[There's a time for soft and affectionate, and Max has a heart for that too even if it's still a little twisted around to the way he enjoys things. He's got a mind of his own when it comes to sex and how he enjoys it with men. Take and be taken, maybe it has to do with the hardness of their bodies or the deep musk that appeals to his darker senses.
Who knows, but there's also the heart of a poet that resides within Max, and he's always found himself about romance, and passion in every single one of its many splendid forms.
Tonight is only one step towards the song it carries, even if Max is trying to bury it beneath a hundred pillows. Once Jason lays down to sleep, Max should know that his precious will feel that tiny pea, for he really is that royal.
Max's body reacts instantly to Jason's touch, and the value of length he'd lost in the car is right back pressing tightly against his jeans. He drops his head to the young male's shoulder and sighs out boldly.]
Ah, fuck. You would say that, wouldn't you. Do you even have a sense of self preservation. I was not planning on doing this tonight. I don't normally do this when I first meet someone. I mean, I have, but not when it's ... like this... like you.
[Shit. he doesn't even know what he's really saying. Trying to explain that Jason isn't supposed to be a fling, or anything that started out as someone Max wanted to really fuck on their first night together, but the temptation now is too much to deny. It's way too much. Well, maybe he only needs a taste, or a touch. Maybe. Max leans back and pulls off his shirt. There's no reason not to now that they have the privacy of his house.
Fully sitting in Jason's lap now, he reaches down and pulls Jason's shirt off too. His hands run along Jason's sides, and he bows his head so that he can lick along his collarbone, sucking here and there, always pulling hard enough to leave marks, carelessly sliding along with his tongue and teeth as he does, obviously desperately needy in the way he goes about it.]
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Date: 2023-03-09 02:28 pm (UTC)Who knows, but there's also the heart of a poet that resides within Max, and he's always found himself about romance, and passion in every single one of its many splendid forms.
Tonight is only one step towards the song it carries, even if Max is trying to bury it beneath a hundred pillows. Once Jason lays down to sleep, Max should know that his precious will feel that tiny pea, for he really is that royal.
Max's body reacts instantly to Jason's touch, and the value of length he'd lost in the car is right back pressing tightly against his jeans. He drops his head to the young male's shoulder and sighs out boldly.]
Ah, fuck. You would say that, wouldn't you. Do you even have a sense of self preservation. I was not planning on doing this tonight. I don't normally do this when I first meet someone. I mean, I have, but not when it's ... like this... like you.
[Shit. he doesn't even know what he's really saying. Trying to explain that Jason isn't supposed to be a fling, or anything that started out as someone Max wanted to really fuck on their first night together, but the temptation now is too much to deny. It's way too much. Well, maybe he only needs a taste, or a touch. Maybe. Max leans back and pulls off his shirt. There's no reason not to now that they have the privacy of his house.
Fully sitting in Jason's lap now, he reaches down and pulls Jason's shirt off too. His hands run along Jason's sides, and he bows his head so that he can lick along his collarbone, sucking here and there, always pulling hard enough to leave marks, carelessly sliding along with his tongue and teeth as he does, obviously desperately needy in the way he goes about it.]