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Rowan’s eyes track the movement, wide and uncertain.

“I’ve been tested, mouse,” I murmur, the words low between us. “I want to feel every inch of your skin on mine while I break you in.”

His lips part, his breath hitching hard enough that I hear it. “Shut up, Ciaran.”

“Mouthy. I like it.” I pour the oil into my palm and reach between us. My thumb strokes slowly across the inside of his wrist. “You know this is going to stay with you, right? After tonight, nobody else is ever going to compare.”

Rowan inhales sharply. “You really believe that, don’t you?”

“I do.” I lean in until our noses brush. “My promise to you, baby.”

His fingers twitch against the sheets beneath him. “I’m trying very hard not to think about the fact that you’re about to—” He cuts himself off, breath unsteady. “Good Light.”

Something warm and almost vicious curls through me. Because Rowan looks less fearless and more nervous above me, and somehow that vulnerability only makes me want him more.

“Damn it. You’re trouble.”

Sliding my hand from his wrist to his throat, I squeeze. Not enough to hurt, but enough to hold him there, my thumb pressing against the frantic jump of his pulse. His breath catches when I tilt his head back.

“And I’m going to make you feel so damn good you won’t have to think about any of this anymore.” I lean closer until our mouths almost touch. “By the time I’m done, the only thing you’ll be able to scream is my name.”

Rowan looks down at me a beat too long, lashes lowering as he swallows hard. “I just… will it hurt?”

“It won’t when you relax. Can you do that for me?”

Not waiting for his answer, I squeeze more lube onto my hand and guide Rowan higher on my hips, carefully rubbing it over him. The cold gel warms beneath my touch. Rowan opens for me a little wider where he straddles me, his body already yielding beneath my hands.

“Tell me if you need me to slow down,” I command. My voice is barely holding on to some semblance of normalcy, my cock hot and heavy between us, twitching with the need to finally slide home.

“You won’t... you won’t need to,” he whispers.

I ease my middle finger into him and exhale a sharp breath. He hitches, his body tightening around my hand. I stop, my finger buried to the knuckle, watching the way his breath comes in shallow, panicked gasps.

“Have you never even fingered yourself?” I murmur, my eyes locked on his. “Never been curious how it feels to have something inside you?”

“N-no,” he stammers, shaking his head. “Never.”

“Relax, baby. Come on.” I reach for the bottle again, adding more lube, then lean down to spit directly into my palm. I mix the slick mess together and work it over his skin, my touch relentless. “Relax for me. That’s a good boy.”

I begin to move again, sliding my finger deeper as his body finally begins to accept the intrusion. My mouth actually salivates at the contact. I thought this would feel more complicated, but it’s as natural, as dizzying, as that first kiss.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” I thrust my finger slowly, mapping out his virgin hole. I don’t give him a choice but to take more when I ease a second finger in beside the first, stretching him until a broken sound slips out of him. “Does it feel good?”

Rowan shakes his head, breath catching. “It feels... weird.”

I slow my hand instinctively, brushing my thumb across his hip.

Then another sound slips from him, softer this time, his body loosening around my fingers little by little.

“Better,” he moans, his fingers digging into the sheets as his eyes glass over with a dazed wonder. “Hmm, I didn’t know... I didn’t know it could feel like this.”

“It’s only going to get better,” I murmur as I press another finger deeper inside him. I wait for the tight pull of his body to adjust around the stretch. “This is only for me, mouse. That look on your face?” I lean up until our mouths almost touch. “Fucking precious.”

He doesn’t answer. He can’t. His head falls back, his throat exposed in a long pale line as I begin to move. I start with a slow, rhythmic draw, then drive deeper, working him open little by little. He clamps around me, his abs tightening beneath my palm as he shudders above me.

His spine jerks upright. I watch the dazed shock of a new kind of pleasure spread through him, his cock getting so hard it looks painful.

Using my free hand, I squeeze more lube into my palm and wrap it around Rowan’s cock from base to tip.