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!"
It's heaven! Rowan knows what they're doing, and at no point does the angle ever go wrong. It's just a great fuckin' ride. Even as he can feel the pressure coiling low in him, he keeps his fingers moving, spurred on by those joyous noises.
He's moaning right along with them, full-throated, "Oh! Oh YES! You feel so good!"
Spasms are starting to tighten his muscles in waves, the telltale twitches pulse in his dick, but he forces his hips to stay still -- let Rowan take the lead here.
"I really want to feel you cum around me," he whines. He's pretty sure they'd take him with them.
Normally Rowan uses the pleasure from watching their partner get off to set them off (with a hand to help along), so they can understand where Max is coming from. But for Max, they don't mind letting him get the show, especially when those fingers on their clit have done a good job to get them closer than normal, even on a second round. They shudder over the top of him, picking up the pace a touch. "Oh, fuck yes, Max!"
Reaching up, they paw at their own chest, groping the sensitive flesh of their pecs, letting that sensation combine with Max's hand and cock, and giving Max a bit of a show at the same time. They pinch their nipple, and then pull the other hand up to do the same to the other one, rolling them between their fingers and tugging lightly, as their cries become wordless, needy and desperate. Their movements become erratic, before, suddenly, they cry out, slamming back down on Max's dick and staying there as they come hard. They clench around him, both inside and outside, muscles pulsing as they shake, hands dropping to the bed to try and support them as their slight frame shakes with the waves of pleasure. "Fuck, Max... fucking cum for me, I want to feel you cum." They manage to beg, after cresting the initial wave, opening their eyes enough to take in the handsome man beneath them.
Max is all eyes on Rowan, that show will be replaying in his mind later too. He's also making some mental notes to tease Rowan's nipples a lot the next time. Because there are going to be a lot of next times after this if he can help it.
"A-ah! FUCK yeah!" He cries when Rowan slams down on him. It's so good Max is seeing pink stars behind closed eyelids.
Rowan's begging is the final drop that breaks the damn. That clenching already had him loaded and ready to explode. He goes off like a roman candle, howling so loud it threatens to shake the rafters. His back arches up as the pressure rushes out of him in wave after wave, until he finally sags under Rowan, a trembling mess limp muscle, so very, very satisfied.
"Holy shit Rowan," he manages to say between gasps for air, "that was hot as fuck."
Rowan mewls as Max comes inside them, trembling both from the struggle of holding themself up on limp muscles, and at the pleasure of seeing Max like that, completely undone beneath them. It's enough to set heat off inside them again; even though they're too exhausted for another round right now, they'll be thinking about this later, fingering themself as they think of the next time.
Once Max sags, Rowan finally gives into the arms that are barely holding them, collapsing onto him with a soft exhale of breath. "You're hot as fuck. 's what you deserve." Is all they can think to reply, as they lay over him, head resting on his shoulder as they breathe in deeply, skin tingling and sensitive from the after effects of their orgasm.
"Well, I don't know about deserve, but I'll take it."
He wraps his arms around Rowan when they collapse into him. It's a warm hug, because Max burns hot already. Add the dying fires of passion to that and he's practically a furnace.
His heart is still beating so fast, he can hear it in his ears making a sweet post coital music as it mingles with Rowan's breathing. The kind of music he could fall peacefully asleep to. He's got a few things to clean up first.
But not yet. He wants to stay like this holding Rowan just a little longer. He'll trail his fingernails lightly over their back, drawing lazy circles while he appreciates this wonderful afterglow. This feels so safe and right. He almost can't believe it's true.
"Definitely deserve it." Rowan replies immediately, although their tone is still soft. It's hard to be as insistent as they should be about something like that when they feel so limp and relaxed. They lay over Max heavily as their breathing slowly adjusts back to normal, even with his fingers trailing what feels like a burning path over their back. They should move to take more of their weight, or clear up somewhat, but they can't muster the energy, eyelids heavy.
Finally, they find the strength to lift one hand and curl it around Max's shoulder, lifting their head just enough to catch his gaze. "Will you stay?" They ask, hopefully.
Rowan whines softly, not wanting to move, but their back is now rapidly starting to cool, even with Max's hands over it. They close their eyes for a moment longer, before gathering the energy to haul themself off him, rolling free. They sigh, shivering slightly as the relatively cool air hits their skin, and then sit up enough to lean over Max again to kiss him softly and sweetly, fingers wandering blind back down to his crotch so they can free him from the condom.
Once it's off, they sit up properly, tying it off, pleased to see that for all of the ache that they're feeling, there's no blood, so it was just stretch. Good, that means they can enjoy it without worrying. They leave it on the nightstand, and then flop back down on the bed, ineffectively tugging at the blankets that they're lying on.
Max purrs happily in response to that kiss. Followed by a sigh of relief when they lift the condom away.
He's watching Rowan carefully, still with some lingering concerns of his own. He hopes, now that they are coming down from the pleasure, it won't turn into pain and regret. For now, it seems okay?
"You know," he chuckles, "It works better if you aren't laying on top of them. Let me."
If Rowan doesn't say something to stop him, he'll get to his knees so he has the leverage to scoop Rowan into his arms enough to lift the blankets out from under them. Then he'll settle them down on the bed again and drape the covers over them both.
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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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Date: 2020-08-19 02:59 am (UTC)It's heaven! Rowan knows what they're doing, and at no point does the angle ever go wrong. It's just a great fuckin' ride. Even as he can feel the pressure coiling low in him, he keeps his fingers moving, spurred on by those joyous noises.
He's moaning right along with them, full-throated, "Oh! Oh YES! You feel so good!"
Spasms are starting to tighten his muscles in waves, the telltale twitches pulse in his dick, but he forces his hips to stay still -- let Rowan take the lead here.
"I really want to feel you cum around me," he whines. He's pretty sure they'd take him with them.
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Date: 2020-08-19 05:04 am (UTC)Reaching up, they paw at their own chest, groping the sensitive flesh of their pecs, letting that sensation combine with Max's hand and cock, and giving Max a bit of a show at the same time. They pinch their nipple, and then pull the other hand up to do the same to the other one, rolling them between their fingers and tugging lightly, as their cries become wordless, needy and desperate. Their movements become erratic, before, suddenly, they cry out, slamming back down on Max's dick and staying there as they come hard. They clench around him, both inside and outside, muscles pulsing as they shake, hands dropping to the bed to try and support them as their slight frame shakes with the waves of pleasure. "Fuck, Max... fucking cum for me, I want to feel you cum." They manage to beg, after cresting the initial wave, opening their eyes enough to take in the handsome man beneath them.
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Date: 2020-08-20 05:13 pm (UTC)"A-ah! FUCK yeah!" He cries when Rowan slams down on him. It's so good Max is seeing pink stars behind closed eyelids.
Rowan's begging is the final drop that breaks the damn. That clenching already had him loaded and ready to explode. He goes off like a roman candle, howling so loud it threatens to shake the rafters. His back arches up as the pressure rushes out of him in wave after wave, until he finally sags under Rowan, a trembling mess limp muscle, so very, very satisfied.
"Holy shit Rowan," he manages to say between gasps for air, "that was hot as fuck."
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Date: 2020-08-20 06:02 pm (UTC)Once Max sags, Rowan finally gives into the arms that are barely holding them, collapsing onto him with a soft exhale of breath. "You're hot as fuck. 's what you deserve." Is all they can think to reply, as they lay over him, head resting on his shoulder as they breathe in deeply, skin tingling and sensitive from the after effects of their orgasm.
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Date: 2020-08-20 10:02 pm (UTC)He wraps his arms around Rowan when they collapse into him. It's a warm hug, because Max burns hot already. Add the dying fires of passion to that and he's practically a furnace.
His heart is still beating so fast, he can hear it in his ears making a sweet post coital music as it mingles with Rowan's breathing. The kind of music he could fall peacefully asleep to. He's got a few things to clean up first.
But not yet. He wants to stay like this holding Rowan just a little longer. He'll trail his fingernails lightly over their back, drawing lazy circles while he appreciates this wonderful afterglow. This feels so safe and right. He almost can't believe it's true.
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Date: 2020-08-20 10:18 pm (UTC)Finally, they find the strength to lift one hand and curl it around Max's shoulder, lifting their head just enough to catch his gaze. "Will you stay?" They ask, hopefully.
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Date: 2020-08-21 02:52 am (UTC)"I'll stay." A gentle smile crinkles his eyes. "I'd really like that."
He lifts his head enough to look down at himself. The condom is starting to feel awkward and cold on his shrinking member.
"Should probably clean up before I get too comfortable."
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Date: 2020-08-21 06:47 am (UTC)Once it's off, they sit up properly, tying it off, pleased to see that for all of the ache that they're feeling, there's no blood, so it was just stretch. Good, that means they can enjoy it without worrying. They leave it on the nightstand, and then flop back down on the bed, ineffectively tugging at the blankets that they're lying on.
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Date: 2020-08-21 01:48 pm (UTC)He's watching Rowan carefully, still with some lingering concerns of his own. He hopes, now that they are coming down from the pleasure, it won't turn into pain and regret. For now, it seems okay?
"You know," he chuckles, "It works better if you aren't laying on top of them. Let me."
If Rowan doesn't say something to stop him, he'll get to his knees so he has the leverage to scoop Rowan into his arms enough to lift the blankets out from under them. Then he'll settle them down on the bed again and drape the covers over them both.
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