Apparently Wren had a different idea of what it meant to hurry then Rowan did.
He dragged his cock from inside Rowan then pushed back in, stretching and filling him over and over, moving so slowly Rowan thought he might faint from the stimulation. It was like leisurely rubbing kindling together for the friction without any rush to actually start the fire.
Still determined to let Wren have his fun, Rowan fisted the purple velvet of the cloak to keep from resisting with his body if not with his words.
"Wren, you said you were hurrying. You have to move faster."
"I did hurry. I'm inside you, aren't I?" Wren's voice was strained to the point of breaking. "I went too long without this. I am not ready for it to end. Especially when you're clearly putting in so much effort to give me what I wanted."
"Faster," Rowan whined as he clutched the cloak tighter.
If you ask me, Rowan needs a nap after all that, too. Or at the very least, a warm compress. But is suppose time is of the essence. Rowan is ready to go home.