Rowan moved slowly and tentatively at first, falling into a gentle rhythm while he pressed down on Wren's chest with his palms to steady himself. He felt blissfully full and slightly uncomfortable, but if he'd learned anything during the time he'd been with Wren, it was that sometimes discomfort could be a good thing.
And this time it definitely was a good thing.
As he closed his eyes and lost himself to the sensation of having Wren inside him, the rocking motion of his hips became bigger. The more he moved, the better it felt, and soon the discomfort transformed into a familiar urgency that made him lose sense of everything but the bliss that awaited him.
When Wren groaned, Rowan opened his eyes. Wren's hands hovered just over his hips, and Rowan realized he'd been resisting grabbing on to him.
