“I could honestly cum from just that if you’d just keep going a bit longer—”
And of course, Rowan immediately backed off. I sucked a breath in through my teeth.
“Fuuuck!”I cried. “I can’t— Please.”
Rowan laughed, his voice taking on that deep gravelly tone I adored. “Alright, I think you’ve waited long enough. You’ve done well to last as long as you have.”
“You think?!”
He laughed again, deeper this time, and shuffled until he was sitting between my legs.
“Have you got any lube?” he asked.
I nodded, jerking my head towards my drawer, not trusting myself to speak. Rowan leant over me, rifled through the various knick-knacks I had stored in there until he found the tube he was looking for. He sat back and squeezed a generous amount onto his palm, whilst I watched him curiously.
Back between my legs, he coated his own cock in the lube before reaching out and doing the same to mine. I nearly jumped off the bed, pleasure ripping through me. Rowan shuffled closer still, pushing my legs further apart until he could get close enough to bring our cocks together. He ran a lubed hand over them both, and we groaned in unison.
“This isn’t going to last long,” I warned him.
“Then I’d better catch up.”
Just as I’d begun to grow tense, feeling the climax I so desperately needed edging closer, Rowan let my cock slip from his hand. I didn’t have it in me to complain, as I watched him stroking himself. Every now and then, Rowan would slip his unoccupied hand up and down my length, keeping me teetering painfully close to my end as he worked towards his own.
My anticipation grew as I began to recognise the signs of impending climax in Rowan’s body. His chest heaved, breathless, yet those he did take were ragged. A fine sheen of sweat coated his brow, and that delicious expression was back on his face.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” he grunted.
“Yes,” I moaned, lifting my hips eagerly and screwing my eyes closed as Rowan took my cock back into his hand, pressed tightly against his own.
“Ah, Max, fuck,”Rowan growled. I felt his climax as if it had been my own, as his cock pulsed against mine and he coated my stomach. It was too much to bear.
A strangled moan escaped me as Rowan finally pushed my body over the edge. My whole body shuddered violently, tensing as I came all over myself. Tied up as I was, I was helpless but to lie there and accept my fate as hot cum splashed up my chest. My vision tunnelled as I fought for breath, every muscle in my body twitching and jerking. I felt Rowan release his hold on my cock and ease himself away a little with a soft laugh.
“Look at the state of you.”
“Shut up,” I groaned, still shaking. Gradually I began to relax, a heady euphoria overcoming me.
“God, I needed that.” Rowan cleared his throat. “Looks like you did too.”
I finally opened my eyes. I glanced down at my chest and wrinkled my nose. “Oh, man… Again?”
Rowan laughed. “Shower?”
“Fuck, yes.”
He got to his feet, hunting around the bedroom floor for his boxers before quickly stepping into them.
I coughed, drawing Rowan’s attention to me. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” At his blank expression, I nodded my head back towards my still bound wrists.
“Oh, yeah.” Rowan smirked and got back onto the bed, walking on his knees to untie me. I sighed with relief as the tight material was finally pulled free and I flexed my hands. My wrists were bright red and covered in deep grooves where I had pulled against the hold of the tie.
“Let’s hope they fade, hm?” I grinned. “Might take some explaining.”
“Just a little.” Rowan pulled three tissues from the box beside my bed and dropped them onto the sticky mess that was rapidly cooling on my torso. I wiped the worst off, dropping the soiled tissues into the bin before stepping back into my boxers.
We both padded through the dark, quiet flat to the bathroom. Rowan fiddled with the shower whilst I grabbed fresh towels from the cupboard and hung them on the rail. Rowan stepped into the shower and held his hand out for me to join him.
“I’ll let you wash first, seeing as you took the brunt of the mess.”
