Dick Awards
Rowan Week day 7: Aelin admiring Rowan
Forgive me, readers, for I have sinned
Warnings: language, NSFW (very), accidental use of hallucinogens, 64 mentions of the male genitalia and a lot of male sexual objectification
Word count: 6,8k
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Thousands of likes. Rowan had joined this out of pity, and this fucking tweet had thousands of likes already.
RULES
- No minors allowed
- DM this account your dick pic
- To avoid scams, the picture must contain #DickAwards on handwriting. Can be in any way from body paint to holding a post-it note, but digital writing won’t be allowed.
“Did you submit your dick?” Aelin said from behind his ear.
Startled, Rowan jumped on his seat and choked on his breakfast. Trying to recompose himself, he asked, “What the fuck, Ace?”
She smirked. “I’m sorry, is Rowan Junior too sensitive for this topic?”
“We’re not talking about this.”
“About the Dick Awards, Rowan Junior, or Rowan Junior in Dick Awards?”
Rowan opened his mouth and closed again, shocked by her bluntness. “Neither!”
Damn Fenrys and his stupid Twitter contest. Rowan sent a picture of his cock just to protect his friend’s feelings in case the event flopped, but it quickly became the talk of the campus. Thankfully, Aelin had no idea Fenrys was the one behind Dick Awards, neither would she know who owned each dick. One small blessing, at least.
She sat on the table and started eating the breakfast he made her, but her face was still filled with mirth. “I think you’re in the contest.”
Rowan’s pulsed immediately picked up. “How would you know that?”
Aelin leaned back and crossed her arms, a triumphant smile on her face. “You’d tell me if you weren’t, but it’s easier for you to avoid the subject than to lie to me.”
His cheeks were probably red by now, but he didn’t balk. Rowan might not know how to lie to his roommate, but he was damn good at being stubborn. “We’re not talking about this, and I have ways to make sure of it.”
Still chewing, she raised an eyebrow in question.
It was his time to lean back in triumph now. “I did buy a lot of leafy vegetables that could go into your lunchbox—“
“You wouldn’t dare!” Aelin slapped both of her hands on the table, gaping, and Rowan did his best not to smile.
Turns his effort was fruitless. He smiled, hoping he didn’t look too silly, because Rowan could never hide how he felt about Aelin, his only luck lying on the fact that she never picked up on that. Her being a picky eater was just one of the many things he’d judge if it was any other person. But since it was Aelin, he even found that habit endearing.
Aelin looked at the watch they kept in the kitchen and sighed.
“Can you make those sandwiches with the cheese spread we ate last night?”
Rowan nodded, and she got up to hug him from behind while he was still sitting. “Thanks.”
It was almost time for her to go collect some herbs Dr. Valg requested for their research. It was common sense that Maeve was a shit professor, but her work at the Doranelle’s Center for Psychedelic Medicine was groundbreaking enough for everyone to put up with her.
Rowan sunk in his seat just by the thought of having to see Maeve on the weekend. He wouldn’t usually mind the extra work, but their professor didn’t help, neither did his almost empty bank account. They were broke like every student, but he and Aelin had a better situation than most from their program because his Uncle Ellys let them live in his old apartment practically for free.
His friends always teased him for not charging Aelin to live there, but Rowan didn’t mind it. And it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he wanted to give her every reason possible to stay right there with him.
~~
The students had a break room with a small fridge for themselves near the lab, and it was packed with Rowan’s own lunchboxes. The extra snacks were for when he and Aelin needed to stay longer than usual, which was pretty common, but he was well aware that Fenrys often stole their food. Not that his friend tried to keep it a secret, but Rowan refused to assume he was also cooking for Fenrys, of all people.
The sandwich Aelin requested wasn’t in the fridge because she wouldn’t like if it was cold. It was the first one Fenrys went for when he arrived.
Rowan slapped his hand. “That’s Aelin’s.”
Fenrys sat on the couch near him and sighed. “I want you to be in love with me so bad.” Rowan frowned, not that it’d stop Fenrys. “I mean, I’d get free rent, a free cook—“
“That’s enough—“
“You even have a great dick, not that she’s using that for anything—“
“That’s. Enough,” Rowan said through gritted teeth this time, his voice a lot more stern.
Fenrys’s eyes went wide. “Dude! You have a great shaft. Why are you embarrassed?”
“I’m not!” He pinched the bridge of his nose, thinking of the quickest way to change the subject in a way that wouldn’t encourage Fenrys to annoy him further.
His friend snickered and continued, “It’s about Aelin, then. Now you should be embarrassed. She’s been into you forever, man.”
Rowan sat on the couch too and sighed, knowing his friend would never let him be. About anything. “How could you even know that?”
“Because I know chicks. I know how they work.”
“No, you know how their vaginas work.”
“That too!” He winked. “I have many talents, Buzzard.”
Rowan narrowed his eyes. “Don’t call me that.”
Fenrys smirked, a smart remark on the tip of his tongue, when Rowan beat him to it.
“How’s Dick Awards?”
Just like that, Fenrys’ thoughts switched paths.
“It’s great, man! I was doing just one thing, like the Miss Doranelle of dicks, but now there’s so many people I need to divide them into categories.”
Rowan snorted. “Like the Oscars of dicks?”
“Exactly!” And then he snatched his phone to show the preparations for the contest. Rowan had to give it to him, that level of organization was very unusual for Fenrys, his friend was fully dedicated to Dick Awards.
“Us dudes need to hype each other’s dicks up, man. Like that sisterhood thing, but for bros.”
Rowan snorted. Fenrys probably gathered that from one of the times Aelin lectured him about feminism. At least he was listening.
“I don’t need my dick being hyped up by another guy.”
“You shouldn’t open Twitter tomorrow, then,” Fen said with a troublesome smirk.
He paled. He wasn’t expecting all that repercussion from the event. To have the whole campus commenting on his cock, even if they didn’t know it was his. Definitely not on his bucket list. But Rowan had already sent his pic and consented to this, so he wouldn’t balk. He knew Fenrys would understand if he backed away, but it wasn’t like Rowan to back out after everything was said and done.
He was lost in his thoughts while Fen showed him his preparations. Large Dicks, Dicks on Steroids, In the Shower, Dicks With a Costume. Fenrys showed him every category imaginable, which made him wonder which one Rowan was in. His picture was pretty standard if compared to some dudes who did costumes, body art or special lightning.
“Which category is that?” Rowan asked when he saw a few cocks that looked... interesting.
“Cute dicks.”
Rowan’s eyebrows went wide “Is that your idea of hyping guys up?”
“Don’t worry, man. I have great plans for your dick.”
“Why do you have plans for Rowan’s dick?”
The two of them jumped on their seats, startled by Aelin’s sudden appearance.
Rowan’s heartbeat was racing. Where the fuck did she come from?
None of them knew what to say, and Aelin soon gathered that this conversation wasn’t meant for her to hear. Weary, she came closer, her eyes trained on them, until she snatched her sandwich and left the room.
This whole situation was far too awkward for any of them to utter a word.
Fenrys snorted a beat after Aelin closed the door. “I’d pay good money to be in her head right now.”
Cursing, Rowan got up and went after her. He had no idea how to explain whatever she was thinking, or even if he had an explanation for that. But he was almost sure she got upset, so Rowan needed to do something about it. That was how he worked.
Aelin was sitting on the large table on the lab, unwrapping her sandwich. He approached her, still not knowing what to say, and cleared his throat.
“Fireheart, I’m—“
“You don’t need to explain, really,” she answered with a smile, but something about it was off.
Rowan carefully weighted his options. Biting the inside of his cheek, he was damn sure he didn’t want her to learn about his participation in Dick Awards. But on the other hand, he hated to see her upset, and he now had a feeling he knew why she was like this. They never kept secrets from each other. Except for that one thing, that is.
He sighed, his mind made up and knowing he was doomed either way. “You can ask.”
Aelin bit his lip and looked down for a little before asking, “Are you and Fenrys...?”
“What?” He asked wide-eyed and slowly shook his head, confused. “You know I’m not into guys.”
“You wouldn’t be the first to... discover yourself after Fenrys.”
Aelin gently bit her sandwich, and Rowan could cry at how adorable she looked with those furrowed eyebrows and flushed cheeks.
“We’re not together. It’s not a...” He took a deep breath, hoping his cheeks weren’t too red too. “It’s a brohood thing” Rowan almost choked the last words out, recalling Fenrys’ sisterhood justification for Dick Awards.
Aelin choked on her own laughter and began to cough as an attempt to hide it. “He has great plans for your dick because you’re best bros?”
He slowly nodded, completely defeated. “That’s right.”
“Okay...” She took a deep breath to recompose herself. “I’m not sure I want to ask further.”
His cheeks flushed with the realization of what he just implied. What did she think Fenrys was going to do with Rowan’s cock? He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again. He wouldn’t be keeping his dignity either way, so it was best to give up now that Aelin seemed pleased his answer.
Rowan could question why she was suddenly so interested in his sexual activities, but hoping once more would be too much for today. He sighed, tired of his own feelings, and quickly went back to the break room to grab something to eat.
Rowan always kept many lunchboxes ready for when they needed to stay late in the lab, so he just picked the first one he saw on the fridge and went back to eat it while he read some articles that’d help with his research.
The taste was a bit off and he wondered if it had gone bad, but Rowan was too upset to care about that.
He was reading and making a few notes when he noted one of the authors had a funny writing. Something about his choice of words had him quietly giggling.
“Ro, are you okay?” Aelin asked with furrowed eyebrows.
He smiled to soothe her worries. “Easy-breezy.”
She snorted and went back to work, and so did he.
Until he noticed a few of the pages were green. He didn’t see it when he first got the magazines, but he kinda liked this change. Green was a nice page color. Rowan looked at Aelin, and his Fireheart looked smokin’ hot with her hair all... hairy and her funny nose scrunched up in concentration. God, he loved the shit out of her.
Trying to get her attention, he threw a pencil at her. His aim wasn’t the best, but it was enough for her to notice him.
“What the fuck, Ro?”
“Did you like the green pages?”
She tilted her head. “What green pages?”
He smiled and turned the magazine so she could see. “The new green pages!”
Aelin’s eyes were so wide they looked funny. “They’re white.”
Rowan giggled. It was so her to prank him like this.
She slowly got up and walked towards him. Aelin looked around his desk and carefully studied his face. She was mostly tugging at his eyelids and moving his face around, but Rowan didn’t mind it. Her fingertips on his face were worth the not so gentle inspection.
“Did...” She looked around and whispered, “Did Fenrys give you a pot cookie?”
Rowan shook his head. “Don’t need, thanks. Just had a salad.”
She had both hands on her hips when Fenrys came in.
“Hey, Ace. I can’t find the herbs we collected today.”
Aelin sighed. “I put them in the...” and she frowned. And looked at Rowan’s empty lunchbox. Then looked at Fenrys again. Now she was gaping, and her eyes were wide as saucers. “Fucking Mala.”
Fenrys tilted his head.
“I think...” she swallowed. “I think Rowan ate them.”
His friend gaped, and then started cackling so much it made Rowan giggle too. He liked Fenrys. Fenrys was fun. Not as fun as Aelin, but the boyo was cool.
“Are you telling me Rowan ate all of the hallucinogenic herbs for the research?”
She slowly nodded, but her shoulders were shaking, and then she started laughing too. They had a good moment of just laughing together, but then they heard high heels against the floor that made his friends freeze.
“What’s going on?” Dr. Valg barged into the room and asked between gritted teeth.
Fenrys began to give her a report about his tasks, and Aelin supplied with intakes here and there. Rowan just stayed sat, minding his own business. One would think he was reading his articles, but he was actually admiring the table. Now it was green too. It looked pretty, he thought.
“Okay, bring me the herbs.”
Fenrys swallowed. “They’re not available.”
Maeve pinched the bridge of her nose. “You just gave me a detailed report about bringing them.”
“Um.” Aelin cleared her throat and pointed at Rowan. “He ate them. Accidentally.”
“Are you telling me that Whitethorn.” Maeve took a deep breath and fisted her hands. “Whitethorn got high on my herbs, and you let him stay close to the very expensive equipment?”
He was watching it with an amused smile, but his friends were looking down and exchanging worried glances. He wondered why. Seeing Maeve upset was so fun. Without saying a thing, just the sight of her face gave him a good giggle.
Maeve’s face snapped back at him and she strode his way.
“Whitethorn! What the hell were you thinking?”
He tilted his head, confused.
She snapped her fingers. “Aren’t you Whitethorn?”
“Me?”
She pinched the bridge of her nose. “What’s your name again? I can never remember it.”
He frowned. That was a good question. He didn’t remember his name.
“I don’t know my name.”
Both Aelin and Fenrys hovered closer, their eyebrows pinched.
“What do you mean you don’t know your name?” Maeve asked through clenched teeth.
Aelin quaked, “Rowan, tell her your name!”
“But I don’t know my name!”
“Your name!” Maeve screamed.
He seethed, his eyes bulging. “I. Don’t. Know!”
Fenrys began to gesticulate a lot, a telltale sign of his worried state. “YOUR NAME’S ROWAN!”
“WHO’S ROWAN?”
“YOU’RE ROWAN!”
“IS THAT A RIDDLE?”
“OKAY, ENOUGH!” Aelin interrupted his and Fenrys’ shouting match by shouting stronger.
Confused by the commotion, Rowan screamed, “WHY IS EVERYONE SCREAMING?”
“Because you can’t remember your fucking name!” Maeve said in an impatient tone, the veins on her forehead bulging.
“Oh.” He blinked. “It’s Rowan.”
They let out a collective sigh, and Aelin was the one who broke the silence.
“How are you feeling?”
“Green.”
Maeve rolled her eyes, but it was true. Everything was green.
“Can anyone here who knows where Whitethorn lives take him home?”
“I can take him, we live together,” Aelin said while approaching Rowan’s desk to collect his things.
“Oh.” Maeve raised her eyebrows. “That’s not surprising.”
She winced. “Not like that! I mean—“
Maeve waved a dismissive hand. “I don’t care, just take him.”
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There was a reason why Rowan was usually the one to drive.
Aelin liked to drive fast. Always cutting her way between the other cars and announcing too late that she was going to make a turn. But now that he thought about it, it was kinda cool. Rowan felt like he was in an action movie of sorts. It didn’t help with the dizziness he was feeling, but that part wasn’t Aelin’s fault.
There was something he needed to talk about with her, but Rowan couldn’t quite grasp what it was. He was trying to remember everything that happened today, until it clicked.
“I’m not letting Fenrys go anywhere near my dick, you know.” He leaned back on the seat and closed his eyes. “I wish I could tell you, but we decided to keep it a secret.”
“Oh.” She swallowed. “That’s fine, you really don’t have to explain yourself to me,” Aelin said in a defeated tone.
“We’re not having an affair!” He knew he’d decided not to tell her, but fuck that. Aelin was his best friend. She could know anything she wanted to. “Fenrys is the mind behind Dick Awards. I’m in the contest. That’s what we were talking about.”
Aelin’s eyes went wide, her arms rigid as she gripped the steering wheel. “You’re joking.”
Rowan giggled. “I wish I was.”
Her mouth opened and she seemed to freeze, until a harsh burst of air left her mouth, and Aelin laughed so much she was fighting to properly drive while her body tried to double over. Intoxicated by her howls, Rowan was laughing along.
The car stopped moving, and Aelin took a deep breath to recompose herself. She unfastened Rowan’s seatbelt, probably because he was a little confused by it earlier, and asked, “Are you ready to be forced into a nap, Buzzard?”
He grunted and let himself be led inside the building.
Rowan mentioned to cook something for them, but Aelin shoved a cereal bar into his hands before he could do anything. He didn’t understand why she wouldn’t let him cook. He was perfectly fine, apart from a few remaining green spots in his vision. But if that was what she wanted, he could oblige for one afternoon.
She took him to his bedroom and gave him a change of clothes from his drawers, turning around and closing the curtains while he changed.
Rowan was already laid down when she sat by his side to say something, but he beat her to it.
“Did I ever tell you your eyes are prettier than the Blue Ribbon Eel?”
She smiled. “That’s your favorite eel.”
“But I still prefer your eyes.” And then this admission made his eyes widen. He didn’t want Aelin to think his feelings depended on her eyes. “I mean, not that you really need them. I’d still like you if you had no eyes.”
Chuckling, Aelin said, “Thanks! it’s good to know I’ll have someone to walk me around if I lose them.”
“I’ll happily walk you around anywhere. It’s my job.”
Aelin’s laughter abruptly ceased. “What do you mean?”
He had a blissful smile. “I knew we were soulmates even in grad school.” Looking deep inside her eyes, Rowan continued, “When you told me your favorite species of eel is the one I have tattooed.”
That earned him a smile, but something about it was off. “You’re high.”
He frowned. “But I still love the Blue Ribbon Eel—and you.”
Rowan noticed her eyes started watering, but she blinked it back. He frowned. That was not the response he was waiting for.
“Did I make you upset?”
Aelin kissed his cheek and tucked him in his covers. “I’m gonna let you sleep now.”
~~
Before Rowan opened his eyes, he already knew his head was pounding. Besides, the loud voices outside weren’t helping.
He risked taking a look at his phone, grimacing because of the light, but he saw it was already Sunday morning. Which meant he had slept for Mala knows how long.
His phone was filled with notifications, but the only thing he opened was the texts from Aelin.
>> hey buzzard
>> lys is coming over so we can vote on some dicks together
>> there’s water, meds and some crackers on your desk xx
Rowan slowly, very slowly came to a sitting position and saw everything was near his laptop, on top of some books. He ate and immediately went back to bed, staying until the painkillers kicked in.
Rowan managed to take a bath without being noticed and stayed in his bedroom, rereading the same paragraph over and over again. The loud voices were still bothering him, but he didn’t have a headache anymore. Rowan just couldn’t get past the fact that his best friend was ten steps away, commenting on other men’s dicks with her friend.
Putting the book down, Rowan could hear the muffled sounds of a heated argument, so his curiosity got the best of him, and he went to see what was going on.
“Are you kidding me? Look at 350’s proportions! Length, girth, ball size, everything!” He could feel Aelin’s agitation just by the sound of her voice.
“I’m not a fan of the veins, though,” Lys argued back.
“How dare you.”
“I prefer dick 72.”
“Ew!” Aelin yelled, too wrapped up in the argument to notice his arrival.
Lysandra leaned back on the couch and smirked. “Come on, Ace. Don’t tell me you wouldn’t pounce on that.”
“That’s the fucking point!” Aelin opened her arms and got up from the couch. “This is Dick of the Year, being pounceable is already required. So, would I pounce on dick 72? Sure. But this?” She pointed at the TV. “I would sell my soul to pounce on that dick.”
And when Rowan looked at the direction Aelin was pointing, he saw his own dick displayed on the TV.
Every muscle he had felt tight, his chest included, and that was exactly when Aelin noticed his presence. She gaped at the same time Lys started cackling, completely different reactions to his discover of Aelin’s enthusiasm.
Aelin’s cheeks turned crimson, but she didn’t balk. She showed him both pictures on the TV and said, “We need your input.”
Rowan’s mouth opened and closed again, before he walked away, shouting on his way, “I’m not commenting on other guys’ dicks!”
He closed the door a little more harshly than intended and got the hell out of his apartment.
I would sell my soul to pounce on that dick.
Rowan walked around the block, completely lost in his own thoughts. All of them running around the same sentence.
I would sell my soul to pounce on that dick.
He knew she didn’t mean it. He knew this contest didn’t mean anything, that this was an overstate. Still, hearing this from the girl he had been lusting after for years. Rowan had no idea how to feel.
I would sell my soul to pounce on that dick.
He went window shopping around the neighborhood, bought some tea, sat on the park. Still, her words couldn’t leave his head.
Worse, they could’t leave the incessant rise of Rowan’s length against his pants. Each time he forced to think of something else, this situation only got worse.
I would sell my soul to pounce on that dick.
Taking a deep breath, he decided to go home. Rowan didn’t even know the time because he forgot his phone, but this situation was unbearable. Completely, utterly unbearable.
The first thing Rowan noticed when he arrived home was that the girls weren’t in the living room anymore. Neither could he hear anything. A quick look at his phone told him they went to a bakery nearby, and Rowan’s posture immediately slumped.
He knew what he was about to do, and he didn’t like it. Actually, he liked it very much, which only made his guilt worse.
Rowan always felt bad after touching himself with Aelin in his mind, but whenever he did it, she found a way to sneak into his every fantasy. And the worst of all, every time she did, things were never soft.
He ran a shaky hand through his head. Aelin deserved so much better than living with a guy who fantasized unspeakable things about her while she was reading a book in the next room. Rowan couldn’t even remember the last time he actually felt lighter after an orgasm, but his underwear was unbearably tight, and he still couldn’t get over what she said earlier today.
I would sell my soul to pounce on that dick, her words from before ringing inside his head like an annoying ad jingle.
Rowan unfastened his clothes and sat on the edge of the bed, his head tipped back. If only he could tell her—
He couldn’t.
Feeling the precum glistening already, Rowan slowly stroked himself, from the tip to the hilt, squeezing his fingers around his base. He took a shaky breath, closed his eyes and let himself imagine.
Aelin was in the kitchen, wearing nothing but his shirt, because that was something she did. Rowan approached her from behind, kissing her neck, because that was something he did. He let a possessive hand slowly wander around her legs, because it was only fair after teasing him so much with them. When it got dangerously close to the spot she loved, Aelin turned around and sent him a sultry smile.
Rowan began to twist his hand while he pumped himself, but he was still going slow. He wanted to drag this one out.
After carrying Aelin to his bed, he dropped her there and didn’t spare a second before laying on top of her and kissing her whole. Rowan trailed luscious, passionate kisses, starting on her lips until he closed his mouth around her nipple. Eager, Aelin wrapped her legs around him and rubbed herself against him.
“Cocktease.”
She did it again and moaned. “You love it.”
And damn him, he did. Impatient, Rowan started to give wet kisses on the valley between her breasts. Aelin immediately picked up his intentions and tugged on the roots of his hair.
“Are you getting me ready for you, love?”
He went back to her lips for a moment, but Aelin soon guided him back to her breasts. He was lucky his girlfriend was just as insatiable.
Impatient, Aelin got up and kneeled beside the bed, looking up at him from below her lashes and thrusting out her breasts as an invitation.
With increasingly quicker pumps now, Rowan squeezed his eyes shut. He thrusted into his own hand and finally stroked himself on the speed he wanted.
Rowan sat on the edge of the bed, in front of her. Aelin immediately grabbed his cock and licked it, brushing her lips against it every now and then. He thrusted into her hand, and she started to rub his cock against her breasts, finding a different way to tease him.
She didn’t stop when Rowan grabbed a fistful of her hair, moaning as he tugged it a little too harshly.
“Baby...” he warned.
Smirking, she placed his length on her cleavage. Closing her breasts around his cock, Aelin made some up and down movements, but mostly just let him fuck them.
He closed his eyes and groaned. Sliding his cock between Aelin’s soft breasts never failed to make him dissolve into pleasure. His body was on fire, muscles so tight they could snap. Their rhythm picked up, and Aelin tilted her head down so she could suck the tip of his cock as well.
She couldn’t speak, but Aelin’s moans sounded delicious when he could feel them around his cock. Almost delirious, Rowan held her head and called out her pet name like a prayer.
Fireheart
Fireheart
Fireheart
“Rowan, did you call—“
Rowan froze mid-pump, not believing what his eyes were seeing.
Not believing Aelin had just caught him with a hand on his own dick. Moaning her name, as it seemed.
His heartbeat was so strong Rowan could feel it in his throat. Two sets of bulged eyes stared at each other, not knowing what to say.
When his mind mildly processed the situation he was in, Rowan quickly threw a blanket over his lap.
“Aelin, I’m—“
“Oh, God!” She covered her eyes a bit too late. “I’m so, so sorry—“
“You don’t—“
Before he could apologize, Aelin banged the door closed and left.
Rowan felt flat on his bed, grimacing and running a hand through his face. He wanted to die. He wanted to erase this weekend from his life. He wanted to shift into a Hawk and fly the hell away from here. God, he had no idea how he’d face Aelin—
His door opened again and Aelin eyed his covered self, cheeks flushed.
“What were you thinking?”
Rowan sat and his pulse skyrocketed once again. Too paralyzed by the situation to utter a single word, the only thing he could bring himself to do was to avoid her gaze.
Aelin softly closed the door behind her. “I mean, what were you thinking about?” She asked while slowly walking his way until they were dangerously close.
“You.” He wanted to thread carefully there, but his hoarse voice might’ve betrayed him.
She hummed. “Did I get to kiss you?” Aelin asked with a tilted head, her voice in a tone Rowan hadn’t heard yet, but was starting to like very much.
“So much.” Rowan’s gaze finally met hers, his breathing fast for many different reasons.
Her hand was on its way to his shoulder when she retreated and bit her lip. “Can I?”
Rowan sneaked a shaky hand behind her neck to pull her closer, but their lips ended up meeting halfway.
Aelin’s lips were the best thing he’d ever tasted.
It started hesitant, both of them not sure of themselves right away. But when Aelin softly sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck, Rowan tugged on her waist and she opened her mouth further, letting him in. Their tongues went on a long and slow pace at first, but it didn’t take long for their kiss to become crushing.
When Rowan felt her completely melt into his touch, he pulled her towards the bed. Mostly because their position wasn’t the most comfortable, but he was also ready for more if that’s what she wanted. But even if they just kissed until bedtime, it’d still be one of the best nights of his life.
Like an answer to his thoughts, Aelin took off her clothes, staying in just her lingerie.
Her red, lacy lingerie.
Rowan almost jumped on top of her, kissing her neck and collarbones while grabbing her curves in a bruising manner. He had completely lost control over himself, but Aelin didn’t seem to mind, moaning when he pinched her nipple through the flimsy fabric.
“Ro?”
He hummed, paying only half attention because he’d just found out he liked playing with her body a little too much.
“I want you to do to me what you were thinking about earlier.”
Resting their foreheads together, he gave himself a second to think. They were just breathing each other’s air, but it was still distracting enough for him. Rowan sighed. He had one chance to make her see… him. He’d not ruin it with his kinky shit.
“I’d rather do something you like, if that’s okay.”
Aelin’s smirk built slowly, until she was grinning like Hellas himself. “It was dirty, wasn’t it?”
Once again, his inability to lie to Aelin was biting him in the ass. If it was possible for him to get any more flushed, he definitely did. Staying silent was the most he could do to protect his dignity, but that was answer enough for Aelin.
However, instead of mocking him like she usually did, she tugged his face back to hers and gave him a languorous, wet kiss.
“You won’t tell me, but I can still guess.” She had a sultry grin on. “We weren’t in missionary, were we?” Aelin said right before flipping them around, straddling him.
The element of surprise was enough for her to throw his larger body into the bed. Her hair was cascading down her sides as she looked at Rowan with a predatory gaze. Said gaze went down, until—
“Dear Mala.” Her eyes widened. “You’re the Dick of the Year.”
Her mouth opened and closed, her cheeks becoming a richer shade of red. Aelin Galathynius looking flustered. Now, that was a rare sight.
“And you heard me.” Her eyes snapped back to his face. “You heard everything.”
“Hey.” Rowan sat too, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. “At least you didn’t need to sell your soul for it.”
She did something between gaping and laughing at him and playfully swatted his chest. “You’re not as funny as you think you are.”
Rowan chuckled and cupped her cheek with one hand, gently caressing it with his thumb. “You caught me jerking off, I caught you praising my cock. It’s pretty balanced for me.”
Laughing brightly, Aelin’s shoulders were shaking, and she rested her forehead on his. He kissed the crown of her head and then she turned her mouth to him, the kiss soft this time. Until it wasn’t anymore.
“Where were we?” Rowan asked when she began giving attention to his neck.
“You were telling me all your fetishes about me.”
He groaned, regretting his last sentence as Aelin breathlessly chuckled. She placed both hands on his shoulders to go to a sitting position while keeping him down. Her golden hair cascaded on her sides as the hands on his shoulders slid down his body.
Unclasping her bra, Aelin purred, “Was I putting on a show for you?”
Rowan gulped, enthralled. “You could say so.”
She slowly slid her bra down, teasing him. When she finally took off that flimsy lace, Rowan’s skin was prickling with the urge to touch her. Taste her further. Aelin was doing unspeakable things to him and she was well aware of it, if her cocky smile was any indication.
When he tried to touch her, she slapped his hands away.
“Baby...”
She bit her lip. “I’ll be nice, then.”
Aelin took his hand and guided it through her body. Their intertwined hands sensually slid through her hips, waist, the curve of her breast, until she took his thumb inside her mouth and sucked it.
He closed his eyes, trying not to lose composure. “You’re killing me.”
She sucked his thumb one last time before taking it off her mouth. “I know.” Aelin gave his wet finger a pointed look before asking, “Do you know where this goes?”
Rowan trailed down the same path with his hand, until he pressed his wet thumb against her clit without ceremony. “In here?”
Whimpering, Aelin arched her back and swayed her hips to chase the friction. Then she took his wet thumb away from her core and placed it on her nipple. “Not yet.”
“You like to make me wait, don’t you?” Rowan was so impatient he could cry, but at the same time letting her take the lead was a lot more arousing than he thought it would be.
“You made me wait for years, Ro.” She mentioned to take her panties away, but Rowan ripped them in two before she could barely move. Aelin moaned, and that was the first time he realized she might be as eager as him to get this over with. Still, she continued, “It’s only fair.”
Rowan focused back on his assigned spot on her breast. He wouldn’t let her get away with the teasing that easily, though. His caresses started being more rough, until he pinched her nipple with two fingers, making her cry out.
In response, Aelin nestled his cock between her folds, grinding herself against it. Rowan was searing, and he was afraid he’d combust if she kept playing with him like this. He got the closest to a sitting position he could, one hand holding himself upright and the other cradling the back of Aelin’s neck.
“Baby.” He tried to kiss her, but it got sloppy since both of their hips were still moving. “Please.”
She moaned into his mouth and then nodded, leaning away a little so she could align the two of them. Aelin took her time to slide herself down, getting adjusted on her way. Both of them moaned the whole time, and when Aelin sunk into the hilt of his cock, Rowan got so light-headed he thought he might faint.
When she started moving, he soon became overwhelmed with pleasure in a way he couldn’t quite grasp. Rowan had one hand holding himself upright and the other gripping Aelin’s waist. She had her back arched, boobs bouncing as she chased her high. Both of their hips were in a frenzied rhythm, but the sight of her alone was enough to put his nerves on fire.
Aelin’s insides began to squeeze his cock, so he leaned on both arms now to thrust into her with more force. She screamed, her legs beginning to tremble, but she kept the pace, and so did he.
Rowan could feel himself ready to snap when Aelin screamed his name one last time. She went still except for the walls clenching around him, and her loud moans became soft whimpers. Rowan’s gut tightened straight after, and his hips jerked until he spilled himself into her.
They laid side to side on the bed, catching their breaths and not uttering a single word.
What the fuck was he supposed to do now?
He was terrified, his heartbeat picking up once again. Still, he scooted closer. And closer. Until he could wrap an arm around her. She didn’t do anything, and that’s when his desire to become a hawk and fly away came back. Rowan gave her a sideways glance, and she was already looking at him. At first he was startled by her extra flushed skin, but then he remembered it was because they just had sex. Which made him panic even more.
But when he was scrambling his mind for something to say, she sneaked a hand around his torso and sighed, resting her face on his shoulders. Rowan’s whole body relaxed, and he didn’t hide his silly grin.
There were many things going on his head right now, but all of them ran around the fact that he was cuddling in bed with Aelin. Sweaty and naked. Rowan kissed her head and she softly hummed in response.
“That was...”
He gently squeezed her. “I know.”
“I’m so spent.”
“Me too.”
She looked up at him, biting back a smile. “Round two in a few?”
Rowan chuckled. “You’re always reading my mind.”
Smiling, she nuzzled her face against his neck. Rowan embraced her a little more tighter. God, he’d never leave this moment if he could.
“Did you know there are people spreading wanted signs of your cock?”
Just like that, Rowan’s post-sex bliss came to halt. “You’re lying.”
Instead of replying, Aelin quickly grabbed her phone and showed him the picture.
WANTED: DICK 350
Right before the dick picture he took himself.
More than a hundred retweets.
Rowan was going to kill himself. Or shift into a hawk and fly away, whichever was easier.
However, Aelin’s giggles brought him back to reality. “You’re blushing.”
Rowan groaned, and then took a deep breath, turning his whole body towards her.
“How do you feel about that?”
Aelin shrugged. “I can’t control the internet.”
He rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, scrambling his mind for a way to make her understand he wasn’t only asking about the pic—
“Oh.” Aelin’s eyebrows raised as something clicked for her, and she bit his lips while running a possessive hand around his abs. “But, you know, I can be very selfish.”
Rowan’s smile was blinding when the only thing he managed to say was, “Yeah?”
She nodded, beaming too, when their mouths were an inch away.
“Good.” He flipped them, staying on top this time. Both of Rowan’s hands ran through her inner thighs, opening them for him, and he didn’t care if his touch was possessive enough to bruise. He could think of many ways to apologize later.
Aelin was writhing for her hips to get closer to him, Rowan’s breaths fanning against her core, when he rasped, “I don’t like to share either.”
A/N: Just to be clear, I didn’t create Dick Awards. It’s actually a national Twitter treasure, and I’ve been voting for it since high school.
2nd A/N: If you were on the LDRV Facebook group around 2015 and recognized my hints of the tá tudo verde viral post, we’re instant friends.
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