is, I promised to let him help make the cake. But, then again, that's not really a problem... because we'll know where he'll be. He'll never see it coming."
There's a wicked glint in Max's eyes. He's having a great time cooking up this evil plot already.
"Oh yeah, I know just what I want to get him. He had a lot of fun the first time I used a vibrator on him. I'm thinking of getting him a really nice vibrating plug. Maybe one with a wireless remote. That was pretty damn fun before with you."
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Date: 2020-10-19 03:32 pm (UTC)The combination of the idea of Max's gift, and his two reasonings for giving it has Rowan biting their lip to half smother a low moan. Normally they wouldn't react so audibly to just a comment, but on top of everything it's too much, and while they normally don't try to hide noises while fucking the combination of conversation and the prep work confuses them enough to try this time. "Fuck, Max, that's hot." They pull their hand away, wipe it off, and then catches his wrist to stop him. Time to see how long they last together.
"I'd love to watch you prepare him for me with one. And then maybe we could leave it in him and play with one another for a bit while he has to watch?" They suggest with dark eyes, offering Max the wash cloth as well. "Do you want me facing you or the desk?"
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Date: 2020-10-20 05:02 am (UTC)Oh but he loves to hear them moan like that, and it's somehow even sexier when they try to cover for it.
"High compliment coming from you. So, we'll definitely write that one down."
Good thing they stopped him because he was getting tempted by those noises. He grins, taking the cloth.
"I love the way your mind works. Yeah, I'm thinking we tie him up before we give him a show, so he won't be tempted to help himself out and ruin the fun too soon."
He finishes cleaning his hand and sets the cloth aside. "Why don't you face away so we can both see the desk... and pretend like we are working."
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Date: 2020-10-20 06:08 am (UTC)Sliding off the desk once more, they turn to take their seat, reaching between them to hold Max's erection into place. It feels them up as tightly as they remember, making them feel achingly full in a way that has them moaning as they slowly slide into place in Max's lap. "Fuck, Max." They murmur as they finally hit his lap, breath a little ragged, as they reach down between them to feel the way they're stretched around the man between their legs. "Fuck, that's so hot."
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Date: 2020-10-22 04:27 am (UTC)Between that and the nip to his lip, Max has no confidence in his ability to focus on work at all. But he also has zero regrets. None.
"Oh, Rowan," he moans softly against their neck while they lower themselves onto him. "Oh! Oh my god..." He's breathless by the time they are fully settled.
"Fuck, you're so tight on me. I can feel every little movement. Oh, god, you're incredible." And he does not see himself lasting long. Lube or no lube. "Every time you shift it's amazing."
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Date: 2020-10-22 05:48 am (UTC)"I feel like you're moving every time I fucking breathe." They agree, moving their hand from between them to look for Max's hand, needing to hold onto him. Even that movement has them shifting enough to gasp, as they shift around Max's heat.
They bring his hand back to rest on their thigh, their own hand on top, and take a couple of deep breaths, trying to slow themself - not that it helps. "Okay, so. Um. Cake, teasing, eating cake, fucking Lucas senseless? Oh - we should give him his presents while the cake's in the oven. I've asked for his phone back, so that first, and then yours, and then even if we don't get to teasing him properly it'll be sitting out and he'll be thinking about it." The thought has them shifting automatically as heat spikes between their legs - and then moaning as that moves them around Max.
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Date: 2020-10-23 04:06 pm (UTC)"This is both the best and the worst idea I've ever had..." Breathe. Oh fuck, breathe! He grips onto Rowan's hand like a lifeline while he fights the current of his own need. His fingers dig into their thigh. He closes his eyes and centers himself. Breathe in. Breathe out.
"Cake and presents first," he agrees, voice thick with lust, "or we're likely to get too distracted to remember."
He nuzzles his face against the back of their head. "His phone will be good. He'll love sharing his pictures with us. I'll love seeing them, and that giddy look he gets in his eyes when he talks about his car."
He almost has himself calm again then Rowan goes and mentions Max's intended gift. Between that and Rowan's moaning, he's back to being a trembling mess.
"We'll all be thinking about it..."
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Date: 2020-10-23 05:28 pm (UTC)They're so sensitive, that just Max's breath on the back of their neck has them shivering, their hand gripping onto his as they try to focus as well. "After this, dealing with that thought'll be a piece of piss." They say, firmly. "Anyway, by the time he's done showing us all his pictures, it won't be too long.
I wasn't kidding about bringing the cuffs, by the way. I have some already. I'll have to get a strap on, though." And the thought has them clenching around Max with another little noise. "Do you know when he's working?"
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Date: 2020-10-26 12:56 am (UTC)"I hoped you weren't," Max answered about the cuffs. "Mmm, if I'd know that I would have had you use them on me by now." His cock twitches again at the thought.
This is so good. Every single little move Rowan makes no matter how small is sending electric shocks of pleasure up his spine. But that clenching OH FUCK. He whimpers and hunches over Rowan's back.
"G-god." Focus Max. Oh Christ. "Y-yeah, I can get his schedule since it's in the same place mine hangs. He'll never s-suspect."
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Date: 2020-10-26 03:26 pm (UTC)What were they talking about? Rowan's breath is coming in short pants, their knuckles white where their fists are clenched trying to maintain control. Right - schedules. "Give me yours too. So I can cross reference." Rowan says, but the thought of showing up when both of them are working and the things that they might be able to do to one another doesn't help them at all. They're not sure how much more of this they can take. "Anything else we need? I've got a-ah, a voucher."
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Date: 2020-10-27 04:28 am (UTC)Not to mention the squeezing. He feels a mighty throb just as they half-roll their hips. Christ, what if he comes without Rowan even properly riding him? What if he comes just from this? They've ruined him. Soon he'll be able to climax from anything.
"Sure...let me just..." he leans forward to grab a pen and immediately whimpers from the jolt of pleasure that movement causes.
"U-uh, I..." come on, you can do this. "Some... ropes? Lucas likes those. A-and...fuck, I'm having a real hard time putting two thoughts together but... m-maybe something special to wear?" Rowan already looks great in those stockings, but should he get something special like that too?
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Date: 2020-10-27 01:27 pm (UTC)Dimly, they're aware of Max talking, and they force themself to listen. But the idea of Max dressed up for them comes to mind, and their breath hitches again. "You should. Wear something special, I mean." Another thought crosses their mind. "Or birthday suits for all of us?" Actual planning is starting to get incredibly hard. How can they think about what they're going to do to Lucas when Max is right here, hard inside them?
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Date: 2020-10-29 05:08 pm (UTC)"God. I don't know how much more of this I can... it's taking all my willpower right now not to start rocking my hips..." He can't even hold a pen correctly. Was he supposed to be writing something down?
"Fuck. Fuck it. I need you to fuck me right now or I'm not going to be able to see straight soon."
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Date: 2020-10-29 05:27 pm (UTC)But with his permission they can finally roll their hips properly, though the motion has them throwing back their head and crying out. "Oh god, Max!" The movement's stilted, though, and they have to shift into a better position, shifting their legs to give them the right purchase. And of course, that has Max moving inside them again, their body clenching around him as they find a more comfortable position.
"God, your cock feels amazing!" They praise, as they slide along it, trying to hold back at least somewhat to start, rather than going straight into pounding down on him, as much as they want that. "Fuck, Max, it feels like you're filling up every part of me!"
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Date: 2020-10-30 06:24 pm (UTC)"It almost feels like we aren't even two separate people anymore," Max remarks in a voice weighed down by lust, "every move you make radiates through me. Even when you talk I feel it." Or moan! It can't just be his imagination how those vibrations travel into him.
Every time they clench around him, it steals a gasp between his parted lips. He's throbbing at the edge of climax already. This teasing has him barely clinging on.
"Rowan..." he says in a shaky warning tone, "I'm really not going to last long like this. You feel too good."
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