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"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.

"As if you didn't already know how to reduce me to pieces."

A wanton moan bubbles up out of his throat when they take him in hand. He's not going to stand a chance against this, so they won't have to worry about maintaining the position for long.

"Oooh, Ooooh fuuuuck," his chest heaves, he can barely catch his breath. Any second now he's going to blow. It's that bite that sends him off. Oh, it's so good! He can feel it like a string of pleasure tied from his neck directly to his dick. It tugs hard.

"ROWAN! Oh FUCK!"

If it's a mess they want then wish granted. Hot seed gushes out of him in spurt after spurt while he writhes under them. He calls their name again, in a near panicked pitch. And then once more, but the sounds dies on his lips as he falls limp against the mattress.

"Goddamn..." a lazy smile plays on his lips while he stares off into the fuzzy distance in a daze. "You always make me come so hard."

Their name on Max's lips like that burns through Rowan like a fire, leaving their hips jerking needfully against him. But this isn't about them, it's about him, about undoing him to build him back up. It wouldn't take much though, and by the time Max is finished, they're shivering, a mess inside and out. "Max, fuck... You're so beautiful. I'll never get tired of watching you come like that."

They kiss over the bite, soothing it, and then his lips, soft and sweet. But they reach up with their other hand for the collar, bringing it to rest lightly on his shoulder. "Ready for this, sweetheart?" They ask, softly, pulling away enough to gently rub their nose on his, wanting to take advantage of his post-orgasm glow to slip it into place.

"Good..." he murmurs. He'd add more, about how he'd never get tired of it either, but stringing words together feels too hard. He hopes they'll get the message just by the loving way he smiles up at them. And by the way he coos softly at their kisses.

Ready for this, sweetheart?

Right. The collar. He nods and swallows hard. "Yes. I want it." His dark eyes focus on them, full of adoration and trust. He does want this. He wants Rowan to take his burdens just like this. He'll feel nothing but good in their hands. He knows it.

Leaning in, ignoring the mess between them, Rowan kisses him sweetly, not too over powering, but trying to distract him. At the same time, trying not to fumble too much, they draw the collar between them, gently feeding it around Max's neck.

With it just resting on his skin, they draw back to check on him, then shower his face in soft kisses. "You're amazing, love, you're doing so well. I've got you, I'm going to take care of you. Let me take care of everything." They coo, in between the soft touches, their body warm and protective over his. And slowly, unless Max responds too negatively, they'll bring the ends up together, but not fasten it yet. Just let it sit there, still loose, while they cover him in their love and affection.

The kisses and sweet words the whole way keep him relaxed, his body stays loose...right up until he feels the heavy texture of the leather looping his neck pulling closed. Then, despite it all, despite how relaxed and loved he feels, his muscles still tense. Just like last time.

He frowns, disappointed in himself. But he notices Rowan is looking and hurries to explain, "I'm okay. This is less of a reaction than last time. I just wish...it hadn't happened at all."

Rowan kisses Max, running their fingers gently through his hair. "No, love, you're doing so well. I've still got you. And you can't just throw reactions like this away, it takes time, and practice. And that's what we're here for, right? To practice and make you feel good."

They kiss him again to bring the point home, running their other hand over his side, his arm, gently running their fingers over tense muscles, trying to help him relax.

"I'm impatient," he whines. But his body is already starting to let go the tension again. It's working, and that does make him glad.

"I feel so accepted with you. I can rest in your hands."

All that Rowan wants to feel is that tension evaporating, so they continue, their hand continuing with their soft touches - nothing more than that for now. "Well, I know I ain't got no issue with trying again and again until you're more used to it." They offer, with a smirk and another kiss.

"I'd keep you in my bed all the time if you'd let me, and if it weren't so selfish to keep you to myself. We could spend all day just touching each other over and over again until we know each other's body as well as our own." As they speak, they rock their hips over Max's, watching his reaction still, but hoping that if they can get his blood to start flowing again, he might be able to relax a little quicker.

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