"I want to be inside you when you come." Lucian said then reached for his discarded pants and pulled out the small bottle of lube they had started keeping there.
Rowan watched with heavy-lidded eyes as Lucian coated his fingers, then gasped when Lucian pressed one finger inside him.
"Still a little open from this morning," Lucian said with a wicked grin, working his finger in and out slowly. "But I want to make sure you're ready."
He added a second finger, scissoring gently, and Rowan moaned at the stretch.
"More," Rowan demanded, his hips rolling down onto Lucian's fingers. "I can take it."
Lucian added a third finger, curling them just right to brush against Rowan's prostate.
Rowan's back arched off the couch with a shout, his cock jerking and leaking precum onto his stomach.
"There," Rowan gasped. "Right there, don't stop-"
But Lucian did stop, pulling his fingers out and ignoring Rowan's sound of protest.
