[If Max hadn't loved Liz so fucking hard then maybe he'd be different, but he did. He loved her from the time he was in grade school until his first dying breath, and even beyond when she resurrected him. They had so many differences, and being together was so fucking hard. He wanted to marry her, he swore he did-- but. yeah. The first time they split, Max fell for a man. He fell so hard.
It was that man that taught him all about enjoying the other sex. Max had no idea he was even bisexual before then. They were possessive and obsessive over one another to the point of sealing love with blood and cum. Violence in the middle of sex was as beautiful as the tender moments afterwards. Then the other man left. He was gone as quick as he had come into Max's life, and Liz moved home and once more Max's life was filled with tender love as he'd remembered.
That love set him on edge. It set him on edge to the point that he almost hurt her everytime they touched. He could burn her alive if he wasn't careful. Possession was something she didn't want. She was so very independent. This. This is/was Max's story.
It's what moves him as he stares down at Jason, and wants so much but is terrified to take that first real step. So much could happen. He does know that he won't stop tonight, even if he didn't want it to be like this-- even if Jason was never meant to matter like this.
Max's mouth moves back to take Jason's and this time it's a little more gentle, lip plays against lip and his tongue flicks out between them to catch and tease Jason's tongue, making it a game so that max smiles.]
You weren't allowed to matter, Jason. I didn't want you to matter. I either fuck someone and let them go, or ... or they really matter and I have sex. You're somewhere in this murky middle and I don't know what to do, except want you. I really, really want you.
[There's no fear in Max's eyes, and there's a struggle, and sometimes Max runs from himself but not tonight. Tonight he chases those moans, pressing his hips back down firmly against Jason's, pushing his hardness against the young male's stomach. One hand reaches between them and flicks open the button on Jason's denim, and Max thumbs over the top of whatever erection settles upward, be it clothed or not.
He bites again on Jason's shoulder, this time harder but only at the same time that he palms down along the zipperline of Jason's jeans, mixing along that pleasure/pain barrier as fine as it gets.] You're so gorgeous. All of you. I want to fuck all of you precious.
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Date: 2023-03-09 09:11 pm (UTC)It was that man that taught him all about enjoying the other sex. Max had no idea he was even bisexual before then. They were possessive and obsessive over one another to the point of sealing love with blood and cum. Violence in the middle of sex was as beautiful as the tender moments afterwards. Then the other man left. He was gone as quick as he had come into Max's life, and Liz moved home and once more Max's life was filled with tender love as he'd remembered.
That love set him on edge. It set him on edge to the point that he almost hurt her everytime they touched. He could burn her alive if he wasn't careful. Possession was something she didn't want. She was so very independent. This. This is/was Max's story.
It's what moves him as he stares down at Jason, and wants so much but is terrified to take that first real step. So much could happen. He does know that he won't stop tonight, even if he didn't want it to be like this-- even if Jason was never meant to matter like this.
Max's mouth moves back to take Jason's and this time it's a little more gentle, lip plays against lip and his tongue flicks out between them to catch and tease Jason's tongue, making it a game so that max smiles.]
You weren't allowed to matter, Jason. I didn't want you to matter. I either fuck someone and let them go, or ... or they really matter and I have sex. You're somewhere in this murky middle and I don't know what to do, except want you. I really, really want you.
[There's no fear in Max's eyes, and there's a struggle, and sometimes Max runs from himself but not tonight. Tonight he chases those moans, pressing his hips back down firmly against Jason's, pushing his hardness against the young male's stomach. One hand reaches between them and flicks open the button on Jason's denim, and Max thumbs over the top of whatever erection settles upward, be it clothed or not.
He bites again on Jason's shoulder, this time harder but only at the same time that he palms down along the zipperline of Jason's jeans, mixing along that pleasure/pain barrier as fine as it gets.] You're so gorgeous. All of you. I want to fuck all of you precious.