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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.

"You know it's pretty tempting. I could be your sexy prisoner, stay captured in your arms for a whole day like this." The idea is tempting enough he might even ask for a day off work so they could do just that, stay in bed, and learn every inch of each other.

"I enjoy my time with you so much, but I couldn't bear to disappoint my other loves." Even so, he does hate sleeping alone. He should make it a point to seek them out more often for cuddles.

"Mmmmm," his head tips back when they start to rock against him. That plan will work. Already his chest is much less tight, and his fists loosen their grip on the sheets. "Mmm yes..."

Okay, never mind the mess between them, this is apparently the way to go. Rowan rolls their hips the same way that they do when they ride Max, sliding their stomach, slick with his come over the cock between them. At the same time, their fingers trail along the inside of his arm, wondering if the soft skin in the crook of his elbow will elicit the same kind of response as that behind his knee.

"Just as well I'm happy to share." They murmur against his collar bone, nipping down there, and then parting their lips to suckle, leaving a mark. "But right now, you're mine to look after." They add, just a touch possessively, kissing the mark, glancing at Max, and then reaching to finally fasten the collar.

The skin at the inside of his wrist all the way up to his elbow is indeed sensitive, especially when he's already in such a state of arousal. A low throaty groan rumbles in his chest just from that light touch.

And the roll of their hips against him is already warming him up for round two, slowly bringing him back to life against their slick belly. That's aided by the way those nips to his collarbone make him squirm and writhe.

"Yessss," he hisses, "I'm yours. Oh please yes..."

There's a small hitch of breath when they do finally fasten the collar, but he's far too distracted by all these other sensations. He barely tenses at all, unless the spasming of his hips count.

A small whimper of need passes Rowan's owns lips as they rut up against him, caught up in the feel of the man beneath them. Hearing him answer their possessiveness doesn't help, and the urge to claim Max properly fills them but - no. They have no right to do that, and besides, they're not sure how he'd take it.

But they can worship this body under them, give Max the attention he deserves. They kiss the mark again, and then reach up to kiss his lips briefly. As they do so, they adjust their position, shifting over his hips so they can sit down there, sliding their cunt over his hardening cock. Straightening up, they slide their hand over their own belly and chest, collecting some of the cum there on a finger. "Look what a mess you've made of us, love." They lick it off, making a show of it, pink tongue curling around a pale finger, eyes fixed on Max. "I guess I'll have to clean up before I can worship you like what you deserve."

Max stares up at them with lips parted in an expression of heated wonder. He's transfixed. Watching them take his seed into their mouth like that has flames licking at his very core.

"M-more where that comes from." He wanted that to sound sultry but it just comes out as a needy whimper.

"Oh god, I'll give it all to you." His hips grind up into them, his erection roaring back to life between their outer folds.

Gasping, Rowan grinds against the cock beneath them, closing their eyes for a moment as their breath hitches. It'd be so easy to rut against him until they come as well, their body already feeling tight. But no, they need to focus on Max, on his pleasure.

"I want all of it." They murmur, voice low as they drop their hands to Max's sides, sliding them up with their thumbs framing his body and the mess there, blatantly admiring him. "Fuck, Max, you make me so greedy. I won't never have had enough of you."

And with a last roll of their hips, they lean down to start lapping up Max's cum from his chest, taking their time, filling the air with soft murmurs of enjoyment as they trail their tongue over his body.

"That makes two of us. I'll never stop craving you."

His breath catches in his throat when he feels their tongue lapping at him. His dark eyes burn hot as embers watching them lick him clean. And better yet, the noises they make doing it. He joins in with soft murmurs of his own while he squirms beneath them.

"Fuck," comes his husky whisper..."I'm already so hard again. Mmmm. I feel so good. You feel so good." He ruts against them, sliding his swollen cock between their lips insistently.

"I want you to take me. Please? Hold me by the collar and take me."

"I can tell." Rowan purrs, rolling their hips, a keen slipping past their lips as they rub against him again. God, Max so badly, his suggestion makes them feel lightheaded with need, their body clenching at the thought.

"But since you ask so nicely." They lean over and kiss him, just quickly, then dismount to reach under the bed for their basket. It's not the most elegant move they've ever made, and if they'd thought ahead they might have gotten some lube out earlier, but they'd planned to let him come in their mouth again. Still, how can they refuse a request like that?

Surfacing with the first lube that comes to hand, they straddle him again, teasing the head of his cock with their entrance while they squirt lube onto their fingers. "Let's put you where you belong, shall we?" They murmur, as they reach down to start preparing themself for him, kneeling up so he can watch their fingers scissoring their own entrance.

Max doesn't mind the wait, not with the knowledge of what his patience will gain him. He lays there a trembling mess, barely containing his need for them. At the same time, he feels no need at all to control the flow of what's being done beyond a little begging and squirming. He's in their hands and at their mercy and it feels good.

"Yes," he nods fervently.

Fresh splotches of red form in his cheeks while he watches them prepare. His eyes are glued to the way they scissor their fingers and spread themselves. He still can't believe it sometimes, how fucking lucky he is.

With their cunt opened up, Rowan uses the rest of the lube on Max's cock, stroking up and down the length twice to get him slick as well. Then, since they're both a mess anyway, they wipe the rest off on their own leg, cleaning up their hand to take a hold of Max's collar. They curl their fingers around the leather, pulling it tight, but spacing their fingers so that his windpipe is between them, making sure it won't pull against it. They want him to feel held, not choked.

"You're such a good boy." They purr, as they slide their now slick entrance against his cock again, shivering with need themself, but still teasing. "Look at how fucking hard you are, just for me. All ready for me to fuck you." And with that, they line themself up, letting the head of Max's cock slip inside them. But despite their desperate groan, they don't sit down further, but instead start fucking themself with just the tip, letting it slip in and out of them, their other hand holding the base firmly to keep it in place.

Their praise fills him with sweet heat. The collar pulled tight doesn't chafe him. He concentrates on the feeling of it, willing himself to remember this and remember the pleasure he's feeling at the same time. It's good. All of it's good. And he's good.

"All for you," he echoes. His cock twitches against their slick entrance. "You make me feel so goo-Oh!" a soft mewling cry slips out when his cock slides into them.

He trembles and squirms under them as they fuck just his tip. His head is throbbing from the pleasure of it. He can't believe this is almost better than them taking him deep. They just keep teasing his most sensitive spot over and over.

"Oh!" he cries, "God! I-I love this! Oh, Rowan! Yes!"

"Fuck, Max..." Rowan groans desperately at Max's response, shivering over him. Their legs are quivering from the awkward position, and their stomach muscles clenched tight, but his response is too good not to. But his response is too good not to continue, and they try to speed up, gasping for breath as it's driven from their body each time they impale themself on him.

They're not strong enough to keep it up for long, and it takes too much concentration for them to come themself, but it's driving them wild nonetheless. Rowan just hopes they can bring Max to completion quickly, because each thrust is teasing them more and more, and they don't know how much more they can take. "So good, Max, you're so good!" They grunt, between breaths. "All mine!"

His breaths are coming in shorter and shorter gasps. They have him so worked up already. He just popped and yet he's already this close? God, yes. But he can start to feel the tremble in their legs, and he can only imagine how hard a maneuver like this is. He's worried he won't get there fast enough.

Don't be too stubborn he tells himself. Let it go. He's helped along by their words.

"All yours!" he cries, his hips spasm against the bed, that tell that heralds his release. Yes! It's building!

They slide down his tip one last time and that finally does him in. He moans deep and long while the orgasm rolls through him, arching his back off the bed. Just like he promised, he gives all his cum to Rowan in two hard pulses. Then he flops back, limp and panting for air.

"Oh...fuck..." he whimpers. Now he really feels wrung dry.

He wants to reach up and maybe help Rowan out too, but all of him feels so heavy right now.

Throwing their head back, Rowan cries out as Max offers himself up, and then quivers underneath them. They can tell he's close, they just need to work their aching legs a little longer.

Max's thrust pushes him up deeper inside them, causing Rowan to gasp again, as he starts to fill them up. "Oh, fuck, Max, oh!" Giving into their aching legs, they collapse down over him, mewling as he fills them out completely. With the hand that was on his cock they reach between them, collecting some of the mess of cum and lube from around their entrance on their fingertips, and circling their clit with it. It doesn't take much - a few rolls of their hips as they ride Max's softening cock, and some eager strokes, and they follow him.

"Max!" Instinctively they clutch to his collar as they come too, riding it out with a few last strokes of their clit. And then they too collapse, falling over Max's chest limply, panting heavily against his collar, body still pulsing slowly around him. They're both a mess and worn out, but it was so worth it. Hopefully now Max will start to build some very positive memories around wearing a collar.

Chest heaving, he drinks in the sight of them finishing off on top of him like a thirsty man finding water in the desert. If he could just memorize every moment of that and play it back for himself, he'd never get tired of it. Their hand on the collar only adds to the experience, creating just the kind of good association he's hoping for. A connection between them in two places.

When Rowan collapses over him, he sighs contentedly against their flushed skin. Those slow pulses make him shiver but he's not quite recovered enough for it to be more than a pleasant sensation.

"Thank you," he whispers. "Do you think... it would be okay if I took a little nap with this still on?" He wants to really capture this feeling of safety he's experiencing. If he can take it with him into complete relaxation, maybe it will stick even more.

“‘Course.” Rowan’s breathing is slowly returning to normal, but they have to wait a moment before continuing. “Give me a minute and I’ll clean up. So we don’t wake gross.”

They lie heavily over him, sore, but so satisfied, fingers still curled into Max’s collar. It’d be so easy to fall asleep like this, still joined together, and as they start to recover, despite their words, they start to drift off. Their breathing evens out, chest slowly rising and falling, and their eyelids grow heavy. “You’re wonderful, Max.” They murmur, sleepily.

His hand comes up to stroke their back gently. He knows he should let them get up but... he doesn't want to. He doesn't care if they wake up gross. This closeness is too satisfying. So, he keeps stroking, tempting them closer to sleep.

"You're even better," he soothes. "I feel so good right here with you. Stay. Please."

It doesn’t take much. Something in the back of Rowan’s mind complains about after care, but it’s too late. Max’s gentle hands and warm body under them are enough to lull them closer into sleep. They feel safe in his arms, feel like they’re in the place they’re meant to be. “I’ll stay.” They promise, before slipping into sleep, still clutching to his collar.

Once he's sure he's gotten his way, he settles in with his arm draped over them. His eyes close. And he's out before he even has time to think twice.

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