[Jason was definitely surprised when Max told him everything he was into. very different from the things he ever thought he'd like, but Max is right, he hasn't actually done a lot. not even close to having the experience Max has. that doesn't mean he won't try, though. doesn't mean he won't be into it. he already loves those possessive, biting kisses, and is happy to return them in kind.
it's often how people thing Jason is too. he tends to hide the romantic inside of him because he knows what people can do with that. he knows how they can use his softness against him. he doesn't know Max that well, but he has a feeling it won't be like that with him. he hopes not, anyway.
Jason turns his face in against Max's when his head drops down, kissing into his hair.]
Like me...?
[he can't help but ask, because it's so rare that anyone thinks of him as anything else, anything more.]
I don't usually do this either. Like, not ever. I don't want this to just be a one time thing.
[too much, too fast maybe. he doesn't want to scare Max away, but it seems like they're both struggling with the same kinda thing. like maybe Max will understand what he's saying, cause he's saying the same thing.
his hands travel up the length of Max's beautiful body when the shirt comes off, and he only stops touching long enough so his own shirt can come off and then his hands are back on Max, trying to touch every last inch of skin he can manage.
the bites to his collarbone make him moan, his head falling back against the couch a bit as he rolls his hips u slowly, pressing against Max with yet another moan.]
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Date: 2023-03-09 08:47 pm (UTC)it's often how people thing Jason is too. he tends to hide the romantic inside of him because he knows what people can do with that. he knows how they can use his softness against him. he doesn't know Max that well, but he has a feeling it won't be like that with him. he hopes not, anyway.
Jason turns his face in against Max's when his head drops down, kissing into his hair.]
Like me...?
[he can't help but ask, because it's so rare that anyone thinks of him as anything else, anything more.]
I don't usually do this either. Like, not ever. I don't want this to just be a one time thing.
[too much, too fast maybe. he doesn't want to scare Max away, but it seems like they're both struggling with the same kinda thing. like maybe Max will understand what he's saying, cause he's saying the same thing.
his hands travel up the length of Max's beautiful body when the shirt comes off, and he only stops touching long enough so his own shirt can come off and then his hands are back on Max, trying to touch every last inch of skin he can manage.
the bites to his collarbone make him moan, his head falling back against the couch a bit as he rolls his hips u slowly, pressing against Max with yet another moan.]