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"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.

"We'll all be thinking about it..."

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."

It's too much for Rowan; the teasing build up, Max filling them up like this, his strong hands on their hips and the way they're utterly exposed to him. Each movement has him sliding against their body stretched so tight around him in a way that has them hyper aware of him inside them. And the idea of joining up with Max, of being a part of him makes their heart ache as much as their body.

"Please, Max, please!" They beg, picking up speed. "Please, I want to feel you fill me up before I come!" And they're not going to last long either, but they can't hold back now, riding him eagerly. Their hips roll under Max's hands with each thrust of their body, and they throw their head back, moaning wantonly as they grow closer to their own orgasm.

He whimpers against the back of their neck, shuddering from another roll of pleasure down his spine.

"You're getting...ah...really, mmm, good at making me come on command," he just manages to gasp out that one-liner before...

"H-ah!"

His hands grip their hips with white-knuckle strength while his own body arches up nearly bending backward over the chair. This orgasm builds slow, like a tidal wave drawing back into the sea, only to come crashing in hard and fast, stealing the air from his lungs so that his cry turns into a rasping silent scream.

But it will be no mystery to Rowan what he's feeling as his dick pulses inside their tight heat, filling them up just like they ask. Until he's so spent he collapses forward against their shoulder, panting for breath.

"Oh, Max!" His cock hits the back of their cunt, pushed up even deeper into him by his grip and the arch of his body. If Rowan thought they felt full before, as Max starts to fill them up they ache in a way that might be painful if they weren't so impossibly turned on. They cry out as his cock pulses inside them, and then again as their own orgasm over takes them.

Their body pulses around him, milking the last of his cum out of him, and then they too fall back against him, chest heaving. Weakly, they find his hands, and move them to wrap around them, their own hands resting over his. "Only 'cos you can make me come so easy yourself." They manage a delayed reply. "When you come, I feel like I could just from watching, getting to feel it too... it's amazing."

It feels like it goes on for hours. With them pulsing around him like that, it drags the orgasm out until he doesn't have a drop left to give. One second could have been an eternity.

Now, he holds them to his thrumming chest, enjoying the closeness while his heart flutters against his ribcage.

"I second that. It is amazing. So are you." His hands squeeze them in tighter to him. He plants a kiss on the back of their head. "I really like this. Trying to hold off just made it feel stronger when it happened. I always knew I couldn't resist you. But it adds a little spice to try."

Closing their eyes, Rowan leans back against Max. It feels so good to have someone they love and trust against them like this, protective and possessive and as close as they can be together. “Mm. Don’t reckon I have the patience for it every time, but it was definitely worth it!” They agree.

“I swear, I could feel you moving whenever we was breathing.” They murmur, body still humming with pleasure. “The way you stretch me out...” And if it does ache later, it’ll just be a reminder of what they were up to. “Not so good for planning, though.” They add, with a chuckle, turning enough that they can kiss Max’s shoulder.

"God, no," Max laughs, his breath ruffling their hair. "I might die from pressure buildup if we did that too often."

Sitting like this with his soft member still captured inside of them, he feels both possessive and possessed at once. The thought you are mine and I am yours drifts to the forefront of his mind. He leaves it unspoken except for how he still clings so hard to them.

"I love feeling you stretched tight over me. You feel so good every time."

He laughs again, his shoulders bouncing up into their kiss. "Yeah. I think we both knew we weren't going to actually get any planning done until we blew off some steam."

“We got all the time in the world in this place. Except for work. But my my reckoning this is always a good use of time.” They lean back further, so they can kiss Max’s jaw, glancing up at him from the awkward angle.

But they’re thinking, and their hand squeezes Max’s. “You know what we was talking about before about you fitting and all that?” They ask, cautiously. “Someone offered to help me out. Fix it up so I’d have a cis vag. Or pretty close to one, anyway, I don’t want all the baby making parts.” They don’t need that paranoia, thank you very much. “But obviously it’d change how we have sex. Only for the better, I think, but it wouldn’t be this tight no more.”

He cants his head so he can look down at them, sensing, even before they speak it aloud, that there's something serious on their mind.

"You found someone who can do that for you?" His smile is cautious but hopeful for them. "Rowan, that's wonderful. If... that's what you want?" It sounds like it is, but he wants to be sure.

"If you're asking whether I'd be disappointed, the answer is hell no." He squeezes them tight to him again. "And it shouldn't matter even if I was."

As if he'd have any right to tell them what to do with their body?

Rowan smiles, twisting as much as they can without lifting out of his lap, wanting to keep him inside them as long as possible. "It'd matter to me, at least a little bit. It's..." How do they phrase this? They should be good with words, but sometimes finding the right ones are hard. "It's not something that comes down to your yes or no, you don't get to decide for me. But us being intimate is important to me, and your enjoyment is important to me. So it'd be enough to have me thinking again.

I asked Lucas his opinion too, and that was before we was all official." It was a while back, really, but there's been so much happening in between and it's kind of awkward to bring up out of the blue. "But yeah, I found someone who can." They add, stroking Max's cheek and smiling at him. "And now I spoke to you too, I think I will. But I'll tell you before anything happens, 'course."

"Rowan..." he says their name softly, "You are what I love. Your personality, your wit. I'd love being intimate with you no matter what because I enjoy you for you. Whatever makes you happy is going to make me happy."

And he is happy for them. So happy. He translates that into a big bearhug and a kiss. He means this. He'll love them no matter what their body is like, but he'll also be happy for them to have to worry less about being prepared. Because he can tell, sometimes, that it does weigh on them. And, selfishly, it will mean less worry for him too.

"Rowan, I'm thrilled for you. It won't... it won't be painful for you to get done will it?"

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