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"Everyone would win at the end of the day." Rowan chuckles, but then leans in to seal the deal with a soft kiss. They can't resist, not being this close. But the idea of Max and Lucas' sex life being open to them now warms both the pit of their stomach and their heart. Something about the intimacy of knowing that nothing's really a secret between them makes their heart beat faster.

"And for the record, nothing what we do has to be a secret to Lucas." They'd offer to let him know what goes on between themself and Lucas behind closed doors, but they feel like Lucas needs to decide on that for himself.

Leaning in, Rowan places a hand on Max's side and smiles up at him adoringly. "That aside, though, is there anything else I need to know, or you want to say before we play?"

"Good. I... really like the idea of getting to share. You know, it will be mostly me raving about how amazing you are anyway." Max feels it too. There's something powerful in knowing they are all three so connected, so intimately intertwined.

"Mmm," Max gives the question some serious thought. "Well, I guess I can warn you that my reaction the first time was to go pretty tense. It might happen again. But, I don't want to stop if does. Just...talk me through it. Okay?"

“I’ve told you before, and I’ll say it again, you can both share me anytime.” Rowan grins at Max cheekily. They’re pretty sure they’re going to get to have them both together again sometime in the future, given how much all three of them want it, it’s just a matter of when the fates align. But they’ll still remind both Max and Lucas in the meanwhile.

But Rowan’s expression turns serious when Max warns them and they touch their nose to his softly, trying to reassure him. “Okay, thanks for warning me. When it was put on, or...?” They ask, running their fingers through his lengthening hair gently. “If you want to continue, but need me to move to something else, you can tell me, or if that’s too much, say orange, okay?” It’s a combination of systems, but that shouldn’t be an issue as long as they both remember.

"Now that I'm, you know, back in the game. I swear I'll make it happen." Max is already dying for more of that sweet three-player action.

But, later. Focus on the now.

"Yeah, when it clipped on. It's like... I don't know, a sense memory. But the whole point of this is helping me make a new connection with it. So, I think it's just something I'll have to push through."

He nods. Yes, orange was the word he used with Lucas too when it happened. "I'll say orange if I need a minute to catch my breath, okay?"

Nodding, Rowan gently brushes a thumb over Max's ear, watching him. They don't like the idea of him having to push through anything, not for something as unnecessary as a bit of playing around in the bedroom, but they're willing to accept Max's choice in the matter.

"Do you need me to stop touching you if that happens, or can I still be close and comfort you?" They ask, fingers moving to stroke along his cheekbone, already taking on the soft touches that they'd automatically want to make if - when - it happens. Their response to distress is physical comfort, after all.

That soft touch to his ear gets a happy sigh. But there's still some melancholy in it. To him, this is more than just a bit of play. He doesn't know why this, exactly, is the stand he's decided to make. But, he wants to push through. He wants to reclaim this one thing for himself. He wants to prove that his programming can be changed. He can hold the keys to his own desires. If he can do this, then it will be the proof he can become more than just what his master dictates.

"No, don't stop touching me. It's the comfort I need. Reassure me that I'll be okay. Tell me I'm safe. I already know it's true, but it helps to hear it."

“I can do that.” Rowan promises, smiling at him, and then giving in. They shift over to take their place in his lap, wrapping their legs around his waist and running their hands over his chest. They run up his throat to rest, one on each side of his jaw, gently pulling him into a loving kiss.

“You are safe. I’m going to take care of you. Make you feel so good.” They reassure him with another, briefer kiss. “Anything you want, just say, if it’s more or less of something, or something else entirely, and if I can, I’ll do it for you. Communication, right?”

He relaxes into their hold, into their soothing words and soothing touch. He'd built up his courage the whole way over here, thinking what he'd say, nervous about how Rowan would react... Now he's ready to let go.

"Right," he murmurs between kisses. "Your touch always makes me feel so good."

His arms encircle them from behind, snaking up their back until his fingers slip into the back of their hair. But it's not a controlling touch, he's just lightly stroking. He's going to let them have the control this time, just like he asked for.

"I'll try to...keep talking? So you know where my head's at the whole time?" Communication is something he's vowed to work on. And he made a promise to Rowan that he'd never let them cross a line on his boundaries. He's determined to keep that promise.

"I do love hearing your voice." Rowan purrs, nuzzling into his cheek softly now, their hands shifting to lightly cup the back of Max's head, holding him. "But you don't have to talk the whole time." They nip down on his bottom lip, still soft and playful. "Other noises are good too. As long as you let me know how you're doing."

They pull themself away for long enough to look into his eyes, stroking the back of his head, but in a comforting way rather than a sexual one. "Ready to give yourself over to me?" They ask, no pressure in their tone, just soft sweetness. Giving him the final say before they dive in.

"You know you'll hear plenty of other stuff too," Max sighed, letting his eyes flutter to nearly closed and his head weigh heavy in their hands. Their teeth on his lip sends a surge of need throbbing low.

"Yes," Oh, yes. He was ready to let go. His hands dropped down, to lay passively on Rowan's thighs. "I'm ready."

Rowan’s sad when Max’s hands drop away, but they don’t fight him, letting him rest them there. They keep their spot in his lap, though, drawing him into a kiss, while their mind races, trying to figure out the best way to approach this. Turn him on first, they decide, then put the collar on, then slow down again. Okay.

They deepen the kiss, their fingers trailing back down his chest to the bottom of his shirt. They wiggle it free from his trousers to make a gap for his hands to slip under, pushing it up as they map out his chest. First things first, these clothes are going to have to go.

They break the kiss to move to his ear, grazing teeth lightly over the curve of it, and then murmuring alluringly into it: “I’m going to worship your body. Tell you exactly how hot you make me, all the things I want to do with you. How you make me feel.” They want their words to turn him on, give him time to anticipate what’s to come, but also warn him, give him time to tell them no. They free their hands to reach back to Max’s collar, tugging lightly on his tie before slipping their fingers under it to loosen it.

Their hand sliding up his chest drags a whimper from deep in his chest. The nip at his ear raises goosebumps on his arms and neck.

"Yes, please," he moans, "you can have all of me." His hands lift from their place on Rowan's thighs, to help unbutton his shirt while they loosen his tie.

"I crave your touch so much."

"Good." Once Max's tie is off, they undo his buttons, meeting his hands in the middle, and then kissing him as they slide their hands under the shirt, guiding it off his shoulders and helping him out of it.

"'Cos I'm going to claim all of you. Every little bit. So you can let go." They promise, when they break the kiss, touching their nose to his as their hands go down his chest again to his hips, undoing his flies. These need to go too.

"I want to. I want that..." he moans against them once they break the kiss.

"I want to give you the keys and tell you all the secret places that make me feel so good."

"No, don't tell me." Rowan's lips shift again, going to his ear and brushing over the curve of it. "I want to find them for myself. Learn how to undo you. And then do it again and again."

They nip their softly, breathe over the damp skin, but then pull away, out of his lap. They tug lightly on his trousers, and smile at him lovingly. "These can go. Then lie down for me?" They shift the collar and the bag, the collar to the pillows and the bag to the floor for now, then reach up to strip their shirts off in one go. Skin to skin is going to be best for this, keep the balance.

"Mmmm," shivers dance over his skin as they brush his ear. That's one way to undo him already. But there are others, and he wants them to be found.

"Think you can?" he asks playfully, "some are very well hidden."

Removing everything below the belt will certainly help. So, Max strips them away quickly and lies back to watch them. But he keeps one knee propped up. Almost like a hint.

Rowan pauses in wiggling out of their trousers and smirks at Max. "I dunno, but I'll enjoy looking. And hopefully you will too." At least they know feet are out, so that's one place left to look.

Once they're naked as well, they crawl back over to him, leaning over to kiss him, slow and deep, pressing down into him so they can be skin to skin. Soft fingers trail over his side and hip, along the thigh of that leg that's propped up, half taking the hint, but half just wanting to touch him all over.

"I know I'll enjoy it. A lot. I already am."

He nearly melts into the mattress at the kiss. He could bask forever in the feeling of them pressed against him. But a fun new sensation is starting to take precedence.

Their finger trails down his leg, leaving a line of goosebumps in its wake. "Oooh," a shiver tingles up his spine when their nail drags along his thigh, close to the side of his knee. So close...

"Getting warmer..."

That’s a good noise, and Rowan gets distracted from their plan for a moment to chase it further. They can’t quite reach, though, so they trail their lips over his neck, down to his collar and along the bone their as their fingers explore further. They trail over his thigh to the inside, tracing the lines of the muscle there with a pleased little hum.

“You’re so good to me, giving me a treat like you to enjoy.” They purr, as they chase that sound further, slowly drifting towards the under side of his knee.

He's squirming desperately, all of his body is aflame with how good their touch is.

"I'm good to you?" he laughs. "I think it's the other way arounndmmmm," his head tosses back with a sudden jolt. Their fingers are grazing the edge of that tender spot behind his knees now.

"Ah! Oh-OH! god!" he can't seem to pull enough air into his lungs. "Rowan! Please!"

Oh. Oh. That's a good response. Max's begging goes right through Rowan, their breath hitching. All they can think about is drawing more of those sweet sounds from his lips, about driving the man under them wild.

Their plan thrown out of the window, they ignore his plea for now, trailing their hand up his thigh, and then tugging his leg up with them as they move back up to kiss him. They press their body into his, trapping his cock between them, enjoying the warmth of it against them.

And then they trail their lips down to his neck and bite down over his throat at the same time and they trail their fingers back down to that sweet spot under his knee, grazing their nails lightly over it.

He's almost lost the ability to form words completely now, reduced to nothing but whimpers and moans as Rowan kisses and bites down his neck. His trapped cock begs for more. His hip buck and press into them, trying to relieve some of this desperate need. And when their nails graze the skin behind his knees, he lets out a low moan that resonates in his chest.

"Oh, y-yes! S-so good!"

Rowan has uncovered his weakness now. That patch of skin behind his knee has always been extremely sensitive. Long before he'd ever met Erik, he'd always felt this way. It used to embarrass him. This isn't a very common erogenous zone. But with Rowan, he feels no shame. They already know and accept every part of him and he wants them to have this too.

"R-right there...ah!"

Rowan's breath is hot and heavy against Max's neck. "God, Max, you sound amazing like this." They murmur, voice thick with need, as they circle their fingers around that spot under his knee again. "So hot and needy, ready to come for me."

Gently, they begin to rock their body, rutting against the cock trapped between them. They're not sure if the friction will be enough to undo Max completely, but they're ready to try rather than to move again. "I love that you're so sensitive. You going to cover us both from this, or do you need a little more help?" They'll have to find a way to free up a hand if that's the case, so for now, they'll just rake their nails lightly under his knee, and bite down on his neck, sucking a little in an attempt to leave a slight mark there.

"Do I?" he tries to sound teasing but he's far too breathless. "God... I love being touched there. No one ever does it."

His moans increase in volume with the movement of Rowan's body on him. He'd never have believed it before, that he could come just from this... but Rowan is making him a believer.

"You might...just get me..." he pants. "Go a little longer and see-ah, mm!" That bite on his neck has him back to moaning. "Mmmm do that harder! I might just blow...!"

Rowan shifts their weight, first onto their hip, and then onto their knees, balanced between Max's legs. "Yeah, well, you let on the secret now, so you're going to feel it more often." They promise, as they reach between them to wrap their hand around Max's cock. It's an awkward position for them, and they know they won't be able to keep it up for long, but it's absolutely worth it.

They don't hesitate, stroking the length firmly, familiar enough with Max's cock now that they can confidently touch him in a way he likes. Their fingers dance under his knee, teasingly light touches, followed by another gentle scrape. "Come for me, Max. Make a mess for me to clean up." They purr, then lean in and bite down over his pulse, this time hard enough to leave a mark. They wouldn't normally above the collar, but for Max... a part of them wants people to know they were here.

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