[Every little mark just seems to drive him into Max with more of a fervor, make him moan louder, want more. Need more, every little reminder of Max's claim on him completely welcome. There isn't any room in Jamie left for words, for anything but feeling, especially when Max's hand closes around him. His movements are more desperate by the second, trying to get more of both the touch and the phantom sensation of what Max is feeling inside him.
There's no use in trying to hold on. Once Max lets loose, Jamie's gone, spilling over with a cry loud enough that it's almost a shout. The way it builds is addictive, a high like nothing he's ever felt before. It stretches everything out, drowning in the moment, and it feels like forever before it even starts to fade, leaving him shaking and panting, clutching at Max before he even registers he's doing it.
He still doesn't quite have words; his hands just shift against Max's skin, trying to keep him in close, the skin contact somehow both adding to the way he's buzzing and helping him to come down.]
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Date: 2025-01-15 12:24 am (UTC)There's no use in trying to hold on. Once Max lets loose, Jamie's gone, spilling over with a cry loud enough that it's almost a shout. The way it builds is addictive, a high like nothing he's ever felt before. It stretches everything out, drowning in the moment, and it feels like forever before it even starts to fade, leaving him shaking and panting, clutching at Max before he even registers he's doing it.
He still doesn't quite have words; his hands just shift against Max's skin, trying to keep him in close, the skin contact somehow both adding to the way he's buzzing and helping him to come down.]