[It feels surprisingly good to realize that even if Jamie can't find the way to explain it, Max can feel the way his heart swells at his words. The things he says are always perfect, it's like he's always been able to look into Jamie's soul and see the kind of things he needs to hear, the things that will make him feel wanted like he's never been before. Like he's being lit up from the inside. He doesn't know how to explain just how much it means to him, and now he doesn't have to. Max can feel it, know it.
It's a thought that makes him breathless almost as much as Max's teeth in his skin does. Being known like this, understood like this, not having to trust himself to find ways to show it when he never feels like he can -- it's everything he never knew he wanted so badly. The fact that he found the one person maybe in this world that could give that to him makes him dizzyingly grateful. It feels like fate. Like everything lined up to let him be here.
He can barely stay still when a second finger works inside him, almost shaking with how overwhelming everything already feels. He's not entirely sure how Max has the presence of mind to keep then both at bay, grateful as he is for it; it feels like everything else has flown out of his head. All he has is want, and he can't stop making needy noises into the kiss Max draws him into, too eager to silence himself, kissing him for all he's worth.]
Next time -- next time, I promise. I want to make you feel good. I want to take care of you. [A babbling vow. He'd offer now, but he wants it to last, to make sure Max gets everything he wants and needs out of it. He doesn't think either of them have the focus or the patience -- he doesn't even have the patience to wait at this point, and he kisses Max again, biting at his lip, before begging quietly:] I'm ready, it's enough. I want to feel you, please, I need you.
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Date: 2025-01-08 10:15 am (UTC)It's a thought that makes him breathless almost as much as Max's teeth in his skin does. Being known like this, understood like this, not having to trust himself to find ways to show it when he never feels like he can -- it's everything he never knew he wanted so badly. The fact that he found the one person maybe in this world that could give that to him makes him dizzyingly grateful. It feels like fate. Like everything lined up to let him be here.
He can barely stay still when a second finger works inside him, almost shaking with how overwhelming everything already feels. He's not entirely sure how Max has the presence of mind to keep then both at bay, grateful as he is for it; it feels like everything else has flown out of his head. All he has is want, and he can't stop making needy noises into the kiss Max draws him into, too eager to silence himself, kissing him for all he's worth.]
Next time -- next time, I promise. I want to make you feel good. I want to take care of you. [A babbling vow. He'd offer now, but he wants it to last, to make sure Max gets everything he wants and needs out of it. He doesn't think either of them have the focus or the patience -- he doesn't even have the patience to wait at this point, and he kisses Max again, biting at his lip, before begging quietly:] I'm ready, it's enough. I want to feel you, please, I need you.