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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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