[It is an assault on the senses in only the best possible way, emotions building on each other until it feels like his heart could burst. Jamie is usually so fully aware of his own body, every motion and every inch. But with everything blending, it's almost like he loses track of where he ends and Max begins, what sensation starts where. What's left is sheer instinct, chasing contact, closeness and friction, aching for every bit of it.
The last thing he's going to do is to complain about another mark. It's hard to care how noticeable it gets, to feel anything besides pleased to know how obvious Max's claim on him is. Jamie does try to keep his head most of the time, not encourage him to be too obvious -- but right now there's no room for thought about anything outside this bed. Everything he does is an encouragement, the way his head tilts back to leave more skin bared and the way his hand clutches at the back of Max's neck, the flush of happiness and desire that floods through him at the thought of it.]
Only yours. [An addition, not quite a correction. Max knows, he knows that Max knows, but Jamie can't help it, he wants it said, too. Wants to be sure that there's no question about it.] All yours -- always, baby. Forever. I always want you, always, I love you. [He doesn't seem to really notice or care the way he's repeating himself, just spilling out adoration and affection as he meets the way Max moves, driving him closer and closer to the edge, the desperate desire he feels from their shared excitement only getting stronger.]
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Date: 2025-01-12 11:52 pm (UTC)The last thing he's going to do is to complain about another mark. It's hard to care how noticeable it gets, to feel anything besides pleased to know how obvious Max's claim on him is. Jamie does try to keep his head most of the time, not encourage him to be too obvious -- but right now there's no room for thought about anything outside this bed. Everything he does is an encouragement, the way his head tilts back to leave more skin bared and the way his hand clutches at the back of Max's neck, the flush of happiness and desire that floods through him at the thought of it.]
Only yours. [An addition, not quite a correction. Max knows, he knows that Max knows, but Jamie can't help it, he wants it said, too. Wants to be sure that there's no question about it.] All yours -- always, baby. Forever. I always want you, always, I love you. [He doesn't seem to really notice or care the way he's repeating himself, just spilling out adoration and affection as he meets the way Max moves, driving him closer and closer to the edge, the desperate desire he feels from their shared excitement only getting stronger.]